(Verse 1, MC 1) Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no drill I'm 'bout to drop some truth, gonna give you a fill Of lyrical prowess, a verbal tsunami You talk a big game, but your rhymes are quite gummy. You boast about your flow, your skills, your might But when you open your mouth, it's nothing but fright. Empty boasts and bravado, a hollow display While I'm dropping fire, you're fading away. I'm a lyrical hurricane, a rhythmic typhoon Leaving you breathless, gasping, under my moon. You run your mouth, a never-ending stream But your words are weak, a forgotten dream. I'm the master of words, the king of the rhyme Leaving you speechless, frozen in time.

(Verse 1, MC 2) Hold up, hold up, let's not get ahead Your rhymes are predictable, stuck in your head. You think you're so clever, so quick with the tongue But your delivery's flat, your battle is done. You talk a lot, yeah, I'll give you that much But substance is lacking, it's all empty clutch. Your words are like water, they flow and they seep But leave no impact, they're buried too deep. I'm the silent assassin, the lyrical ninja Striking with precision, leaving you in a jinx-a. You're all bark and no bite, a paper tiger's roar While I'm dismantling you, wanting so much more. I'm the master of silence, the king of the pause Leaving you stammering, lost in a cause. You speak volumes, but say nothing at all While my few words resonate, standing tall.

(Verse 2, MC 1) You call that a comeback? That was weak sauce, my friend. Your attempts at dissing are nearing their end. I'm a lyrical volcano, erupting with fire While you're a sputtering candle, losing all desire. You're drowning in words, a sea of cliché While my rhymes are sharp, cutting you in a fray. I'm a lyrical surgeon, precise and so clean Leaving your reputation tattered and mean. You're a broken record, stuck on repeat Your rhymes are predictable, a bitter defeat. I'm the architect of rhythm, the master of flow Leaving you gasping, nowhere to go.

(Verse 2, MC 2) You're running out of steam, your energy's low Your rhymes are repetitive, a monotonous show. You're a one-trick pony, a predictable game While I'm evolving, changing, raising the flame. I'm the chameleon of rap, adapting with ease While you're stuck in the past, begging for release. You're a fading echo, a whisper in the wind Your reign of terror, my friend, is at an end. I'm the future of rap, the next generation Leaving you in the dust, a forgotten sensation. Your words are like sand, slipping through my hand While my impact remains, across the land.

(Outro) (Both MCs simultaneously) The battle is over, the winner is clear... The crowd decides!