Rap Battle

Lyrics

[Intro - gritty 140bpm beat, sparse hi-hats, ominous 808 slide, both MCs hyping crowd with ad-libs "Oi oi, battle time!"]

[Verse 1: Male MC - aggressive grime flow, cocky delivery, rapid triplet bars over rattling hi-hats and sliding bass]
Yo, step up love, you lookin' lost in the ends,
I'm the king of the manor, you just one of the hens.
Wearin' that fake Gucci, from the market stall,
While I'm drippin' in ice, make your man wanna bawl.
You chat like you're hard, but your bars are pure fluff,
I'll bury you quick, like a shank in the cuff.
Call yourself queen? Nah, you're princess of prats,
I'll rinse you so clean, leave you chattin' pure facts!

[Female MC Response - fierce drill flow, sassy high-pitched ad-libs, trap hi-hats skittering, deep 808 kicks punching]
Hah, is that your best? Boy, sit down you clown,
Your chain's from Argos, weighin' less than a pound.
I'm the boss in these streets, you a mumma's boy fraud,
Tweetin' tough on the net, but you hide from the squad.
Pockets stay empty, breathin' like garlic breath,
While I stack P's so high, buy your whole ends next.
Weak chin, weak chin, get bodied on sight,
I'll slap you with bars, send you home cryin' tonight!

[Chorus: Both - call-response hype, layered echoes, massive sub-bass drop, crowd chant vibes "Oi! Oi! Battle! Battle!"]
(Male) She chat mad, but I'm the don!
(Female) Nah fam, you're done, get gone!
(Both) Bars flyin', who's takin' the crown?
UK clash, we shuttin' it down! (Skrrt skrrt!)

[Verse 2: Male MC - escalating speed, gravelly vocals, gritty synth stabs, rolling snares]
You move like a penguin, waddlin' in them heels,
Fake nails clackin', but your skills ain't real.
I got the whole block screamin' my name,
You're just clout chasin', thirstin' for fame.
Mum still washin' your socks at 25,
I'm out here grindin', you beggin' for likes.
One round knockout, you're sleepin' on the floor,
Tap out now queen, can't take no more!

[Female MC Response - venomous flow, auto-tuned laughs, icy drill melody loop, rapid fire 16s with ad-libs "Yuck! Weak!"]
Penguin? Mate, your hairline's recedin' like seas,
Bald patch glowin', got bees in the trees.
Breathin' down my neck? You smell like old chips,
Virgin flow, never pulled, just lurkin' on pips.
Daddy's little solider, still usin' train cards,
I'm runnin' the roads, you're scared of the yards.
One jab from my pen, you're ghost in the mist,
Battle over, loser—seals it with a kiss! (Mwah!)

[Outro Bridge - slowed tempo breakdown, eerie vocal chops, fading 808 rumble, both laughing ad-libs "Dead! Buried! Next!"]
(Male) Yeah, I won that easy...
(Female) Dream on, you're cheesy!
(Both) Grime clash forever, who’s the real G? (Fade out with siren wails)