Battle Rap 12

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“I eat, eat, eat, eat, mc’s” - you’re just a herbivore.
I treat rhyming like a fervent cause,
Possess more power than a multipurpose core with a surge strong enough burn the cords connected to your circuit board.
Bringing you these words galore. My literary terms enthrall,
As classic as a work of lore describing epic journeys and otherworldly wars.
My skill level builds - urban sprawl.
Your skill level is no more - curtain call.
Defeating you is such a tiresome burden, an unworthy chore,
I’d rather leave your verse ignored, but let’s first explore the way you leave observers appalled.
You nervously stall as all your false assertions fall,
While I prosecute opponents – Attorney-at-law when I serve the court.
I make it seem easy but the degree of difficulty is absurdly tall and the margin for error is inversely small -
The Hungarian, French and Japanese judges all gave me a perfect score.
Leave your jaw on the surface of the curb on the floor.
Furthermore, my superior material is delivered in sidereal time,
I redefine my design then redesign paradigms. You’re merely decent with rhymes, you can’t keep up with mine.
Your half-hearted attempt will be your demise.
Battling me will make your life insurance premium rise -
Consent to dangerous terms is reasonably implied by the nature of the words within each of my lines.
You’re defeated. Resign. Exit with some dignity left, or continue to battle and get ripped into shreds,
I’m skilfully deft, consistently the best and brilliantly blessed, the top 1% on every single ability test.
Hit twice with the right then switch to the left, you’re a bitch and chivalry’s dead.
Your inefficient attempt at an imminent threat was quickly addressed.
A statement stating you’re good can be simply expressed as a statement that just isn’t correct.
My given intent is to destroy aspiring rivals,
Your style is hardly vital - mine is archetypal with an archive titled: “GOD’S ARRIVAL.”
My lines are like a karmic cycle – repetitive yet differently formed. Make you tremble and pause.
If you threaten me harm you’re getting disarmed by the president’s guard.
I’ll pressure your squad until it’s only one on one like a penalty shot.
I let my weapon discharge before a second has gone. You’ll get severed apart before you can even attempt to respond.
And when you arrive in hell you can send my regards.
I’m exceptionally calm, my presence is large and causes hectic alarm.
A chemical professional with no ethical qualms.
You don’t understand where you went wrong.
Did it ever occur that I’m simply better with words? Destroy your pathetic façade.
The punches you throw feel like a gentle massage.
Objectively, I’m as authoritative as case filled with precedent, facing me is willfully negligent -
Someone else said you’re the best? That’s inadmissible evidence.
You question my temperament? I’m a written perfectionist, an artificial intelligence performing skilful experiments.
My style is vicious and eloquent with a singular emphasis on simple aggressiveness.
Challenging me? You’ll need rehabilitation specialists like physiotherapists.
Your position is tenuous. It resembles drinking while pregnant the way I kill your development.
What I deliver is effortless. What you delivers’ irrelevant.
I make you do a spit take. Battling me? You’ll find that it’s mistake.
My food for thought is twice your daily dietary intake -
My style’s a five course meal, your style resembles vegetable soup.
You against me is like sending recruits against professional troops.
I’m better than you. Every time we battle you’re predestined to lose stuck in a repetitive loop.
If you claim you’re superior you’re not telling the truth.