Battles SageFS vs JuicyJobaJaba
RULES
NO AI, Just be as lyrical as possible FROM UR OWN MF MIND
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I’m jittery, wickedly witty, a kid with a sickness for rhythm,
- spittin ridiculous images stitched into syllable prisons,
- innocent grin with a sinister twist in the sentence I’m givin,
- comic relief till the punchline is suddenly hittin your vision.
- Restless with pressure, I’m readin the room with suspicion,
- brittle egos get bent when I pivot the angle I’m spittin,
- I clip-pin consonant clusters to blister the rhythm I’m given,
- turnin a joke into judgment with split-second precision
- Hungry for meaning, I’m diggin through myths and conditions,
- paint vivid pictures with verbs that evade supervision,
- quiet till chaos erupts from the coil of my diction,
- they laugh at the setup, then freeze when it clicks in position.
- Unstable but focused, I walk the division between ‘em,
- truth in the humor, the humor disguises the venom,
- say it’s just play till the pen leaves permanent incision,
- smilin while leavin a mark on your mind when I’m finishin,
- give me line I diminish it,
- listen real close and you'll know I dont give a shit,
- hell's real nice and satans real kind but heaven is where it is
- you can hear in the dark but the word of god is always imperative
- and even if you are void of my narrative
- All of my issues are scaring me
- They are mentally impairing me
- I sit in the fetal and pray to the lord that he is hearing me
- I dont like drama
- Attention’s too painful to bear for me
- Even when nobody is ever there for me
- I’d never know defeat
- Rappers cant help but to notice me
- Just remember they lied when they said they have overseen
- Remember who tried when they had no-one noticing
- You cannot rap so just shut up and go to sleep..
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Use AI? You’ll end up on dateline confessin’ “it ain’t mine!” fore’ I run you off the state line
- Swat team breakin’ in cause you hate rhymes, call it a hate crime. Sting operation the way I “swat” you in the nighttime
- You may find your rights restricted, you’ll be issued way more than a fake fine
- Trafficin’ bars like you dealin’ with road signs. Only difference is, you’re the one with no drive!
- Bro’s 5 learnin’ the basic building blocks of lyricism, it beats him out of “shape”
- So he turns to his humanoid assistant to ease the pain. “Say, who’s to say you can’t just write this for me? It saves a ghostwriter from getting paid!”
- Y’all are pests, where’s the Raid? I need to purge you termites from my structure
- Schemes bone-dry, not even rubber. One punch from a veteran opponent, your spine’s gettin’ ruptured
- I was taught better by my mother. Work the hardest at what you do, you’ll reap the benefits
- You reap what you sow, but it’s inflicted by pestilence. War-torn land, you ain’t rockin’ with sediment
- Cross my ground, become my nemesis. I only strike if I have to, I’m a mercy killer
- Return you to dust like you caught in the filter, the air you’re breathin’s making you iller
- You watered down, a flow distiller. My mind’s a sponge absorbin’ water from the Palm Springs
- Drawstring, I tighten my grip on your reign (rain) till’ you lose oxygen to your brain
- If you cross me, you do it in vain. I’ll raise the flames from below and light it up like butane
- Flacco in the backfield, it’s a huge gain. Homies ravin’ in stadiums whenever they announce my name