Battles vs FOSHO_kashRU
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Old vs New Two rap gods from opposite coast's who wins?
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar
- Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
- So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit
- So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch
- One at a time, I line them up
- And bomb on they mom while she watching the kids
- I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists
- I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork
- I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York
- King of the Coast; one hand, I juggle them both
- The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
- Live in the basement, church pews, and funeral faces
- Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas
- Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?
- If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me
- I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable; fuck y'all clubs!
- Fuck y'all pictures! Your Instagram can gobble these nuts
- Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
- This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
- (West, West, West, West, West, West)
- I've seen niggas transform, like villain Decepticons
- Mollies'll probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan
- A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties
- Playing with Barbies
- Wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key
- Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney
- You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
- (I don't smoke crack; motherfucker, I sell it!)
- I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
- I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me
- You plan on stumping me?
- Bitch, I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
- Bitch, I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
- James Bonding with none of you niggas
- Climbing 100 mil in front of me
- And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
- And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake
- I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
- 'Bout who's the best MC: Kendrick, Jigga, and Nas
- Eminem, André 3000; the rest of y'all
- New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
- And I ain't rocking no more designer shit
- White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous
- I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhyming with
- But this is hip-hop
- And them niggas should know what time it is
- And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale
- Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
- Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller
- I got love for you all, but I'm tryna murder you niggas
- Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
- They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas
- What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high
- Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydive
- Out the exit window of five G5's with five grand
- With your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna land
- With the hand-full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
- Bumpin' Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head
- Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
- That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
- West Coast
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
- Queensbridge leader, no equal
- I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
- To pop thousand-dollar bottles of Scotch
- Smoke pot and heal the people
- Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutter'd
- Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number
- Name a nigga under the same sky that I’m under
- Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
- Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up
- Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’
- The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
- Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes
- Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size
- I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
- It ain’t my fault, semi-automatic weapons I brought
- The world crazy, I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
- Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
- They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
- Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
- Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD
- Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
- I’m not in the winters of my life
- Or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
- Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
- Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
- My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
- I’m so high I never land, like Mike Jackson’s crib
- Vest on, .45 still crack your rib sacrilege
- Talk trash about the nasty kid
- Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive
- Talk money, is you jokin’?
- Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
- In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
- On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got it
- You envy, but don’t offend me
- I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
- You are your car, what could represent me?
- Too godly to be a Bugatti
- You honestly must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
- Drug dealer car, rush to the bar
- Move, niggas! We don’t give a fuck who you are
- Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
- Pretty women see them saggin’
- Bet a hundred stacks niggas’ll run it back
- Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black
- Light another blunt in fact
- For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
- Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’
- Saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with"
- I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish
- Guns on my waist, past this
- Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
- And joining the blunt passin’ you niggas was straight assin’
- Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted
- Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
- I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin’
- I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
- Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys
- Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
- For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
- I’m no fake rap CD listener
- Sit back and roll a mean swisher
- For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga