Battles LNS vs TRIPLECEE
RULES
Go on, do it, Go ahead diss me, we all know that, I just don't give a fuck
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I drop like judgment, smoke in the atmosphere,
- Bomb Shell say the name and the crowds disappear.
- Fire in my lungs, I spit napalm truth,
- Every word a blade slicing straight through the booth.
- Who wanna test this? I bury the brave,
- Turn confidence to ash, then dance on the grave.
- You talk about heat, I'm the inferno that melts it,
- A queen built of chaos, too raw to be dealt with.
- My verses bleed thunder, each line divine,
- Got warriors trembling at a single design.
- You rap for approval I rap as a threat,
- You brag on a crown I already collect.
- Every flow a crater, I reshape the land,
- You crumble under pressure, I reign by hand.
- I don’t battle for glory I battle to end,
- When I strike, it’s final, no need to pretend.
- Steel in my veins, smoke in my soul,
- Cross me once, and I’ll swallow you whole.
- I thrive on destruction, my calm is a storm,
- Every rhyme a weapon, every beat reformed.
- You spit imitation I spit intimidation,
- Domination’s my language, annihilation my vocation.
- I’m the silence after chaos, the echo of fear,
- The legend they whisper when danger is near.
- So kneel if you dare, or stand and fall faster,
- Bomb Shell every syllable a master blaster.
- Impossible to beat, unbreakable code,
- I don’t drop bars I detonate odes.
- Your empire’s trembling, your idols dissolve,
- I’m the problem created that none can solve.
- My pen drips power, my mic breathes fire,
- When Bomb Shell arrives, the world retires.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Homicidal,Homocidal too me you seem more suicidal
- "im the homicidal king" tell him to put in on the bible
- daddy aint show you no love so in return you feel entitled to give yourself false titles
- your whole career on aisle, but to me this is just another Rappad recital
- word to Nigel I gotta this illegal gone
- fuck around and catch a burner to the side of ya dome#
- till it's shown that you fold like foam crown of bones, but ain't Jon Jones
- and nevertheless you ain't made for this rap shit
- this spinning backfist will have the bastard slumped and make him backflip
- and if i backtrack this you said you have a tone of a killer
- but you ain't wet nobody nigga and you got a terriblle scripture
- if anything gives the impression of a wannabe hitler
- i peel every layer of this fraud like a blister
- and when im done with LNS's mom ima go for his sister