Battles 3lektro_Magnetik vs
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
3lektro_Magnetik won this battle!
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Battle on December 8 2019 and Battle on January 28 2020
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I'm crackin' heads, tossin' this rapper in the garbage like a cigarette, battling me it's a life-or-death situation, like Russian Roulette.
- I'm a crazy fuck, predicting your moves like I'm telepathic, still receiving praise while lying on my hammock.
- My wicked side might commit homicide, like a cat I'll kill you nine times, hope you ya see me on Dateline.
- Consider me the Man Of Steel, my rhymes hot like steel cut oatmeal, I'm Magnetik, I'm known here.
- Treat this rapper like pupil, call me Socrates, gettin' paid for autobiographies and philosophies in my studies for this dummy,
- Murder this rapper and mock his family at the funeral like nothing's unusual,
- not sorry to be hurtful,
- I'm evolving, coming out of my shell like a sea turtle, writing these lyrics like street Journals.
- On some wicked shit, like Charles Manson if you can imagine, on Mafia shit like I'm Italian.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- so yall wanted to freestyle, let the precaution be known that this is toxic and vile,
- like a juvinile living a thuggish hostile lifestyle, going to court on trial for lyrical murder,
- when they really got the wrong guy, you know the one flipping burgers coming home after the day, you know, Mr. Turner,
- burn your ass like you put your hand on a lit burner, a quick learner under the circumstance,
- cause at first glance, he looks like your normal everyday joe, but if you step close
- he'll roast and expose your ass, make your shadow take a couple steps back,
- cause truly he's a rapping maniac, mouth like an uzi or a mac, cause when he steps to the mic,
- all you hear is *clack* *clack* *clack* then the bodies drop, then goes back to his normal everyday job,
- but a snitch came in and started spitting, Mr. Turner dropped the punk like it was lyrical murder,
- so the snitch did what he does best, dropped a cop a dime or two, to get an arrest,
- guns all drawn, pressed Turner against the cop's car, snitch is feeling like a superstar,
- and went straight to court the next day, Turner tried to explain he's been framed
- he dont even know why he here, he got played like a puppet to a puppeteer,
- the judge say that he was shedding tears, and truly expressing fear,
- so they put him on the polygraph, and alas, Turner was tellin the truth,
- he finally got his proof, so he went back to court the next day,
- and the judge looked up and says "Fuck it, Mr. Turner, your free"
- Turner looked at the judge and smiled showing glee, and lived the rest of his life happily spitting.