Battles TBoy vs JPoet
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Came outta the ends 02, straight outta London,
- On the streets niggas thinking they run them.
- Been places, been switching, they wanna be thugs,
- They just wishing, pray to God that i'll still be spitting.
- Listen you're missing it, no fake ass bars and lyrics,
- my niggas be killing it, daily it's rated.
- From the cold ends of England but my bars are still fire,
- Like a poet but they don't call me a writer.
- No poet can hit you hard with a one liner.
- JPoet what a name, my nigga's shakespeare,
- I don't see no rhymes bitch, I think we've got a fake here.
- I don't feel nothing bro, your lyrics ain't got no power,
- Here's a little something, dont sniff kitchen flour,
- Then ask for a battle within an hour. Nigga is you mad,
- You don't make any sense, you say you're a champ....
- Ohhh, you're talking in past tense. You're a poet Shakespeare,
- As you've already said, you must be living up to the name,
- cos you're dead. Judging by your style, I can tell you're a dreamer,
- Yeah keep dreaming bitch, you make my life easier..
- You're a loner that wants to make it as an MC,
- Put a D in front, yeah you'll make it, cleaner at Maccy D's.
- The more I say, your rep's decreasing, the more you say,
- The more shit you're releasing, what kind of lines are those,
- Which niggas niggas are you pleasing,
- Cos your tracks got every fucker in here creasing.
- JPoet I got a poem for ya, JPoet's a bitch,
- His raps are garbage, he only gets votes cos his mum's rich.
- Listen up Poet, you just lost this battle and you know it!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- The Battle invitation being hidden was an early sign
- of this being an cowardly grap for fame from your unworthy mind
- i studied your craft and i ask who could absurdly rhyme..
- so whack? i wanted to ask my homies to lyrically injure
- you and the lionboy Simba, but i thought i'd rather make the luxury mine
- you think goin against me is smart? your intellect must consist of thirty nine
- chromosomes. youre just Down syndrome Rambo from a broken home
- trying to act like you're someone, acting like you secretly me
- ... but don't worry noone knows, your secret but me
- i should keep it to myself but im feeling hungry
- i need to feast on some rappad cunt but congrats mate you be feeling lucky
- i got you the attention you needed so you wont be seeking money
- on the streets selling lemonade,
- but the fame will be short lived i'll decimate your flow
- penetrate your soul with your own unsuccessful goals
- Thirty lines of your blood that i spill
- put into lyrics and rhythms, im that ill
- everybody knows im the one who runs this
- and you must be new to this you punk bitch
- so nah i wont drop i'll hold you crucifix cause i cant spare one ditch
- to scum like you, padawan im from the era which
- was full of men like me who use methods which
- are too violent for even the central intelligence
- so you better run from the effects of this battle
- run to the hills, cattle
- cause i know how your life and self esteem is fragile
- Know this rookie
- you bitch pussy dont fuck with me
- im twisted like Bush
- do not want a battle i'll show you how a genocide look, faggot