Lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Rosen]
Yo Chris, I'm gunnin', catch me in the chat, bluffin’.
I roll up cameras, your crew start bustin’.
My style tiptoe, watch your steps, you're frontin’.
Break your decoy line, interrupt the discussion.

[Verse 2: Chris Hanson]
Have a seat, Alex, you ain't playin' this chess.
I expose your moves, leave your ego a mess.
Catchin' you slippin', like transcripts in distress,
Your arguments weak, put your tongue to the test.

[Chorus]
On the mic, we face off, claim the crown or fall,
Spinnin’ words like snakes through this endless brawl.
No mercy on the beat, both heads to the wall,
Rappin' on this battlefield where giants crawl.

[Verse 3: Alex Rosen]
Fishing for trouble but you paddling slow,
Decoys trip quick when the real ones show.
Diggin' my past? I'm stackin’ ammo to throw,
You clean-cut, Chris, but this grime gon’ grow.

[Verse 4: Chris Hanson]
Your accounts don't count, 'cause I punk the truth.
Run your circus act, while I burn your booth.
Call me the judge 'cause I balance the proof,
This rap battle zone ain't no safety roof.

[Bridge]
Two minds weave their tales, play predator or prey,
Line for line, they clash, as the crowd sways.
One slips—one reigns—but the world won't stay,
'Cause words in this battle don’t ever decay.