Battles GEclipse49 vs AKTheory
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Hey yo,
- Your hair is out class,
- Your face smells like ass,
- Your body smells like brass,
- And when you talk you talk last,
- I aint dissin you, I’m telling you the truth,
- Heck I asked your momma and she told me you when you laugh you look like a brute,
- So Here’s what happened, I opened my front door,
- Found you lying on my front porch,
- Then I gave you a kick in the back,
- Hey man I didn’t you know you were wearing your momma’s slacks,
- So when you reached outer space
- You landed back to earth and fucked up the human race with your disgrace,
- SO here’s what I think, go home and write some dope shit and come back when your ready,
- Next time hold your ground, don’t hold your teddy, heck try to be steady,
- I think your nose is to curving you look like
- Stephen Hawking ,
- You stupid ass prick go suck a dick,
- You know what I think, you fat asshole,
- When you were in outer space you fell into plenty of black holes,
- Since you were pretty smart you went into MIT heck you ended up having sex with girls,
- And got HIV,
- So I’ve said enough, now I’m outtie, go home and fuck your mommy while your at it,
- Tell them something they don’t know about me!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Blast a couple for dough, hustle and flow, DF but Eternally puffin a blow
- I'm leaving the scene with a trail of a rifle with smoke, white as we shoveling snow
- back and I'm reigning on top of the game, ain't no explaining, just dropping the flames
- a weapon, do better than cocking to aim, unleashing the fury and poppin a crane
- and kicking it off, I'm switching my gears, 2014, we gettin in here
- so listen I spit it acidic, fuck critics, this shit really hitting, be twitchin in ears
- the sound that you hearing is straight from the tomb, making a path, creating some room
- the elephant that you are witnessing tearing shit up, you better get space for the moon
- coming through shooting you wack rappers up, I spread through the waves like a typhoon
- we running to get you at the high noon, with the venom and the rhythm, I'm a monsoon
- the flow should be illegal, they tapping wires, but fuck the Feds, I spit rapid fire
- my species mean, rap class is higher, I'mma have your whole team in black attire
- when I'm rolling down the window and I'm poppin the rip, better take a minute or second to listen
- rappers are having epiphanies when I be spittin, they know of the weapons I'm grippin
- bringing that shit back and I'm chopping it up, this for the DF rolling purple joints
- but I'm on a mix tape with the very best MC's, shoutouts to the Eternal Boyz