Battles YLG vs Sir-Real
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Its me venom, diagnosing my victims with deadly symptoms
- Lyrical crimes im commitin, plans you attemptin, I end
- your chances of winning
- Emcees in fear they see me as their sinister,
- You wanna start stuff, im the finisher, go get your minister
- Straight menace, rappers beware, coming out on top.im aware,
- Of that, make an obituary for your career
- As it ended,my potential is splendid, Yes indeed, that was intended
- Me losing is what you assumin, kill and consuming,
- All you emcess its like im not human,
- Guess my lyrics confusin, let me get to my conclusion
- What I say is very important, toy with you and torment
- In this battle I make you wish you had forfit,
- forbid, these powers I cant use it
- Venom taking over as I take yall out 1 by one
- amazing how over the years ive grown, blew up like bubble gum
- While you dissapeared like a trick of magic,
- with a hat and a bunny rabbit, failing your tactic
- My crown is to be ready, and throne to be awaiting
- The saga continues of mc slaying, keep on hating
- Get on the mic, if you swear you the shit
- Otherwise youll get shitted on, handling my buizness
- For sher, I got this locked, holmes,
- Boy I tell you im bad like sean puffy combs
- Hand ya ass back to you, and send you back home
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Run back V, the odds stacked against you
- too hard to step to, this rhyme just kept you
- in two minds, now you love and hate me
- never chased a rap with space to race me
- never saw a psalm with charm to grace me
- or track me, trace me, catch me, face me
- the gear gets shifted, the mood gets lifted
- pen is platinum, transmit gifted
- riff with swiftness, overpower punchline
- switch the outline, shine hit the deadline
- the outlooks bleak, for this lil' pip squeak
- the rap technique i speak is too sleek
- i shepherd this weak, freak to seek his soul
- now the dark takes hold, I stop you stone cold
- when control was stolen, it was glowing gold
- it was ejected from ya neck, checked, then sold
- watch this bloke now choke, like hands around throat
- his chances so remote, my quotes like antidote
- this overrated fly weight, went straight to the bait
- made the fatal mistake, and embraced his fate
- now your mouth I tape, and lay this fake prostrate
- you a waste, I excoriate, my blade then amputate
- pure’s the hate, that grates the minds of many
- so any venom, I'm readily sending to bury
- trust me young G, i'll even give a quick eulogy
- 'RIP this MC, but he was a fool to battle me'
- then I tuck you in, and pack down the soil
- snakes coil your carcass. now embark your toil..