Battles  SandroDaniel vs -ian-

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Mad lirics

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • State of Mind
  • Yeah....beat drops...
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  • From my skin i try
  • to see the message
  • but sometimes all i feel
  • Is vengeance
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  • Like a bad feeling almost in the
  • limit
  • believe me...imagine a hoe
  • full of class tripping and
  • giving me a massage
  • easy as a green card no talk just pass..just pass..
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  • I dont care because i know my
  • luck aint fat
  • simple as a multitap full of
  • riches check that
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  • Sinfony of sound make
  • trumble your own soul wet
  • like a homeless
  • lost his own scent
  • its the smell of the underground
  • buy the case
  • and the richman wins the croud
  • you need to be proud
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  • Got your eyes on the east
  • your hears on the south
  • and the hand block the air
  • and the word from your mouth
  • spiritual song like
  • a rhyme without tone like word human write on a smartphone
  • till the bone them im gone
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  • Can you dig the mistery
  • of having a shovel in the hand
  • but not a hole not your grave
  • just mythical toughts about soundwave conected by the light path of dark blood and brave
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  • Pieces of time
  • drained by few ghost
  • the word was so strong that
  • no one else spoke
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  • Musician terms
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  • Criativity
  • no one knows your mentality
  • the past hurts but the scars
  • theyre a mark on the stars
  • in a sky full of smoke
  • purple pills make me
  • breath through
  • the fog of Hope

DEFENDER'S RAP

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  • The world pushes smoke endless rope for your yoke
  • and you try to make the changes that give birth to hope
  • but you can't quite find the right stride in time
  • the bonds that bind hide inside and try to ride your sighs
  • as you take the best way through mistakes
  • and as you wake the rest stays through this waste
  • the pieces push together like the repertoire of letters
  • these fetters ever-growing like the grimoires of scared settlers
  • where the monster lurks thirsty for the blood that bursts murky
  • veins open up in a slow pour without mercy
  • and the perfection of a system breaks down in its persistence
  • insistent is the voice of death when you stop to listen
  • but the gloom drops lower
  • heart gives in to a beat somberly slower
  • the beast's gulping swallows follow this rhythm
  • the world wallows in derision you have to move with precision
  • the decision looming and consuming energies blooming
  • losing the room where the crooners are booming
  • passing hovel homeless shelters helter skelter the weather swelters
  • gassing through the neighborhood in beat up leather sketchers
  • eyes skyward lifted high fear inspired
  • breath shudders through the apparatus with bright fire
  • conspire within the shadows and entirely with desire
  • see a body fade and tire and toss it on the pyre
  • Now when you get a chance opt for better topics
  • like taking up a stance at the pulpit of Coptics
  • cognizant of the top spots of better optics
  • but getting caught up in the dance with a bullet in the pocket
  • the octave rises like a rocket when you talk and just can't stop it
  • popping up and locked in stocks because you like to mock it
  • pocked and blocked as you cough and draw breath to hawk spit
  • caustic insides cause your body to rock spasmodic
  • punch through the walls of your cell your mind travels through time
  • unraveling said mind in a spell that finds new climes
  • a sublime climb inclined toward aligned lines divined
  • divided by the rhythms and the schisms intertwined
  • but with the ride rises a rival whose arrival is sly
  • and it flies beside a tidal drive of a life gone awry
  • The implications of the battle rattles the fearful cage
  • a draped cape across the bars hides the frustration and the rage
  • all these varied prisons carry symptoms of attrition
  • and buried in the indifference is the precision of derision
  • the conclusion an illusion words cease in their intrusion
  • so resume the vapid monster that births delusion

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