Battles GK_TRILL vs Corrupt
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I’ll put a hole in your dome, start a thunderstorm,
- Or wait till your seed is born, then snatch your firstborn.
- Posted like COD, with the duffels of meth,
- Lil Uzi on auto, sprayin’ randoms to death.
- You an extra on set, just a stand-in actor,
- Underground rapper when you buried by the pastor.
- Concrete crack when my footsteps land,
- Every head bow down when the Don take a stand.
- Velociraptor hunger, flame-thrower sprayin’,
- Even caged birds sing, still shells stay playin’.
- Artificial clones, no lessons to learn,
- My lines hot as the equator, watch the paper I burn.
- Drama every season, no warnings at all,
- Bad mornings in the hood, see the writing on walls.
- Flesh hangin’ like ornaments, pain permanent,
- Reppin’ for the less fortunate — the world is burning
- My gun so heavy it’ll open a portal,
- Send you to a pocket world tortured by immortals.
- Bands playin’ war drums, salute when you fall,
- Courtroom or battlefield — I’m respected in all.
- General with orders, twenty lawyers behind me,
- Charcoal in the flow, flame the grill if you try me.
- Bully raps — take your plate, eat your meal,
- Filter you through gills, let you know fish-krill real.
- Imposters in the water, I spot ‘em like lobsters,
- Bottom feeders fake, can’t measure with mobsters.
- G.K. Trill, every word cut throats,
- Bars razor sharp like I sharpened the quotes.
- March with precision, salute to the mission,
- Heat wave in the booth, whole block in submission.
- Omnipresent with weapons, no vest when I’m squeezin’,
- Clips push ya hairline back, scalp start recedin’.
- Too close to the ledge, I’m balanced on the brink,
- Hammerhead vision, split ya optics in a blink.
- Every war turn tragic, bodies laid in the street,
- Every line cinematic, every bar is elite.
- Wolf hunger in my tone, you can hear when I growl,
- Dark hoodie low, smoke thick, movin’ foul.
- Precision with the pen, I’m handin’ out life bids,
- Each sentence like a shank, carvin’ holes in ya ribs.
- Ain’t no peace in the verse, genocide when I write,
- Ghost in the war zone — you won’t last through the night.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- 0:22
- Mama loves her drugs, alcohol and percocets,
- I wanna run the game, but is it really worth the steps?
- Is it worth the death, of relations in my family,
- Cold blood in my eyes, fucked up anatomy,
- Dangerous like a winter drive, I be drivin' to my enterprise,
- I'm an author who pencil dives, 6 feet deep and still survives,
- I've never been the one to talk of death, like a casket drops in depth,
- Lines are like caskets, watch them suppress, My bars, I’ll trash them, fuck all success,
- Come and walk a step, the first I'll probably see you fall,
- Overshadow you, the advantages of being tall,
- Disadvantages of being hated, Mistreated and mistaken,
- Fatigued and forsaken, foreseeing the poor sacreds,
- I'm not the type to live in radio's, no stereo type,
- I'm the type to give you advice, prepare your life,
- Through my trials and tribulations, the scarier side,
- Miscalculated, never carried the strife,
- Angel to the hardcore, halo, in a false form,
- Still I fall for em, life's interpolating parkour,
- Impartial to your art if you expect a call for encore,
- Before the show starts, Spot me leaving out the false floor,
- Celebrating Wolfgang, recreating Mozart,
- Mo' money, mo' problem children with a gold start,
- Souls spark, in a passion, recreated the whole heart,
- The kind of life I'll give you when I'm into the industry,
- Ever since my infancy I've been thinking wishfully,
- Picture you sinkin’, You're drinkin' what's drowning your essence,
- I can't help you, but I jotted it down in a sentence,
- Seems to alleviate enough hate to appreciate the slate that you was givin',
- You passed it to your children, and have the urge to say it’s good livin’?
- Could pitch a tent in it, and never leave,
- But what's content, if not the melodies?
- I hum within my head before I pen to beats,
- Oops, I fed the Beast, energy, breakfast tea, ecstasy,
- Existential dread, indeed! Like, who forgot the recipe,
- Cookin' up success, and nothing less, if not it's dead to me,
- Livin' in a world of Walking Dead, kill or be,
- Tequila, pill to off the edge, a decent thrill to stop this spree,
- from being filled with thoughts of being lost in it, for eternity,
- And all these people hating on the music I don't blame ya,
- We hate to make a change and this the type of shit that change ya.