Battles Y-Fi vs WCR
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Depth
- vision blurring out in the fog of the press
- the only source of light the anglar fish
- senseless to the weather above the waves
- current stay consistent till the conscious cave
- so why wait?
- no need to state my stress in state
- the state handles the direction of the debate
- I just came for the buffet, give me a plate
- I like that lipstick, give me a taste
- in and out of focus and my thoughts misplaced
- pace pumping from the substances, is this shit laced?
- good question...
- not my intention
- the lesson is the youth is made, to grow up staying under the shade and tripping is just part of the game
- what a waste
- to my distaste, i've faced the consequences of moving with haste
- to chase consciousness expecting a movie to wait, with the scenario being your face ready to celebrate
- at any rate, i'll take whatever i'm able to generate, leave the rest with the other toxicities
- what a waste
- nothing based on the chase ever ended in the same place
- but if based on the wait, then it comes full circle to fill for the space
- if that ain't deep then it's ace and worthy of bumping in the ferrari or the wraith
- tell it straight
- I dangle around these verses, all i'm missing is a cape
- and a high rise apartment to replace the gape
- higher than the limits of the sky i hesitate
- will it fix me or will i fall down to the yellow tape
- 6 feet underground is not an escape
- i say i'm safe and sound when i'm not seeing shapes
- my order is astounding, i just open doors and gates
- any one could be a mistake
- any who could come of as fake
- the headache can come off like an earthquake, never think in my wake
- let the sleep mend heartbreak, it's just as important to take
- half my life spent shaking the snakes
- other half walking the concrete jungle, a pretty snowflake
- watching the half-finished buildings through the structural stakes
- it takes a while to reach to the sky with earth scrapers they make
- i just know it's an elate feeling when all the resources accumulate
- and the building stands complete at the great length discussed at the planning debate
- call it a weird way to elevate, my sense of accomplishment allows me an understanding of when to celebrate
DEFENDER'S RAP
- //Verse1\\
- Got me started so say goodbye,
- Rounds in the chamber time to let it fly,
- Dont care where your from, or rules you live by,
- When the WestSide Rides all you motherfuckers die,
- Thug 4 Life,
- Thats what we screaming,
- Scheming to beat me Bitch boy keep dreaming,
- So much animosity between a real G and a wannabe,
- So honestly theres a war between quantity and quality,
- pussy boyz on they own only strong with there homeboys,
- They talkin bout fightin' but there only makin' noise,
- talkin about guns smokin' but they not knowin',
- my glocks cocked and they drop when my shots flowin',
- Goin through the motions of life
- showin no emotion when its time to fight,
- Still coastin' the westcoast so Cunt be quite,
- Cause on fright night i dont just swing i bite,
- So Sweet lullaby bitch time to go sleep,
- ill slaughter your family that even the devil will weep,
- //Verse2\\
- Live long and prosper, fuck that ima turn your child to an orphan,
- Couldnt find a foster parent so it was a delayed abortion,
- couldnt identify his body durin postmortem,
- Cause i hit em with the shotty it was the only thing for em,
- Fuck all my enemies, i can read there soul and see the envy,
- Actin' like real Gs but steady lacking complexity,
- There fictional life's mean nothing, Nor did mine allegedly,
- Be fast to blast me now because that chance be gone eventually,
- If don't act now ill kill your mother later,
- Think fast or can you live with that failure,
- knowing a stranger, used her blood to fill the pen that put this in paper,
- Ain't no hater i don't hate her, but i hate you,
- Fuck you goin do when those bullets chew through her tissue,
- But cry like a bitch knowing you could have stopped it,
- i only pointed the gun, Your the one who shot it,
- say what you want but it was your money that bought it,
- Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
- Coated full metal jacket now its time to bust,
- Where the hatchet while you bitches flowin static,
- If i blasted id plaster your brain on the matress,
- Pass the gat cause as for peace we passed that,
- its laughed at, so when i see your milf mom ill smash that,