Battles vs GK_TRILL
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- hah hah haah think you got skills,im the one who kills
- stand up and see how defeat feels when i steer wheels
- your way,this your last day,and not gon live long
- once you hear the mean sound of a hip hop song
- they ask me bout the groove and how i rock the speaker
- punks die on they first move cuz im the order keeper
- street sweepers be mad when i play the grim reaper
- that was a funky introduction i can go much deeper
- so the waiver ya signed?,ill tell you you're completely out of your mind
- in the ground unda ya wanted some noise?
- be ready to face me and me, my posse my boys
- do you really dig what i said,we'll have a buckshot to your head
- by the next warning your dead,ain't you had enough from what you read
- by now you're chaotically travelling time
- tryna figure out a verse of my rhyme
- as silent as a mime writing bullshit not expecting a dime
- this not your average joe with the average flow
- but rhythm is the game king i did the same thing
- to countless emcees who fronted and got countered with ease
- now fire i'll cease and see how much bullets you'll squeeze
- desperate and damageless as an animal sneeze
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I walk in your school with the metal, bitch, I ain’t here to learn,
- Lesson of the day — cross me, it’s your body that’ll burn.
- I line ‘em by the tracks, stack corpses like it’s cargo,
- Rot smell heavy — neighbors lookin’ like they charcoal.
- Rigor mortis set, I got horses draggin’ limbs,
- Cross dimensions just to kill you, bitch, I never miss.
- .40 in my palm, let it sing, that’s a lullaby,
- Bullets hit your face — closed casket, mama wonder why.
- I got a thousand tracks sittin’, all of ‘em explosive,
- Fuck your boom-bap flows, that weak shit corroded.
- My style too crooked, my blade too vicious,
- I slash motherfuckers — no slack, no stitches.
- Throw you over ropes, death match, you get folded,
- Circle made of fire, gasoline where I’m posted.
- Bodies tumble quick like a dryer on spin,
- Trumpets play low while I’m baptized in sin.
- You beg for the ambulance, I laugh when it’s comin’,
- Randoms gettin’ dropped like the market crash sudden.
- Red stains on your shirt — now you part of the logo,
- Pen sharp, heart froze, flow colder than the snow globe.
- Hungry like a wolf, I’m starvin’ when I’m eatin’,
- Crown heavy on my head, still a god, still undefeated.
- Unguardable moves, soul never for sale,
- Ink flood the margin like white lines on the scale.
- Liquor bottles empty, tomorrow never promised,
- Tonight I’m on a rampage, every word is honest.
- Morgue stay packed, doors slam like a gavel,
- GK Trill the savage, welcome to the battle.