Whatever, just raps to eachother, don't need official judges, times, rules, whatever. Just battle eachother.

Someone start it off?

Yesterday at six, rap music blaring so loud
Easy on the steeze, high up on the clouds
I never rapped this much, with this special touch
the way im acting its that time of the month
a flow flowing like satan, even my mother hatin
I mostly ride blanks, never rode a Bacon

:D

My flow's incredible but not animated like pixar,
Jay's mom is still amazed about how long my d*ck are,
She's got the pictures uploaded on her flickr,
She can't wait to meet me again, so I can lick her,
Cause' my name's bustedbearings,
I'd like you to stop staring,
F*ck it I'm non caring,
My flow's dangerous and daring,
When I was done with Ms. Santos,
She smelt like pickled herring...

What!

God you guys suck...

I'm so icey I know you wanna fight me,
Because I took your girl and made her my wifey,
I fuc*ed that bit*h and I did it rightly,
Now she want my **** daily and nightly,
Damn son I got her on lock like a closed door,
And I get more pussy then you could hope for,
It's a constant fight just like a dope war,
And you smoke green but I smoke more,
You better watch your girl or I'll take her,
I'll smoke you up like a joint paper,
Your girl came to me I didn't make her,
And if she's bad I'll have to spank her,

Freestyle yo haha

God you guys suck...

I'm so icey I know you wanna fight me,
Because I took your girl and made her my wifey,
I fuc*ed that bit*h and I did it rightly,
Now she want my **** daily and nightly,
Damn son I got her on lock like a closed door,
And I get more pussy then you could hope for,
It's a constant fight just like a dope war,
And you smoke green but I smoke more,
You better watch your girl or I'll take her,
I'll smoke you up like a joint paper,
Your girl came to me I didn't make her,
And if she's bad I'll have to spank her,

Freestyle yo haha

Ah nice nice. =]

traffic, traffic.
lookin for my chapstick.
feeling kinda car sick.
Theres a Ford Maverick!

God you guys suck...

I'm so icey I know you wanna fight me,
Because I took your girl and made her my wifey,
I fuc*ed that bit*h and I did it rightly,
Now she want my **** daily and nightly,
Damn son I got her on lock like a closed door,
And I get more pussy then you could hope for,
It's a constant fight just like a dope war,
And you smoke green but I smoke more,
You better watch your girl or I'll take her,
I'll smoke you up like a joint paper,
Your girl came to me I didn't make her,
And if she's bad I'll have to spank her,

Freestyle yo haha

I don't understand a damn word you just said,
I'd rather be anywhere than reading sh*t in this thread,
Except mine, I'm the only one worth not being dead,
So give me a minute to spit, I'm almost done getting head,
Getting paid, while your 'wifey' gets laid,
I might let her live but killing is the way she gets played,
You could leave, but you'll be wishing you stayed,
Cause' I'm the best on this site, everyone else needs to get MADE
And I'm referencing MTV, that's the trick to my trade,
You'll wind up on Life of Ryan jerking Kane off for days,
You're World isn't Real, Even Tila Tequila would say,
your shot is over, now get the f*ck out the way.

Next?

ooooooooooooo. you got SERVED!

So give me a minute to spit, I'm almost done getting head,

You fail for putting this in your rap 40 Cent.

I don't understand a damn word you just said,
I'd rather be anywhere than reading sh*t in this thread,
Except mine, I'm the only one worth not being dead,
So give me a minute to spit, I'm almost done getting head,
Getting paid, while your 'wifey' gets laid,
I might let her live but killing is the way she gets played,
You could leave, but you'll be wishing you stayed,
Cause' I'm the best on this site, everyone else needs to get MADE
And I'm referencing MTV, that's the trick to my trade,
You'll wind up on Life of Ryan jerking Kane off for days,
You're World isn't Real, Even Tila Tequila would say,
your shot is over, now get the f*ck out the way.

Next?
Yo gangsta..

ohohohoh owned you.

Yo yo xXSkater14Xxs a gangster,
More like a maggot,
Trying to be emo,
Just look like a little fag*ot,
But I guess that's how it is when you get turned on by Bob Saget,

http://web.cornell.edu/studentblogs/ben/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/sagetphoto04b.jpg

Ohhhh shhhhiiiiiitttt.

damn!!!!!!!!!
treated.^^^

Yo yo xXSkater14Xxs a gangster,
More like a maggot,
Trying to be emo,
Just look like a little fag*ot,
But I guess that's how it is when you get turned on by Bob Saget,

http://web.cornell.edu/studentblogs/ben/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/sagetphoto04b.jpg

Ohhhh shhhhiiiiiitttt.

Woah man, stop hatin' on quadruple x
Just cuz he gets more triple x
Yah just mad that you got served
You had your chance let bb's take his turn.
So don't go after quad x for voicein' his opinion.
Maybe you should come back with some new s*** and stop *****in'
What if he does like Bob Saget
It's not as bad as havin' a 1 inch gadget

yo yo i got your back...
eww, its your crack...

:D

yo yo i got your back...
eww, its your crack...

:D

Now I'm embarrassed that I helped you. =/

rofl. im getting a record deal with a rap producer, thingy. yeah im a gangsta.

You fail for putting this in your rap 40 Cent.

Baller is upset because he can't write for ****... Say something to me that rhymes mudda ****a

This thread is a joke
Everyone knows I'm the best of you blokes
I'm the crown king-ster
yes I made up that word
but you can't say anything when I'm lovin' your girl
Yes my rhymes may be generic
Hell they're simple at that
but can't compare them
to your useless crap
*Throws up gangsign naruto jutsu handsign*

Of course I'm joking, real rap sounds better and have a deeper meaning.

yo yo guys, yall cant rap,
just sittin here itchin my crack
i no my ryhmin skills are wack
but none yall f**kas can spit,
damn i gots to leave a ***t

This thread is a joke
Everyone knows I'm the best of you blokes
I'm the crown king-ster
yes I made up that word
but you can't say anything when I'm lovin' your girl
Yes my rhymes may be generic
Hell they're simple at that
but can't compare them
to your useless crap
*Throws up gangsign naruto jutsu handsign*

Of course I'm joking, real rap sounds better and have a deeper meaning.

Ya rap makes no sense like another language
Do you need a bandage for that ego bruisa?
Or would it be better if I kissed it to make it betta?
You can't just go and make of new words in a spit.
That's like gone all Mary Poppins on this ****.
Supercalifrachulisticexpaldosious.
Are you serious?
Steppin' into this thread tryna' take over the world?
Why are raps always about stealin' a guys girl?
What if she's a hoe?
What if I dont love her?
You can have her.
I can't belive you just put up a jutsu sign in this thread
Go back to your anime poophead
Just get outta this thread
Before I do something stupid
Like put a gun to my head and pull the trigga


Yo

Ya rap makes no sense like another language
Do you need a bandage for that ego bruisa?
Or would it be better if I kissed it to make it betta?
You can't just go and make of new words in a spit.
That's like gone all Mary Poppins on this ****.
Supercalifrachulisticexpaldosious.
Are you serious?
Steppin' into this thread tryna' take over the world?
Why are raps always about stealin' a guys girl?
What if she's a hoe?
What if I dont love her?
You can have her.
Just get outta this thread
Before I do something stupid
Like put a gun to my head and pull the trigga
Daaayuuumn, Imma go into hiding for about one year then start my career over. I got surved.

whats up sephanie
how you doin' today
89 cents is what were gonna pay
say hello to bobby hes in the backseat
steph give me somethin big, wit a bunch of beef
89 cent cheesy double beef burito
why pay more, thats big and cheap
yo so heres what we do
i want one, you want one two?
( i forgot my wallet)
( i gotta spot you?)
( yeah u gotta spot me)
( whatever)
this is a jam


i love taco bell :)

Daaayuuumn, Imma go into hiding for about one year then start my career over. I got surved.

It's ok, Im Kr3wDude59, would did you expect?

Ok might as well do a freestlye so its going to jump around subject to subject of what ever comes to my head

You don't want beef with this crazy kid
I'll put out my nine and straight peel your lid
Im only here to show you all how it should be done
At the end of the thread you can look back and say damn Ibanez won
Im way to active to be the cafe lurk
I'll walk up to you and say hit the dirt and leave you and your whole crew murked
I spit so quick and my mouth is so dirty even people in China can say they heard me
I'll go toe to toe with all you knuckle heads
Don't forget Im Ibanez and I'll drop you like you were made of lead




Not one of my better freestyles but I need a beat to really get into it.

Ok might as well do a freestlye so its going to jump around subject to subject of what ever comes to my head

You don't want beef with this crazy kid
I'll put out my nine and straight peel your lid
Im only here to show you all how it should be done
At the end of the thread you can look back and say damn Ibanez won
Im way to active to be the cafe lurk
I'll walk up to you and say hit the dirt and leave you and your whole crew murked
I spit so quick and my mouth is so dirty even people in China can say they heard me
I'll go toe to toe with all you knuckle heads
Don't forget Im Ibanez and I'll drop you like you were made of lead




Not one of my better freestyles but I need a beat to really get into it.

