Battles  luketheundead vs xoxo_tarjani

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

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DEFENDER'S RAP

  • 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.

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