Battles Brillig vs -ian-
RULES
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-ian- won this battle!
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- iandroid you're a dot-matrix printer inkspiller
- flesh and bone brillig condone lasix til ya see clearer
- iris scan tracing when you see mirrors, like your vital
- signs racing with the placement of this beast near ya
- peace here? Naw. Grinning canines made for gnashing
- you're in grade nine spraying bags for hits, and it still won't happen
- I lay lines, you lacing pants with piss, just puddle splashing
- left disassembled & hapless, no reaction to my action
- you're lost pick-up an atlas, your loss, on the pick up, I'm Atlas
- you're a hiccup, i'm tall water in glasses. 4 quarters of BAT SHIT
- Guano Go? …brillig here with a hatchet, woodsman on the flow.
- Limbing you twigs outta habit, a shell-game poet
- Omelette (I'm 'a let) my tight lines smash ya, anti-drug ad
- this is your brain on that whack shit, so weak you gotta
- #hash it. your best is average, flip the coins off your eyes
- 'fore the ferryman snatch it,
- fiddle up the river the styx, with litter of bricks rock it.
- grindin' up the scene, choppng mics prepare the sausage
- used to a knees bend you've been carrying boxes
- i'm cherry, contrary break out your stery-o, {locksmith}
- tell the boss to split, I walked in cough'n {aw shit!}
- you fitting to sink in to the prospect? This queer punk
- laying out your ass out with no compliment.
- Android ya' plans void what my noggin spin
- Asimov, again, three rulers clock your processing
- this is spine level fine tunings not an option
- your hippocampus found denial's banks
- broke ranks and then it walked in,
- your boxed in, turnbuckled, turtle-tucked and tastless
- brillig on the cut to grace this, saying fuck your playlist
- keep the knuckles up to where the space is,
- deep magnet synth wipe your program when the bass hits
DEFENDER'S RAP
- //this be an oldskool dissin
- // verse 1 outta here
- You throw battles here like kids toss coins at a fountain
- Wishing blindly for a molehill of an opponent not a mountain
- What you found then? I awake to drown ‘im
- And that’s the story that continues in this venue that surrounds ‘im
- You’re an amateur, lightweight Cold—like a dim plate
- Your 1 rep max is what I warm up with ‘fore I inflate
- these bars I pump with blood, red on your pad you menstruate
- I negate what you relate and demonstrate you can’t pen straight
- You deserve to die, so I reserved the lye and formaldehyde
- preserve your hide, dry like when you formed all the lies
- and I reverse your rhymes, now it’s me that’s dyeing though I’m still alive
- That ink you drowning in I diverted from my blood supply
- flood rise from my heart beat like a drum line
- Mud flies when the levees dry in the sunshine
- but I levy your life against my gun rhymes
- gum lines receded you can’t spit out a hummed line
- Run-time's exceeded it's Purple Rain when my gloves fly.
- Unkind Prince you sound just like when doves cry
- //verse 2 can't truss it
- Ok, I’m going to feed you some power bars
- That whack shit you just spit is weak like a sour fart
- sparse in meaning, your stock drops and crash hard
- no market for you here or up on a ballot card
- Your disses ain't hot, that's not fire it's a rug burn
- Can’t heat up a mic with them phrases you just turned
- You pushing ice, cold, you won’t defer
- Absurd you can’t discern and thus you stay undeterred
- Looking at your style I see futility in your attempt
- there’s no communal immunity to pre-empt my contempt
- I infect you with a virus weaponized by my pen
- ‘til you reconcile that death just might be a timely friend
- you're calling crews hence,'cuz your rap's exceeded
- you're failing, Brillig, 'cuz your crap's being deleted
- Like sewage piped and spewed through bowels and excreted
- I shit on you and leave you fecally defeated