Battles Harsh vs JPoet
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- sitting in my room, high on shroom, time for you doom, coz I hit like boom
- take a broom get ready to clean, coz I’ll blast you like Roshi blasted moon
- you got no fortune son, you better run, my notepad is like machine gun
- I shoot every rapper with my bars one by one, better stay outta my vision
- my mind is like an engine, never stops, produces heavy rhymes, 1000 tons
- Delhi to London, no one dares to face me one on one, billion tried, successful- none.
- these rhymes pierce your skin like rotten meat, you can’t beat me, try to read me
- you'll end up crying before my story reaches the climax, you feel me? its filthy
- but the length of strength my experiences have given me don’t come for free
- what I've learnt cannot be taught, what I've earned cannot be bought
- so every person I fought got slaught-ered, and now their bodies rot in a gutter
- I’m not even sorry for the people i murdered, so don’t take this fight any further
- coz brother, think about your mother, how is she gonna handle when someone tells her?
- about your demise. you got crushed like an elephant sat on couple of mice
- she ain’t gonna feel nice, so quit writing, go in the kitchen and cook her some rice
- don’t sacrifice your life like this, you don’t even have a wife yet to warm your bed
- so, get my point because I’ll smoke you like a joint, cover your skin with lead
- so, go ahead and get outta here, you're wasting my time, I would jerk off instead
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I the past clown now stand out, i'm the man now
- and ya'll ask how but know that ya'll shall bow
- want something with your hands out?
- you get nothing, i was suffering, busting to get where i am
- now ya'll bitches blushing, wantin' me to come in
- this the becoming of a legend, the reverend
- who'll have the whole game leveled, success was first
- hoes came second, the birth of the christ flow, peasants like whoa
- not pleasant when i strike foes,
- i'm like Action but i aint fat son
- in my mansion rappin' about havin' nothing, plantin' weed like a florist
- i'm like the hardest artist who used to shoplift toxic shit
- pen sharpest like a marxist when i'm rocking it
- darkest like David goin' to the closet when you're watching it
- i used to be the blackstar now i crack jaws, white or black, clawed
- my way here smuggling, now you fear me, but still come near me
- tryin to listen like you'd hear me coming POW, crowd cheers me