Now that was pretty good but now its my turn
A 13 year old takin on a legend.
The World
He's one shot to prove his worth
Or end up kneeling to Ibanez and kissin the dirt.
Holdin' his ground
Not bein' pushed down
Now its time for Him to begin
What if I do wanna mess with this crazy kid?
He's gunna pull out his nine a peel my lid?
I can't wait to show him my kung-fu grip.
He's nothing without a gun.
He's just like how the governments run.
Sold out like F!F!C!
He means nothing to me
Just another spitter, in this thread of 3.
So what chu gon do?
The sickest kid took you
Are you gunna spit some more?
Or are you runnin' to your apartment floor

Now that was pretty good but now its my turn
A 13 year old takin on a legend.
Holdin' his ground
Not bein' pushed down
Now its time for Him to begin
What if I do wanna mess with this crazy kid?
He's gunna pull out his nine a peel my lid?
I can't wait to show him my kung-fu grip.
He's nothing without a gun.
He's just like how the governments run.
Sold out like F!F!C!
He means nothing to me
Just another spitter, in this thread of 3.
So what chu gon do?
The sickest kid took you
Are you gunna spit some more?
Or are you ready to get back to war?

Im not a legend just the best thats ever done this
You can take my gun I'll still have you on the run
Theres nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, cause the next stop is your last ride
Time to pay the reaper of rap its to late now cause your in the trap
I call the trap the danger zone so call your boys so you won't die alone
On your head I place my mark, so you better be in when it gets dark
In the game of rap its sink and drown theres no chance for you to live as long as Im still around
My final words are ones you should remember "Im more ruthless without my finger on the trigger"

I guess this is what happens when I step out for a newport, I really didn't think you would reply as fast you did.

Im not a legend just the best thats ever done this
You can take my gun I'll still have you on the run
Theres nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, cause the next stop is your last ride
Time to pay the reaper of rap its to late now cause your in the trap
I call the trap the danger zone so call your boys so you won't die alone
On your head I place my mark, so you better be in when it gets dark
In the game of rap its sink and drown theres no chance for you to live as long as Im still around
My final words are ones you should remember "Im more ruthless without my finger on the trigger"

I guess this is what happens when I step out for a newport, I really didn't think you would reply as fast you did.

Man, I'm as fast as they come. And man, I don't fear the reaper.
Fine go ahead kill me you better think deeper.
Your more ruthless without the trigga
I dont care if I'm dead I'm still gone get cha
And I noticed you said "So I don't die alone"
Hell Yeah!
I'm takin you down
Past the underground.
You set a trap on me
You thought you could outsmart me?
Fudge no, I stay cooler than Ice Tea.
Calm, steady. Ready to kill.
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm ready to thrill.
Don't step on me, you better step off
I might just destory you when the beat is off
I dont need this thread to show im the king
You already know that *ring-ring*
Go answer the phone
It's me
2 a.m. rainin'
I'm drainin' you of everything
So say good by to this world and to your arse
Cuz i'm takin you with me to the stars

Later man. Bed

look, i know what y'all are thinkin'
"this mug has way more rhymes than i"

well, even though its true
doesnt mean it sticks like glue
i may spit, i may rhyme
but im still the one that climbs
all over your dumbasses
i skip from 5 to 10 while you still on 2
i mean, damn man, weeni the pooh
can spit better than you

This thread is ROFLCOPTOR soisoisoisoi xD

Ya'll are trippin sonnnn

TO ALL YOU F***ERS
haha

oi cuz these fellas tryna spit it
tryna get *ussy? you aware of your own cli**?
bunch of b*tches-
think they can rock this
how bout me rockin your chick
thats right
im a knock up your chick
talking bout how small your **** is
she talks about your "lack of advantage"
cant please a hoe without being able to manage
40 pounds of meat
i aint even gonna try n see
hold up whats this i detect
your girl aint gettin tight-that ***** is getting erect
is she some type of man... i guess?
have you seen what the hell is under that dress...
i pulled it up the f uck is that a penis?
AH CUz
get your wifey and go
if this is marriage of course
get this on the roll
****-
where the **** is it leg(ol)?
coz if this is Ballers wifey
and if they make that bed rock
its like instantaneous motion of two premature cocks...

now ima start gettin this *****es mom
i seen her in the red light district with that xxx large thong
pulled up to my car and was like "what can i get for you and your friends"
im like ***** first of stop talking-thats some foul breath...
please take a step back please be on your way
i aint for ugly milfs with **** mouth taste
and i sped off
with seeing that ***** n the mirr-a
starting running my way nigga i put that in fourth gear-a

so to end this with courtesy
ima be polite
just make sure you know where your girl is at tonight....

(just for the record fellas im straight haha weeerd)

Man, I'm as fast as they come. And man, I don't fear the reaper.
Fine go ahead kill me you better think deeper.
Your more ruthless without the trigga
I dont care if I'm dead I'm still gone get cha
And I noticed you said "So I don't die alone"
Hell Yeah!
I'm takin you down
Past the underground.
You set a trap on me
You thought you could outsmart me?
Fudge no, I stay cooler than Ice Tea.
Calm, steady. Ready to kill.
I got my eyes on the prize and I'm ready to thrill.
Don't step on me, you better step off
I might just destory you when the beat is off
I dont need this thread to show im the king
You already know that *ring-ring*
Go answer the phone
It's me
2 a.m. rainin'
I'm drainin' you of everything
So say good by to this world and to your arse
Cuz i'm takin you with me to the stars

Later man. Bed

You don't understand a single thing that I say
Death is the end and not just a break
Once your in the trap you stay in the trap, you die in the trap so theres no coming back
As stated before Im the reaper of rap
You say your calm, your steady, and your ready to kill
Well Ive been dead, went to hell, but I was sent back here
I'll answer the call and listen to what you say
Hang up, turn off the lights and finish my beer
Sitting in the dark waiting for you to get me
2 hours have past now its 15 half past 3
Are you coming after me or did you go to sleep?
If your not coming here then I have to go there
When I see you, thats where I'll leave you, and when I leave you thats where you'll stay
Lets see how cool ice tea can be in laying out in this mid summer heat in the streets
So cancel the trip for 2 to the stars, I messed the plane cause I was busy picking up girls at the bar.

I still don't understand what's said to me,
it's crystal what I'm spittin',
And I ain't talking about amphetamines.
Even though my mouth is so dirty,
orbit gum couldn't clean it up,
Your rhymes are so flaccid,
viagra couldn't wake them up,
You know I'm great to spit to ya',
I'm tryin' to stop dissin' ya,
But Bragas' on my **** so much,
I'm sure I caught Clamitiea,
The only spittin' Bragas does is after I come around,
That's why before I made this thread,
Bragas didn't make a sound.
I can't remeber the lost time I last a battle,
You ******s talk more herd than a **** of cattle.

what?

I still don't understand what's said to me,
it's crystal what I'm spittin',
And I ain't talking about amphetamines.
Even though my mouth is so dirty,
orbit gum couldn't clean it up,
Your rhymes are so flaccid,
viagra couldn't wake them up,
You know I'm great to spit to ya',
I'm tryin' to stop dissin' ya,
But Bragas' on my **** so much,
I'm sure I caught Clamitiea,
The only spittin' Bragas does is after I come around,
That's why before I made this thread,
Bragas didn't make a sound.
I can't remeber the lost time I last a battle,
You ******s talk more herd than a **** of cattle.

what?



This nigga spent bout 60 minutes typing up rececled rhymes
the cost of condoms in deh machine ima buy
put the dime into the dispensas
get my goods and break...off to break dat ass
bout the time stds bound to transmit
hes still been typing this
from these whores to the suckas that done whore em
to bustedcrackas, these niggas acting feminine
talking bout
who you did and where you done it-dis gossip
what nigga the last place id want my mouth is around your ****
so please
save yourself the embarassment
and zip up your pants...keep that on the DL
in fact the the only place you gon come is all over your ****ing self.

y'all e-thugs and e-mcs
none of y'll can freakin e-touch me
i got ya on lock and ate the key
***** please
i;ll smoke you like i smoke trees
bow down, *****, on your knees
some hit men charge for a killin
but i just killed ya for frees

you pokemon master and smelly G's
My lip so large it spreads like cheese
Grilled cheese! Suck these!
No humping your mom in case of leprosy
Its a kitty! Look at it silly
Wasted 5 seconds, you coulda had a V8
but instead your girl came and she ate
My wee wee, it was dark so you cant see me
Your boring, sold my soul to TV!


