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Rhyme about a place where the struggle is real. Where poverty and crime is the norm. 16 bars written only.

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Battle on October 1 2021

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Where I’m from the zip codes the same digits as the population most impoverished place in the nation over half of us on probation.
  • On our neighbors we take out the frustration drop a newborn straight from creation and jump this little punk into formation no hesitation.
  • Here doing proper ain’t an option we got crack headed cops and dads on Suboxone making more problems and the water supply smelling like vomit.
  • That’s where the body’s get tossed in better watch what you talking and watch wear you walking move fast before the fuckin dogs get to barking.
  • Deflate ya ass careful getting ya bread up around terrible felons fella end up in a barrel to the fire fed ya now that’s a terrible end to a terrible life that led ya.
  • No debtors prison here you only dead bruh one bad day and we sorry we met ya it’s twice as deadly as wherever your set from in every way we out to get ya.
  • Fuck yeah that’s a challenge all the nerve come here with your watch and purse little bitch town of Johns bout to make your guts pop and burst.
  • Everybody gotta eat so everybody gotta work highest crime in America one in twenty three chances of getting your body hurt.
  • If som’ pop off everybody heard the hype it just ain’t worth their life ain’t worth the fight just turn an eye or you gon’ fuckin learn tonight.
  • Curse and spite depressive mania be the birth right like a quick job lead to an absurd night of the worst type a mission from the kitchen to the “fuck, right here turn right!”
  • Swerve right through the Pennsylvania Turnpike no pit stops and fuck a passengers life I’m just here to earn mine fuck yeah y’all heard right.
  • Fees and fines make society burn bright I’m just doing my part to keep the heat on in hell that’s absurd, right? Make more coffins to feed all them termites.
  • Sun don’t shine in the ghetto so just let ‘em know only darkness looking over you we got 35% poverty and no good schools.
  • Gotta go missing for anyone to even notice you they hold a funeral so your family can mellow out and smoke a few. Mellow out and smoke a few.
  • Everyday you live that ain’t what you supposed to do better hope nobody notice you keep your head down and look over your shoulder too.
  • All we know is doom look up in the afternoon up to the coldest moon a place known to few and those who do aint proud to call it home, would you?

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Whatever you do the sirens flash on ya silhouette
  • The stench of death in the air and the ash of a cigarette
  • Ya best friend could always take ya cash for the bills and rent
  • The ones who make it out never turn back they just give respects
  • Gamble on ya food stamps with the neighborhood pick pockets
  • Tryna feed their own cause ain’t no way to make a good deposit
  • Even wrist watches are a luxury in those hungry streets
  • Babies come up in the system, first words are “Don’t fuck with me.”
  • Don’t be too surprised if you see a kid shoot a .9
  • A few miles away and it coulda been some school supplies
  • Parents still hope to raise successful ladies, scholarly gents
  • But without the guap for the rent they’ll all be starvin to death
  • Fuck the police, fuck the system, pardon my French
  • But why be constantly threatened by “off with their heads!”
  • When whether or not you good at heart can’t be measured
  • For now they dream, just tryna keep their last belongings together

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