Battles Remedy vs ItsTheory
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I'm a hit artist like I spray fire hotter than Austin,
- derive from a style closely resembled by arson,
- bars of comedy funny bone Carson,
- Late night where I write and burn threw a carton,
- gettin cancer but my pencil's still sharpened,
- brain heavy with dialogue and a flawless margin,
- pickin my verses from my Hip-Hop garden,
- change the flow but I still stay common/
- and stay strong like I came from Boston.
- Reppin the U.S. welcome to my state address,
- where I throw terms out the window like Bush administration,
- demonstration of anticipation with vivid illustration,
- imma cause for more than inspiration 21st century new generation,
- integration of an ordinary but with a different equation,
- capped to the max on the rise inflation.
- Filled with words of wisdom used as insulation/
- technique so rare it gives me identification,
- concentration so wide with breaking news information.
- Instill fear into those who come against me,
- spill until the bars I bark thrill distant ears.
- Chilled with deep skill now my walls overspill,
- ice in my veins I just breathe and your killed,
- not your average run of the mill emcee,
- i'm unique but I fill from A to Z.
- Bright star but I pass by eyes unseen,
- addressin' other cats who call me obsolete/
- wonderin why they talk crap when their so incomplete?
- My ego is not one that calls elite but I try my hardest to make sure it's concrete.
- First glance i'm the nicest to meet,
- but mess with me and you'll repeat delete/
- like a retarded parrakeet taught to talk for treats.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Rain from my game reign, all I see are lame names,
- trying hard so desperately to try and go gain fame,
- too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,
- raps I'm showing you flowing through my main vein,
- I ain't trying to act 'hood, I ain't trying to gang-bang,
- lack of education and ignorance's the same thang,
- spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,
- switch lanes, swiftly shift to shit, hear "bang bang",
- rap just hasn't been the same since Wu-Tang sang,
- hate Drake, love Jay and Kanye, and blame Wayne,
- smokin' Mary Jane, refrain, needs to be re-framed,
- I'm King, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,
- on my dick, feel the sting, this is where drugs sling,
- I used to ride the iron horse, and that was the train,
- don't go against the grain, or they'll make ya go insane,
- fuck Superman like Lois Lane, shit is simple and plain,
- now I've up-graded to taxicab, I'm in the Hall of Fame,
- it's all a game, still your ass is up on the Wall of Shame,
- I'm so fuckin' Southern I could be the son of Paula Dean,
- flaunting all my diamond rings, but I ain't got a thing,
- my primary concern is not to hustle, I'm a flamethrower,
- I ain't trying to be Jay Hova, 'cuz this ain't no "Takeover",
- I'm out this fuckin' world like a super-spaced Nova,
- grow older and colder, this shit just tastes bolder,
- demons are trapped inside, and I experience spirits,
- from deep inside my mind when writing genius lyrics,
- spit to the premium hear it, and every minute's the limit,
- sinister menace, and I swear to God I'm in it to win it,
- I do drive-bys in Lincolns, they're all rented and tinted,
- I grab the bullet, pack it in my gun, send it and finish,
- blowing purple clouds, ain't talkin' weed that levitates,
- I'mma blurt this out, know I'll forever take ya breath away