Battles luketheundead vs xoxo_tarjani
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
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- Steel roses bloom in shadow's keep,
- Goddess walk where angels weep.
- Flesh and fire, I sip the flame,
- Soul stitched tight in the lawless game.
- When silence speak, I hear the beat,
- Of prophecy echoin' through my feet.
- Nightshade kiss on my wrist like fate,
- I bend time, walk through Heaven’s gate.
- Stack my truth like prayer in stacks,
- Gold run deep through the zodiac.
- Armored heart, ain't no betrayin’ me,
- My love cut clean like surgery.
- My queen ride strapped, double-edge divine,
- Got thunder tucked in her Calvin Klein.
- We don’t beg, we don’t borrow,
- We let tomorrow drink our sorrow.
- Rain fall down like scripture bled,
- Feed the roots and raise the dead.
- Bless the sinners, bless the brave,
- All’s fair when you misbehave.
- War and love got twin demands,
- One take hearts, the other hands.
- I pinch dimes, still buy dreams,
- Schemes sharp like guillotine beams.
- Talk cheap, truth rich,
- Watch the serpents try to switch.
- Snakes hiss lies, still I glide,
- Eyes on the throne and the flip side.
- I don’t chase, I conjure wealth,
- Move in stealth, protect my health.
- They stutter stories for a click,
- While I write gospel with a flick.
- Tales of blood on ancient stone,
- I carve my name in danger's tone.
- This ain’t fashion, it’s devotion,
- Each verse cause divine commotion.
- So when I spit, it’s funeral rites,
- In moonlight clubs or sacred fights.
- No excuses, no disguise,
- Truth stay ruthless when it rise.
- And yes the flesh divine,
- Each curve a weapon by design.
- Bassline split the tectonics in two,
- I summon stars just passing through.
- This world, this dirt, this myth I ride,
- Atlas weepin’ from the pride.
- Let the fires spin again,
- Watch the sun bleed from my pen.
- So back to lessons, back to grind,
- Raise your voice, refine your mind.
- I never needed your permission —
- Just a beat, a mic, and tunnel vision.
- From squad cars to cosmic scars,
- I black out bars and shatter Mars.
- Bad bitches ain’t just riches or stitches
- They the gods of the underground scriptures.