Battles JUNKEY vs Da_negatior
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Battle on May 23 2025 and Battle on May 27 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- What is the work for if nothing for show for
- Been driven all your life just end up twice
- In the dirt poor that ain't right struggle with
- All might till my soul sore, but people kept
- Talking stepped out and kept walking does
- It matter though dodging all the bull as the
- Matador with the red cape superhero as all
- for one's good disciple hand on bible greatest
- Enemy is you the human desire disease to
- Compete to create energy atomically picked
- Your bone clean been buried in fear and envy
- Got ego to feast in plenty you slow evidently
- Wasn't rich but wealthy is nothing you can tell
- Me viewed since baby atop sycamore trees
- No remorse lately I'm deaths melody sing you
- Ready I say are you ready rocky to eternal
- Silent night the winds are heavy grown into
- Man can't hate to see fall you've met your
- Grave fit your cradle and all
DEFENDER'S RAP
- //Verse 1
- I'm twisted, not full conflicted into hell
- But switch up and tell you how much I lifted
- In front of them to, next to you is a wicked vivid
- Videos and fixedly gifted to help you to perform a stunt,
- But the more you go blunt, the more you stun your hunt,
- Run in my uniform, it's my runnin' form, war cunt
- Is what they say huh, identified and one gun bust
- And shunned gore, glorified and lorded to the trust lord
- More floor boards bore and fuss, let's cuss toward the dust lord
- Called my four boys to the court, yesterday they walk forward to a rust sword
- Rushed with for boarders in the sort, spotted with chalk, they got chopped like lust poured,
- Chalked up a sentence, watched them get cocked by law, trust floored as they pop pills,
- Popped a present presence as heavens doors hoard, and five more got sentenced to pop pills
- Blue or red, pick the pill, Blue is heaven, red is hell, puppetry hands he controls,
- We're just hell's children in the even deep end, poetry is gods hands as he controls are pens,
- We beg and tell him and we frail and fail to let him rear end our lives to gods hands
- //CD 1:44
- Made me angry, now sweating, then I'm thirsty,
- Absorbing around like my stomach is turning,
- Even though none of your words are never hurting me,
- I think I will regret shit if everyone around deserted me;
- In the past, I was confused and I didn't know what to do,
- Talking about how I feel abandoned, lying to myself to get through,
- And it felt like I was in a virtual world going in circles,
- Watching everyone running up to me in these hurdles;
- When I wake, I'm at stake with the hate I bring today,
- Trying to take what I'll break, but I may go insane,
- On a train to a plane in the rain with my pain,
- In chains with grenades on my waist then I'll behave;
- But I wonder what it will be like if I was never here,
- Would people care? Would they cement my legacy?
- What if I came back from the grave on Halloween to give yall a scare?
- Did I just hint my next album theme? Better call the par-amedics;
- //Hook (2x) CD
- We're twisted,
- So fucking twisted,
- Most wanted listed,
- So don't start some shit with;
- With the fucking twisted,
- Hoe you ain't twisted,
- It's likely that you're
- Not gonna go on without some assistance;