Battles IzacWenck vs November8
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- "raps like a head cap"? what next? context?
- raps like a long dress? ..raps like a sock? vest?
- ..raps like a lumberjack's shirt, coz it got checked?
- ..raps like a well kept suit coz it got pressed?
- ..raps like lycra pants, coz it got stretched?
- I can write raps when I'm not dressed and still rock threads.
- you're "not getting off".. sticking firm in the seat..
- like you'll train to change states until terminal's reached.
- said I'd "better leave", but you know if I left it..
- you'd just hang an entry sign on that exit..
- wait.. "not gay but", what's J's fixation?
- and if J's cross again.. that's a great innovation?
- I'll "get a grip" and flex the pen; if text offends it's never meant,
- and aint talking 'bout payback, like I've got debts to friends.
- but wait, I aint saying you're a match for that fact;
- it's a battlerap thread; you get battlerapped at.
- "never let wack" but accept the setback,
- or, J' should retyre like the epithet's jack.
- "raps like a head cap"? maybe.. wait, see..
- a 'new era's still in the making; it aint peaked.
- "raps like a head cap" and son's got potential.
- wraps tight like turbans to touch on the temples.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Gonna level up to a thousand, and make my own flow so strong
- I'ma move a mountain, your not a rapper, you a housemen
- I got another plan to pull lyrics out my head,
- Gotta make them understandable, hear it? now ya dead
- tryna do no wrong, write a few dope songs, please notice
- these raps are what I go so dope on, it ain't that hard, but I need focus
- this my panegyric, I gotta mic and a lyric, a dithyramb, You emcees know this
- i'll degrade and make your fame smaller than a milligram, I'm a kid with a plan,
- I holler and try to keep my tricks low key (Loki), I'm sick homie, never spit slowly
- your a bit lonely, all you big phonies weren't real, I burnt steal
- I'm the first real lyrical threat, hasn't gotten physical yet
- you have has been thoughts and, talking bout verses, rhymes ?
- Who'll be walking out first this time ?, hold a cordless microphone
- I'm the ghost amorphous psycho known to be the illest, I need to kill this
- I'll give these emcees five roundhouse kicks, right about now
- rapping on my soundcloud quick, i'll pound clowns into the ground now
- might shout out sick rhymes and tapes, bigger then time and space
- mind combines and makes lines, can't Vs the style, it's versatile
- The words are vile, I knew since elementary, I've been a nuisance
- I'm dropping new hints about the rap blueprints
- skill never loosens, there's been no confusions
- there's no exclusions nor illusions or solutions
- there's only your executions, and more illusions
- all these insidious and hideous oblivious emcees
- need to be really ready, rappers rarely rattle about
- real rap, they barely battle bout bars, but because
- that's happening, we get to go and save the game
- maybe these new emcees might completely beat me
- but ha josh just jests jokingly, why do u jackanapes
- have to jape about jumping people?, hopefully
- ya'll are up to nothing evil,