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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Crucifixion, final blow and this'll be extermination,
  • you'll be crucified but you won't bleed enough to testify,
  • that's the punishment for your cruel crimes,
  • your fake raps are terrible for human kind,
  • commit career suicide,
  • I ain't "great enough to move prestigious"?,
  • bitch I just found ya weakness,
  • i'm pulling strings?, you're the puppet,
  • you should look back at your previous assumptions,
  • hit you with my bludgeon, your skill begins to plummet,
  • slay your art?, you'd lose money if you sold it as art,
  • RIOT a pervert?,
  • Ah shit, I can't believe what I just saw on the news,
  • while you had a "wife" and kid you was askin the 12 Y.O Kelly for nudes,
  • only thing in your "scope" is a 12 year old girls ass cheeks,
  • you think that's neat?,
  • for that i'll beat your ass in your own backstreet,
  • in front of your mommy and your Grammy,
  • go back and knock out ya daddy,
  • NOW YOU DON'T HAVE A FAMILY!,
  • Crucify you till you bleed and are mesmerized,
  • you'll never be memorialized,
  • you make us out to be the BAD GUYS!,
  • hope you got a flashlight,
  • because I'll do all that shit at night,
  • my 10 year old brother is what you actin like,
  • grow up and rap before I start your crucifixion.
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  • P.S. - accept my rap battle challenge you pussy

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Verse blank, plain achromatism, eradicate, "declare a moratorium", away with your benevolence, fathom compositions intempestivity festivities bone-shaken microphone fiends bust wit Rakim expressing God talent! Master'd positive energy super fly-ness winged sneakers to shake em' high in the clouds, angel-snobbing beauty decomposition'd. Pro-levels we're not in the same position, polished style perfect novice, hustle rapper average emcees try out B.E.T awards to the world can notice. Sorry that I didn't know em', "X this Melo" no "Rapity" armies in the Rap City, sun dies it's a night of Rapacity watch the "Mak" perform "Buckshots" he drive-by's with Macklemore, splatter this pen to page like Graffiti aerosol art. Immortal's dextrality Excalibur unleash barbaric demons like I'm a destruction disciple in a twisted reality hit-checkin'. Words are my weapons pain bringin' whips skilled. Spittin' sick kid gets Rap Syndrom he gotta bring home! Rock ya mind with the mic neva hit for the big chrome! Dope sella imagine hundreds, body-catchin' bullets air, head-kickin' scottie pippen, that nonesense won't expand knowledge when the language touches. Master struggled with judgement, gun-catchin' closed casket aftermath murder you'll needa baptism. Beat-rippin' repeated sound loops, chill-reach when the house cools while he releasin' chain leashes lettin' the hounds loose! F a rewind when the crew "step back" I atomic genre with some explosive raps (WW2 nukes incoming!)-profound shots from the past hit fast, kickin' door to a sick-whack and walked out after his ribs cracked!

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