Battles Vaga_bond vs entitled
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Good die young and death comes slow to those who hold guns,
- they grow old, its rum.
- I plunk into my tumbler cup, thumping, muttering reforms like Anne Beloyn,
- drunk, stumbling through assumptions,
- crumbling my mind like this paper,
- Humbling,
- how good times vanish like vapour,
- Numbing, how life gets pummeling till I'm tunnelling,
- up to the top again only to tumble when,
- the summit, cornice, cupola, start toppling,
- life's just a couple jokes told by Kafka,
- Apparently, but I cough up a chuckle at despairing disparity,
- as if it tickled
- since its tick tock till wrinkles, flip, flop, fold, till nickles,
- replace your eyes, make em' myopic, shriveled
- shriveled
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Just me and my black bandana, we go bananas
- scar face with out the cameras
- hammers cocked back
- black flag on, pulling triggers
- after the figures like Montana
- Wrapped around my gun grip, is my black bandana
- Leave you in check, pistol whipped, Damn ya'
- Shouldn't have made me go get the bandana
- Without the glamor, I was really in and out the slammer
- just me and my black bandana
- Got me rapping stanzas
- yeah just me and my bandana we go bananas
- I never forgot about the Ana'
- I stay ready to peel open your head and can ya'
- Put your lights on, red beams on you like I'm Santana
- Come from the streets, land of the black bandanas
- paisley pattern black and white like pandas
- I got another one I could hand ya'