Battles CODEX5 vs Djmac
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I'm the best rapper in human existance
- I gobble yo rapping ass up With no permissions of my persistence
- Good riddance you little stupid ass bitches
- You stepped in the ring against a verbal King
- Kiss my rings
- and kiss the ground at my feet
- By the time this battle has ended
- You'll be crying in the shame of defeat
- I'm honorable like a samurai
- Hella fly
- Going against some random ass guy
- Whos got no sense of dignity and no self pride
- Probably just scraping by with barely any will to survive
- Because in many ways I was crafted for the game
- But most just cave under pressure
- Like this chump Who can't back up some stupid verse about a 12 gauge
- Pump
- and now in his throat theres a lump
- Because he already knows he's fucken done.
- He knows I've already won
- But wait until Your done with the mic, and see what a beast I can truly
- Become.
- I was sixteen years old when i was cold enough to devote to my first flow
- So i got ages under my belt, and I have better things to spit
- than talking about gold chains and sizzurp and how i like to beat the
- shit out of hoes.
- He be rapping about how he has names for all of his toes
- You're special Alright...Special Education
- and whats worse is you get used by your bros
- You get used by everyone around you
- Don't mean to be mean and astound you, but You found me.
- I was to busy being badass to have ever bothered to look for
- what i've found dude.
- Heres the Mic, You aint winning tonight. Hypnosis just knows this
- poisonous blow kiss
- Even if i lose, I still win this battle in both my eyes and my mind bitch.
- (DROPS MIC)
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Life is fiction, contradictions from competition
- Petty perceptions, all designed for misdirection
- It’s all a lotto, and we don’t win as far as I know
- But we still follow the cash like alcos follow the bottle
- Rich men put lies on the table, we can’t leave it
- Writing’s on the wall, we refuse to read it
- Time and time again we find ourselves defeated
- But we still act like we the lakers and repeat it
- We’re fated to being rated by people who made it
- As the ones to be hated cos we think our success is belated
- Still we trade our hatred for the lies that they all stated
- We’re shocked when there’s no payoff when we thought we’d made it.
- Instead we watch as more of our family are cremated
- Our love for they’re lies is still yet to be satiated
- By the time we find out, our lives are abbreviated
- So don’t be blind to the truth, hope my eyes don’t become shaded to the misery that is life