Battles Glenn-Wreckless vs CaliPapi
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- yo yo check it , this goes out to my son , my lil lad
- im sorry i ain't been the dad , that neither one of us had
- i was stubborn stupid and mad , now i'm just lonely and sad
- thinking bout all the stuff we could of had , i ain't happy , i ain't glad
- i was running from the badge , selling dope from my pad
- so i could pay for what we have , give you what i never had
- make sure at christmas you were never sad , thats the job i had
- don't know what happen to your mum , a new life she begone
- birthdays christmas she'd never come , no presents not a single one
- missed out on everything you've become , only caring about number one
- but hey thats your mum , look at the shit shes done
- how do you turn your back on your son , a man he will grow to become
- and find out his mothers scum , just know ill be here for ya son
- its her , she's loss every single one , every years over gone
- she never tried to be a mum , and i know you miss your brother
- but hes gone , rest in peace little one , he know ya love him
DEFENDER'S RAP
- It was just a moment ago I was writing every moment I could
- Chilling on the job, spittin flows thinking I could rap
- Wasting time listening to these migos make it out the trap
- With wasted punchlines and but heavy ass baselines
- Making the dirty south into a playground of hip hop drought
- But I got a promotion dog, I'm out that dog house
- In making my own lane, stocking up free change, 401k
- Working like a boss not to mention, they don't care about my time clock
- So when you looking for a punchline, check the direct deposit
- Cause it's timeless how I clock my deposits, flawless
- So what have you learned from this? Past the lyrical wreckagness
- Is to invest in you rather than your views
- Cause we all know actions speak louder than words,
- That's why if you check my flow you'll see I'm spittin nothin but verbs
- But oh how everyone in rap, sells pussy and crack
- Cause each club hit, sounds like the same track
- now we cloning people, can originality come back
- Gucci, fuck it, if young thug can wear a dress
- while impressions still impressed, then I'm not about to trip
- about my height or how many children i claim
- or what city i claim, cause I'm one hundred
- unlike niggas like that, mind fucking the wack
- lyrically flat lining the track, like fuck freestyle the beat got my back
- And my life has the words to get me through like I'm built to win
- But they steady making a noose in hopes I lose, diffuse
- The anger, aggression, past times that took your