Battles 21Pence vs
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Yo... ya want a battle... ya getting one. I'm going to be a RapPad battler anyway. So, expect many more from me.
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Battle on July 29 2020
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- M-Savage, you punk ass
- Remember that diss, I ain't afraid to make another one
- A follow-up, yup
- M-Savage, go and cook yourself a soup containing cabbage that was left in the garbage
- This is a battle that'll give you some insight on my rap skills
- Ya probably think I do rap for the thrills, this rap will probably give you the chills
- I'll be like Bill Cosby and give you some pills
- With my raps, I could commit a lot of lyrical mental kills
- I've became better with my rhyming, choosing the words, hundreds of them in my head
- Click of a finger, some I've basically just said
- I like to rap when I'm sleeping in bed, practicing my lyrical creativity
- Rhyming that with infinity, eternity and nativity
- Give me your best rhymes M, or M-Savage, or should I say M-Bitch
- Ya want a follow-up to M-Bitch
- M-Bitch 2, it'll be a great lyrical sensation, better than the first song
- I might make this one 8 minutes long and have all the best comebacks
- Slip under the cracks and make it rain with lyrics
- I'm trying to make it rain with money, you'll probably will make it rain with wack
- bars that not even the world's most crappiest rapper would say out loud
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I cut to the bone when I harmonize
- you can't thug from a phone with harmin eyes
- I'm busy, lazy, crazy, and dizzy.. you're just tasha's cries
- Don't let your gaze south, faggot, look at me as you blow the dice
- See my silhouette against darkened skies
- As I bust and provide you a martyrs disguise
- You yell out "ride or die" as you pedal your bike
- I'm a writer so it's known I've died and died
- If I questioned your intelligence no arm'd rise
- You sleep on the truth then awaken alarmed to find
- That though you feel your owed the markets price
- is far to high to correct the slight dealt when kharma's lied
- I spit hot fire, my salivas caramelized
- You more resemble a frozen pond of ice
- Cuz you sit there static and ponder whys
- I'd slay on stage as though from armoured ride
- And your blood pools cuz your all o' buzz like you're farming flies
- So when my neighbors try to bang down the door asking
- to turn down the bang I can ax them with passion...
- And keep pissing them off cuz even the dead can here what I'm passing...
- But I'd honor there passing by rolling some grass and throw some ashe in,
- just to bring them back reconcile for my actions
- Then relapse when they've emptied my bag and,
- repeat the axing with the reaction being a re-axin'...
- My homie knocking doesn't involve dashing,
- it's all knocking a homie’s noggin passed in...