NC2K17 Presents... The Last Text Battle

[Sharp]

ill nik-A's verse

Winning champ matches is my specialty & it’s oh so simple
Fuck a HOF-jacket-celebration… I got Schad’s number like Ocho Cinco
u the scraps of the competition; I beat niggaz like Resin & greater, mate
I'm used to eating Chinese on Chinas... u eating questionable cats on paper plates
I mean u’re ok at best; c’mon nigga ur name's not prominent
u think comparisons are beyond stupid... but people confusin’ u for that dude is a compliment
my verses keep it real & concrete; when u speak, u bluffin’
u post up bad quality lines… like u got ya concepts from IKEA or something
u don’t believe how emotional ya girl is; she sees me & cries joy
then shows u no feelings after I removed the mass from her throat like a thyroid
u anxious as fuck cuz I circled ya block with the realest killers;
& now u just going ‘round & doing nothing like a fidget spinner
tbh u gettin to the champ match again’s real misleading
this is ur 3rd try… & my only real effort’s been showin up vs the guy I keep on beating
don’t gimme that old shit; I’m a beast who is never shook
u respect me like a grey white… AND ur girl loves my salt & pepper look
u think ur verse is money but it doesn’t take much to shock this fool
u on that I beat Kare kick… till I hit u with a surprise one like McGregor forgot the rules
I don't miss while u shoot this, that, then lose. point blank, u're doomed
That's basically what ur text career in a loop is… but it ain't skin disease; nigga, that’s a wound
ur punches are no match against the old guy taking shots
I can fuck u up with my bare hands so I’ma put the barrel away like I’m aging Scotch
My gun bars are underrated af, it’s just u hoes are really really sour
u not givin ‘em props is a sign… cuz my beam’s the X factor like Wonder Woman's power
ur race-argument with Veritas makes u angry AND a dumb whore
so if u CNN word in a battle it’s just cuz it’s in every verse that Trump urs
u tough behind the PC, geek; while I’m always waiting to just buck
see, we wired different… I’ma tickin’-time-bomb u color coordinating custom ones with Knuck
I’m raising up the pump, u going down under while the rest mourn
Nigga, u have no chance cuz I bring the steel to the fight like Jeff Horn


Schadenfreude's verse

Since u’re always..
sleepwalkin’ thru battles, dream better raps up, u wack fuck
been doing it since text’s Inception, think s’bout time I woke ya back up.
Yo comments, replies, threads are boring in every line said,
but whats worse is ya stale verses, u’ve got the charisma of rye bread.
My golden lines 4 times the value of what u’re claiming lame
wooden ass bars, no wonder yo shit’s got the structure of a Jenga game.
Yo pothole complexion’s like a street skaters wouldn’t race
since u luv Jordans, watch my Cement 4’s fill those craters in ya face.
Expiration date’s up on yo forever young act, just quit it..
“I won in every New Era”..says the old loser still wearing backwards fitteds.
For the right price, let’s say a few G’s we’d flee w/ ya wife,
pay out or see how much u love her once I put ya main squeeze in a vise.
Beef my way, u never safe, leave u steps from Heaven’s gate
the tec, let it spray, those streaks thru ya hair ain’t salt & pepper gray.
3-0 a novel idea, but I bet it won’t go according to plan fool
‘cuz u’ve written more fantasy drafts than the managing staff of FanDuel.
Every pic inhaling ya shit, try’na prevent beer belly slip downs
swear that shit’s wild, u need a girdle & a data compress like a zip file.
Fuck hype u, need to get off NC & get ya health right, duke
w/ those sausage finger hands, yo verses probably got Diabetes type too.
I respect how ya ended yo drug habit to clear ya mind up..
but fuck coke, u old joke..when the hell ya gonna give THESE lines up?
Piss & scream as if text’s that much of an important theme
such a bad sport, shocked u don’t have the same face as the Jordan Meme.
Crazy how u devoted yo talents to this, straight up a shame
just abide suicide, cuz ya life’s work & death’s the same - straight up in vein.
Textcee for 20 plus, yet your skill level hasn't varied once,
of course u have a pension for consistency, check’s on time every month.
got Me twice, how could I think that I would ever beat ya?
so take the win, get grandfathered in, nvmd why u still live w/ ya Abuelita.

...BODY!