Battles  R0p0 vs Whiteraps

RULES

Just Rap About a make up story dont make it be real

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • I ain’t tryna diss you
  • I just wanna know the issue
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  • Heard it was you I'm like nah not my dawg
  • Went to school together Took the bus and all
  • Back of flashin cars, tryna be a boss
  • Tryna fit in with the hustlers, they told us run along
  • this aint really a diss song
  • You still wanna gang bang, ride deep in cars
  • Same gravity hold you down, that’s embarrassing
  • Your comments was hilarious, not even congratulations
  • Told niggas we’re related, even when I made it
  • Had nothing but good things to say about you even though you still hate it
  • I know you think ‘cause this fame I’m probably jaded
  • And that’s all me, being smart don’t mean cheap
  • You could take a life sitting in the driver’s seat
  • Take your shades off, I’m like
  • Remember me?
  • If you know what you say then say who you are
  • We ain’t gotta take it this far
  • So go on, make a diss song, this is not a diss song
  • They just wanted this song, tell em play this song
  • Lookin at my story, breakin down my glory
  • Judging my highlights when it’s shots like Horry
  • Wanna call me fake cuz you really can’t relate to me
  • Your remarks, blatantly out of character
  • You sociopaths couldn’t make a dollar in America
  • On your keyboard cuz I blew up like a keloid
  • Me boy,
  • let the birds sing
  • Had to sacrifice, never knew what pain will bring
  • never had a niece
  • They call it spoken word, don’t want it to speak

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Rollin through the hood in my hooptie
  • Just hit the J now my eyes gettin droopy
  • Gotta pray to god that somebody don't shoot me
  • Cuz I just picked up 2 oz's and one smooth beat
  • Lookin in my mirrors I'm on gansta watch
  • Double checkin that all my car doors is locked
  • Caddy pulls up with the windows dropped
  • Then I hear the sound of pop pop pop from the glock
  • Slammed on the gas just a hard as I can
  • Reached in my glove box, steal in hand
  • Down goes my window now I'm shooting back
  • All I hear is rata-tat-tat-tat-tat
  • Glass flyin high as their windows crack
  • Then I feel a strong whack and my mind goes black
  • Come to my senses and I try to move
  • But I'm dripping blood out of the holes from his .22
  • I though back on my life and said "I was a funny dude"
  • Now I'm sittin hear dyin, but shit, that's what money do
  • Money is the root of all evil
  • It got me in the position to die in my regal
  • I wanna scream for god by my voice so feeble
  • so i close my eyes and pray that my death's peaceful
  • We are not equals, you below me
  • If I asked you to, you would probably blow me
  • Get on your knees and take my whole load slowly
  • I'm just spittin shit as I die in the road G
  • Now I see the puddle growing bigger at my feet
  • Tears drip from my eyes and my blood level deplete
  • I hear someone arrive at the side of my door
  • It's the dude from the Caddy with a chrome .44
  • There's nothing I can do so I close my eyes
  • He pulls the trigger, it goes black, and I guess I die

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