Insane Rap Battle Superman Vs Batman One more time

Описание: Insane Rap Battle Superman Vs Batman | Rap Battle
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Batman :

I’m the shadow of the question mark carved into fate,
You’re the answer handed easy, I interrogate.
Born in the fall, Crime Alley baptism,
While you crash-landed hope with a sun-fed plasmid.

I don’t fly—I calculate gravity,
Turn gods into variables, solve them savagely.
You’re a yellow-sun equation, I’m a black-hole plan,
Prep time is a religion—kneel, Kal-El, amen.

I read your DNA like Dead Sea Scrolls,
Kryptonian scripture says you bleed when the spectrum folds.
I’ve beaten Darkseid with contingencies stacked,
You get mind-controlled every time someone snaps.

Tower of Babel—I wrote your obituary,
Encrypted in fail-safes, ethical sobriety.
I don’t trust gods who hear prayers in stereo,
I trust plans that survive when the universe goes burial.

You’re raised on a farm with a Midwestern myth,
I was raised by loss and a city of fists.
You inherit hope—I manufacture fear,
That’s why criminals whisper when I appear.


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Superman :

You mistake paranoia for wisdom, Bruce,
Calling trauma a virtue don’t make it truth.
You’re a man screaming “control” at the void,
I’m restraint—power proven by what I avoid.

I hear heartbeats across hemispheres,
Feel tectonic guilt when the planet fears.
You guard one city like it’s all that exists,
I carry worlds on my back like Atlas with fists.

You call prep time faith—I call it obsession,
You worship contingency, I live with intention.
I could end this fight in a picosecond flat,
But I choose mercy—that’s a god you can’t hack.

I’ve died for ideals you only simulate,
Held reality together at the edge of the gate.
When the multiverse cracks and the timelines scream,
I’m the constant—you’re a conditional dream.

I outlived Doomsday, rewrote fate’s law,
You lost Robins and still think pain makes you raw.
You see monsters everywhere, even in me,
That’s projection, not vision—that’s your tragedy.

You confuse cynicism with clarity,
Calling isolation “moral parity.”
I’ve held infinity and still stayed kind,
You held one child’s grave and froze your mind.

I’m not luck—I’m choice, every second restrained,
A god who refuses the crown I could claim.
You fear what I could be, not what I am,
That says more about Gotham than about the man.

You talk contingencies like they’re sacred text,
But your endgame’s always “what breaks him next?”
I rebuild what you’re too afraid to trust,
Because someone has to believe we’re more than dust.

I hear prayers from worlds you’ve never mapped,
Still show up smiling—shoulders intact.
You hide in caves, surrounded by screens,
I stand in daylight and face what it means.

When the universe asks why it deserves to live,
You answer with fists—I answer with give.
You’re the proof that pain can sharpen the blade,
I’m the proof that power doesn’t have to degrade.