Battles EddyFiveSeven vs blackmanTondux
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Erase the goat call you Diego for short without the A and T
- My mind is puzzled, are you really tryna battle me?
- Does this make me worthy competition for you to neutralize
- Get this straight i don’t care what your free styling up in that mind
- just hope i mind it just hope i mind your greatest disses
- nah i must have had missed it wasn’t impressed by it
- clearing out your messes your brain spilling nonsense without any knowledge
- i know its to early to tell but merry lyricist-miss who’s a bitch
- your lyrical spiritual bars won’t get me shaken i only feel a monkey kiss
- i’ll hole punch your verses you miraculously created i can bet where the money is
- Made him lose the juice just quit like i did purchased a pen than it got pocketed
- I really hate to battle so i thought i’d never stepped in a ring again
- that was a risky move i’d make you feel stricken when i silence you with cottons
- Your Cheap blow can’t rip my cheapest flow with your intension
- i’m wondering how your gonna response to this silly battle you missioned
- forget the situation i accepted with no issues i’ve already committed
- when i already told him my bars too soft it’s elementary spitting
- quite depressing sounds like i’m forcing it
- takes me some time to get the hang of this
- didn’t turn me suicidal i think my rhymes must have taken Seuss side
- i will upset you with a weak lyrical ride lucky my words won’t bite
- So you don’t worry about choking a stuffed duck just cook your bars right
- i’m only saying that i suck i couldn’t even freestyle in a invisible mic
- i'm not trolling anyone but myself im just a bit under the whether
- length i got to measure is way up too high I guess it’s tightening the pressure this has to fly
- through the sky well I don’t see a season not to give it all i got
- here I bought you an umbrella take it cause rain will fall
- when i drop lyrical bombs on ya an yank that ego off
- I ain’t Chuck Mangione but this one won’t be another of my loss
- knocking down obstacles going off the table
- roll the dice gonna blow up my chances
- i don’t find it challenging believe me this ain’t the first i blew out a candle
- There’s a limit of how long it should stay lit up
- so there won’t be any hassle to put you out
- many times I look at myself an start to think i got some lyrical game potent
- my lyrical potency in the center mix with a bit of poetry
- like Check your front door here’s my delivery
- you probably weren’t expecting this to visit make sure to inspect it
- there’s no policy that says i shouldn’t have send it
- i planned a bomb in it but it didn’t popped
- your saying thank god so now that got ya exploring my invention
- that must have gotten your full attention your eyes wide awaken
- us both with no mic no recording just written this seems fine
- sounds naked like a beat is missing nah i’ll do alright
- Cuz listen i am not looking for some win
- Im five seven tall to put this battle ignite carrying my dagger that fires out rhymes
- You see we fighting for who’s flow is the dopest
- I guess mines a joke dude mines simply broken
- hearing this clown make a diss on it i’m not laughing
- sometimes I be spitting brainlessly everybody noticed
- Dispose every line that i wrote id start over and rephrase it
- better if i could i would take one shot to blow it up
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I aint like this beat when i first heard it
- but the verdict somehow reworded
- the fact that i alerted
- the tracks and then asserted
- the blacks
- but nevermind the tatts
- its the plaques that i converted
- into Islam
- I stand calm
- getting weeded in Sean johns
- Yves St. Laurent
- Pass the Bong
- Is this that shit that you really really wan
- I could make on milly on
- on that shit the Gilly on
- South side philly shit
- looking at Willy acting silly
- going..aint that bout a bitch
- I slap shit to put my city on.
- and when my hands touched them Rocks
- its was like using marbles to hop scotch
- unlock the locked box
- we dont haveto hide these Pop Tarts
- at night
- im rocking socks
- that glow in the dark
- I smell whats cooking
- inside the Pot
- I'm Nathen Bookman
- flow tighter
- than any shirts of Flo Ridas
- or any shirts that them kids had on in Crooklyn.
- Im allways outside
- why keep asking if i'm in the house
- like i'm from Brooklyn
- I just fuck wit my Queens and my Prodigy
- to avoid all havoc
- Shook ones get Shooken