Battles Biggjake vs AdoniS
RULES
please be dope and creative
Max of 50 lines
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This battle ended in a tie.
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- i've had amnesia for about as long as i can remember,
- i bought a clock in december,
- yet it helps none....
- because i threw it out my window and it did not fly,
- either i wasn't havin fun,
- or someone lied...
- I've got the heart of a reverend,
- the mind of a legend,
- yet my time is irrelevant,
- when lies are impressive,
- and eyes are deceptive,
- damn i need a second....
- from contraception,
- my methods have been hectic,
- i see the world arounddd me, somebody wrecked it,
- childrennn addicted to snacks and psychedelics
- i subdue my blues with booze and plyometrics
- But shit ain't sweet,
- these streets are diabetic
- the hatred is pathetic,
- damn,
- i'm under pressure,
- try to preach peace, and sweep under the rug,
- they do unto your lectures.
- use rude gestures.
- they laugh now,
- but who's who?
- jesters,
- always cry when thy curtains won't sever.
- damn...
- i've had amnesia for about as long as i can remember,
- i bought a clock in december,
- yet it helps none....
- because i threw it out my window and it did not fly,
- either i wasn't havin fun,
- or someone lied...
- I bought a pair of,
- new shoes from the dope man,
- and i don't know what he laced them with, oh man,
- but i've been trippin alllllll day, no weed no coke can,
- get down to the sound of this slow jam.
- awwwe damn....
- i can't seem to remember that thing that i forgot,
- was it just a dream or a scene from a plot,
- was there once a day, where the kids would play,
- in the streets, and be home round 8 to eat?
- i saw a kid, he was about 11 or 12,
- he smelled, of ciggarettes and liqour as well
- i said, young man you know that's bad for your health
- he flipped a bird, told me to fuck myself.
- a couple months went by, i never saw the guy,
- i heard his mother cry on the day he died.
- damn... damn...
- i've had amnesia for about as long as i can remember,
- i bought a clock in december,
- yet it helps none....
- because i threw it out my window and it did not fly,
- either i wasn't havin fun,
- or someone lied...
- man...
- i remember birds, bees, queens, kings
- Love in the air because the doves would sing
- Now there's drugs in the air, flying over seas
- so many dreams, yet i never get to sleep,
- is the end getting near or am i merely counting sheep....
- deep gets the thoughts of a man who can't be bought
- i've made a friend of every man i've fought.
- there's times that we talk, there's times that we walk,
- these lines, sometime we leave lines of chalk.
- damn...
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I got 5 on the battle - where the votes lie- he has 5 minus mine where his ballad lies
- Your rhymes aren't garbage, they're recycled, through a-
- Repetitive cycle in misuse or rapid fire boom missiles,
- Over cooked Acid steamed vocals, blow steam by you like
- A whistle, and a ballistic pencil used and viewed as a fire
- Arm utensil, hand on fire, for the first rhyme burnt through
- My veins and vessels.
- I banned you from the competition because your rent was pass due,
- fuck your house rap, I write poetry inside my castle
- I bought my votes with my rhymes, your verses just had no
- Value
- How could my skill be around yours, when I only stand right above you ,
- left under you on the ground, pishing up weight
- My rhymes pulled
- I gave you permission to x me out, but after checking your work,
- i realized Rihanna didn't allow you to
- My throne is pure chrome I over thrown a so called Goldie
- They call me poetry pope, the uncrowned saint other temple
- Of hope, rope my rhymes to his mentality height strangle
- His rhymes until he has a by force lodge of Luke like overdose
- of a congested nose with oily greased up flows
- I tricked his rhymes out gold so you'd know how bold
- He must be to promote such a disgrace towards the poetry
- Pole notes, I wrote verses in blue bold, white like Cocaine's
- Or when your mother did porn and dope, I'm Fingering his pride
- with my eyes and a rifle scope , pointed aimed straight at his dome,
- grope my balls, poke my dick while his mother deep
- throats my nuts while her globes fall in between her guts ,
- and sweet seamen shoots from her nose, I beat your son,
- she beats my meat,on two knees she still blows my blow pop and tube
- of glucose my pupil shows no fear but deep down,
- I know no one can come close to beating me with unique flows I
- come close, then close in when I needed my Christ conscious most
- She sucks on her tippy toes for an Arizona and pack of Cigarette smokes