Battles AKTheory vs Rico
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Better than the competitors, the Apex predator
- a legend developing, the God'll make you secular
- lyrical wrestler, writing a letter to the editor
- strapped with metal Beretta rhymes, red dot on ya retina
- never left a shred of evidence, got a plethora
- six milli ways to rhyme, lettuce, cheddars, et cetera
- more views than Letterman has, the purest specimen
- of razor sharp tongued emcee, elegant eloquence
- you're barely even relevant, I spit with intelligence
- now they notice who's the elephant in the room
- I came to the game with the deadly weapon elements
- I'll leave you under feet of sediment in ya tomb
- it's pure excellence, Theory be the arch nemesis
- speak a broken language that's been holy since the Genesis
- Dynamic Funk planet, come to command the regiments
- putting clear emphasis on always flowing venomous
- the illest testaments, unfold the scrolls of rhythm
- the robot flow, it's remote control like subtle socialism
- control the system, I been blessed as divine leader
- while you don't mix like Ramadan Muslims and swine eaters
- truth is locked behind the bars with maximum security
- hitting musicians rapid fire, burn the beat third degree
- rappers wanna murder me, I got the hottest writtens
- and when I've got to spitting funky, ain't no competition
- my compositions are sick, I'll body the super lyricist
- wrap circles around these squares and form ancient pyramids
- Egyptian hieroglyphics, viral sickness flowing finer
- than more natural medicines, vintage wines, and the china
- shining more than diamond miner's eyes and ears
- witness the rhythm hit em like a full storm of flying spears
- I'm the pioneer, I'm droppin bombs like squads of Saddam
- holy Qu'Ran on my lyrics, I'm Vietnam napalm, gone
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Conversations bout biggie and pac,Politic about money and plot,
- the 38 reel, I fish for the shot.Serve you the deal,Mixing the pots,
- The murder concealed,My bitches is not,
- Till I.pull.it.and "pop"ThatShit I pulled from the block.
- No 22 in my socks,
- Im pushn paper to make it,The profits stack and I take it,
- Them niggas filling with hatred,
- They wonder how did I get it,Put my mind in my pen,
- You hear the mouth of peasantNigga started with scratch,
- Now I bring mah the presents,
- Cause I remember decembers,When money drylike the desert.
- She never left me deserted,I know I never deserved it,
- I hope im serving my purpose,While im swerving these lanes,
- Burning the purple ,I feel it blurr out the pain
- The friends they gone hurt you,Money bigger that,
- Death over dishonor,Nothing bigger than that.
- Flipped the half to the whole thing, you do the math.
- Add a lil nose ring,It's pac in the flesh .
- Looking like 92 boy popn the tech.
- With the option to ride,Cause to die, man thats always implied.