Battles  DaeDon vs badguydanny

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • i was typing this shit while dropping the bomb,
  • My words are packed just like a nuclear bomb, they're oppenheimer's labyrinth like they confined Minotaur just how they locked him wit' bars,,
  • Some will set foots before a fall comes by, ain't no cowards in the game nigga, it's Vietnam,
  • I'm am a martyr, the reject son of Islam, i be scorin pieces with dat nun bitch in St. John,
  • Tied down by the impressive flow of H2O, Nigga, I'm nice with the bloody blow,
  • Like your melon just like a banana, too easy to peel, cause no discusses ya bustas, act like you know the deal,
  • I can still recall the day I saw a gangsta cry, Vatos would get high off of letting teflon bullets fly,
  • Look, whenever you touch down nigga, A.M. or P.M., go to sleep bitch, fucking bullets recieve em,
  • Broke schools and abuse made the noose a must, s.o.b better believe in heedle Compton corners with Glocks
  • Wrap some chalk around ur wrists and tie ur feet, step on your street and you'll see real niggaz draw my heat
  • It's '19 where these bars come out the penitentiary,
  • Drug game done crashed, jus like the stock market in the 20th century,
  • But weed'll never stop sellin, give me the blunt an spark it,
  • God'll let you see tomorrow, complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit
  • And as for friends, that's somethin' that you never had,
  • I pressed my luck with the Sotas to make my money double fat they had to give my worth a spot 2020 on the Almanac,
  • Hit, like the bull, more pull than Magneto, I remember when your P-O box said Peto,
  • Sweat my technique, never will you niggas come close, then I swore you came back to wearing hip-hop clothes

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Didn't think about this one too hard
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  • When it comes to these rhymes I get obsessive
  • Spin it around my mind like a washing machine with dresses
  • Toss it like a salad with dressin, leave the crowd guessin
  • Cuz I'm possessive when it comes to these ingredients
  • Keep it secret, ain't no chance any of y'all are seeing it
  • Or repeating it, people take shit around here,
  • But I'm keeping it locked away
  • Good luck stealing shit that sits in my brain
  • I leave it there to age, I'm a wine cellar
  • I write with a metronome or go acapella
  • Then I spit it out a week from now
  • And motherfuckers act like they can beat me in a freestyle

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