Battles Y-Fi vs Mukrat
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Battle on September 7 2017
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Yes i give a fuck
- Yeah opinions suck
- "Fuck you, your opinions and your mind" What type of philosophy is that
- Yes i try and be good
- I try and be kind
- twist my words again, misunderstood and left behind
- no i do not love
- far as i'm concerned you're filth
- lend a helping hand
- bite it as much as you can
- Everything i do, i do to protect you
- makes me feel like there's something wrong with my view
- turns out it's all that toxicity you spew
- What a shame cuz, i guess i'll continue
- told you i wasn't the messiah
- but i do have the power to set the world on fire
- but whatever, i'm brighter than that
- grip you tighter in my arms until you start to chat
- "what you about? you seem evil, heartless when it comes to people, feel like no one is your equal"
- nope
- just feel like you need to be peaceful
- cause you may be silent in real life, but it's a different story in your cerebral
- Yeah i give fuck
- yeah i care about your opinions
- but your opinions don't really differ from those of the other billions
- said i ain't here to make a difference or preach about our existence
- just trying to give you a better outlook, yet you keep your distance :/
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Withering the wings of inner-being it interveince with
- Submissive disbelief in what’s been colored in a pretense
- Printers breed a decoy in fictitious prompts of eager
- Bittersweet obsequious decryptions promised Eden and a
- slithering ravine slinking onward up the region by the
- cistern of the fiendish feeding crops to colosseums so the
- internal delinquents see the prospects of their deeds when they
- blister the behemoth, a of decease to all allegiance
- Darwins of the cause, parse marvels with a nod
- They’re impartial to anomalies that barter with the odds
- Start Gulliver’s bazaar under cosmic disregard
- Uncharted but the entourage is scarfing up the claus
- They aren’t cunning, aren’t smart, ark coming to a thwart
- Carcinogens acquired by their parliaments remarks
- Transpire with the flooding, where you’re higher ‘till you’re sunken
- Cutlass misers in the hunting one survives it, one becomes him
- To keep it civil, I speak Sybil inconsistencies
- Minister deceit because it’s simple and emits a peace
- I might be ostracized when they signal with their gritted teeth
- But it’s no compromise when the visible’s what matters least
- Rectangled eyes sideways for periphery and raiments of blight, light rays in a tattered fleece (black sheep)
- Maybe capable at ease, but it’s dismal and I’ll make my last retreat
- And how we stave the hunger, watch em grovel
- We didn’t raise with comfort to perpetually coddle
- We didn’t raise a wonder to perfect and then remodel
- We didn’t raze and plunder to deject each grueling quarrel
- Collectively dissolve, almost automaton in nature
- Every defection’s nullified by conscientious displacers in the phrasing
- Sycophants and phony philanthropists exploit the phobias emphatically
- Cuz we can’t rage against the machine we’re inhabiting when it’s vicarious of our own profanity