Slurred Bars vs Swift Scars

Who

let the battle start?

Who brought the slowest bars?

Step up, step up,

let the bassline talk

You think a stack of paper makes the whole room clap?

I read about you once,

now I’m writing back You move so fast,

but your words don’t stay I took one nap and you lost

your way I’m mad,

I’m serious, don’t laugh at me

My punchlines wobble like a shopping cart wheel I said “poopy” in

the middle of a rhyme Then forgot what I meant by the

very next line

Slow down, slow down,

who gave him the mic?

Fast one, fast one,

better get it right

No real beef, just bars in the ring

When the beat drops out,

let the wordplay sing

Now it’s my turn,

watch the whole grid bend I turn a weak little setup to

a strong-bookend You brought a slow flow dressed up as a threat

I brought ten new patterns before your first step You read one

paper, I wrote the edition Every syllable lands with surgical precision You

trip on a punchline,

I flip it and spin it Put a period on the round

before you finish the sentence Fast like thunder,

but clear when I strike Every bar has a

shape and the timing is tight You can count every dollar, I

count every beat

Your verse needs a map just

to find its own feet

Wait, wait, hold up,

I had a good line

You had a good line?

Then return it on time

Ooooh!

Tick-tick, quick

switch, wrist

flick, wordsmith Big risk,

crisp rhythm, every bar surgical No gimmick,

no panic, I’m mapping the damage To the beat,

not a person—the craft is the challenge Million to millions?

I’m building the sound From a whisper to a wave that can

shake the whole crowd Faster than thunder,

but the message stays bright I don’t need to shout when the

cadence takes flight

Who won the round?

Let the crowd decide Slow voice sat down while the fast flow

arrived No real beef,

just a fictional clash

One brought the joke,

one brought the flash

I’m still not laughing—I’m thinking of a rhyme Take

all the time you need; I already took mine Who?

Who? Who? The one

with the impossible

flow Who? Who? Who?

That’s how you close the show