Battles Wulfgrammz vs ChosisDaKid
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Verse 1
- Standin’ in the first line of resistance
- I’m ready to fight for my lyrics all of my existence
- This is the supreme test of dominance,
- Law of the jungle, the strong always survive
- Killers party, insignifiant life forms must strive
- Some of ‘em has the mic in their hands
- They started from scratch without plans
- This motherfuckers throw rhymes from masterminds
- Before sellin’ to the addicts grams.
- The message from this song, take it as a lesson,
- There is no happiness in damnation.
- Verse 2
- With the black mic in the palm
- I scream my verses and I try to be calm
- Starrin’ at an empty wall, I consider that my home
- Motherfuckers can’t control as hard to conquer as ancient Rome
- Mind is the lacuna between you and I,
- I'm so fresh, you dehumidify,
- My raps are esoteric, to you guys
- It's do or die, and all you can do is try,
- To match my art, my beautiful lies
- You want to recreate what I’ll say, this is why you have spies
- Hip hop music is a contest about compositions
- Is the hardest deal I’ve ever seen with so much competitors
- Is about sayin’ the truth
- And hittin’ haters so bad like a home run from Babe Ruth.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- this is the epilouge i'm trecking off back to the top
- mac and a gloc stashed in my drawls, blasting the art
- snatching your heart like Dracula, I can handle ya down
- patting him down like airport sucuity, this faggot profound
- It's been over 3 months since I've battled these clowns
- but I'm the savage back with the animal growl, faggots panick and frown
- when I bring that magical sound unravelling how atlantis was actually found
- snatching the ground so fast before you can react and and then fall
- 3rd enhaned by all the knowledged stashed in the vatican walls
- I got that electric buzz like Nikola Tesla
- embedded ya with several cuts of a blade touched in vemon and blood
- my engine go skkrrr, whipping the truck
- rapper get ate up like dinner and lunch
- but I'm still thankful like novembers the month
- gangsters with painful blisters from twisting up blunts
- you'd swear I chopped my dick cause I'm not giving a fucking