Webs & One For All (Deku vs Miles Morales)

Two kids from the dirt now reppin’ the flame,

Jumped off fate just to etch their name.

Heroes clash from two separate worlds,

One swings webs, one smashes curls!

I’m the symbol of hope, straight from UA’s halls,

Wit' that One For All power, I’m breakin' all laws.

Mee-door-ee-ya Ess-zoo-koo, that name rings pride,

While you swing through your verse, I’m savin' all lives.

I go Plus Ultra, it's carved in my soul,

You got drip, but I’ve been through a villain-filled scroll.

You fight in the Spider-Verse, fractured at best—

I'm holdin' the weight of my class on my chest.

You're a glitch in your world, a dimensional twist,

I’m a prodigy shaped by fate and a fist.

While your city’s cartoonish, my battles get raw,

Bak-u-go’s rage trained me—respect that awe.

You’re webbin’ and swingin’, I’m breakin’ through stone,

Every quirk I’ve awakened gets felt in the bone.

You got venom inside, but I handle sim-bee-oat stress,

I faced Shiggy and lived—I adapt to the test.

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It’s Miles in the booth, with that venomous touch,

You’re cryin’ through trauma—man, you talk too much.

I lost my own Peter, stepped into the thread,

You’re still tryna live up to All Might’s tread.

I’m Spider-Man proper, with a culture of soul,

You just cry when your arms lose a little control.

You got quirks on quirks, still can't top this beat,

I drop rhymes like graffiti on NYC streets.

You're Mee-door-ee-ya? Please. Sound like a sneeze,

I got rhythm and bounce, you just sob on your knees.

My mask reps the boroughs, my stance is proud,

You're a fanboy in tights, buried under the crowd.

I glitch and I spark, ‘cause I bend all space,

You break bones on a punch, I just bend time and place.

You tried to go Ultra—that mode ain’t new,

I was born for the storm—Brooklyn made me true.

I trained in the mud, broke limbs for the crown,

You vibe to a beat while your city burns down.

Uncle turned villain? Please, that’s old news,

Shiggy wiped towns while you dodged fake crews.

I got quirks stacked up like a cheat code scroll,

Blackwhip to your chest — now you're losin' control.

You swing through trains, I charge through armies,

I face death daily, you dance in hoodies calmly.

Try me again, and I’ll show you the rage,

Of a boy with no power who rewrote the page.

You're animated style, I’m legacy-built,

Got blood on my gloves and pain in my guilt.

Yo, respect to your grind, but your world’s too stiff,

You fight for applause — I swing for the rift.

I paint with my punches, graffiti with kicks,

You monologue trauma while I remix tricks.

I died and came back, rewrote the design,

Spider-Verse raised me, your show’s in decline.

They call me the glitch? Nah, I’m the code,

You a bootleg hero with plot overload.

All Might's lil fanboy, can't lie, it's cute,

But I got venom that’ll fry your suit.

From Brooklyn to galaxies, I stand on my own,

You’re the ninth in a line — I was born full-grown.

From quirks to webs, we clash, no chill,

Hearts of gold, but we go for the kill.

Different streets, same rise from pain,

Legacy or glitch — we still play the game.