Battles AdoniS vs Heretic
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- im on the verge of destroying the lyrcal competition
- riding on the verge in the sea of demented sophisticated
- leviathons smokin cocaine was never just a vision
- instead of analyzing the chemistry and ryhthm to my advances
- analyze your meaning for wanting to do what you hopefully do best on
- the verge of your own individual sucess
- maybe nobody knows how to penatrate real poetry
- like the adolescent that sits in front of his laptop
- building a domain
- some what constantly improving for pride
- or the verge of solidifying a campain
- im always lyrically correct
- but then again i often lie in times of
- being desprate for a verse to connect with the
- premices of a sheet of paper
- and unlike a notebook
- ring stability isnt anything in foreshadow closer of past intent visons
- my papaer is allways everywhere when the absence of rings isnt missing
- maybe im missing the bigger picture
- but if it was so wide wouldnt it be wise enough to creat an easir solution
- in the hands of the blind and self confusing
- and like poetry my thoughts are never deep enough
- make you fall in the density of of my individuality
- i often find myself alone when i want to be
- and ioften find my self isolated from my inspirations and
- the peole that i want to be.
- if my introversion wasnt dramatically disorted with
- anti social efficency in just wanting to be me
- i couldve been on the verge
- combining poetry and black politics from the symbolic amn in which the promise is
- or or publishing books movies establishing companies so people would know who the prophet is
- i often find myself enjoying the absence of human life
- but like a natural human being i need a girl beside me
- to be as one on the verge of reaching hope and happiness first
DEFENDER'S RAP
- jI left my palace in a typical foul state
- A ciggie in my mouth, 50 quid on my house mate
- The city brick loud plate big sit in town, listen out
- 'Cos when we get pissed the ground shakes
- Swagger down to the place where our friends be
- Pass the phone bitch, I'm chatting more than women be, it's killing me
- Slam doors, clamber in your limousine
- I've seen beasts with the greed from my testicles
- Beef in the street its Bhaird and Pete Decible
- We be the best of all drunks in the mud
- 'Cos I'm a loud, messy for a Pete, just be the thug
- But trust me it's love, nothing but a cuddle and hug
- Man we struggling to mumble as we jugglin' pubs
- A bumpkin above, jumping in a bucket of beer
- I'm raps answer to shaggy lap dances
- And swagger in 'em bars with a massive black marker
- I'm tagging harder than raps off a pack of cards
- And it scars badder than a marriage getting slashed apart
- In the crappest arms chatting to a slapper with a padded bra
- Vanish in my graphic bars
- The mad image mark magic that I'm travelling, and that's the arc
- But I'm sat back bladdered and embarrassed 'til I manage to adapt round having all this damage in my massive glass
- A bad habits like an addict's arm
- And since youth I'd pass zoots and dig into the past
- I used to laugh but now I see the bitter truth
- There's something in the sentences
- Something like adventures of a hedonist
- Precious bitches getting jealous of their friends and shit
- It wasn't mentioned but the sentiment was definite
- Snapping twigs to match the apathy I haven't gripped
- Grab and sip liquor back, an agitated pacifist
- Incubate a panic, flicking magic cause the planet twists