AKA RAP BATTLE - ROUND 3

Onewingseraphim [Intro - Verse 1] Down from the heavens descend the heartless angel... ONEWINGSERAPHIM Step to the center, breathe in the static Watch the grid fracture, unhinged and dramatic You brought a text-prompt posture to a digital slaughter Now you’re drowning in the air, swimming straight to the water I look in the mirror but the glare isn't mine Just a shadow on a red clay road, out of time Yeah, the voices on the radio are whispering the blame While the faces in the wallpaper are screaming my name You can try to lock the horror out, but I am the key There is nothing left to take from the hollow of me I taste the bitter colors of reality decayed Watching all the fragments of your sanity fade I’m a flesh-bound monster, a genetic impostor A sovereign entity you never could foster I can hear my skeleton vibrating in the dark Leaving every single rival here a parasite mark You can try to scrape the marrow from a ghost in a cage But there’s no soul left inside to burn off the stage Scrollsmith [Verse 2] Hahaha… Scroll-smith baby… look… I'ma go easy on you cause you my boy... aiyyo! You’re the wing that sings of woe, the thing that clings to scripted glow You’re the king of rings below, the sting that brings no gift to show You’re the shade that fades too slow, the blade that strays from every blow You’re the wraith that prays for snow, but breaks the day you face a foe You’re the fallen call of fear, the pallid drawl of cracked veneer You’re the hollow wall you steer, the shallow gall you engineer You’re the myth you lift each year, the drift that shifts when truth is near You’re the hiss of whispered cheer, dismissed the instant I appear You’re the mark of dark pretense, the arc that sparks no consequence You’re the shard of scarred suspense, the guard that guards no competence You’re the ghost you boast immense, the host of post‑traumatic sense You’re the oath you spoke past tense, exposed as smoke with no defense You’re the cage that raged in vain, the page that aged in weathered pain You’re the stage that stayed the same, the plague that begged for phantom reign You’re the frame that claimed arcane, but came with shame you can’t contain You’re the flame that named your bane — I’m the blade that made you break again. Maui Mike [Verse 3] Now I hate to do this to you cuz to me you're really nice But the assignment requires me To fry you up like rice Onewingseraphim? You need one thing of Claritin Fighting off allergies I think Dander is scaring him Always a good guy he got Family that care for him But when he farts in the car his kids laugh and they stare at him Now I'm not the type to push a man up off a ledge But if I want u to respect my response I Gotta push you to the edge Your engineerings good Don't let it go to your head Cuz When I'm done with this verse you won't stand me like 2 bad prosthetic legs Cuz I seen that you used Em Ray Overwatching you and your tempe My boy pop of like confetti But in Marvel it's no comprende I'm a diamond egoist and grandmaster My rank is flyin White fox that is my main And you know my team is never dying And I wish we had a crossover play So we can stop with all the crying Get on with the team wiping Kill denying And heal sniping you running when my captain push Devil dino turn you into Moosh The moon will haunt you if u look My Deadpool's smoking bubba kush Agamoto in your eye Your team is froze Our ults are high My Luna and Phoenix In the back you know their headshots multiply you know you better stop that cart My black panther might stop your heart My DPS is off the charts I watch your whole team fall apart .. Squintz [Verse 4] Before I start, let me give you your flowers. You kept this whole thing moving when it easily could’ve died. Put the battles together, carried the weight. You’ve been a solid dude. But what the fuck is this? You brought a seven-string guitar to a lyrical fight An angel choir screaming like the boss battle’s tonight I came prepared to trade bars, you descended from heaven With a Hot Topic Sephiroth and a tuned-down seven Respect for the work, but the verse needs an intervention You built a haunted house and forgot the competition All that static in the mirror, all that marrow in the cage Sound like somebody found a journal from their middle-school phase You said you’re drowning in the air, swimming straight to the water That line folded on itself before it made it any harder You’re a sovereign entity? A genetic impostor? That’s a lot of fancy cosplay just to rhyme with “monster” You brought choir robes, turntables, distortion, and lore Just to say you’re really scary for a minute or four I appreciate the effort, now the pleasantries are through Let me show you what a battle rapper’s supposed to do A battle rapper takes the angle, then he drives it through your chest Doesn’t bury every punchline underneath a special effect Doesn’t need a choir chanting just to tell me he’s a threat If the writing really hits, the room remembers what was said You gave me skeletons and parasites and whispers in the wall I gave you twelve clean reasons why that shit did not land at all You can summon every angel, let the seven strings attack But you brought a final boss theme to a straight-up rap battle track So I’ll give you your respect, because you earned it with the grind You’ve been carrying the weight and keeping all of us aligned But next time leave the cosplay and the haunted house behind Bring a verse into the ring— and I’ll still take your head for mine. Swan Flue [Verse 5] Down from the heavens descend the heartless angel, One-Winged Seraphim, chopping blocks from every angle! Step to the center, breathe in the heavy static, Watch the grid fracture, unhinged and democratic! You brought a text-prompt posture to a digital slaughter, Now you’re drowning in the air, swimming straight to the water! I look in the mirror but the glare isn't mine, Just a shadow on a red clay road, out of time! Yeah, the voices on the radio are whispering the blame, While the faces in the wallpaper are screaming my name! You can try to lock the horror out, but I am the key, There is absolutely nothing left in the hollow of me! I taste the bitter colors of reality decayed, Watching all the fragments of your sanity fade! I’m a flesh-bound monster, a genetic impostor, A sovereign entity you never could foster! I can hear my skeleton vibrating in the dark, Leaving every single rival here a parasite mark! You can try to scrape the marrow from a ghost in a cage, But there’s no soul left inside to burn off the stage! Shaolin revival, we tearing down the frame, Wu-Collective stamped, now remember the name!