Battles naptownkid vs NBK
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- mother when will i blow up?
- i used to wonder how i made ma bread and butter
- vocal machine gunner
- in the streets flippin mic cords rippin scenery
- drinkin Hennessey spittin mentally til i get lyrically sick bruh
- i past you first verse i came ta get it in
- your stiffer than statues a senior citizen
- and once the beat grab you the feeling's intense
- i got that hitchcock flow that keep you all in suspence
- another mystery
- nigga please im flippin keys like pancakes
- so hot it leave your fingertips blistery
- my history was full of dope feinds, gangbangers
- nd trickery teens willing to do anything for that engagement ring
- you better know how ta kick the bars llyrically
- or you gettin beat by a teen
- damn that's harsh to see
- you step to me on that rough shit
- you gettin crushed like a centipede
- yall swear yall so buff nd tough
- well go head n step up
- your gonna step down in one verse
- i end careers like lesnar
- but i end them niggas much worse
- i put em in the dirt with no clothes n no hearse
- he got holes in his body by the way the lyrics was hittin
- spittin like a shotty a shotty in a party do you get it?
- yall would hardly last a round in my battleground
- departing these sucka mc's from the neck down
- yall chokin up and hesitating between every round
- yall breathing hard inhaling like yall on breathalyzers
- its agonizing ta hear just go head n retire
- im tired of these fake niggas trynaa get me fired
- crying to god but i know lord got me fine
- ever since a minor I've been spittin bars hungry
- munching on weak opponents and gaining girls like they know me
- now that I've lost ma money
- everybody left me lonely.. so fuck everybody is ma road ta glory...
DEFENDER'S RAP
- they call you NAPtown kid cause your rhymes are puttin me to sleep
- in the hood you would be
- shot and there wouldnt be a peep
- no matter how hard you try you couldnt be a g
- stop steppin up, im reppin cunt, people stood up in there seats
- when they saw me perform, god they mistook as me
- ive been the better rapper since the get go
- your just a poor as nigga who cant even afford the ghetto
- so let go
- your assassinations set yo
- your raps a whack, matter fact, whyd you fuck with me
- your challenge stats, and battle rap, make you look fucken weak
- so stop fuckin with nbk cause im sort of the best
- grab your bitch and buy some coke and snort it off her chest
- your rhymes are still distorted at there best
- your whole childhood was probably boredom and neglect
- my raps have planted lyrical landmines so caution of your steps
- my rhymes growing fast like marijuana, your rhymes are orchids that are dead
- these rhymes im storin in my head
- after a physical night your mom was snorin in my bed
- im important to the rest
- of humanity for i am the next
- rap messiah, was i born for this? yes.