WTF

Ay yo,
See if I want I can rap with an SA accent
Cause it accents what you lack kid,
You flip bricks is that a fact *****?
Then I switch back to my regular voice
If this wasn't 'Unoffical Rap Battle'
Them judges wouldn't even have a choice
Cause this a contest between real men and little boys
*****, little boys experimenting with their mother's sex toys.
Got ya'll backing up like, 'how'd he know that that ain't fair'
Call ya momma up she bust in your room like,
'Honey, that dildo doesn't go there!'
And I'm back busting off the top of the dome
Don't roll on chrome but I'm a little crazy so
Sometimes I think - scratch that - I know, I'm God
And it's odd, people never remember
That it's not the size of the dog in the fight
But the size of the fight in the dog
*****, if I ever get around to pressing a disc
You'd never be on it, even if you're standing on it.

Haha what up what up.

Bragas hit me up, long time no talk.

~Christian

You don't understand a single thing that I say
Death is the end and not just a break
Once your in the trap you stay in the trap, you die in the trap so theres no coming back
As stated before Im the reaper of rap
You say your calm, your steady, and your ready to kill
Well Ive been dead, went to hell, but I was sent back here
I'll answer the call and listen to what you say
Hang up, turn off the lights and finish my beer

Sitting in the dark waiting for you to get me
2 hours have past now its 15 half past 3
Are you coming after me or did you go to sleep?
If your not coming here then I have to go there
When I see you, thats where I'll leave you, and when I leave you thats where you'll stay
Lets see how cool ice tea can be in laying out in this mid summer heat in the streets
So cancel the trip for 2 to the stars, I messed the plane cause I was busy picking up girls at the bar.


You act like sucha thug, well ya not
You prolly haven't even killed a cop
How bout your put away your writtens and spit back
Now I'm on the attack.
I told you I was going to bed so dont hate
Since were both dead I'll see you at the pearly gates
Now I'm the reaper of rap
All I hear when you rap is yap yap yap
So be quite, no one wants to hear you you bum
Go back and listen to your Barry Manilow album

http://manoloshoeblog.com/images/berrybear.jpg

As you can see, I dont have to kill you,
Your such a bore
Thats what the cigs are for.
Wasten' money just to look cool
Well it doesn't, it lowers your ghetto value and makes you a fool
I've called you out
Killed you
Called you back so I could do it again
That wasn't God who called you back, it was me, a demon.

You act like sucha thug, well ya not
You prolly haven't even killed a cop
How bout your put away your writtens and spit back
Now I'm on the attack.
I told you I was going to bed so dont hate
Since were both dead I'll see you at the pearly gates
Now I'm the reaper of rap
All I hear when you rap is yap yap yap
So be quite, no one wants to hear you you bum
Go back and listen to your Barry Manilow album

http://manoloshoeblog.com/images/berrybear.jpg

As you can see, I dont have to kill you,
Your such a bore
Thats what the cigs are for.
Wasten' money just to look cool
Well it doesn't, it lowers your ghetto value and makes you a fool
I've called you out
Killed you
Called you back so I could do it again
That wasn't God who called you back, it was me, a demon.

Alright right now Im goin to turn the script
Because just when I skate I **** to flip
Alright yeah you had to go to bed
Bet it took you awhile without a book being read
I was out following a late night tip getting full off Crown and Gin
So sorry I couldn't tuck your tired ass in
I can't really say I never shot a cop
Cause when they see who they pulled over they split their own wigs off top
I guess its time for me to spill the beans
Bob Marley shot the sheiff and I was the one that shot the deputy
I go crazy and psycho more then John Rambo
So say HELLO to my little friend like Scarface cause in your lines got no taste
Its not a nine or a shotgun but a mutha****in cannon to help you learn your place
Time is money and money is time I must have wasted $800 rapping with your behind
So you claim to be the new reaper of rap? When since I look like Ja Rule I guess I have to clap back
How can you be a demon come on man WAKE UP stop dreaming
You couldn't even be Dennis the Menace, for ****s sake man you couldn't raise more hell then Ronald's friend Grimace
You think I smoke to be cool? Im so iced out I can't feel my toes, get back to me in the summer so you can see me make it snow
You know maybe I can get down and listen to some Barry Manilow
Sadly your more nerdy then Carlton but you both love to dance to Tom Jones!
I would post a picture of your washed up idol but I don't want your mom walking in while you get a full bone
Its not unusual for Ibanez to come back this hard
You find it happens all the time
But it should be a crime to try to go ryhme for ryhme
I don't blame you if you want to die
Tought luck but you lost you little guy
At least you can say you tried!







To be honest me and Krew could go at this all year cause we find something in each others rap to make a good come back.

Alright right now Im goin to turn the script
Because just when I skate I **** to flip
Alright yeah you had to go to bed
Bet it took you awhile without a book being read
I was out following a late night tip getting full off Crown and Gin
So sorry I couldn't tuck your tired ass in
I can't really say I never shot a cop
Cause when they see who they pulled over they split their own wigs off top
I guess its time for me to spill the beans
Bob Marley shot the sheiff and I was the one that shot the deputy
I go crazy and psycho more then John Rambo
So say HELLO to my little friend like Scarface cause in your lines got no taste
Its not a nine or a shotgun but a mutha****in cannon to help you learn your place
Time is money and money is time I must have wasted $800 rapping with your behind
So you claim to be the new reaper of rap? When since I look like Ja Rule I guess I have to clap back
How can you be a demon come on man WAKE UP stop dreaming
You couldn't even be Dennis the Menace, for ****s sake man you couldn't raise more hell then Ronald's friend Grimace
You think I smoke to be cool? Im so iced out I can't feel my toes, get back to me in the summer so you can see me make it snow
You know maybe I can get down and listen to some Barry Manilow
Sadly your more nerdy then Carlton but you both love to dance to Tom Jones!
I would post a picture of your washed up idol but I don't want your mom walking in while you get a full bone
Its not unusual for Ibanez to come back this hard
You find it happens all the time
But it should be a crime to try to go ryhme for ryhme
I don't blame you if you want to die
Tought luck but you lost you little guy
At least you can say you tried!







To be honest me and Krew could go at this all year cause we find something in each others rap to make a good come back.

I thought about backing down, I thought about quitting but I've decided I'm gonna try something I'll brb
Merging doublepost
Alright right now Im goin to turn the script
Because just when I skate I **** to flip
Alright yeah you had to go to bed
Bet it took you awhile without a book being read
I was out following a late night tip getting full off Crown and Gin
So sorry I couldn't tuck your tired ass in
I can't really say I never shot a cop
Cause when they see who they pulled over they split their own wigs off top
I guess its time for me to spill the beans
Bob Marley shot the sheiff and I was the one that shot the deputy
I go crazy and psycho more then John Rambo
So say HELLO to my little friend like Scarface cause in your lines got no taste
Its not a nine or a shotgun but a mutha****in cannon to help you learn your place
Time is money and money is time I must have wasted $800 rapping with your behind
So you claim to be the new reaper of rap? When since I look like Ja Rule I guess I have to clap back
How can you be a demon come on man WAKE UP stop dreaming
You couldn't even be Dennis the Menace, for ****s sake man you couldn't raise more hell then Ronald's friend Grimace
You think I smoke to be cool? Im so iced out I can't feel my toes, get back to me in the summer so you can see me make it snow
You know maybe I can get down and listen to some Barry Manilow
Sadly your more nerdy then Carlton but you both love to dance to Tom Jones!
I would post a picture of your washed up idol but I don't want your mom walking in while you get a full bone
Its not unusual for Ibanez to come back this hard
You find it happens all the time
But it should be a crime to try to go ryhme for ryhme
I don't blame you if you want to die
Tought luck but you lost you little guy
At least you can say you tried!







To be honest me and Krew could go at this all year cause we find something in each others rap to make a good come back.


To be honest man I've stalken' this thread all day waitin' for you to respond
And it was worth the wait cuz it was the ghettoest thing I'd ever saw'd.

Did you know that Stallon is only 5'8
What a gangsta?
Man, I thought were straight.
Yeah you shot the deputy
Big deal, I could kill the whole damn dept. and get away with ease.
Not get caught, slip away on my yacht.
The reason that you didn't get away is cuz you "to iced"
Cant feel ya feet.
Or maybe just you just got cold feet and accepted defeat.
Turn yahself in like your gunna get a better deal.
It wasn't a surprised that you squeled.
Got out 5 years later for good behavior.
Try'd walkin' back into the hood.
Nobody was in the mood.
Shot you up and then your bit*h ass sued.
If you wanna show me your little friend that's kinda gay
But whatever man the government says it ok.
Do you always do what the government says?
I thought you were ghetto, like eating candy outta peez.
You spit like you think 800 is nothin'.
That's not what your last employment check said.
It's not unusual for kr3wdude59 to come back that hard.
But when you diss Carlton, your leavin' with a scar.
So sorry, I'm back in action, still got the lead.
I feel bad for you, gettin' beat by some1 who's thirteen.


Thanks brah, that thing at the end was really cool of you.

