Battles vs 3lektro_Magnetik
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I'm the most evil mothafucka alive in this place,
- The type to rip yo' brains out in front yo' face,
- Where ever I walk, the WiFi stops workin',
- Men begin violence, killin' small-time clerks and,
- Buryin' the families of they homies, makin' 'em lonely,
- 'Cuz snitches get what thet deserve, a cold beef steak served,
- I'm the man who wields two MACs and fire to see the sparks,
- Just that, perhaps kill 20 people in the park,
- I fuckin' rip charts to fit myself in, these fucks is selfish,
- Autotunin', bitch what the fuck, you need singin'?
- Voices? I asked you to rap,
- I didn't ask you to look like Afghani crap,
- I steal yo' drugs to sell 'em back to you,
- Shit, I do business and now I'm rappin' too
- So when you see me killin' two dogs with one cat,
- Just remember I buried my soul inside of the trash,
- I hit back at you with yo' plaques, I strangle people,
- And I hurt them like tear gas!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Dominate the field like a warlord, I'm past these fools,
- won't you keep the score, I ought to name myself "Best MC'',
- yet my critics jump on my dick soon's I announce it,
- my mentor told me fuck money, pursue your talent,
- I'm insane, reciting my lyrics with power,
- sellin' my rhymes quick as if I'm sellin' powder,
- this the music to help the unfortunate,
- my mission's finish, check it off my bucket list.
- Trying to educate the youth yet they refuse to choose,
- to listen to a conscious rapper than a trapper,
- they rather listen to bum rappers who claiming to be masters,
- I ought to slip 'em in their pampers,
- hope I'm on spotify of the phone of Marshall Mathers.
- Feel the blast of a .44, I'm sure you felt it,
- we corrupted homie, desiring power like Rumpelstiltskin,
- Feel the blast a .44 on his hip, I ought dislocate your pelvis,
- I don't trust my darlin', yet she shake her hips like Elvis,
- I'm more than a rapper, was called a Prophet before
- to restore rappers like us who the public ignore,
- see me in the booth, wanted to be in there since a youth,
- now I'm saying what's up to my homies like R-Truth.
- Wearing a tux despite my color you consider me a thug,
- I'm like Al Capone baby don't mistake me, I'm untouched,
- call it love or lust I'm after wealth, you in my way I'll fire shells,
- you better watch yourself, my fury inevitable itself.