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,