Battles AT vs Sir-Real
RULES
Must Recorded A story .
Max of 47 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Sir-Real won this battle!
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Battle on October 5 2018
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- VERSE 1
- LONG Ago there was a guy , whose witty tricks steals lots of pussies pride
- But when he first time heard her voice ,
- Tranquility explodes all through his nerves n his mind ,
- Long distance is not a reason for some plight ,
- He wasn't expressable ,the only reason for that fight
- Like he moved on , she cried for him and with running the same boring song
- That's was done for them
- Guy remain aloof but she thought he nailed more pussy away
- Knew that she wasted her time for that bastard now awake
- Too late to cry like Guy never control his memories that made him smile
- In to separate ways
- Last wish that I wanna hug her hope God spread peace n Love everywhere
- So he took a way where they met through telecom's ,
- It was insane
- N they met after 4 years but girl shattered to see a dope skinny guy in front of her
- VERSE 2
- Now , Right on this day we're separate you're no more my bae now say
- For you I would ready to slay and in this month of may
- Too much heat shit or what else I say
- Give me that tray else I'm kicking the fucking ash tray
- Still thinking in the mid way , all day long
- Thinking ‘bot you n listening some Indie song n
- With doremon you register your name in chamlong
- Yes I m in keylong .. there I gave a thought to ashes n still carry on
- AT Rudeboy is in the Kingston Town n watching the dawn
- 2-3 trout's in your mouth if you ever thinking about to take a yawn
- And You draw the line it showed me that you never be mine
- N I'm still waiting for you until I'm dying
- N you submerged yourself in some fucking wine
- Like we knew it never be that same winsome time
- Look something is still missing in this rhyme Beyond the Time
- Wished we met , Alas ,
- Wish turn to curse as I spit on a pussy outside the pub
- No dope that I'm indulge cuz your memories , yes , I just flushed !!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- From plenty, down to an empty bag
- not even a seed, to feed my zigzags
- i turn, and burn a cig down to the brown
- i looked all around, ain't nothing to be found
- on a comedown, my anxiety approaches
- i try recycle, and roll some old roaches
- timely reminder, to scrape my grinder
- situation is dire, time to call my supplier
- what i can acquire, so i can get higher
- is there anything about, man i'm wiped out
- he said sorry bro, but theres a bit of a drought
- but i will give you a shout, ..soon no doubt
- i wait awhile but this guy, on a long ting
- i give vin a ring, but he's not answering
- call last resort, his deals always short
- so bait i have 2 wait, wit the feel i'll get caught..
- its that time again
- need to see the weed bag
- feel the greed for weed bag
- i really fiend the weed bag
- nothing last forever
- need to see the weed bag
- feel the greed for weed bag
- i really fiend the weed bag
- Check my wrist, the man roll up in his whip
- do a quick switch, stash to easily ditch
- cops like to frisk this shit, its a risk in this town
- i miss the last train, and it start to piss down
- hoody up, alone wit my headphones
- feet on the street to the vibes of tribe tones
- filth up ahead, pulled a car for drinking
- this weed is stinking, and i'm not thinking
- they swoop to me, fast like an eagle
- to seek the scent, that be illegal
- we sensed the sensi, as you walk past
- i pass him the parcel, and then he just laugh
- seriously, he caught me but i walk free
- shit is so peng, that he wont charge me
- they just wanna get high, off my supply
- smile as they drive by...but again i'm dry..