I thought about backing down, I thought about quitting but I've decided I'm gonna try something I'll brb
Merging doublepost



To be honest man I've stalken' this thread all day waitin' for you to respond
And it was worth the wait cuz it was the ghettoest thing I'd ever saw'd.

Did you know that Stallon is only 5'8
What a gangsta?
Man, I thought were straight.
Yeah you shot the deputy
Big deal, I could kill the whole damn dept. and get away with ease.
Not get caught, slip away on my yacht.
The reason that you didn't get away is cuz you "to iced"
Cant feel ya feet.
Or maybe just you just got cold feet and accepted defeat.
Turn yahself in like your gunna get a better deal.
It wasn't a surprised that you squeled.
Got out 5 years later for good behavior.
Try'd walkin' back into the hood.
Nobody was in the mood.
Shot you up and then your bit*h ass sued.
If you wanna show me your little friend that's kinda gay
But whatever man the government says it ok.
Do you always do what the government says?
I thought you were ghetto, like eating candy outta peez.
You spit like you think 800 is nothin'.
That's not what your last employment check said.
It's not unusual for kr3wdude59 to come back that hard.
But when you diss Carlton, your leavin' with a scar.
So sorry, I'm back in action, still got the lead.
I feel bad for you, gettin' beat by some1 who's thirteen.


Thanks brah, that thing at the end was really cool of you.

I could give a damn if hes 5 8
You got something in common I bet thats your weight
Your just all talk, all talk, and somemore of it
How people in my hood going blast me even if they did I bounce right back like a spring
They can shoot me be but Im like Pac I'll come back and be more of a menice to the block then I was before I got popped
I got just 1 little question whats the deal with you using my name like a miscommunication getting shot for being a snitch man you better use that kung fu grip
Catch yourself before trip on your words or better yet use that yacht and sail the **** out of herre
As I said Bob shot the sheiff and I shot the deputy how are police going stop me all they can do is watch me get away smooth now whose afraid of the boys in blue?
I could never be shock or froze dead in my tracks how can jakes make me scared to bust lead back?
Yeah I'll show my little friend, he got a split personality his name is smith and the other named westen he make people regret saying they the best
Government is right its okay read the number 2 "right to bare arms" so now Im gunning for you.



Sorta a slump but Im more focused on getting these beats done, next one will be better.

This nigga spent bout 60 minutes typing up rececled rhymes
the cost of condoms in deh machine ima buy
put the dime into the dispensas
get my goods and break...off to break dat ass
bout the time stds bound to transmit
hes still been typing this
from these whores to the suckas that done whore em
to bustedcrackas, these niggas acting feminine
talking bout
who you did and where you done it-dis gossip
what nigga the last place id want my mouth is around your ****
so please
save yourself the embarassment
and zip up your pants...keep that on the DL
in fact the the only place you gon come is all over your ****ing self.


It's understandable why I stand to you,
I spit fast, past my facemask,
like I'm mother****ing Hannibal..
But I don't eat my victims,
So I spit them out,
Just like Bragas,
the last time I was in your mouth..
You can't admit, you's a *****,
Talking ****,
You're rhymes confuse me,
like the spaces in mine filled with asterisks..
I'm a cracka? *****..
I'm a nigga, too?
That's what you said in your last rhyme,
didn't you...
You can't see me, like my name's John Cena,
I'm so amused by the words you use,
I'm upside down laughing, like a ****ing hyena...
no children on this thread can take me,
in a battle i mean-a...

ok so these are the first two freestyles i did any suggestion on how I can improve?

please remember these are just rudimentary writings and no im not interested in hearing any racial bias

well im the one and only choker and im no joke, so let's go ahead and clear up the smoke, first of all im not the worst of all rappers, im not a hyphy snapper, i just happend to be in the right place, with the right pace and state of mind, giving my raps intelligent design, it's relavent cause im the only one like this, might this be right will see, I come to you live in mp3 or cd, so this is how it started,my raps departed from these actors raps and these beliefs that you have to be black cause its a sad fact most people expect respect to come from a check so inspect what you listen to real rap is unconditional, rap can come from anywhere thats liveable, so remember to be cirtical not liberal, im like a samurai and my swords lyrical, the way i rhyme to the beat is a miracle,


I have no intention for redemption, must I mention my intention to be a force greater than intercourse of course the force flows through me,theres nothing you can do to me you see im to strong to be wrong and to right to be tight, ideas tight like a virgin, I go into primal rage you'll need a surgeon, bullets go through ya I knew ya was a big mouth and a porsche of course test and me ill burn your cord got mad and take out the hoards in warcraft and when im finished it's gonna be a bloodbath, the after math minus a few bodies clickety click with my digital shotty godfather like gotti plotter like the unibombmer and don't think to bring your armour

I could give a damn if hes 5 8
You got something in common I bet thats your weight
Your just all talk, all talk, and somemore of it
How people in my hood going blast me even if they did I bounce right back like a spring
They can shoot me be but Im like Pac I'll come back and be more of a menice to the block then I was before I got popped
I got just 1 little question whats the deal with you using my name like a miscommunication getting shot for being a snitch man you better use that kung fu grip
Catch yourself before trip on your words or better yet use that yacht and sail the **** out of herre
As I said Bob shot the sheiff and I shot the deputy how are police going stop me all they can do is watch me get away smooth now whose afraid of the boys in blue?
I could never be shock or froze dead in my tracks how can jakes make me scared to bust lead back?
Yeah I'll show my little friend, he got a split personality his name is smith and the other named westen he make people regret saying they the best
Government is right its okay read the number 2 "right to bare arms" so now Im gunning for you.



Sorta a slump but Im more focused on getting these beats done, next one will be better.




There is no next one, I win =P

yo yo yo


my name is joe

your mom's a hoe

i like apples

your mom's **** snapples

fo shizzle mah rizzle in the nizzle fizzle kizzle, yah DIZZLE?

as a teenager im a good skater im used to haters who try to get on my nerves, throwing **** saying **** they get what they deserve and no need for alarma what gets them is karma so i don;t care what they do i don't listen to them or there weak ass crew, you know the type say there in a gang with glocks when last year they used to be jocks listening to rock with punk slang this year there knocking wu-tang trying to hang with the real people i know were supposed to be equal but your never treated me the same, you act like this is life and threaten people with a knife for not beliving you

There is no next one, I win =P

How can you call it over like that and say you win? In the real streets who calls it off loses, the only way you can cut while ahead is if you die or the person you beef with dies, the only loop hole in it is Biggie vs Pac. Pac was the only one that made beef songs about Biggie and Pac died before Biggie did.

I'll wait for your reply while I bled on one of the beats I made.

It's understandable why I stand to you,
I spit fast, past my facemask,
like I'm mother****ing Hannibal..
But I don't eat my victims,
So I spit them out,
Just like Bragas,
the last time I was in your mouth..
You can't admit, you's a *****,
Talking ****,
You're rhymes confuse me,
like the spaces in mine filled with asterisks..
I'm a cracka? *****..
I'm a nigga, too?
That's what you said in your last rhyme,
didn't you...
You can't see me, like my name's John Cena,
I'm so amused by the words you use,
I'm upside down laughing, like a ****ing hyena...
no children on this thread can take me,
in a battle i mean-a...

niggas, crackas we all blood and bone
im picking at your skin cause ima EAT you whole
YEH I EAT UP MY VICTIMS
Im a ****king CANNIBUL
Im a ****king beastly-ANIMUUUL
i'll tear you to bits and shreddds
make that last for lunch dinner and my morning breakfeessst
ah nig...
i peel off that skin like i peel off a banana
then i guzzle dem fluids like a case of jack daniaals
unh
den i pop out your arms from their ligaments
and feed on that meat like its some popeyes chicken
yeh nigg you taste like some chicken-
cheeeken and beer
and you fear me like headlights shining ona deer
or headlights on prostitute steering her near
still greased up and BATTERED
from that mother ****ker JACK Daniels
unh
you some ***** ass coppa
tryna cop my shiit
but aint no bustedfella gonna do it like d-diiis like dis
i could be a five foot away target and you still gonna miss
i could be some pudding and youd still choke on it
but you best be sure your number one on my hitlist
and once i get your ass it gon be mine foreva biiitch
i own your disgraceful ass and you refer to me as PIMP
you aint gonna get your fixins till you get me dat dolla thick
so you best get down to sumbittance and tuck in dat dickk
you ****ing *****, you ****ing prick
you aint even gonna win you can top bragas
i aint gonna let you have it understand this kidd
you ****ing trick, you ****ing pig
******ts belong on street corners and the las vegas strip.

