Battles R3LNTL3SS vs YLG
RULES
A written about a lesson in life learned the hard way
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YLG won this battle!
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- It took gettin quick, stick, brick thru the lip,
- gettin robbed in front of my kid for thins chips..
- To realize how much
- ah fathers decision impacts his own kids
- Will he grow like denise to be a menace
- or grow to break the mold cast
- shadows brought life to the light
- Past marks left scars on my heart
- Turned poetry into a work of art ...
- my brains learned, trained, retained three things...
- Lifes not ah game, your word is your bond,
- Last but most important of the three
- the only thing left to remain after lifes reign
- of torture, strained brains, and pain...
- Will be your name...
- Will you be Remebered for the beauty
- you revealed thru the pain?
- Or remembered for ah name forever soaked
- in regret, resentment, and shame?
- Both roads are chosen...
- both roads have their own path...
- One leads to heaven...one leads to a bloodbath...
DEFENDER'S RAP
- my nigga chris , lived a tough life, got in rough fights, knocking out niggas lights
- Like blackouts, kicked out, selling dope on the streets at night
- everywhere he packed a desert eagle and a pocket knife
- shit he was no joke, him and his cousins be making coke, making money from selling dope
- If niggas was caught slipping like slippery soap, you lose all hope
- his parents always getting into fusses and fights, he couldn't sleep through the harsh nights
- Father walking out, moms got him stressed out, he's seeing sights
- Dreaming, in bed kicking and screaming, attacked by demons
- One night his father jumped on his moms, drunk with bloody palms
- She layed out on the ground hurt, chris got real Bezerk
- Jumped on his dad, chris was beaten up real bad, His Dad , left out mad, his mother stressed and sad
- thinking of pops, wandering if he should take him out, turned into a thug, street life was all he was about
- his mother didn't approve, of his fucked up attitude
- breaking glass, she'd scream, yell, and shout, Baby i love you, and this aint what life is about
- He argued with her, so she threatened to kick him out
- roaming the hood, he was not to be fucked with
- His heart started to To uplift, attacked as he took a hit
- Got robbed, beaten, and ran to his cousins house
- explained what happen, revenge is awaiting as they start to bounce
- rolled up on the robber, thinking off his father, Took his anger out, and beat the shit outta the nigga
- Thinking to pull the trigger, but he ain't a real killa
- But shots went off, everybody stopped, in panic , here comes the cops,
- what has he done, he starts to run, dropping his gun
- hideout at his cousins house since the incident, trying to repent
- couple weeks later he was out one night, caught in a drive by , and pop, pop, he was shot
- eyes fading as he dropped, think of his lil brother, His father and his mother, died slowly of slaughter
- died by the gun, a mother lost a son, what Comes around goes around, a funeral made
- his body layed in a casket, then placed in a grave
- Depressed from that tragic day, as he lerned the hard way
- Life