Battles Solarynth vs Tew-SLy
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Write about being "trapped" in love.
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Feelin' trapped, can’t escape this vibe,
- Heart’s heavy, but I still gotta ride,
- Whispers in my ear, tellin' me to slide,
- But I'm stuck in this loop, can’t shake the pride.
- Late nights, arguments, we just throwin’ shade,
- Used to be love, now it's a masquerade,
- Thought we was golden, but I'm feelin' played,
- Caught in your web, like a moth to the blade.
- Heart's beatin' fast, but you're movin' slow,
- Used to be a spark, now it's just a show,
- Told you my dreams, but you don’t wanna know,
- Locked in this cage, can’t catch the flow.
- Feelin' trapped, can’t escape this vibe,
- Heart’s heavy, but I still gotta ride,
- Whispers in my ear, tellin' me to slide,
- But I'm stuck in this loop, can’t shake the pride.
- Late texts, fake smiles, what’s the deal?
- Used to be real, now it’s hard to feel,
- Chasin' the high, but we can’t conceal,
- These chains that bind, got me spinnin' like a wheel.
- Thought we was forever, but forever's a lie,
- Used to touch the sky, now we barely fly,
- You got your reasons, I got my why,
- But these walls closing in, and I’m just tryna get by.
- Feelin' trapped, can’t escape this vibe,
- Heart’s heavy, but I still gotta ride,
- Whispers in my ear, tellin' me to slide,
- But I'm stuck in this loop, can’t shake the pride.
- So I’m rollin’ with the punches, yeah, I’m takin’ my time,
- Tryna break free, but the clock's on a climb,
- In this tangled mess, can’t find the rhyme,
- But I’m still here spittin’, just stayin’ in my prime.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- //Verse 1
- Everyday we wake up pourin' a poem,
- let me say he made a potion to open
- Some frozen, she made an ocean frozen
- Stolen the golden flows, mother calls us chosen
- But we wroten tons of covers, spoken n' woven
- Tokens, but just like Roman said I'm not worthy
- Ocean funds show up n' my journey ends broken,
- Ocean waves shogun n' I show none of my thirsty molten
- My motion plays slow guns n' my owin' grows dirty,
- Growin' pains is in these details, those early poems
- Grow slaves, names breaks nicknames, grownups swing for homers
- But they frame homeruns, every day the drum slumps owners
- N' these nameless soldiers, showed up to shoulder looners
- All these French soldiers show their shoulders as posters
- We control our pens, shall we lower our own owners to float her?
- //Verse 2
- The council controls souls like were consoles, both were
- Houseful of old folks, folders stay in the X- box, was I?
- Doubtful of the photos probably for the posters we play on stations,
- I was hostile, so close to those who holster which make things
- Awful, everyday was a sleep token, over my shoulder was strange,
- Novel, we spread gospel, but walking in side my arsenal was raged
- Caged in bottles, we cap the bottles talking, listen as heart muscles age
- In modules, models tap tap tap cause I was knocking (knock knock knock)
- On volumes, do modules tape us? I was clocking and throwing rocks
- Around the block, some followed, tape us throwing a couple rocks
- So now me and the boys in trouble, doubles are sentence by blocking
- The cops, now the cops are on are socks, FYI your wanted by the FBI
- Copyin’ a empty pistolero, sayin’ this 4 is a 40 to buy you out,
- Pistol I get charged cause I carried a grip, sold but was it loaded?
- No so please pick your pedestal carefully, one day they’ll fold and turn on you