Battles notrichnotbroke vs Revan
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Ain't shit to win dis battle check da chapter u aint in dis book
- my crew dont fight they smackers u got shi backwards das how ya stick
- get took, aint fighting or boxing nun, pullout a glock dat bitch throw kicks &
- hooks, im wit da crooks they'll leave ya shook bout hayden we can get into it,
- im so slime gotta wipe my nose, opps outside tell em drop dey lo, pop
- outside, designer young rich nigga balenci head to toe. (watch dis)
- ian een trying u diss den u dying my niggas be sliding yo niggas be hiding
- im winning dis battle no need fuh u trying got hit 5 times how tf he aint die
- omm im stepping on shit get sum help fuh da bitch fuh we stand ova him
- (ONGOD) if he wit em we step on his friend ion follow no trend im 100
- percent no lie when he die ima spit onna bitch get a ditch fuh ya kid ain no
- passes we killing ya kid iran tryna come go to war frontline wit dat switch
- ong im splitting wigs ian wit da games or da tricks ian taking no tips so keep
- me out da mix ya hear me bet u dat nigga a bitch if he slide ova hea den dat
- fye turn his right to deer meat im spittin but they neva hear me dont need u
- to fear me jus need u to feel dis shit ion want no beat dont got no beat if i
- had one though i'll kill dat bitch
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I came from the mud where the sun don’t shine,
- Where hope gets choked and the clocks don't chime.
- Mama had pain, not time for a prayer,
- So I learned how to fight with a blank, dead stare.
- No father figure — just shadows and theft,
- Raised by the rage in the room to my left.
- You brag ‘bout scars? I was born with the bruise,
- While you found your style, I was learning to lose.
- I don't spit bars — I throw bricks through scripts,
- If you ain't from the warzone, you don’t talk grit.
- Your pen writes rhymes — mine draws blood,
- My flow floods lungs while you drown in the mud.
- I’ve seen homies snap for a bill and a bite,
- So I eat with my fists and I sleep with a knife.
- Every friend turned ghost, every street kept score,
- I don’t run from beef — I break through the door.
- You talk pain? I embody the wound,
- I ain't chasing a throne — I walk in the room.
- I spit like a pit with a chain gone loose,
- Every line’s a noose, every breath’s abuse.
- So test me, clown — I don’t flinch at threats,
- I bury whole voices with a single verse.