Battles Aesthete vs OG-Diamond3x187
RULES
Emotional Rap; (Rap about Depression). No Trolling. No name dropping. Best of luck to you.
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Till the show of death, till the time of death
- May these rhymes escape my lips till my final breath
- Doesn't mean I'm ready
- But doesn't mean I won't do it,
- The chronic got me feeling like Russia and Putin.
- Euphoria surrounds me a glorious surrounding
- Just dawned on me that I'm snoring while I'm lounging,
- Hold up, out of body experience,
- So many risks but I ain't really fearing this,
- Only thing that can stop me now,
- Is how I contemplate how I use this crown,
- King of the Jungle, top of the mountain,
- Unbelievable amount of shit I be spoutin,
- I'd be lying if this ain't the realest shit I ever wrote,
- I just wish it was the realest shit I ever spoke
- I’m standing in a place in my mind, with a knife to my throat
- Everyone decides, to leave, my side, into say I just wanna go
- Among the young
- But so ready to die, not at all shy to explain to you why
- I wanna go up in the sky, where I'll fly forever high
- since the day of my birth, arriving here on the earth,
- I havent had much worth...
- my whole life I've been duanted, with being unwanted
- always so lonely, myself to depend on only
- Depressed, stressed with this tight feeling in my chest
- I'm far from my best
- Craving death, regretting every breath
- I feel like my heads gonna explode, my thoughts are to hard to decode
- No one understands my souls craving to leave this land
- All these thoughts in my brain, I cant refrain from going insane
- drained from all this pain, but fuck it, you won't here me complain...
- Or will you?
- Till the show of death, till the time of death
- May these rhymes escape my lips till my final breath
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I stay on my grind
- I always seem to get lost in my mind
- In a hustlers mind I feel confined
- Never ending an eternal bind
- Filled with daymares an memories of lost G'z
- Homies i used to smoke bags of sticky trees
- Niggas that ride for they homies an die for they Block
- Others that lost they life to smokin a rock
- This world is full of sinners intertwined wit Gangsters
- Niggas dyin to get known because they spit a sick flow on a verse
- My mind is intertwined with the formula to spit sick rhymes
- I spit sick ryhmes while commitin crimes
- Homies tell stories bout life in the pen
- Niggas lost doin heroine