Battles NarcoBG vs NJKG
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Do you know what a wheel up is?
- Do you wanna know what a wheel up is?
- Close to a re-up, same kind of high that you smoke in a treehouse
- Same kind of high like you smoking the treehouse
- Some kind of high you can't bring we down from
- And if they try,
- let em know where we learnt to go pound for a pound for
- Mounds of cocaine, they go pound for a pound for
- thou, try teef our food, you man fall foul
- like you went down and out,
- check you like a sound check at glaston,
- we got good techs like a rev from a aston
- don't get we vexed, don't mix it up innit
- this not a beat, this a beating innit,
- no deaded beef, ain't no treaty's innit,
- do you man really wanna see my limits?
- Push the envelope, man got the opener
- you man wanna joke?
- gash you with it, leave scars, dash it, leave your stomach grinning
- any fed wanna be hero, I guess that makes me the villain I'm sinnin
- Do you know what a wheel up is?
- Do you wanna know what a wheel up is?
- Close to a re-up, same kind of high that you smoke in a treehouse
- Same kind of high like you smoking the treehouse
- Some kind of high you can't bring we down from
- And if they try,
- let em know where we learnt to go pound for a pound for
- Lets rewind, go back to the roots like Levi
- Some these niggas been rappin since knee high
- See, I, aspire to be like them man
- But I'll kill em before I befriend them man
- Send claymores and c4, show em what a real blow up is
- Im not sitting on no second-hand throne, Ill tear it up
- rip it to shreds, then fill ghosts wit bullet holes
- cah I know, I write Tomes, You nigga's write like your skins light toned
- you niggas write like you don't Take Care, when I'm up ill ask how the Views down there
- and thats fair, English Jay-Z, Im the chair-man and the chair, man
- Im like luthor, but the lex kind, trap-house really a lair
- rewinds? I want two more, got two more fucks to give
- And Im really up on this, reload this, turn a battle to a snuff on this
- Do you know what a wheel up is?
- Do you wanna know what a wheel up is?
- Close to a re-up, same kind of high that you smoke in a treehouse
- Same kind of high like you smoking the treehouse
- Some kind of high you can't bring we down from
- And if they try,
- let em know where we learnt to go pound for a pound for
- Ruff voice like DMX, UA gloves, no BMX, I give em hell, Cos its where theyll see me next
- Im active, you can see the cheques, angry, concede you're vexed, language, calm down
- don't bust your vessels, don't hot the kettle, cah man don't wanna rough the bezels
- you can stuff it, because trust this metal, only gets hot with the business levelled
- at you
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I'm gonna pack the craft in the atlas,
- make no mistake, it’s math
- that’s auto-practed, making it clear
- talk is cheap, until the math of the masses
- gets subtracted, and I am more
- obscene than horror themes,
- war-machines with scorchin' beans
- that'll forge-regimes,
- I can torch da scene, distort the clean
- and reports da fiends
- with the morbid dreams, by stackin' facts, crackin' maps, clashin' with the classics,
- snappin' traps, it’s drastic
- whenever I am wrappin' 'em in plastics!
- cause of the diction in the mix,
- that pene the friction on the block,
- flippin' scripts by rippin' writtens'
- I've penned the conviction in da lock.
- the visions been written
- that's myself hittin' the end-joint BOW!
- while splittin' the wisdom,
- precision is pinpoint,
- if I'm trippin' the rhythm, the reasons
- I'm glitchin' the system.
- Scratch that..
- I'd rather from the start
- begin flippin’ the script in the mix
- in the diction by rippin’ a written,
- shiftin’ the friction, helpin' trippin’ the rhythm,
- by glitchin’ the system, my pinpoint precisions
- splittin’ the wisdom, it stackin’ facts
- in the back of the atlas, crackin’ maps
- in the path of the madness cause I'm packin’
- the craft in the math of the masses,
- in hopes of snappin’ the trap
- in the clash of the classics.. get reckless
- thnento get your necklace check this,
- I'll take your head off, a breathless exit,
- I'ge left 'lots senseless, he that'll battle me
- has what vibe checkers call A death wish,
- I rhyme better, relentless,
- I'll take you to da trench-pit,
- and U can't do shit cause your defenseless
- getting your career ended,
- messin' with me is too expensive,
- he dumb enough to recieves the death sentence
- especially if effortlessly is how he described
- he would get the better of me
- cause what he comes with sounds tremendous.
- which had me full of doubt and questions
- because actually what he is was basic at best,
- which doesn't make sense why
- he would wanna battle me