Damn, all the raps in this thread are for the round file
Blind fools feeling for miles but never found style
Two lines of mines rise high as peaks aside these dog piles
Rage fires on your wet match, crates of vinyl to your limewire
Y'all don't know jazz from Kenny G or soul from Timberlake
Turntables from a hard drive or a guitar from a rake
Rhymin' curses in lazy limericks does not hip hop make
When ya mama jokes and phallus brags went out before your birthdate
Rudy Ray Moore killed that ish before y'all had teeth to chew steak
Don't know the half, the path, the plates, or the quintessential breaks
Still tryin' to go Dolemite and ad hominem berate
Bound to slam, going for big sets and can't even skate

Damn, all the raps in this thread are for the round file
Blind fools feeling for miles but never found style
Two lines of mines rise high as peaks aside these dog piles
Rage fires on your wet match, crates of vinyl to your limewire
Y'all don't know jazz from Kenny G or soul from Timberlake
Turntables from a hard drive or a guitar from a rake
Rhymin' curses in lazy limericks does not hip hop make
When ya mama jokes and phallus brags went out before your birthdate
Rudy Ray Moore killed that ish before y'all had teeth to chew steak
Don't know the half, the path, the plates, or the quintessential breaks
Still tryin' to go Dolemite and ad hominem berate
Bound to slam, going for big sets and can't even skate

Damn....!

niggas, crackas we all blood and bone
im picking at your skin cause ima EAT you whole
YEH I EAT UP MY VICTIMS
Im a ****king CANNIBUL
Im a ****king beastly-ANIMUUUL
i'll tear you to bits and shreddds
make that last for lunch dinner and my morning breakfeessst
ah nig...
i peel off that skin like i peel off a banana
then i guzzle dem fluids like a case of jack daniaals
unh
den i pop out your arms from their ligaments
and feed on that meat like its some popeyes chicken
yeh nigg you taste like some chicken-
cheeeken and beer
and you fear me like headlights shining ona deer
or headlights on prostitute steering her near
still greased up and BATTERED
from that mother ****ker JACK Daniels
unh
you some ***** ass coppa
tryna cop my shiit
but aint no bustedfella gonna do it like d-diiis like dis
i could be a five foot away target and you still gonna miss
i could be some pudding and youd still choke on it
but you best be sure your number one on my hitlist
and once i get your ass it gon be mine foreva biiitch
i own your disgraceful ass and you refer to me as PIMP
you aint gonna get your fixins till you get me dat dolla thick
so you best get down to sumbittance and tuck in dat dickk
you ****ing *****, you ****ing prick
you aint even gonna win you can top bragas
i aint gonna let you have it understand this kidd
you ****ing trick, you ****ing pig
******ts belong on street corners and the las vegas strip.

You got that shiit switched, trick please...
I'm Cannibal, you're my biitch like Clarice.
I'm your teacher, you failed these...
These raps, they're growing mold like old cheese,
My flow is old-school like furby's.
Cause' your foundation isn't sturdy,
You can't hold a candle to me,
Motherf***r, You're not worthy.
Don't hate because I'm great,
You know your shiit is fake,
I'll leave your ass bloody,
like a plate after a steak...

You got that shiit switched, trick please...
I'm Cannibal, you're my biitch like Clarice.
I'm your teacher, you failed these...
These raps, they're growing mold like old cheese,
My flow is old-school like furby's.
Cause' your foundation isn't sturdy,
You can't hold a candle to me,
Motherf***r, You're not worthy.
Don't hate because I'm great,
You know your shiit is fake,
I'll leave your ass bloody,
like a plate after a steak...


Listen to yourself-
you cant spit a rhyme
as a mattaa a fact you cant even spit a decent shoe shine!
so best sit back and hand me the mic.
who the **** you tryna sike?
playa cant kid me into thinkking you ight...
your **** is loose-****a it aint tight
unh
you choking on them steak bites
im stabbing your sides with the steak knife
im that butcha cutting you inside
you the ***** getting nickles, pennies, and dimes?
WHAT?
i got this switched?
nah motha ****a you the derrty trick.
you aint no teacha your a ****ing ditz...
you spit like 4.5 lines talking bull****...
nigga did you even read my rhymes?
ah just quit...no need to reply
this aint gonna go anywhere.
im on the top busting over 1000 degrees temperature
you stuck at cold busting 0 degree weather
but you aint cool
nigga
your just a fool nigguh
but im smooth like butta
on bread
your like a margarine-whore-a fake filthy slut
that just spread.

Listen to yourself-
you cant spit a rhyme
as a mattaa a fact you cant even spit a decent shoe shine!
so best sit back and hand me the mic.
who the **** you tryna sike?
playa cant kid me into thinkking you ight...
your **** is loose-****a it aint tight
unh
you choking on them steak bites
im stabbing your sides with the steak knife
im that butcha cutting you inside
you the ***** getting nickles, pennies, and dimes?
WHAT?
i got this switched?
nah motha ****a you the derrty trick.
you aint no teacha your a ****ing ditz...
you spit like 4.5 lines talking bull****...
nigga did you even read my rhymes?
ah just quit...no need to reply
this aint gonna go anywhere.
im on the top busting over 1000 degrees temperature
you stuck at cold busting 0 degree weather
but you aint cool
nigga
your just a fool nigguh
but im smooth like butta
on bread
your like a margarine-whore-a fake filthy slut
that just spread.

I'll kill you in ya sleep, call me Freddy Kreuger,
Cause' I'm all up in ya head, like a brain tumor,


Anyone who walks in my path, man I pity them,
Cause I murder MC's in one line with an idiom,
Bragas, think your Mims, cause you're hot, like weather?
I'm hardcore... you're soft like down feathers,
You got a steak knife, that's weak g,
On My Right,
My Hands covered in blades like Wolverine or Freddy,
On My Left,
I'm like Jason Voorhees, weilding a machetti,
My flow is so steady,
When I rap you're not ready,
I'm grown, you're imature like Veronica or Betty,
I don't talk ****, but I **** words,
In my toilet you can see lyrics in my turds,

Gotta go to work, this isn't a finished one though...

cuzzz
yall is wack
i dont gotcha back
please dont come back
before i make my gun go crack!


jk. this is a great thread!

I'll kill you in ya sleep, call me Freddy Kreuger,
Cause' I'm all up in ya head, like a brain tumor,


Anyone who walks in my path, man I pity them,
Cause I murder MC's in one line with an idiom,
Bragas, think your Mims, cause you're hot, like weather?
I'm hardcore... you're soft like down feathers,
You got a steak knife, that's weak g,
On My Right,
My Hands covered in blades like Wolverine or Freddy,
On My Left,
I'm like Jason Voorhees, weilding a machetti,
My flow is so steady,
When I rap you're not ready,
I'm grown, you're imature like Veronica or Betty,
I don't talk ****, but I **** words,
In my toilet you can see lyrics in my turds,

Gotta go to work, this isn't a finished one though...

I'm wasting brain cells spittin words with you
Its like you dont even comprehend what i say completley through.
Skipping words cuz?
Skipping verbs cuz?
Skipping herds cuz-
Skipping dert cuz.
Concrete verse my rhymes are solid.
Your ****s repeated, wacked out-retarded...
Get the playground beat with 5 years old in kindergarten
Playing jump rope, skipping down roads-But where you end-I'm just startin
Your like a grade school chump thinking your hard
Your king of what? Dem monkey bars?
I stuff you with feathers and get you like freddy
leave you screaming MERCY as I cut you with my machete
Tryna come to me-nah kid your not ready
I'll send you to the principal with your actin up behavior
As for me? Damn right-Music Is My Savior.

I'm wasting brain cells spittin words with you
Its like you dont even comprehend what i say completley through.
Skipping words cuz?
Skipping verbs cuz?
Skipping herds cuz-
Skipping dert cuz.
Concrete verse my rhymes are solid.
Your ****s repeated, wacked out-retarded...
Get the playground beat with 5 years old in kindergarten
Playing jump rope, skipping down roads-But where you end-I'm just startin
Your like a grade school chump thinking your hard
Your king of what? Dem monkey bars?
I stuff you with feathers and get you like freddy
leave you screaming MERCY as I cut you with my machete
Tryna come to me-nah kid your not ready
I'll send you to the principal with your actin up behavior
As for me? Damn right-Music Is My Savior.

