BigMackle vs pocketwarrior

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

(Verse1)
Who is me? homosapien
when it comes to paper pen
I'm lacing up these rappers like they headin back to school again
cus when they make it, they leave you, forget you,
forgot what yall been through forgetfull?
More spitefull its evil the shinning
protect in my linen suit lining im blessed
cure to diseases ebola no threat
these old school ways are stuck in my head
no cd's cassette evolving is time an im left behind
from huts with roofs of straw no more
to towers of buildings in cities galour
The chosen one prophecy told, golden child rich is thy soul
disputes with me go outta controll
The savage of beasts im snappin your bones
enjoying this meal with a snapple for show.
(Hook) twice
Who am I?
The nightmare that makes you cry
Who am I?
The one who event this style
Who am I?
Rap king that claims the game
Who am I? (5 times)
(Verse 2)
So now do you know who am I
Instill fear with the look of my eye
got'em freezed cold ice all cubed so nice
my flow this voice got your palms all moist
That itch you scratch paranoia effect
cus im in your head haunt dreams you've dreamt
Not a killer nor a saint over bodies full of pain
cus they aimed my way tar-getted my face
threw mud bad slang disrespect to my name
simplistic rhymez still blow your mind
This style aint coped platinum backs sold
I rule this game better call your fold
you in the game to long metamucil old
many questions asked most go untold
they ask me why? so I say Z.
(Hook) twice

Challenger

BigMackle

DEFENDER'S RAP

Wu-Tang savage with 2pac talent and a rap habit
Managing you crack addicts’ verses backhanding
Your worthless lyrics that happen to be haphazard
And I’m bursting your fingers and wack standards
Still learning to fix words in the ring, churning out shit
I’m the soulless king hurting any person trying
Open up this homeless kid who’s the worst at rhyming
You can only hope, so you owe homage, a servant to my wit
The colonel with a sting, throw a swing at my rush of rhymes
Puns are tight like Pun’s alive, duck my crushing strikes
So a hundred lines tough as knives can run inside
Luckless guys are summoned for some humble pie
Toughest beast with seamless weapons that run the beat
Is defeating these keen emcees that are feeling empty
You scheming fiends are dreaming to be against me
So you best leave and then shred your dead piece
Render necks with the worst throat pain when you men sleep
Dead early like Kurt Cobain when you send beef
Hurting players with no ratings, your hope’s fading
Flow’s basic in raps, make your statements creative in tracks
Inch back, you’re chasing cats, you won’t make it man
With a bitch slap ‘cause I’ll slip your lyrics in trash
Then hit back and sink your winnings in quick sand
You stop at the bottom of the pit, there’s a big gap
As I’m locked at the top of this thing with wannabe kids
Lost in this ring, I’m coughing up bits as I dominate lists
Of competitors, chopping they’re wrists, so somebody’s pissed
When it comes time, you’re jotting it quick
But my colossal punchlines are bossing and bust guys
No dumb fights or gun crime, just lines, a fun life
Uptight Thugs slide away as they bust rhymes, tongues tied
Fight and pray through night and day, it was a rough ride
On the mic today, a tidal wave reignited your suicidal ways
The cycle’s fatal when I see you write a lame scrawl
You aint stable so your grave is laid – fool
Yet you’re playing in the cradle, not even in playschool
My brain rules, I’m Caesar seizing people’s fate, fall
Down, all defeated, these readers believe I’m mean and evil
You just seem to keep drooling, need schooling, treat each one equal
As you’re releasing semen you realise you’re seeming foetal
Meaning you’re still at the start, I’m seeing you crawl
I’m in the league of the stars so you’re kissing my arse

Defender

pocketwarrior