Battles luketheundead vs LNS
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
LNS won this battle!
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Battle on October 1 2025 and Battle on December 12 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- laugh out loud
- this game play no pretend
- all these clips to extend
- what is your game, do you play with flames
- spit like a snake on the wax
- relax, we just smokin and breakin bank
- last one to the watering hole gotta strip
- play me the shady
- what's a plant to sunshine and water and time
- trees like the growth gettin old
- nearby in the park ready to get sold
- rumpa pum
- if i may be so bold
- laps in the cold, get ready so greedy for the gold
- pack packs, run laps, how to get around back
- cuttin game with no slack, meantime with a running back
- what's fast?
- too many fists, lotsa bullets, pow pow pow
- memories from the streets that had my hood shaken by deadbeats
- cut in the grass, clean cleats
- grandstand gotta fill seats, how boutta showtime deal with lotsa discrete
- you wanna know how deep dis saga go
- cuz we got lotsa words, flow so absurd
- at the library, makin up verbs, life in a herd
- maybe i'm too crazy to be cured
- where's the lifeline, employment for a lifetime
- writing rhymes with a tight grip, fucc not tryna slip, life like one big blip
- chillin out, hot box da blimp, life of a muhfuccin pimp
- with no heaux, just a one man show until something catch fire
- one day i'll be less afraid to show
- how hard i'm werkin just to grow, share a better flow
- neighborhood insanity but i'm here ready to go
- makin something happen where before mentally health i been lackin
- backtrackin
- it's painful to be attackin the spasm of poverty against brain damage
- how to manage, home feelin homeless, broken but needing family
- damn. i'm noting how stan is, how heavy hands is
- knowing and not knowing again and again the mind on paper
- ink from the cranium
DEFENDER'S RAP
- They thought I was done, nah, I rearmed the soul,
- Bomb Shell 2, born from the ash, took control.
- No mercy, no ceasefire, just infinite rage,
- Every verse I write flips to a battleground stage.
- The beat’s got shrapnel duck or bleed,
- My flow pure TNT, your flow just weed.
- They whisper my name like it’s outlawed proof,
- When Bomb Shell drops, the ceiling comes loose.
- This the sequel they warned in code and myth,
- My echo, a plague your ego can’t resist.
- I spit like sirens, whole cyphers evacuate,
- Energy so raw it bends every weight.
- I ain’t chasing fame, I’m chasing destruction,
- Lyrical eruptions, flawless combustion.
- Your crew talk tough ‘til the lights go black,
- Then I walk through smoke with war on the track.
- These bars not rhymes, they precision strikes,
- Turn stage to crater, crowd to mics.
- Your punchlines tickle, mine detonate slow,
- Each word designed to split your flow.
- I built from rubble, carved from flame,
- Every failure engraved inside my name.
- No peace in the booth, no conscience alive,
- Bomb Shell 2 too ruthless to survive.
- When the dust clears, what’s left’s not fame,
- Just echoes of power, death, and my name.
- They call it destruction, I call it creation,
- I’m war in rhythm, your annihilation.