Battles FilthERich vs Mckooo
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- When I start spittin', bitch's head starts splittin'!
- You say you "punch-hard" but your blows are soft as kittens.
- Your bars are bitten, pre-written, yall can witness,
- My mission to end this system(assist them),
- killing off all his allies for running away like chickens.
- It's a dangerous business, he's fishin' for the riches,
- but I think his ears are missing, didn't ya hear, your my bitch!
- So listen, GET YOUR FAT ASS BACK IN THE KITCHEN!
- He has an addiction to "choke" but I've been itchin' to smoke.
- Cockin' the gat, silently moving unnoticed,
- You'll think I got an invisible cloak.
- My whole team packed, that's what you get if you provoke,
- Your whole crew laughing at ya, calling you a joke.
- I'm fueled with hatred, "light me up" the whole shit blow.
- I'll corn you like beef, put you in a sloppy joe.
- You tell everyone how you get bitches,
- they "smile" at you and flirtatiously say hello(Hell no!).
- Snowed full of dough, flow so fast, shit go slow-mo,
- making artistic wonders like Vincent van gogh,
- bars hitting you so hard like a hammer throw from Thor.
- Your lyrical abilities are so cheap, I could buy it at a discount store.
- I swore that I'd knock this whore out with one blow,
- His blood pouring out, dead on the floor, got that sensation for gore.
- Get ready to adore a body bag this bitch asked for,
- he's washed up ashore (a saw),
- jagged teeth slice his flesh, he ain't alive anymore.
- You have the laziest concept ever,
- You rhymes are smart as a kid with down syndrome, not very clever.
- So next time you wanna sever, I'll beat the shit out of you,
- and then say "Good luck on your future endeavor".
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I had a dream last night, I made it to the fly
- puffin, blowin, smokin tokens, straight up in the sky
- started choking, realized and went to back to bed
- an Acafed and some liquor, the stakes are gettin high
- will my memory exist through the afterlife
- or will it flash it before my eyes in a flashing lights
- is that an alternate world where I can be myself?
- Without no one's help, or does it have to be black and white
- fighting on the frontlines, Bless a true warrior
- the emotion that I'm hoping to feel is euphoria
- passion for the moment, but the hope is not working
- sometimes, so I spit a rhyme, do some soul searching
- black suits on us, that means we ready for target
- we get it poppin like the riots, let's get heavy and start it
- does anybody make real shit? Man I don't know
- I hope so, cause no one on the radio got soul though
- I speak in broken language, perfect and check the rhythm
- and wreck it on a record, that's my fatal mechanism
- if you choose to disrespect it, that's a loss for hip hop
- between the teeth is the chains, you can floss til you drop
- you got grind for it, bite your friends, push em away
- we had a golden era but it couldn't have stayed
- we listen to whatever the radio system feeds us
- rip the shackles from our souls, then maybe you'll meet Jesus