Battles Adaris vs Neo-Arno
RULES
Must be old school Eminem instrumentals
Max of 40 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I step in the room to raise up the bar
- It’s anarchy now, and Im making my point
- That I’ll ruin you, even when smoking a joint
- and I don’t fuck with your crew
- So they don’t fuck with me too
- So ima shoot at them and they just shoot back at me too
- Bullet holes in walls making them see-through
- See when we battle, it’s not them it’s gonna be me and you
- And I just speak the truth, I ride the beat, you just beat the tune
- Jumpy motherfucker like peek-a-boo
- You don’t wanna step without all of the tools
- That I know you’re gon’ use, you’re useless without ‘em
- I’m counting on you, to fuck yourself over
- And be losing control to your senses, no mention of anything else
- But the bestest I’m reckless and rested and ready for domestics
- You best get prepped for the test, yeah I’m bout to confess
- Cos really it’s no matter whether you’re spittin harder
- Or faster, or writing shit harder and badder, I’m father
- You’re bladder, i piss on you senseless
- No need for forgiveness, I mean the disrespect bitch
- You’re worthless, I can see your mood’s getting bent
- Cos there’s no food to be fed, on the table
- Cos you’re broke and you’re fat, in a year you’ll be dead!
- And I’ll just laugh in your face and I’ll comment “no trace”
- And I’ll take out the page of history
- the year of your mommas mistake
- The day that your dad made that face, and your momma did too
- That’s the day that’s led to me and you.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- This beat was made by Em, so check hip-hop's history
- I reject your street cred like payment card industry
- Not ready for the infantry boy is still in infancy
- My 16's over his head colder than B-17
- You dont belong in the Pack, I'm Eastern, the real Stan on the map
- You'll go from the cul-de-sac to being COLD in a sack
- I dont do triplets or "drip it" to fill in my wristlets
- My sweat be driblet, this shit easy and Greasy so I just skill it/skillet
- He been Weak from the start I tossed Buttercups on his grave
- I've practiced my uppercut slapping ya hoe's bubble butt every day
- Let's finish up that file, random lyrics I sand piled
- You aint big enough, manchild, I hit her up Pac style
- He acts as a rebel, but I'm governmental so get smashed into pebbles
- You aint close to the top so coming up hot you'll be back in the kettle
- And I'm strapped with the metal, he's shackled and trembles
- Got him dragged in a ghetto, there's gasping and echoes
- From his sack to his rectal, clearing path to his temple
- In a knot like a pretzel, there's wrath on the menu
- I'll be right at the venue where I blast at your nephew
- And then snap y'all in half till you're only a vessels