[Intro: Spoken Word]

Welcome to the North, where the pines lean low,

Skoob and Ag, ready for a lyrical blow!

Grab your popcorn, let the battles begin,

In the heart of Maine, only one will win!

[Verse 1: Skoob]

Yo, I step in the booth like I'm carving the frost,

Skoob on my chest, man, I’m never lost!

A master of the flow, and I’m bringing the heat,

While Ag's stuck in his lane—man, check your beat!

[Pre-Chorus: Ag]

Whoa, hold up! You think you reign supreme?

Like a ghost in the woods, I’m chopping your dream!

Got my rhymes tucked tight like a compass in the snow,

Spit so cold, I’m the King of the flow!

[Verse 2: Skoob]

Nice try, Ag, but you can’t match the style,

When I drop these bars, man, you’re stuck in denial!

Like lobsters in a pot, I’m the catch of the day,

You’re just the side dish, boy, just put it away!

[Trap Break: Beat Drops]

[Heavy bass thumping, eerie synth in the backdrop]

[Verse 3: Ag]

Skoob, your rhymes are like a moose on the loose,

Stumbling and mumbling, what’s your excuse?

I got the brains of a scholar, streets in my bones,

Flip the script, man, you’re just stuck on your phones.

[Hook: Call & Response]

(Everyone!) Who's got the sound?

(Skoob!) Who's breaking ground?

(Ag!) Who’s winning this round?

(Both!) Maine's raw and unbound!

[Build-Up: Instrumental crescendo]

[Snare rolls, tension mounting, crowd cheering]

[Verse 4: Skoob]

You think you got the plan? Just check the forecast,

Riding these vibes, I’m a lyrical blast!

Under the stars, Maine’s moon is a witness,

While you’re lost in the woods, I’m the business!

[Verse 5: Ag]

You call it business, I’ll call it a game,

Maine’s not just pine trees, boy, it’s fame!

With every line I spit, the crowd's getting loud,

You can try to compete, but I wear the crown!

[Freestyle: Skoob]

Skrrt, skrrt, I’m the freight train rolling,

Each bar’s a brick, in this rap, I’m scolding!

Like the rivers that flow, I’m smooth and I’m steady,

Stand back, Ag, I’m heavy like confetti!

[Spoken Word: Ag]

Now we’re at the end, let’s raise a toast,

To the battles we waged, we’re the hosts!

[Fade-Out: Both]

Maine’s got the fire, the heart, and the soul,

In this rap game, always look for the gold!

(Skoob, Ag, we’re always in control)

(Just two hip-hop kings, we’re breaking the mold!)

[Outro: Echoes of the crowd, fading music]

Who wins, who knows? Just feel the flow...

Maine’s rap scene continues to grow!

[End]