Battles  ivythegreenest vs wasp

RULES

the final round ;) good luck

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THIS BATTLE IS OVER

wasp won this battle!

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Battle on June 21 2025 and Battle on June 24 2025

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Falling in zero-G, on top of clouds I sleep
  • While y'all on SoundCloud proving y'all can beef
  • You call it "smoking me", I call it "smoking weed"
  • You aim a gun at me? Inhibit you 'fore I bleed
  • The bullets phase through me, hit mirrors, and make you bleed
  • A warning shot only kills you when you take it up with me
  • Made you start trauma dumping to prove you love authenticity
  • I'm no therapist, I'm your poltergeist enemy
  • I be taking over bodies from the corpses in your street
  • Turn them into zombies that never let you sleep
  • College teacher to a fragile gang-banger, honestly?
  • You took up rapping so you could feel you belonged in streets
  • Abandoned yourself and still yell "I'm the real me"
  • I might drop four classics, you might drop 48 EPs
  • At the peak, I'll shove you off your track, you feel me?
  • Took up that click-clack-moo energy
  • Turn into a dictator and rap, still make y'all plead
  • Defectors might survive if they admit defeat
  • Better cosplay as my peasant, because you know me:
  • I don't need a gun to make no rapper bleed
  • (part 2)
  • Kid me not, you stay off fields and claim yourself veteran?
  • You flipped sides 'cause you didn't know which turned bad again
  • Giving out warnings? You can barely walk out Vatican
  • Turn a rapper to a limping nun, can you hold a gun now?
  • Are you "real" by wheeling yourself over to gun down?
  • Or will I trigger you before you pull the trigger, make you break down?
  • Tripping over my obvious traps, you fall down
  • Bottomless fiery pit, sick of liars now
  • Are you cooling out, or is your body cooling down?
  • I stay hot so I can keep y'all Virgin Mary's burning in Hell

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • I prune your laurels, poison spritzing on your victory parade
  • your throne mass produced and fragile, like consoles in an arcade
  • im apex of style, your basic in design and charade
  • you stumble at checkmate, my queen rewriting your crusade
  • midas pen in my hand, each verse a glint of gold in a phrase
  • you write with ash on pages, words suffocate in dull blaze
  • no roster can bind me im champion, your a ghost in this league
  • you shadowbox with giants, one punch and legends stagger and fade
  • I rise in silence, I spot the pattern, expose every mistake
  • im tectonic in action your tremors all fade in my wake
  • spare change is your output im prime minted currency
  • my verses haunt halls your echoes fade into history
  • at the table of kings, machiavellian with hidden claws
  • you pawn every dream watch them collapse without pause
  • ivy vine, your roots wrap I ascend beyond your heights
  • interchangeable characters, im scripting eternal nights
  • I pen sonnets with venom your storys left undefined
  • you recycle failed verses, my narrative refined
  • on courts im undefeated your play has expired
  • my strategys lethal your moves leave me uninspired
  • hiants bow at my podium your thunders hollow white
  • you mimic a fighter im predator hidden from sight
  • im midday sun you wilt in the grime
  • for your empire of dust, I stand tall in my prime
  • I calculate strikes your scatters just a guess
  • im titan in battle your clueless at best
  • in chess im the rook your king succumbs to checkmate
  • all your chapters are written im the author of fate

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