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Kittle is not rookie of the year, maybe a number 1 overall pick…Anthony Bennett type
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- This was ghost written by Capital Steez
- 47 pairs of wings guiding me constantly
- 47 pairs of Nikes that have been on my feet
- And not one of 47,000 rappers can body me
- It’s the Kalligraphy coming at you like Carter III
- Shaving the fat of these raps like some lobotomy
- When I’m off of these, I go crazy like a drama queen
- But I’m the king, paradoxes are my favorite types of things
- Whether ruling over competition or just counting
- I mix victims into hydrofluoric prisons
- I’m on point like a rectangular prism
- Never liked folks who think they can ball, Jazz Chisholm
- I murder them with systems and my spazzing wisdom
- Garbage is all of your rappers submissions
- When you ask for feedback I wanna give you 1s but I’m not givin
- I give yall 3s cuz yall soft like a Twinkie fillin
- Only a couple guys have really gotten 5s
- Either friends of folks who can actually write
- End of story, yall are basic like the colour white
- See my smite cross between your 2 eyes
- If my lines that roar heavily at you like some lions
- You think I’m lyin? Then try this tyrant
- I got a siren that’ll alert me when you tryin
- To come at scrabble all my writings and my tithings
- Young man I get it, you want the slice of life
- So you come to me and I’ll give that right
- But I’ll snatch it right away like I did wasp’s life
- I’m the rap phenomenon with a mind of Farrakhan
- Till the break of dawn I’m always mowing lawns
- Cutting heads off of pawns without a second thought
- Leave you in distraught searching for your crops
- Make your body pop, make that body drop
- That body you got is for the birds to feed off
- Those lines are words that’ll will never be on top
- I hate to eavesdrop but your bars are like wasp’s
- Tragic and no one will notice all that bullshit
- When will yall realize that i am the chosen
- Not biblically but the current life that yall stay frozen in
- I can jot a 16 but what about some mo’ shit
- Maybe 42 like I’m Jackie Robinson
- Or maybe I’m even more like I’m in really on top of this
- That 2000 Eminem type of disses
- Giving their parents their dead corpse for Christmas
- I shine like a star, always rappin hard, and this is the 47th bar
DEFENDER'S RAP
- You talk 47 this, like you Steez in disguise,
- But I see through the smoke—ain’t no truth in your lies
- You name-drop legends like they ghostwrite your bars,
- But real ones don't flex with someone else’s scars
- You “Kalligraphy”? Please, your penmanship’s a mess,
- Tryna sound complex but just addin’ to the stress
- “Rectangular prism”? That’s the shape of your box,
- Where I buried your rhymes with your TikTok locks
- You say you spazz with wisdom? Nah, just random noise,
- Like a kid with a mic and his dad’s old toys
- "System murder"? Bro, you just glitchin’ in loops,
- Tryna sound dark, but your threats all go poof
- You droppin’ 3s ‘cause you soft like a snack cake?
- I serve 10s off top, every bar makes the track quake.
- You claim to be chosen well, I’m the selector
- Crossin' out rappers like I'm workin' a red ledger.
- So take that “phenomenon,” flip it to “forgettable,”
- Your verse was long, but my impact’s more credible
- I spit one bar, and it burns through your page
- You say "garbage" is what you hear from these guys?
- Then why are you swimmin’ in trash like raccoons in disguise?
- You hand out 3s? I hand out eulogies,
- Line ‘em all up and crush egos musically
- Twinkie fillin’ soft? I’m the chef with the blade,
- Serving Michelin stars while you microwave hate
- You mention “5s”? I bring the seven deadly sins,
- Wrap ‘em in a cipher and make Heaven let me in
- Colour white? You basically like 2D sprites,
- I’m Monet in the madness, paint war with insight
- You “smite” with bars? I smite with silence,
- My pauses cause riots—whole crowds in defiance
- You said Kittle ain't ROTY? That's pure cap,
- Like sayin' Steph can't shoot or Mahomes can't snap.
- He was tearing through lines like a glitch in the code,
- Rookie of the year? Man, I redefined the role,
- Turnin' DBs to memes, got ‘em beggin' for pieces
- While y’all hatin’, he was racin’ for yards after catch
- Turnin' checkdowns to house calls like a mismatch match
- So miss me with that talk, go rewatch the tape,
- He made highlight reels while you made mistakes
- He led in more ways than your faves ever have
- So next time you speak, better lace it with facts—
- Cuz Kittle’s rookie season? Straight raps no cap
- Try your “tyrant,” I break thrones with a whisper,
- You run on sirens, I glide with the wind’s scripture
- Like Melly, this diss gonna surround your body with yellow tape
- This battle is a fucking homicide.