Battles  NJKG vs Coh

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45 lines max No recording Battle rap

Max of 54 lines

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • that version or this - We cockin' the Glock, and we rockin' the sound,
  • Ain't no stoppin' the shot, we got them locked down.
  • Pop in the rounds, it’s a thunderous sound,
  • When the clock hits the top, we ain’t messin' around.
  • Enemies drown when we drop in the town,
  • We the kings of this, all the crown wearers frown.
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  • No cap, every track we spit’s a gem,
  • We blendin’ the venom and the rhythm, not a friend,
  • Every line's like a time bomb ready to detonate,
  • We elevate, get 'em levitated while we devastate.
  • You fake, hesitate, we decimate the base,
  • Straight through your plate, now you’re just a disgrace.
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  • Lyrical quicksand, man, you’re sinkin’ so deep,
  • Your rhymes weak, they just leak while I’m spinnin' a sweep.
  • We roll like an ocean, tides gettin' high,
  • You can try but you die, no lie, no reply.
  • You’re timid and quiet, too scared to speak,
  • But we storm through the doors, we rise from the deep.
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  • We savage the mics with the might of a beast,
  • Got 'em bowin' down, beggin’ for peace,
  • But they feast on deceit, it’s a feast on the weak.
  • We the streets’ new elites, destined for feats,
  • Spinnin' truths that’ll reach through your mind with precision,
  • Deep as a prism, I’m flippin’ the vision—
  • No gimmick, just realness with a mission,
  • To shift the system and rip through the limits,
  • I’m hittin’ with lyrics that split ‘em in minutes.
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  • You’ll end up boxed in like a deck of cards,
  • We’re the kings in this game, you’re dealt all the odds.
  • We’re relentless, no rest till the checks are immense,
  • Then we cash in our threats and we flex on the fence.
  • I’m spittin’ rapid ascension, I’m hackin’ dimensions,
  • Watch as I bend ‘em, transcending the tension.
  • These men are just pretendin’, I’m trendin’, they stressin’,
  • I’m flexin’ my essence, they guessin’, I’m destined.
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  • The Great Nate doper than some hard white, the Dark Knight,
  • His punches leave ‘em slumpin’, knockin’ out the spotlight.
  • Throwin’ shots like we’re robbin' Gotham, it’s all might,
  • He’s the Batman, I’m the villain, no wrong in sight.
  • You claimin’ you hard, but you soft like fleece,
  • I feast on defeat, I devour the weak.
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  • I got a blueprint so deep, it’s a world to explore,
  • I’m baggin’ ‘em up like I’m packin’ ‘em more—
  • Want to yap your mouth? Get bagged like a gram of loud,
  • We clap like a laugh in the crowd, stand proud.
  • Put your words to the test, they’ll rest in a pound,
  • While I build an empire, you just lost and now found.

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Fuck it I’m digging down saw your pfp and face shriveled in disgust
  • Some grown man flexing silver rings and gold necklaces but the left under-half of his beard had been blotched
  • And by the looks of it hairline goes way back too not like wind it blew it back either barber used the lawnmower to shorten it too much
  • Took a 7 break without any attraction then came back 7 years later with still no good traction
  • “Lyricist composer” but ya harvest dead weeds like you hold no good roots just drop the composter
  • And ya seedlings later in life are gonna be bullied in school cause of their shitty offspring
  • Best rap peaked 5 props when your acc was dead so what do you think your current numbers since you’ve come back says about your career?
  • In the rules it says 45 lines max but the battle max is 54 didn’t think we were keeping score of how many heart beats you have before yours flat lines
  • Speaking of your flatline let’s talk about your flat-lines
  • Drag the empty lines out and use emojis to leave the meanings like it’s clever
  • Your dome must be split the way you confuse L.S.D to split domes
  • But don’t your used to 3 letter words I’m sure of it went from getting beat by C.O.H to taking L.S.D to fucking guys and getting H.I.V a 8 STD’s
  • But keep on throwing crumpled paper balls in the trash till you come up with something
  • You talk about poets I write disses you in the battle section we ain’t talking abt genies and wishes
  • Best way I can describe how you spit on a track is like this
  • Avoided paintings paint voiding pictures of empty meaning
  • Exploited gratings faint joining strictures of kempty keening
  • Only screens you reflect in are ones installed in windows and I ain’t talking Microsoft
  • Your a sidekick that don’t even got punch-lines
  • I’m able to pay fees and fines your in debt to fleas and lice
  • Fuck it I’m finished.

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