Battles Marcus vs Nikozis
RULES
No rules!
Max of 30 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Nikozis won this battle!
2 ROUNDS
View other rounds...
Battle on November 20 2014
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- So righteous this heist is more dangerous than Isis
- I'm stealing the heart of the targets who's lifeless
- My life is in crisis my world it entices suffices to say
- That I'm stuck in my ways
- I lack luck in the face of the most lacklustre days
- I'm smack in the dust and it must suffocate
- I'm stuck in this rut it is what I most hate
- I'm choking on words it's absurd but it's true
- I must have crossed fate in this race I must lose
- It seems at least it's the world versus me
- I'm conversing with dreams yet conserving my means
- Try preserving the peace but it don't come with ease
- So please just leave let me grieve each
- Of the acts of violence which cease to exist cease to desist
- I should cease to compete I achieve can't resist
- I'm complex on the next level so quick be kept swift
- I'm empty but yet brutal you tool won't be left with
- Any measure of pride no metal left aside
- I'm gold silver and bronze from the bronx to the west side
- You don't see but I'm coming at you
- You don't see but best hide
- Bullets shot left right from feet height to chest high
DEFENDER'S RAP
- He's talking 'greatly' but aint talking hatred
- Masturbating and ejaculate shit, balking naked
- When faced infront, constipated and walking stated
- After we take off, he's back to back stabbing, tasted
- Perplexed thinking it was the end of making grated
- Pieces of us perfect, its the beginning of making satan
- Oh god, i got merits and lists for having a lot of friends
- Oh lord, i got things that stinks, they got a facade of trends
- loners, got that stuff, like that puff, better than a garage of tense
- mirage of sense, look, they're stems are being uprooted with hooks
- you cant stop 'em from being 'uprooted', 'fixed' on behalf of tenth
- be halved tenth and never approved me, picked on the head of less
- minded people, total weirdos being mind-fucked and the best of mess
- These pricks got more stink bombs progressing in
- You and Rick ross keep getting in, leaving more 'freshness' here
- call me a exorcist, there's some sorta' possession in
- causing my aggression, bad reputations, depression wins
- never, aint gonna get succession, no more progression wings
- flying across the field, but cha' dunk in regression kings
- right through the rim, your back in the game to score
- Imma take this stuff, bore a hole to let go of shows
- that ruined and caused sores deep inside, left holes, off blows
- that kept me away from winning the 'whole of trophs'
- But now, im getting back to the game like a flash of ray
- im moving at the speed of light, imma dash all day
- even the primes and avengers wont slash, sprawl me
- see 'em pictures were impossibly scored
- on top of the whole world, oh, monopoly board
- unstoppable and invincible, ya'll cant stop me score