Battles ivythegreenest vs wasp
RULES
the final round ;) good luck
Max of 64 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
wasp won this battle!
3 ROUNDS
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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