Battles deeball vs Killa-Black
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- yo son I'm too fucking complex a rubix cube with five different colors/
- you'll never solve me only four sides like seasons spring, winter fall, summer/
- so any heat ya want to bring ill put ya flame out to anything your spitting/
- then let me start ripping the mic its goodnight lights out and good ridding/
- ive been murdering MC's like you forever here ill give you a Preview/
- ill spew just a few bars give ya something to chew on and fry your CPU/
- when deeballs on his game on a Campaign of terror I go completely Insane/
- right off the chain,ill scar face Cocaine, when I snap out you'll be just a bloodstain/
- here's what your missing I'm on a mission, mixing my dissing waiting on what your bringing/
- come with it the crowds Listening, but all their Witnessing is an MC getting a Smashing/
- my art is deoxyribonucleic, I can make riches out of rags, it comes basic/
- i use Algebraic mathematic formula that's archaic, use my lyrics as my mosaic/
- Your whole vocabulary and strategy is miserable, some would even say pitiful/
- your inexplicably unoriginal ,lyrics not formidable, why you even battle is Criminal/
- I tell you straight you can't compete at all with that horseshit ill choke hold ya and put you Asleep/
- I hope where ya got your lyrics you got a Receipt, just Retreat don't proceed because you sow what ya Reap/
- so if you wanna act hard come and stop by the projects ill empty your pockets/
- you'll get a glock to the top of your noggin fuck up your Optics and then ya get socked in the sockets/
- the end my friend.../
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Your in the wrong parts of these streets friend,
- Where fake g's end up seasoned
- with macs, glocks and Uzi's with unfolded stocks
- FBI Snapshots of ya body
- if you don't state who ya close to
- Cause those who front are like a juxtaposition
- I'm the whole army your just a handful of ammunition
- I'd must admit you've got a few shots
- But ya grandfather better be watching his clock
- Cause my shits cocked and girls wanna play hopscotch
- In the street, they better jump over the bloody meat
- and when you come to check the chalk outline
- My crew decked with five nine's,
- will blast at ya spine, make ya flat line
- ya weak diss couldn't fuck with one line
- so simmer down sonny
- and pack up ya bags and run away with ya mummy