Battles  GK_TRILL vs Acognito

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  • I walk in your school with the metal, bitch, I ain’t here to learn,
  • Lesson of the day — cross me, it’s your body that’ll burn.
  • I line ‘em by the tracks, stack corpses like it’s cargo,
  • Rot smell heavy — neighbors lookin’ like they charcoal.
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  • Rigor mortis set, I got horses draggin’ limbs,
  • Cross dimensions just to kill you, bitch, I never miss.
  • .40 in my palm, let it sing, that’s a lullaby,
  • Bullets hit your face — closed casket, mama wonder why.
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  • I got a thousand tracks sittin’, all of ‘em explosive,
  • Fuck your boom-bap flows, that weak shit corroded.
  • My style too crooked, my blade too vicious,
  • I slash motherfuckers — no slack, no stitches.
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  • Throw you over ropes, death match, you get folded,
  • Circle made of fire, gasoline where I’m posted.
  • Bodies tumble quick like a dryer on spin,
  • Trumpets play low while I’m baptized in sin.
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  • You beg for the ambulance, I laugh when it’s comin’,
  • Randoms gettin’ dropped like the market crash sudden.
  • Red stains on your shirt — now you part of the logo,
  • Pen sharp, heart froze, flow colder than the snow globe.
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  • Hungry like a wolf, I’m starvin’ when I’m eatin’,
  • Crown heavy on my head, still a god, still undefeated.
  • Unguardable moves, soul never for sale,
  • Ink flood the margin like white lines on the scale.
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  • Liquor bottles empty, tomorrow never promised,
  • Tonight I’m on a rampage, every word is honest.
  • Morgue stay packed, doors slam like a gavel,
  • GK Trill the savage, welcome to the battle.

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Pain leaves GK weak so Imma sneak in an linger like a splinter in his finger, Acognito bouta take a brain leak on his sneakers they'll stink cuz I'm a stinker/
  • Saint Jude won't help his girl as I squeak by an wreak havoc and Gk's too shy to come n see her, Alright he'll see her but can't keep her cuz she's a bleeder an caught a cap from my 9 millimeter/
  • Eager to make ya disappear I'll be free n clear slit ya ear-to-ear n hide the body underneath a pier, Appear an catch ya lackin we all know where I'm going here just bein clear/
  • Pop a cap off a beer stick it up your rear or maybe pop a cap directly in it like he feared, Hop in the whip pop it in gear an check my mirror coast is clear no one's near/
  • Now ya bitch is livin on a prayer that's right it's a sad affair she calls me daddy when I grab her hair, Drag her to my lair what a fright Icut off all her hair while she fights an I scream an swear/
  • Out like a light she musta passed out at the sight of the bright white surgical luminaire, Despite a little fight she got her hands bound tight an on the floor's the pile of human hair/
  • She can't believe her eyes LSD-25's the prize the LIA can't fix this guise, Sees me floatin through the sky time movin counter clockwise unlikely as pie in the skies/
  • Now hymens in my mind he sees through my disguise I feel like I'm bein analyzed, That's ill advised cuz I'm the predator and your my prey might have to leave ya paralyzed/
  • Oh my the others have arrived they take us up and away you're terrified, Hands me a mic they can tell I got some spite so here we go I'm about to clarify/
  • If the world is blind then I'll be their fuckin guide, I'll reapply the fuckin spice in life an you can't deny that I preside and take you for a ride out past the lines of what's predefined/
  • I own the world even if you subdivide, I've still got more than your mamma could ever provide you're like a child in my eyes frankly less than required an not the kind that I'd abide/
  • If we were to collide it'd be bedtime for ya an I don't think that's just my pride, Catch me inna stride and you'll end up on your side with a certificate stating Gk died and never tried/
  • I'll take your sight like they do in Mozambique unless you got coin you're unemployed so I'll exploit, I rhyme like a schizoid or an asteroid the size of Illinois's about to hit your groin/

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