Rap battle

It's my turn now
Time to give my answer
I see your pluses, your minuses, hello
You're tough on the track, no pedestal for me
I'll hit the streets again
Grab those applauses
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You thought I'd flinch, drop my tone, disappear
But that's not quite my format, not my text
The victory's not yours, every step's on plan
Your line just hangs, doesn't sound like it should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You used to silence, mean and contain
Your mistakes, my space for fantasy
You worship the form, I hit where it hurts
My blow in the line, it's a thumb to your skin

The stage, I rub, I know no room for two
Throne of cardboard, I'm not interested
The street says let's go
No tech aside, just no shoes on
No armor, no fanfare, no dirty tricks
You run out of metaphors
Yeah, this ain't no life story

Your opinion on the battle?
Everyone's vibe here
Right again, brother!
That's a stop timing!

Yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Oh!