Battles Vission vs WrittenGod
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Yo, I'm ill minded,
- so sick in the head imma need to split and divide it
- Rearrange in alignment
- I don't spread peace, I'm the disease that's breeding violence
- Stemmed from the fact these people lackin'
- Keep that shit up, I'm gone use this piece of fabric
- And wrap it around your neck til I hear it snappin.
- What just happened should not be discussed
- Its no wonder the world looks at me in disgust
- But why should I give a fuck? I don't
- I walk this thin line like a tightrope
- Cause I juggle my sanity while I laugh toward a bank
- Collecting my fucking mentality that I had stored in it when I locked in the coordinates,
- I'm an extortionist, the type to play you like an accordion
- Till you practically beg me to kill you, well then I guess I'm Jack Kevorkian
- feel the sting from a scorpion and start to sweat
- Cause the poisons' taking over, boy, you already dead.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Primordial is in a prime ordeal
- I go in blind, hope I find more to you than stolen rhymes and lying for the views
- I'm slightly off when it comes to right and wrong, I'm morally skewed
- You deal with normal issues, you don't know half of what I'm sorting through
- I could've left you defeated in one line
- You shouldn't need to steal bars, you repeat your own punchlines
- It's easy being Primo, bet you think you're the sunshine
- I'm what you get when every single planet is aligned
- You're burning out, single star, left in the black of space
- You're reaching hard but I grabbed the cake, so you can't have a plate
- Never acclimate to a school but I still graduate
- Play my cards right and I'm in the clear, I'm Masta Ace
- You execute bars poorly, you bore me, bad with language
- You couldn't know my strokes if you record me masturbating
- You slash with blades, I slay with the razor wit in my cranium
- A murder weapon I neglect to hide, still get away with it
- It'd cost an arm and leg to try your field
- You're worth 2 dollars per eye, you'd need to pry more deals