Battles  blueb vs Dope_Doc

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • I started in new york
  • but there was a bunch of love
  • and i dont stand for love
  • i stand for loving
  • but that stuffs a whole lata nothin
  • so i go right along to can a da
  • but those people like nah
  • so i be hatin on those creeps (creeps)
  • gotta change those creeps (creeps)
  • and
  • i dont stand for love,
  • i stand for lovin
  • but that sh**s a whole lata nothin
  • cant stand when peole be hatin
  • on others that even cant be tradin
  • like
  • me
  • but that dosent get in the way of me cuttin down all the trees
  • cause who needs oxygen?
  • not me
  • but
  • where i started there was a whole lot of lovin
  • but here that counts for nothin (yeah)
  • nothin
  • been like 7 years now
  • but i will be around
  • for the time
  • when i go back (back)
  • to new york
  • (yeah)
  • (new new york)
  • (yeah)

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • It's evident my pen game is intelligent, I'll leave this bitch without evidence,
  • Subject to no predicate, I'm getting more long head than a Pelican,
  • Won't be hesitant, Window's tint like the president rollin' in arrogance,
  • I was born into excellence, flaming these irrelevant feminists,
  • I suggest you become more obedient, or the medical attention will be needed immediate,
  • All of these critics in the media, need to read an encyclopedia,
  • Your chick takes in this large, never small, and maybe a medium, bohemian penis,
  • I'm the wordsmith that'll take a piss on your lyrics and feed 'em to pigeons,
  • and as I'm killing this written check the gold chain it's got rabbits and carrots,
  • You released a song, and nobody was caring, we could hardly bear it,
  • Fuck it, I rob you of your soul and feed it to cannibals behind closed doors,
  • Fuck this weak competitor, Your metaphors blow more than a fuckin' Whore,
  • I'm a wisecracker they call me pennywise, I slice eyes with a long butchers knife,
  • And then I snipe these writers off this realm, never keepin my thoughts to myself,
  • I know these bars are hurting your chances of surpassing my greatest verses,
  • Fuckin' clown you belong in the circus, and a dub? You get Nun/None, no churches,
  • Uh, I'm on fire, I'm sick of these writers relying on somebody that's already dying,
  • slowly he's provoking me, but he'll never stop trying, to get this battle to tie and,
  • I give the rookie credit, he' has the balls to die in this battle cuz he's pathetic,
  • I'll put this lead up in em, he'll be shitting pencil lead in the basement of his parents,
  • Emcee's placed in captivity, for believing they'd be filling their ideas in like a cavity,
  • I'm back in the land of amity, families out the window with tnt' tied on their knees,
  • I'ma poet who's poems are exploding in the faces of those who provoke this,
  • Written god whos win is in the bag, keep voting, pistol whip ya neck, my bars are guns, they loaded,
  • and ready to spaz out and make ya regret sending out such a terrible rap,
  • Yeah Rap pad called, they want their lyrics back, you fuckin' clown on crack,
  • My career takes flight no attendant, pen ink' drips on emcee's sentences,
  • King of being the independent menace, I'm always leaving a Dent In Da Emcee's Pens,

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