Battles SAMSTER vs Faceless_
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Meet little Marcus, sixteen, staring at a black screen
- Living in a world where reality is a bad dream
- A digital disciple, holding tight to a device
- Trading all his innocence to try and get a price
- He wants the validation, chasing after the acclaim
- But he’s trapped inside a matrix where they’re playing with his brain
- He’s multi-tasking, mask on, coping with the stress
- But he’s losing all his focus on the things that matter best.
- He’s looking at the numbers, counting up the views
- But he’s disconnected from the actual news
- A generation captured by a simulated glow
- They don't want the substance, they just want the show
- No patience for the process, everything is fast
- But a house built on sand isn't gonna last.
- He’s looking for a shortcut, looking for a break
- But he doesn't see the hazards of the path he’s gonna take.
- So he minimizes meaning just to maximize the hype
- A generation paralyzed by everything they type
- No dynamic conversation, just an avatar that talks
- An artificial paradise inside a mental box
- They want the crown without the climb, the trophy with no scars
- Trading ancient constellations for some fleeting five stars
- Now the battery is dying, and the screen is fading black
- He’s staring at his own reflection...
- But he can't look back.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Fuck, you come back after six years and put this out, should be ashamed
- After I bury your legacy, I'll make sure the pallbearers get a raise to carry your name
- Why bother to make the battle blind? we've established the optics, you're only a "pupil" bitch to me
- It's all in vain, after I rain on his parade and outshine his logic, do a man like Iris, you was never shit to me
- PB and what? my gun don't never jam, better hope that after I mar, ma'll aid
- Rearrange his face, ain't sayin' nothin', soundin' like his english muffin', wait
- My bread? it's in the oven, and y'all could never "meet loaf" anyway, get ya veggies straight
- I put the "diss" in discover, if there's a problem, they duck for cover, I'm clutchin', ay
- Scratch that, make your diss appear so weak it vanishes, call that a magic act
- The way I rap on tracks, I'll hop on a beat like I got pulled out of a magic hat
- I saw him in pieces, but can he make peace with his deficiencies? you couldn't get a leg up if it was hairy
- Look, in all seriousness, that disappearing act you did would've been cool, but you're forgotten and buried
- But I guess that's just the way of life, the last time you put out a hit, I was finding my way in life
- I ain't playin' nice, but maybe this is elder abuse, since the last time you had over 10 props, we was swingin' vines
- That was mean. That flow was mean as fuck, you see my meanin', cuz?
- I mean, I'd tell you jump off the edge, but you must be on the cusp if you been seein' up
- You must be desperate without money, since those pockets hold no weight, you need a new ton
- I mean, son, there's laws to motion, if you were born broke you need more forcin', so say "F Ma!" and move on
- Sorry to bring mothers into the equation, but once you add ugly twice, what you get isn't a cute son
- It's more of an exponential regression, she had to sin, and her tan man had to cosign, that's where you come
- So I guess the only true birth of an offspring is the presentation of an ego, where did he go?
- Once I strip him of his self-confidence, what is he now? Excuse me, American Eagle.
- Because the only jeans you wear are shreds of faulty DNA, BTA, need a new fit for the VMAs
- And that's a BET, like he's hostin' GMA, the way I've seen em age
- Ask if I'm gonna shut up about the hiatus, maybe later
- But until next time, Mr. FF (Freakin' Famous)
- it's faceless
- uh