Battles Y-Fi vs Mukrat
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Mukrat won this battle!
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Battle on March 26 2018
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- baptism of fire with the flick of lighter
- murder for hire with the holstered sniper
- pay the piper to flush out the rats
- watch your children though, he might lead them off tracks
- bitches get on my tracks, watch for the train
- i won't relax, make an example out of you lames
- when i overcame my fears, flexible i became
- on my rise to fame, your favorite rapper, i will tame
- put some respect on the name unless you want my trigger finger to go insane
- crack pipe dreams of flushing y'all down the drain
- matter fact fuck that, i'm creating a chain
- deliviring dough knocking opposition down like dominoes in my way
- you greened out, started looking blue from my strain
- meanwhile i was showing your hoe a couple of shades of grey
- skunk in my trunk, the beretta might spray
- so stay away if you want to live today
- flick my tip on your bitch and led that ass stray
- get the tip or the clip, does that sound Okay?
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Ad-libs captioned in an iterated rasp (ack)
- Their quasi-crafted drafts should be a clandestine abash
- Self made deprecation, escorts to the currency
- The win/loss is relative, it's -esque or purportedly
- Awoken in the epoch or a mosey spoken breezeblock,
- thrown into perception to remotely hide your ease off
- We can monsterise the disagreements, remonstrate the deeds when
- All we know is entourage and synergy for easement, dig? A word of reason,
- You are not the clergyman within a serpents dream and
- they are not the enemy who live imposing creedence
- Disposal through a prune to accommodate a preen
- is almost something healthy, if it not for all your grief
- Your pseudo-enlightenment might mitigate a heightened sense
- that's genuine and righteous if you write these quips confidences
- No one's posture is a falsity by your declare
- Positivity is more important than a pompous state
- Concentrate on your own mis-syncs pitting at your own despair
- Progress, it is not a whiff and not some ordain conjured place