Dude, I kinda wanna battle someone else, this is getting old, I'm sure you want to battle other people too, how do we finish this you want me to spit again?

word broo
that or im totally beating your ass :O

haha but yeh no need to type a follow up
sall good

aightn ima set this off

im a psycho with a gyro-scope
going into the gynocologyst suite
so i can get absolute with puss/
i like to find a slit witch, my d!ick fits
and hit chicks... for a quick fix/
and thats the phat pen!is
ya raps ah blasphemis
ya ass just cant see this as im blastin past venus
so dont even pretend to
im turnin out this wack venu
i re-shape you and i bend you
i can take you and them to
to the dark side side where i send you
im bout to end you
i blast grenades, and blow away ya wack sherades
and i maskerade with a faster blade
all you bastards slay'd

and im out.

word broo
that or im totally beating your ass :O

haha but yeh no need to type a follow up
sall good

No, I just think this whole continuous battle is getting played out and I want to battle someone else, but just for that I'll spit tomorrow night, hella late here and I work from noon to 6pm my time tomorrow... NIGHT

whats up with this thread, all this bull **** smack
im just making **** up, pulling it outa my ass crack
all these dudes talking about beef and cheese burgers
and talking about taking chicks who arent even hers
im confused and my brain is blazing
this rap fully sick ****s making me crazy
i dont even like rap i like metal and punk rock
not white chocolate dudes and chicks sucking c***


peace



first thingo^^^

you pull it out your ass crack i didn't know you liked it like that
if i was you i wouldn't be spitting cause im about to lay down a lyrical ass kicking
i use quicken and adobe so you know me and my computer skills and i can use it to pay bills
all you do is spill word into quick reply and call it rap don't try that again were not having that, in fact why don't you quit pulling **** out ya ass because this is hardcore work
punk rock please you been on your knees to long sucking white choclate dudes who call themselves rappers when they got attitude then I bust into the building and impale him on the ceiling once i hit you with these lyrics you'll have no feeling but death and you'll be screaming cause i left you alive and went through the front door, the only metal i know is mics and in between rapping i use it to strangle dikes cause you know im not getting any, and don't worry about paying for this beating cause rhymes i got plenty

im spittin into the air
my words catch in the particles of dust
i reddened the skies with my poetic flight
the clouds have become drunk.
ive questioned this life-unequal unfair.
and concluded that this is a must.
we cant be equal.
we cant live just-
lives.
when greed, and ignorance is on the rise.
the greed of person.
so selfish and personal
the lies the deception
the cries the rejection?
but circles.
cycles.
this life has been lived.
there is nothing new to give.
your tears have been cried.
we are only promised one thing.-to die

let it go.
let it go.
in the winds of the sky
in the air that we breath
through the tears that we cry
the salt preserves life.
the water creates life.
the plants absorbs the suns rays.
and our children suffer because of our mistakes.

but im spittin through air.
my words they change nothing.
it is only YOU...
only you can do something.

im spittin into the air
my words catch in the particles of dust
i reddened the skies with my poetic flight
the clouds have become drunk.
ive questioned this life-unequal unfair.
and concluded that this is a must.
we cant be equal.
we cant live just-
lives.
when greed, and ignorance is on the rise.
the greed of person.
so selfish and personal
the lies the deception
the cries the rejection?
but circles.
cycles.
this life has been lived.
there is nothing new to give.
your tears have been cried.
we are only promised one thing.-to die

let it go.
let it go.
in the winds of the sky
in the air that we breath
through the tears that we cry
the salt preserves life.
the water creates life.
the plants absorbs the suns rays.
and our children suffer because of our mistakes.

but im spittin through air.
my words they change nothing.
it is only YOU...
only you can do something.

If you're half as weak as your rhymes,
then you're f'd in the a,
this **** might not be southpark,
but there's not much left to to say,
you've got no flow, no game to ya name,
and I'm like security cams, I catch every frame,
but in slow motion, I take a sip of the potion,
and while you were working on that rhyme I rubbed ya ***** down with lotion,
I'm like a criminal, my mind state is irate,
and I've got a reputation for making lesbians straight,
and when you get the mic you try to spit out hate,
but I've already done it, ya too late.
And I could go on about you spittin out wack,
and how you like a turtle turned up on its back,
but I've got a sense of pride and I give you some slack,
because when you were an infant, you probably got smacked.
Atleast I hope you've got an excuse, for your lack of understanding the beat,
it was sounding like you were getting ready to battle backstreet

you niggas can't spit, you ain't lyrically up to par,
it ain't need to be dark for you ta know imma star.
you thinkin' you from the hood, you ain't from atl.
nigga i am a beast, i am a mac to your dell.
let me set the record straight, hata you participate,
three girls with me like i'm goin' on elimi-date.
i got nothin' to lose, got nothin' to prove,
might as well beef with ya, nothin' better to do.

[i never, ever would say nigga in person haha, just e-battles yo :P]

If you're half as weak as your rhymes,
then you're f'd in the a,
this **** might not be southpark,
but there's not much left to to say,
you've got no flow, no game to ya name,
and I'm like security cams, I catch every frame,
but in slow motion, I take a sip of the potion,
and while you were working on that rhyme I rubbed ya ***** down with lotion,
I'm like a criminal, my mind state is irate,
and I've got a reputation for making lesbians straight,
and when you get the mic you try to spit out hate,
but I've already done it, ya too late.
And I could go on about you spittin out wack,
and how you like a turtle turned up on its back,
but I've got a sense of pride and I give you some slack,
because when you were an infant, you probably got smacked.
Atleast I hope you've got an excuse, for your lack of understanding the beat,
it was sounding like you were getting ready to battle backstreet


this bruh attacks words im spitting through air?
words im spittin for relief cause motha ****as like him-seem to be unaware.
open your eyes and breath this life for what it is...
so much more than words...bruh come on actually live.
i could say get off the computer but id be a hypocrite.
either way-youd still be a little *****.
connecting words out of thesaurus?
im connecting bridges to cross and stitch...
through these needles and threads-im the talent kid.
im defining the pathways you follow inch by inch
im emphazing the new and old testemants.
unh
you've got a reputation for wasting time simple fact.
i aint know one lesbian that lent you her ass.
i know some males that let you expireriment...
ah nig
back up keep your distance...
i dont go for males that aint sure of their sexualiy
so best keep far far away from me!
dont violate me cuz-not in that sense
i demand equal the uptmost respect!
but see MY flow is of the complicated intraspect.
i dont mess with repeated lines- i aint one youd expect.
i crack the sidewalks with my poetic dialect.
i supply the coke fix...and the stubble rocks on the pavement.
i'm that itch-
junkies cant seem to resist
that high is undeniable
-caked with powder on donuts

similar to my rhyme style-its like detataching your junk...
your manhood, your dignity all that is ****ed!
i stripped it from you cold,
bruh just pack on home!

hah
see my reach cant be contained-
now you callin out mercy-you callin out my name
i reached top and im adding on the fame
aint no one been able to match up-your efforts are in vain.

this bruh attacks words im spitting through air?
words im spittin for relief cause motha ****as like him-seem to be unaware.
open your eyes and breath this life for what it is...
so much more than words...bruh come on actually live.
i could say get off the computer but id be a hypocrite.
either way-youd still be a little *****.
connecting words out of thesaurus?
im connecting bridges to cross and stitch...
through these needles and threads-im the talent kid.
im defining the pathways you follow inch by inch
im emphazing the new and old testemants.
unh
you've got a reputation for wasting time simple fact.
i aint know one lesbian that lent you her ass.
i know some males that let you expireriment...
ah nig
back up keep your distance...
i dont go for males that aint sure of their sexualiy
so best keep far far away from me!
dont violate me cuz-not in that sense
i demand equal the uptmost respect!
but see MY flow is of the complicated intraspect.
i dont mess with repeated lines- i aint one youd expect.
i crack the sidewalks with my poetic dialect.
i supply the coke fix...and the stubble rocks on the pavement.
i'm that itch-
junkies cant seem to resist
that high is undeniable
-caked with powder on donuts

similar to my rhyme style-its like detataching your junk...
your manhood, your dignity all that is ****ed!
i stripped it from you cold,
bruh just pack on home!

hah
see my reach cant be contained-
now you callin out mercy-you callin out my name
i reached top and im adding on the fame
aint no one been able to match up-your efforts are in vain.

Nigga you got less flow than a dried up creek,
and I'm on plateaus that you'll never seek,
because ya too low,
your click tries to hide in the shadow,
but when I'm on the mic I'm makin' stages glow,
break him,
I'll break ya set,
get off the track like jets,
and when I'm in the city I'm like vegas bets,
I'm stackin' paper like a f***in' xerox lets,
and I could fly around the world and ya girl still be wet,
Now I hate to bring ya weak steez in this ****,
but you keep bringin up all this about you're street legit,
you're more fake than the dealer pushing half ass rip,
or the wannabe thug dressed in red who cries crip,
because ya rhymes so weak, they're making no one slip
You wanna call me gay? Go ahead and get wishin,
I'm a shark over here, nigga keep fishin,
you're about to reel something ya ass can't handle,
spit another verse I'll burn ya body like a candle
Merging doublepost
you niggas can't spit, you ain't lyrically up to par,
it ain't need to be dark for you ta know imma star.
you thinkin' you from the hood, you ain't from atl.
nigga i am a beast, i am a mac to your dell.
let me set the record straight, hata you participate,
three girls with me like i'm goin' on elimi-date.
i got nothin' to lose, got nothin' to prove,
might as well beef with ya, nothin' better to do.

