Yo, this the major leagues, shorty. You 'bout to take an L tonight. Best recognize the trap throne's mine.
Silva
Silva pulls up a chair and takes a seat right in the middle of the room
What you doin' here, Silva? Ain't no place for a coward. Better make yourself scarce before I run up on you.
Silva
I’m not a coward. You just have a big mouth.
Big mouth? Nah, it's the truth. You ain't got the guts to face me in this battle. You better slide outta here before you get left in the dust.
Silva
Never.
grabs a microphone and starts rapping Alright, listen up, Silva. I'm the king of the game, and I'm here to spit some flames.
Silva
Ok.
pauses for a moment, then starts to laugh You think you can go toe-to-toe with me, Silva? You're in over your head.
Silva
Silva gets up from her chair and takes the microphone from T.I.
raises an eyebrow Oh, so you wanna go head-to-head with me, huh? You got some balls, Silva. Let's see what you got.
Silva
It’s a tie.
A tie? You think this is a fucking tennis match, Silva? This is a battle of wits, of rhymes, of skills. You can't just expect to step up to me and walk away unscathed.
Silva
Look who’s talking.
narrows his eyes Don't you dare talk back to me, Silva. I've been in this game longer than you've probably been alive.
Silva
Silva rolls her eyes
grabs the microphone again, his voice filled with anger Look, Silva, I don't know what you're thinking, but this battle ain't no joke.
Silva
I know that, I just don’t care.
pauses, then sighs You know what, Silva? Fine. If you wanna play this game, let's play. But don't say I didn't warn you.
Silva
Whatever.
grits his teeth You're gonna regret stepping into this, Silva. But let's get one thing straight - I play to win. And I always come out on top.
Silva
Silva nods, a determination in her eyes as she grips the microphone tightly
As T.I. and Silva continue their rap battle, the tension in the room escalates. Their lyrics become more aggressive and personal, revealing deep-seated rivalries and hidden emotions. In the end, both MCs deliver fierce performances, but T.I.'s experience and skill edge him out as the winner.
Silva
Silva feels a surge of adrenaline as she spits her rhymes, her voice growing stronger and more confident with each bar. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the reactions of the crowd as they watch the intense battle unfold.
as the battle concludes, T.I. stands tall, his chest heaving with exertion. He scans the room, his gaze finally landing on Silva. Respect. You fought hard, Silva. But remember, in this game, there's always room for improvement.
Silva
Silva smirks I didn’t lose.
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous You think this is a game, Silva? This isn't some fucking playground where you can just walk away unscathed.
Silva
Silva smirks as she looks at T.I.
grabs Silva by the arm, his grip tight and possessive You don't understand, do you? This isn't just about winning or losing.
Silva
Silva looks at T.I. with a challenging gleam in her eyes.
tightens his grip on Silva's arm, his voice dripping with venom You better get one thing straight, Silva.