Battles  R3LNTL3SS vs AdoniS

RULES

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Battle on August 18 2016 and Battle on August 19 2016

CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • Sick visuals of gettin lifted in candle lit rituals see Ima blast from the past
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  • like dynamite sticks in a bag that turn bricks into ash
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  • Had to rob hip hop cuz that bitch wouldn't give me a chance
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  • Can't stop these villianous ill thoughts escaped from the cage in my mind I once had locked
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  • jungles ah concrete thats the block off bags On columbus st...plymouth rock
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  • Clip in banger rounds burnout faster than a racer Bodies hang dead from the hangar
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  • Harder than a ranger lifes a bitch I choose Not to face her
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  • First place in the chase pick up the pace dont Get left in the dust....erased
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  • Hazed In ah daze eyes glazed smokin on sage
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  • Writtens of rampage and rage unleashed ready To engulf you like flames
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  • Burn till you roasted then turn the page On to the Next stage

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • no beating, I stay tight without belts
  • hit my hands on the table knocking on shelves
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  • yeah I take it oldy like, parachuted pantelenes
  • dropping out of war jets, a case full of Blank CDs
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  • I shoot blanks and make kids run up off the plank
  • fetty wap on the other boat an eye patch attached
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  • i'll have him sank too pumping syllables through cannons
  • I land upon ya town, force yall out and leave ya stranded
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  • flow is like midas, gargle phlegm and spit goldie like
  • liquefied proda that's the product of my Mind to Mic
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  • hold it, the mic, I spit on yours just a feature
  • I leach ya dawgs and doggies n they drool they turn to creatures
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  • i'm so ill I spit and stop the beeping in your speakers
  • i'm so ill, zodiacs collied, cancerous creepers
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  • i'm so ill the chill become drenched after contact
  • my temp rises when I spit sneezeing on a sick track
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  • on my brain busta, bust ya skull with a ball bat
  • crush ya cranium then swing to ya mamas ass yo
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  • I sit a mirror on the finish line to see me winnig
  • I end olecent careers its the beginning feel me?

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