Battles  Jackthecat vs Hutch

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Tell me to check the blue prints. Think that makes you the true prince?
  • Think you're fresh? Talk to Will Smith. I've rocked these hills since
  • The time that they were alive with the sound of music.
  • I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension
  • When my minions meet the living and have terrible tension
  • Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in Abercrombie
  • and destroy the army. So bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.
  • "You're revolting!" mother said, "When did you last shower?"
  • In the past hour, I'm just rebelling from government power.
  • Parents just don't understand my troubles with "the man."
  • I've been made angry now I rap double what you can.
  • I hate to pop your bubble but what would reduce you to rubble
  • takes me to a new level. Now an ocean, used to be a puddle.
  • I'm through with the pebbles, I rock cause I'm a boulder
  • Bolder than all of you, too hot for the cold shoulder.
  • I force you to the shoulder then run you off the road or
  • Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.
  • Show's over...

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even Christmas,
  • All my tracks go explicit, fuckin' funny, now isn't it?
  • Now I hate being hesitant, ZyloSylo messed with shit,
  • I'll start acceleratin', till I'm back on top of biz,
  • So the Battle Champions list, I belong on top of it,
  • Everyday practicin', buildin' up my leadership,
  • Iceberg to Titanic, mine and rap's relationship,
  • My words are filled with havoc, keep 'em in a cabinet,
  • When I need it, go grab it, then battle with it and win,
  • If an event was rappin', my room would be platinum,
  • From all of the medals and, awards I'd be receivin',
  • Don't mean to be a hypocrite but rappers can suck a dick,
  • Because all they ever spit, is shit about taking hits,
  • And practice is what they skip, go straight to recordin' shit,
  • And after those dreams they'll ditch, they'll go back to nothing big,
  • And then soon they'll be dismissed in the crowd of rapper wannabes.

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