Battles  YLG vs Dope_Doc

RULES

Written rap,song, or verse. No Recording 45-64 lines, can use beat/instrumental

Max of 64 lines

THIS BATTLE IS OVER

Dope_Doc won this battle!

3 ROUNDS

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Battle on September 7 2017 and Battle on September 20 2017

CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • In this battle I'm going for the victory, collecting my V's
  • The dub, W's, and you gettin the L with ease
  • I won't stop till I've won, I won't stop till I'm one
  • Number 1, like D Rose in Chicago
  • I'm the best rappad artist, I'm Rappad's picasso
  • Leonardo Divinci, I got the code
  • It is in my bars, bar-coded
  • You gotta read between the lines of my rhymes,
  • that are quoted
  • To this rap stuff, I'm very devoted
  • I've been ready, and if I wasn't, I'm reloaded
  • Why I got you bufferin, I'm in it to win
  • you out to lose, I'ma get it finished
  • I'm coming out victorious, give me justice
  • you know I'm victorious like Victoria Justice
  • Can't stop won't stop till I've won this
  • I'm keeping it a hundred
  • I thought I told you that I won't stop
  • and it don't, don't a, don't a, don't stop
  • I gotta keep it going, I gotta keep it flowing
  • Like a river, smooth like a paddleboat in it rowing
  • Y'all already knowing, what's goin on
  • Triumph is in palm's reach for me, and I'm holdin on,
  • to it, you know I'ma do it
  • you know I gotta do it
  • I gotta do this, go my very hardest, my full power, I gotta use it
  • We both tryna beat eachother for the win,
  • but I've already beat you and I beat you to it
  • My name should be Victor, like Oladipo
  • I'm feeling icky vicky, like Woah Vicky
  • Call me Vic, but I ain't chocking no pitty
  • but I got you in a choke hold,
  • got my foot on ya neck, got you going in choke mode
  • You're about to choke tho, grab em by the throat yo
  • I'm coming in clutch mode, I'm so clutch yo
  • Always coming up successful, nothing to do with luck tho
  • I wish you best of luck tho, no, that was just a joke bro
  • You're about to lose, come take these losses
  • No L's on my record, yes I am flawless
  • Thats going in ya record book, you about to face defeat
  • I'm on fire right now, you just can't take the heat
  • Like Jay Rock said, Win ! Win ! Win ! Win ! Win !
  • When ? right now as I'm going in, in, in, in, in
  • You want smoke, take this L, and let blow in the wind
  • On my victory lap waiting to dance,
  • right now I'm taking dub-steps
  • I feel it coming, tho I haven't even won yet
  • yet one, I'm feeling very triumphant
  • As I cross the finish line, blow the horn and trumpet
  • I'm finally infront and, you in the back, frontin
  • you came last like the runt and
  • I came in first,
  • You wanted smoke, we raced, and I came in and out dustin
  • you bit and ate the dust, you looking like you about to rust
  • you looking rusty and dusty, spray em with WD-40
  • You sounding out of breath, rapping like E-40
  • I just collected another V, got another victory
  • This one is in the books, and the rest is history
  • and this is his story
  • Y.L.G.'s, and you are now just a mystery
  • I'm screaming, Victoryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Between me and this rook, there ain't no comparison,
  • Your best track was written on ya arm, cuz you did heroin,
  • Jackin' them lyrics from a cherokee machine,
  • It's not hard to believe why you come in last like your name was Z,
  • commonly gettin' this cheese like a photography lesson,
  • Upon a session, I'm lyrically smokin' emcees like Smith did to Wesson,
  • Every verse you spit ain't touching me, it's a fucking curse,
  • The only thing you touchin is motherfuckers in a catholic church,
  • Walkin' into the confession session and halfway you're deceased,
  • catch this dirty priest napping in his beat up, smelly prius,
  • Handin' out these L's like early morning on Christmas,
  • ballistic bullets separate your body parts, they're keeping their distance,
  • They dislike you so much, they want you to jug down some gasoline,
  • Stepping up to the Doc spending ya lifes worth on gambling,
  • This is the type of dude to walk into his next job with a ruger,
  • The Doc's calling him a loser, stuck in his head like a full blown tumor,
  • You're fucking cheating, but nobody believes it' and nobody is seeing,
  • Upon it's completion, your album dropped and it flopped like a Phoenix Sun season,
  • I'll take my fuckin' pride and joy till I hit the granite grave, I'm saying,
  • I'm the black man lyrically' fuckin this white man, call it reverse enslavement,
  • Bar for bar like a prison cell I can't tell if you want to bomb inna' jar,
  • Beating me is like my erection when I'm fucking type of hard, little fuck-tard,
  • Somebody call the fire department my pen is too hot to fit in the glove compartment,
  • Young Life is just the target gotta' defeat 'em in this office to let 'em know who's the hardest,
  • Bars so sweet, now and later, somebody razor his paper game to death,
  • Fuckin' retard, he sped off into his favorite meth on his death bed,
  • You suck so much, it's like you're still getting breast fed,
  • Who the fuck is going to fuck with some idiotic meth head,
  • I've seen 'em all, they fall and later crawl over my monuments,
  • This fuckin' creep saves rap pad pics to his secret documents,
  • Took 'em years to admit in his verse he had to convert to a pervert,
  • His whole he's been received with curse words, and flushed down like a turd,
  • The Doc's license is gone, his patience has been sliced like apple slices,
  • Heard you fit in' your mouth every dick size there is, you got a virus,
  • Back to that church line, you going to jail with that former Pittsburgh Pirate,

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