Battles KRT vs BELLVADEAR
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4eal
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Battle on April 30 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- knock 'em down like dominoes, you play with fire, I give you lava cakes, no salted caramel
- I run the carousel, anybody who hears you rap deserts their seat, you got no musical chairs
- you think shit sweet, I put you six feet deep in the chocolate earth, make a rapper a chewable shell
- your last hit was five years ago, social distancing from the pen got you coughing up reused healthcare
- go ahead and take this "pure L" and rub your hands when you're finished, cuz that formula is expired
- your flow is comprised of low end igniters, strugglin' to catch fire, you duck smoke like a dope-head, just go and retire
- competition? fake news, propaganda more like it, I'ma let fate choose how this goes, but I know where I am
- he jots down his thoughts on the pad, ain't never thinkin' about nothin', might as well call every song untitled
- this joker's top tier? now that's just a fallacy, hysteria in the hospital, his birth was a tragedy
- many talk Os on Os like breakfast eats, but he's owed a beat down, watch me crush 'em with the sound, "let 'em breathe, let 'em breathe!"
- I got rows on rows, but I walk on water when we meet, tell 'em up the ante, when he's the antagonist, I can't be beat
- he can't be heat, no fever, no flames, he just imitates, just playing make believe
- this nigga think he "A natural", just "B sharp", you in trouble depending on what you base off of
- his music sheets stay crumpled up, that's why he can't read music, and his music stays jumbled up
- we never overlooked you, we just looked you over and didn't see anything tough enough
- 15 minutes of fame, no Andy Warhol, I'ma repaint your walls and turn ya home to a color rush
- what's the plan, nigga, I do what I want, you perform in pain, and try to do what you can, nigga
- see, you set for demolition in this competition, as far as deconstruction, this blueprint ends niggas
- you just a bum nigga, I put together some cow leather, if you still want beef, I can pitch in, nigga
- brain damage, brain bandage, fuckin' can it, nigga, this flow my bread and butter, no sandwich, nigga
- OG, don't play no victim, fight back, or rip those headphones out the mic jack
- on me, I got battles and I ain't trippin', I'm just comin' right back, like that
- you think shit cool, he must got the AC on, it's only a matter of time until he short-circuits
- he ain't electrical, just skeptical, like his flow don't know it's own purpose
- aaaand
- next
- lyrical exercise
- rezo
- 4eal
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Yal say it's a dead site I'm glad they cleared the bar
- It's like walking in the ole saloon Laughing, Piano, and poker cards
- Tie my horse up out front
- Take my boots off at the door
- Home sweet home
- Nostalgia as soon as I hit the porch
- Been awhile since I've seen these parts
- Time sure has it's touch
- But home is where the heart is
- So on and on and such ...
- Seems a calm from all the chaos
- A new sheriff must be in town
- Someone must of have fixed it up
- It's more crickets to the sounds
- No idiot cowboys round cussing and causing such a ruckus
- Nothing but the banjo and a small silver spit bucket
- Someone singing out of tune
- But not one body minds
- We know it's from the heart space reminiscing of some time
- Lights from the lanterns as dim witted as us fools
- All we do is smoke cigars and polish all them jewels
- Count the same silver pieces
- And spit shine whiskey glasses
- A bunch of tipped hats dancing and flirting with the lasses
- It's a simple life here where peace is on the house
- And every body is welcomed unless you acting out
- Where happiness is free of charge
- And a cowboy can always hang his hat
- we don't even have back roads
- Real ones know just where we at