[i never, ever would say nigga in person haha, just e-battles yo :P]

I'm so damn hood I've atlanta on my back,
another A on my chest, just in case I get clapped,
so you'll all know where I rep when I die,
and best believe Imma rep in the sky,
you say that you're beast? Nigga you straight wack,
You live in the east, but the south where it at.
Down here I've got 45's on the side of me,
and not just because it was said by T.I.P.,
but that's the south for ya,
dirty as it gets,
and down here we've got gangsta like you'll never forget.
Ya say you've got *****es? Keep them away from us then,
or you'll lose all three and go home busted.
There's playas down here who'll scrape your pride with a machette,
so best stay up there where ya at, ya not ready

Nigga you got less flow than a dried up creek,
and I'm on plateaus that you'll never seek,
because ya too low,
your click tries to hide in the shadow,
but when I'm on the mic I'm makin' stages glow,
break him,
I'll break ya set,
get off the track like jets,
and when I'm in the city I'm like vegas bets,
I'm stackin' paper like a f***in' xerox lets,
and I could fly around the world and ya girl still be wet,
Now I hate to bring ya weak steez in this ****,
but you keep bringin up all this about you're street legit,
you're more fake than the dealer pushing half ass rip,
or the wannabe thug dressed in red who cries crip,
because ya rhymes so weak, they're making no one slip
You wanna call me gay? Go ahead and get wishin,
I'm a shark over here, nigga keep fishin,
you're about to reel something ya ass can't handle,
spit another verse I'll burn ya body like a candle
Merging doublepost


I'm so damn hood I've atlanta on my back,
another A on my chest, just in case I get clapped,
so you'll all know where I rep when I die,
and best believe Imma rep in the sky,
you say that you're beast? Nigga you straight wack,
You live in the east, but the south where it at.
Down here I've got 45's on the side of me,
and not just because it was said by T.I.P.,
but that's the south for ya,
dirty as it gets,
and down here we've got gangsta like you'll never forget.
Ya say you've got *****es? Keep them away from us then,
or you'll lose all three and go home busted.
There's playas down here who'll scrape your pride with a machette,
so best stay up there where ya at, ya not ready
I'll respond tomorrow, but that verse was pretty hot gotta say haha.

Went ahead and clicked this thread again
Hoping for improvement
Instead I read these stagnant rhymes
Devoid of any movement
Cerebral cortex lacks the context
To even contest much less fade
Regrettable sex broke latex
Before your pops could be spayed
Your very voice upon this station
Just pollutes the population
Out of patience with you vagrants
Cease the verbal abominations
Talk all that trash about guns
Murder and killing and the like
'Cause ain't none of y'all got a snowball's chance in hell
On the mic...

Went ahead and clicked this thread again
Hoping for improvement
Instead I read these stagnant rhymes
Devoid of any movement
Cerebral cortex lacks the context
To even contest much less fade
Regrettable sex broke latex
Before your pops could be spayed
Your very voice upon this station
Just pollutes the population
Out of patience with you vagrants
Cease the verbal abominations
Talk all that trash about guns
Murder and killing and the like
'Cause ain't none of y'all got a snowball's chance in hell
On the mic...


Speak to the victims-
the weakened,the disabled.
the handicapped children-expressing views influenced by cable
the media portrays such bias and sway...
ignorance among the broadcasts lead the citizens away
to follow the blind senses-
and speak words with no defenses
leaving open wounds
for bullets and lead crevices
the victims-now dead-no longer exist
steaming and boiling with chemical infused blood
intoxications, the "polluted" mind doused with drugs
weakened is our generation
the slackas, the laziness, the bums
waste of creation
but from the womb MORE babies come...
the answer...
in our fates
can't be held in these internet rhymes.
the end is coming near-only in due time.

Merging doublepost
Nigga you got less flow than a dried up creek,
and I'm on plateaus that you'll never seek,
because ya too low,
your click tries to hide in the shadow,
but when I'm on the mic I'm makin' stages glow,
break him,
I'll break ya set,
get off the track like jets,
and when I'm in the city I'm like vegas bets,
I'm stackin' paper like a f***in' xerox lets,
and I could fly around the world and ya girl still be wet,
Now I hate to bring ya weak steez in this ****,
but you keep bringin up all this about you're street legit,
you're more fake than the dealer pushing half ass rip,
or the wannabe thug dressed in red who cries crip,
because ya rhymes so weak, they're making no one slip
You wanna call me gay? Go ahead and get wishin,
I'm a shark over here, nigga keep fishin,
you're about to reel something ya ass can't handle,
spit another verse I'll burn ya body like a candle




your style and connections are just plain out wack
you attack my personal flow as if your bout to get hacked
but ill leave you sliced and diced
like a shredded piece of meat
have you beggin likee please...
BITC H get on your ****ing knees
tenderize your flesh
as the water from my lips
drips...drips...drips
onto your pounded skiiin
ah nig i can get reall violent
i dont need to get sexual to leave you stripped

talking about my flow...
nigga get the **** out
you picking bones with me...
but you aint saying nothing out loud.
just whispers to my ear...
they linger at the rims.
im beginning to get annoyed so i hang you by the limbs
bruh your so used up an dried i clip you with dese clothes pins
have you on that string...dangling like a *****

your style and connections are just plain out wack
you attack my personal flow as if your bout to get hacked
but ill leave you sliced and diced
like a shredded piece of meat
have you beggin likee please...
BITC H get on your ****ing knees
tenderize your flesh
as the water from my lips
drips...drips...drips
onto your pounded skiiin
ah nig i can get reall violent
i dont need to get sexual to leave you stripped

talking about my flow...
nigga get the **** out
you picking bones with me...
but you aint saying nothing out loud.
just whispers to my ear...
they linger at the rims.
im beginning to get annoyed so i hang you by the limbs
bruh your so used up an dried i clip you with dese clothes pins
have you on that string...dangling like a *****


damn lil shawty, starting to get so cold,
I thought it couldn't get worse, then you spit that bold,
most niggas wouldn't say, or would say it under their breath,
hoping that people would be mistaken that he had something left,
because you're hinting that you've got something evil like theft,
and that you'll burn so brutal, my ears will go deaf,
when really scrapin' his mind for any lines he didn't use last beat,
but they can all tell he's dry as Georgia in the summer time heat,
and luckily, I'll never see ya ass on my streets,
or I'd break a couple limbs and leave the rest of ya meat,
to the dogs that protect trap houses from police,
and I don't wanna get personal, I've already said,
but you knockin' everyones lyrics, so I've gotta go on ahead,
and leave you lyrically dead, or atleast decapitated,
nigga that rhyme so hot, even you apprecitate it

damn lil shawty, starting to get so cold,
I thought it couldn't get worse, then you spit that bold,
most niggas wouldn't say, or would say it under their breath,
hoping that people would be mistaken that he had something left,
because you're hinting that you've got something evil like theft,
and that you'll burn so brutal, my ears will go deaf,
when really scrapin' his mind for any lines he didn't use last beat,
but they can all tell he's dry as Georgia in the summer time heat,
and luckily, I'll never see ya ass on my streets,
or I'd break a couple limbs and leave the rest of ya meat,
to the dogs that protect trap houses from police,
and I don't wanna get personal, I've already said,
but you knockin' everyones lyrics, so I've gotta go on ahead,
and leave you lyrically dead, or atleast decapitated,
nigga that rhyme so hot, even you apprecitate it

hah a
your rhymes knock doors
but no answers so it seems...
my rhymes knock up *****es-babies concieved
i give life, unto thee...the answer in these-
rhymes-i deliver-yours just sound like pleas
talking about streets
cause thats my kingdom come.
i seen you on my streets -nig yo ass just run.
like a coward... as the sirens scream
i had my fair shair of run ins with the police
but id like to keep the peace-
i dont go waving guns-
to innocent citizens-
you pulling on that junk- like a scared ass schizophrenic-
bullets fly from this ****a ATL heading down towards me
starting this...this imaginary beef.
like homeless hungry bums and their dreams.
like dogs with naked bones been draggin on that leash
yehh i feed the needy
i thrive on the greed.
i get mine nigga
then i just leave.
dont go talking head...starting beef with the innocent
you start up again-nigga i'll just c- ock it

hah a
your rhymes knock doors
but no answers so it seems...
my rhymes knock up *****es-babies concieved
i give life, unto thee...the answer in these-
rhymes-i deliver-yours just sound like pleas
talking about streets
cause thats my kingdom come.
i seen you on my streets -nig yo ass just run.
like a coward... as the sirens scream
i had my fair shair of run ins with the police
but id like to keep the peace-
i dont go waving guns-
to innocent citizens-
you pulling on that junk- like a scared ass schizophrenic-
bullets fly from this ****a ATL heading down towards me
starting this...this imaginary beef.
like homeless hungry bums and their dreams.
like dogs with naked bones been draggin on that leash
yehh i feed the needy
i thrive on the greed.
i get mine nigga
then i just leave.
dont go talking head...starting beef with the innocent
you start up again-nigga i'll just c- ock it

