Battles Frank vs Da_negatior
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Battle on August 16 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- All an illusion — fleeting solutions.
- Mental pollution — tangled confusion.
- Bullshit as usual — Use it as fuel.
- Do what I do well — Don't need approval.
- Refusin’ to fail — Lyrically cruel.
- Verses I craft — valuable like a jewel.
- Chasin’ heaven, so I’m givin’ you hell.
- Raising the standards — Increasing the thrill.
- What I reveal — raw, rugged appeal.
- Every rhyme hit — somethin’ you can feel.
- I want traction — time for some action.
- No distractions — til I reach satisfaction.
- Mind stay grindin’ — never reclining.
- Bars so sharp — leave careers declining.
- Lines intertwining — flawless timing.
- Climbin’ the ladder — keep on risin’.
- Storm through the static — breakin’ the habit.
- Flow automatic — heavy, emphatic.
- Savage with tactics — flip it, attack it.
- Stackin’ these classics — I gotta go grab it.
- See how I move — smooth, no illusion.
- Every conclusion — I spark revolution.
- Truth in the booth — pure execution.
- No substitution — lyrical fusion.
- Questions remain — but I carry the flame.
- Turnin’ the pain — into power and gain.
- Locked in my lane — no need to explain.
- Hypnotic the flow — it infects your brain.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Try to save me, but you berate me,
- Under your breath you cave me, under his skin
- He's a sucker, breathe man I gave up paths for the pen
- Pen is my only friend, only one who understands
- Under my stand the pen is gettin' treated like a stan
- No wonder, lyrics hit cause I ain't in one hit wonder land,
- Stevie Wonder on the beat, it's generational, damn
- Why did I start hollerin' at y'all if you didn't give a damn
- I got stacks on stacks, holla cause this shit is a K.O fam,
- I stand only on my racks, catch you lackin' cause black art
- Gettin' knocked loose, so these booths flamed up, Scru
- Dropped document 79, now this document 97,
- When he hit the hot booth he lost his career,
- These barriers split open so now he wanna get both, he gets hit like a car rear
- You'll thank me later, Black leaders don't wear kilts n' heels officer,
- Stop bein' a fanboy, punctuation puncture punks, please pop pills
- Bum, Paparazzi poppin' pistols, pack him up, pucker up fake papa
- Cake shakes n' bills knock up, knock knock bot, sucker bakes fake takes
- Clout chasin' propaganda, prop a gamma, clock a top boy, make a nigga chalk
- Up loud pops, pac rock gettin' unproportional stop messin' up pacs grave,
- Pack a man like pack man, his stan group gettin' weird,
- Is there a baby girl in your Headlines?