Battles  Tew-SLy vs Maverick

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Battle on July 18 2025

CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • //This song was made on RapFame Prop it and enjoy
  • //I know i'm a month late on dropping this shit

DEFENDER'S RAP

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  • Out a quiv' sheathed I give teeth to divets swiv'd neat in-between and webbed 'neath,
  • Behind the faints of a cyan trace, it resembles sheets of ice cap veins
  • I live breathe, and died creating these rhymes exchanged for quiet shade;
  • That divide yin-yangs, high most days 'til I decide to change, it's a delightful break—
  • Oh I must say, a wise embrace, when the only drive to take it's to try evadin',
  • a fright'ning space inside my brain when silence reigns in the hideaways,
  • Defining straight, I would say it's to brush aside the pain summarized by shame
  • My eyes get glazed, I'm the same just.. vibrant, lasered on this white note page,
  • Camera shy and inundated; an alive array of lightbulb phases archived in chains
  • Describin' breaks of write-blockades, like to vice abstain I can't FIGHT THIS STRAIN
  • Fuck it, I'm smooth smoth'ring these self-soothin' muses with goodbyes I'll erase,
  • Every locution of another thing in blithering swoons, do nothing, just decry into shapes;
  • I resize by manglin' my thighs and ankles to a triangle, 'cause I got 3-sided traits
  • Hierarchy, shrine and blade, my prime's worth praise in moments of silence—
  • For opponents I silenced, via scythe épée slicin' flays, I mince rhymes, they shake;
  • At my spear, sheer knife wordplay, or feel my lyrics got weird f'veering right off base
  • Mobilize my legs to remind my train of thought to realign the rails, designed insane
  • Loco-motive? Poke a hole in my temporal lobe exposin' trolls forking roles in my cone's extortion by forcin' open their diar'ay...
  • The commotion's ocean, if a choir sang confided hearsays, disguised in crying rain,
  • Wiped away on line of sight, like airpods harmonizin' waves when I hydroplane
  • To rectify this maze of sly creative ideas, I scribe in bite-sized portions, that's diet bait
  • Dice them snakes thrice, like waiting for the ellipses to dip and dot the i's on vein;
  • And points y'all inoculate in orders for my restraint, might pertain to violent craze,
  • But what I display's in-spires scrapin' skies night and day thrivin', jivin' undyin' flames
  • Combined and pasted 'em findin' ways to tie the main throughline in diamond lace
  • The type of statements organized to raise excitement, rage, surprise, replied relates
  • Satire, strangeness, labyrinthine debates, your girl likes the pace my rhymes rotate,
  • When inclinin' failures are tried/voracious needin' an electrifying lifeline to save
  • To incite a cravin' inside that vital tank, to arise with sank incisors in triumphed days
  • Strive through wanes, findin' ways to climb the splayed out spine you gave to sidewalk lanes
  • Minding thanks on High it ain't some crime scene shape, lyin' wake givin' shine a side-eye gaze
  • Tryna' 'scape the aisle ya dreams in, a price to pay in isolation,
  • Tightened trache', paralysis demons slime my fate with lies and hate
  • From dryin' faces to smiles ya beamin', a lighter gray outside awaits
  • Encyclo' pages I dine on's flaved' analysis-lemons, with a bitin' tang
  • It's an acquired taste like gallery peanuts at this spry of age, thinkin' why when they—
  • Outline my name ripe in maturation yet I'm afraid I'm behind in ways
  • But boy do I promise few could top this, in a sea of buoys bobbin'—
  • I move and rock the canoe by droppin' what I got down to a science,
  • Perusin' lines I don't reuse to carve into a nuclear cartridge,
  • And watch me flip the whole script worse than Gitche Gumee's hardships
  • Movie plot is you the pirate ruinin' the jaunt enroute the bottom
  • And soon to fault the doing's not your's but the fuselage's
  • Where's ya ingenuity, blockhead
  • Way ya producin' bars isn't too far fetched from how I threw an osseous,
  • I presumed no offense, it's oxymoronic zoomin' in on it to conclude the art as—
  • ...Let's just excuse the harshness in my usage of executin' arson,
  • 'Cause what you do's the embodiment of 100% purebred human dogshit.

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