Battles TrueZ vs SoulMuzicProductions
RULES
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Okay, so I don't like you and your shitty crew
- especially the one with the dickhead shoes
- Yeah I can say what I like and I can spray what I like
- I'll cuff you with my AK if ya like
- Nah I'm only joking, I ain't a fucking terrorist
- Shouting Alan Akbar up to the light
- But I do wanna just punch you in the face
- Catch your jaw in quick pace
- and knock your teeth outa place
- Yeah I probably need to calm down
- and just back it up
- but how can I when you're open for an uppercut
- But fuck that I'm now back on track
- With this mother fucking beat
- and this mother fucking gun
- That I'll shoot at your head
- And'll explode on your Mum
- Like my cum, imma have fun
- fucking your Mum up in this club
- Imma smoke crack, Imma smoke weed
- Imma smoke everything that I see
- I'll even snort that leaf, off of that tree
- It'll kick in after this ecstasy
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I could finish him with one voice, this ain't a mortal combat
- It' not a normal come-back with the detox either,
- it's the ether contract, see-dese lines compact
- the bomb rap, islam's back, close your palms to the God's chat
- Say your prayers when the psalms stack like mom's back
- in the morning, the floors is forging, the G's, us crisis forming
- your crews-if-eyed, die if we cross, fire tossed
- at-jew, like a holocaust, If put the mask on, a brother's lost
- Like Ichigo dying, more sorrow bought for another corpse
- You get bleached with the pen, 404 sites rout with the white-out, a dead-link
- You go to hell, sink with the grades God judged you with in red-ink
- That spells blood all over, but before you bled-pink
- Imma spit hotter than hell, dante's inferno
- Eternal thermo terms wrote burned, toast turned coal
- An earned soul turns gold when I put the mine to it
- Treasured letters just bury your precious dust, shrine to it
- Infinite rhymes divine defined with lines that can't die, music
- Abused by the allusive acoustics, sweeping the competition
- with composition, a true broomstick moved with glue-sticks
- fused with new shit to chew with like toothpicks
- I shoot with like guns play tennis, deuces with smooth spits
- use splits of bullets, trigger pull it, set to wet you up, bigger fluid
- makes the driller humid, it flickers stupid, quicker ruined, like river fueled
- in liter units, richer juices, i'm like the sicker sewage
- I man-eat-all like a cannibal animal, the shark mandible's tangible
- start ranching you like plants jammed with food
- Make up for the taste's blank magnitude
- Just Bland and loose, like a bag is chewed
- A tabooed food aptitude, That is you
- fatty too, not worth the meal, or my gratitude.