Battles Mirancerimagic vs DenniC
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,
- It's hard to live, make you die makin' this a habit
- hands in the hole catch me biting like im rabbit,
- lets see how deep the whole really goes,
- like if she a bad bitch then they really go,
- bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose
- never blows injecting deadly slows this i never go,
- but this is now
- and tomorrow
- we just never know,
- spirits shine, soul it glow,you reap what you sow, sip it up till overdose,
- conscious shit its the antidote, herbal shit that artichoke,
- green that even get ma bitch choked,
- sneeze minus the sick, ma mind is the disease
- catches cold like everybody freeze,
- enemies getting closer.
- take whats mine once i cross over borders
- into a world, with no order,
- just these words crying over shoulders,
- meaning fuses tears when guns become the soldiers,
- no longer fusses busting fuses like reality amuses
- tell me whos the nuisance, cuz these niggas boozin,
- up above, in the sky, might never know, we dont fly,
- were just high, close my eyes, now a star,
- cant see, no twinkles from thy eye,
- asshole, me? i never ask for more,
- been given birth in war, a castle that traps a lord
- for trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle
- traps immortal pride in capsules
- caps half full mine always filled with battle
- spit till fitted, rubs this subliminal mindd shifted to saying bitch im gifted...
DEFENDER'S RAP
- (Yeah boy,)
- you call yourself the sinister,
- they call me the finisher,
- hip hop’s poser extinguisher.
- Yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church,
- you rawer than an aborted baby at birth,
- hows that for a metaphor.
- Ain’t no one here who could spit better than me,
- your metaphors couldn’t even reach a simile.
- I cant even afford good dentistry,
- but when it comes to rap and me,
- you find good chemistry.
- You threatened to use a box of condoms on my mother,
- you supposed to be raw homie.
- When I met yours…
- I jumped straight in to that pussy,
- no condoms.
- You got me rapping like Lil Wayne,
- now that’s a problem.
- And i already 99 of them,
- i used to be jigga but
- now i'm getting worried,
- I'm rapping for Royal Records
- and it smells like burger king.
- And since you were talking filthy,
- I drove by with a fifth in me,
- now ya mother's never gonna be buried.
- Quit talking like ya ill minded,
- your brains nothing but two virgin legs…
- close minded.
- But ya mouth's a god damn slut,
- So please just shut the fuck up,
- we don’t want ya gonorrhea.