Battles BLOODYMARY vs AdoniS
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- l know its not the time
- but I'm just trying to make a dime
- and l think l should try
- but I'm super depressed
- while I'm being compressed
- into a model they think is so fine
- but its nothing like mine
- what do you think I'm doing out on the tracks
- I'm giving what l should take back
- but l cant make that
- and everything l am you want to break that
- I'm not rumpelstiltskin
- nor gold in the hay stack
- you think l need a straight jacket
- face tacks I'm not nuts for real
- why cant you take that?!
- my sanity is starting to deflate
- into dust and ash
- anything that different you want mash
- that not much left to say
- that's on my mind
- but l want to take heroine
- and all l can say is that l need no hero
- so just leave me alone
- l'll just be fine
- when l die
- 'cause dying is easier than living
- so good bye
- and fuck life
- there's no need to apologize
- but you just have to recognize
- that there's more to life
- than looking nice
- on the outside
- while the inside is rotting
- decomposing
- so just fucking forget life
- boom
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Murder Boom bap music
- with light taps of ass
- got mad fans of rap, they'll spin joints n flap
- turn the speed pass the av cuz the rolling plates lag
- fuck trap, need the jazz joining joyment while rap
- jumping in to all collabs but the beat would have to match
- if you hate the seen verse then i'll season anotyer batch
- most moments only missing milk out from my ass
- as i change as a season seeing sauce well i see ash
- like i over cooked a track spilled oil when i spat
- grilled the vinyl with my words wore the flow with the work
- i see worse write thier wildest, thier will has got me worried
- worry bout that wacko wacking niggas with his work
- wham with his warm wrap luckily ain't heat the word
- word? word. wrote a poem about a warp
- mister man lost his life so far you don't miss yours
- got the wu tang vibe, tell a nigga thats it yours
- stick a sword through ya skull sit ya dome on the floor
- open up ya chest like a box tape tore
- flud you with your own brown parts of cardboard