Battles DenniC vs commelafin
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Who thought this shit I submit would be sweet like licorice,
- your spitting into an abyss, best hope others spit quicker shit,
- cuz the weaker shit will sink quicker than Norbit when he sits,
- I spit some Tweety Bird shit, so when I end you done filled the abyss.
- So that way yal won't reach this, while those left on top fill the concrete,
- like icing on a cake, guess who blows out the candle, yal make a wish.
- Those who put out the fire got the rhymes other lines can't describe,
- like the feeling that ignites that pain you hide deep inside,
- like when you know that tonight is gonna be more than a goodbye,
- and not just a loss, and not just some... digit on the side.
- Forget about you, I got enough on mind dude, back to the first line,
- that very first rhyme you heard then you saw the finish line
- in front my behind, then you wanted to cry like a bitch
- jealous of some dime, bitches bitch that us men ain't licorice,
- then bitches wanna bitch and switch dicks, cuz the man that they with,
- they wanna keep it zipped, and keep a real relationship.
- You the spouse, and this battle's the groom, now looka who,
- decided to show up and spit his shit at you, so best you make room,
- cuz your profanity used looks filtered like unsanitary H2-
- O when it comes through, this ain't G, your a lil' under aged kid ain't you?
- Thinking fornication cuz you don't got social skills to articulate
- skipping conversations cuz ya spit it how ya live it so you penetrate!
- Well if you tryna fuck expect to be fucked, what goes around comes around
- but don't forget try and duck infected sluts like this one round I won now!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Increasing my speed on the freeway
- I'm not with you right now, but I don't feel free, I've got no leeway
- My life feels like I'm reading the words off of a screenplay
- Hard to sustain and differentiate the difference between a ghetto and my domain
- Took a couple pain killers and it's only a week day
- A sea of anti depressants won't be able to cease my pain
- I've been in many cliques but I left 'cause they all started to cliche
- Trying to be original, but these gangsters just a halfway mix between esse's
- politics and lunatics, and it's overseen, anyway
- I was only fourteen when it began, a season of rape,
- abuse and drugs crushed in the hand of another man
- That was forced onto me, loss of my autonomy, I was controlled subconsciouly
- Until ferocity stroke in the heart of my brother, fought and killed the guy
- But still went to court and now he lives in prison, where he will die
- And I know it's my fault for being caught in the first place, why, it wasn't deliberate
- But it sure feels that way, and I'm treated by the majority undifferent
- Visuals can't see through to the soul, but maybe if your feet fit my sole's
- You'd see the spirit in my pigment
- So now I act malignant, truly deficient in my efficiencies
- Not consistent with texts and activities, there's endless possibilites of things I could do
- Infinities of things to do, and not one thing that I can think of to make me happy anytime soon
- And it feels like smiling's an impossibility, it really seems silly to me
- Zoning out on my birthday's and public festivities
- I turned a cynic and trust me I've seen it all but you wouldn't believe