Imaginary beef?
nigga this usda approved,
I spit a couple lines,
and left ya head removed,
I could've tied you to a noose, or split ya limbs from the corpse,
but I simply took ya body to the house ya call yours,
and the look i saw on ya poor mothas face,
when she saw her son's body shredded to mere waste,
and I told her, I just put the fake ***** in his place,
and how we indy cars here, and he tried to rat race,
But ya skills, they still lackin',
I don't see it changin,
like the dog in a cage,
no matter how it's ragin',
it'll never bite the throat of the one who puts his hand,
because when he snaps out he remembers he's still canned,
and I love how you act like i attacked an innocent man,
and If i told you the truth, I'd probably get banned,
you came in a rap battle thread and expect no challenge,
well you didn't but one up, so I guess I'll just manage,
I should've found a nigga with atleast self respect,
and not a ***** nigga who's already wrecked
Merging doublepost
Went ahead and clicked this thread again
Hoping for improvement
Instead I read these stagnant rhymes
Devoid of any movement
Cerebral cortex lacks the context
To even contest much less fade
Regrettable sex broke latex
Before your pops could be spayed
Your very voice upon this station
Just pollutes the population
Out of patience with you vagrants
Cease the verbal abominations
Talk all that trash about guns
Murder and killing and the like
'Cause ain't none of y'all got a snowball's chance in hell
On the mic...

Acting like an edge and cold heart makes an m.c.,
but listen to a nigga with a street p.h.d.,
it takes more than attitude and confidence to spit hot,
best believe it took years of hard work on the block,
and hours writing fire to my pencil burned dots,
into the paper a series of black burned spots,
before I started to break niggas with the words of my rhymes,
and now everytime a ****** starts to get outta they line,
and challenge a real mc to battle his with mind,
I have confidence that I'll leave him broken in the streets,
wondering how a nigga can be cold as dry ice on the beats,
or how he got embarassed, when he seemed so hype,
keep practicin in ya room bud, ya rhymes not right,

Imaginary beef?
nigga this usda approved,
I spit a couple lines,
and left ya head removed,
I could've tied you to a noose, or split ya limbs from the corpse,
but I simply took ya body to the house ya call yours,
and the look i saw on ya poor mothas face,
when she saw her son's body shredded to mere waste,
and I told her, I just put the fake ***** in his place,
and how we indy cars here, and he tried to rat race,
But ya skills, they still lackin',
I don't see it changin,
like the dog in a cage,
no matter how it's ragin',
it'll never bite the throat of the one who puts his hand,
because when he snaps out he remembers he's still canned,
and I love how you act like i attacked an innocent man,
and If i told you the truth, I'd probably get banned,
you came in a rap battle thread and expect no challenge,
well you didn't but one up, so I guess I'll just manage,
I should've found a nigga with atleast self respect,
and not a ***** nigga who's already wrecked

ah cuz you must have me mistaken once again
should of pointed out that im not a man
real talk cuz i dont posess any "meat"
nah cuz but i earn my respect on the street.
and ive done my fair share of beatings
ive done things to *****es to send me to the penitary
broken jaws with my fists
smoked dope like a pimp
passing lines like scarface-crushed that up rich nig
yeh im WRECKED
i can twist yer ****ing neck
then in the same instant
smoke a little cigarette
im non chalent with my business
its all in a days work
matta a fact the other day i just hired yo girl
now she working corners
unfortunatle may have to get fired
tell me every man she ****ed payed her under 25 dollars...
her skills they lackin-
your rhymes aint challenging-
so best have eachother-and practice getting laid out on the matress
ya cuz ive gon and layed you out again-and im going out strong
nigga this time its ovas dont even type me up a response

dont go talking about family
cause they aint one to deal
i payed your girl a dime- just to cop a feel

Speak to the victims-
the weakened,the disabled.
the handicapped children-expressing views influenced by cable
the media portrays such bias and sway...
ignorance among the broadcasts lead the citizens away
to follow the blind senses-
and speak words with no defenses
leaving open wounds
for bullets and lead crevices
the victims-now dead-no longer exist
steaming and boiling with chemical infused blood
intoxications, the "polluted" mind doused with drugs
weakened is our generation
the slackas, the laziness, the bums
waste of creation
but from the womb MORE babies come...
the answer...
in our fates
can't be held in these internet rhymes.
the end is coming near-only in due time.


I can dig it.


Acting like an edge and cold heart makes an m.c.,
but listen to a nigga with a street p.h.d.,
it takes more than attitude and confidence to spit hot,
best believe it took years of hard work on the block,
and hours writing fire to my pencil burned dots,
into the paper a series of black burned spots,
before I started to break niggas with the words of my rhymes,
and now everytime a ****** starts to get outta they line,
and challenge a real mc to battle his with mind,
I have confidence that I'll leave him broken in the streets,
wondering how a nigga can be cold as dry ice on the beats,
or how he got embarassed, when he seemed so hype,
keep practicin in ya room bud, ya rhymes not right,

Slightly better but still fettered to unrealistic claims
Take this lesson as a blessin' as you go down in flames
Skater's Cafe's about as street as a trip to the mall
Keystrokin' your ego behind your keyboard doesn't phase me at all
You're flogging artifacts and blabbing tired phrases galore
Ain't had an original thought yet, your whole style is a bore
Cookie cutter stuff and violent bluffs and borrowed ideas
Churned out from the factory, rap's version of Ikea
While my roots run from Ellington to Marley to James Brown
From Run DMC to Madlib, from swing to get down
From the jump it's been sound that I've found profound
Thumb through stacks of jazz and reggae to soul by the pound
It's more than just the block or the ave I've been around
I'm more old school, more hip hop, you're bound to get clowned

Slightly better but still fettered to unrealistic claims
Take this lesson as a blessin' as you go down in flames
Skater's Cafe's about as street as a trip to the mall
Keystrokin' your ego behind your keyboard doesn't phase me at all
You're flogging artifacts and blabbing tired phrases galore
Ain't had an original thought yet, your whole style is a bore
Cookie cutter stuff and violent bluffs and borrowed ideas
Churned out from the factory, rap's version of Ikea
While my roots run from Ellington to Marley to James Brown
From Run DMC to Madlib, from swing to get down
From the jump it's been sound that I've found profound
Thumb through stacks of jazz and reggae to soul by the pound
It's more than just the block or the ave I've been around
I'm more old school, more hip hop, you're bound to get clowned



il kill this kid for entertainment
im ill wit spits yo where ya brains went?
is that them on the pavement?
save ya statement, cus i hates when
a fake win, i brakes limbs and makes him
spin, i escaped sin
by the hair on the satans, chin
im patient wen
ya test this, cus im the bestest
son, stressless as they come
when um, hangin
bangin in ya eardrum
fee fi fo fum, got fangs'n im fearsome
droppin crumbs witch numbs ya equilibrium
and serabelum, im holy like jerusalum
put holes up in ya crews for fun
ahhh,. :icon_peac

You come across like some brain damaged kid who skipped his meds
Can't connect two thoughts, connect the dots, I bet you wet the bed
So just bounce and see your counselor your brain needs re-aligning
You're rhyming words just to rhyme them while I'm beautifully designing

ok now hold on a second.

ah cuz you must have me mistaken once again
should of pointed out that im not a man
real talk cuz i dont posess any "meat"
nah cuz but i earn my respect on the street.
and ive done my fair share of beatings
ive done things to *****es to send me to the penitary
broken jaws with my fists
smoked dope like a pimp
passing lines like scarface-crushed that up rich nig
yeh im WRECKED
i can twist yer ****ing neck
then in the same instant
smoke a little cigarette
im non chalent with my business
its all in a days work
matta a fact the other day i just hired yo girl
now she working corners
unfortunatle may have to get fired
tell me every man she ****ed payed her under 25 dollars...
her skills they lackin-
your rhymes aint challenging-
so best have eachother-and practice getting laid out on the matress
ya cuz ive gon and layed you out again-and im going out strong
nigga this time its ovas dont even type me up a response

dont go talking about family
cause they aint one to deal
i payed your girl a dime- just to cop a feel


you must have me mistaken,
***** my girl got class,
and it take more than dimes,
to get ya hands on that ass,
it takes more game,
than you'll ever possess,
and I'll leave you useless, but don't stress,
nevertheless,
I knew by your lyrics, you couldn't a been a dude,
your rhymes straight blew, not to be rude,
you soundin like a dike,
got a wannabe man attitude.
I wouldn't of battled if i knew you were a chick,
I shouldn't have wasted my time,
but it sure was done quick.
You're rhymes are so weak, I can't say it enough,
but of course you'll spit another verse tryna sound tough

you must have me mistaken,
***** my girl got class,
and it take more than dimes,
to get ya hands on that ass,
it takes more game,
than you'll ever possess,
and I'll leave you useless, but don't stress,
nevertheless,
I knew by your lyrics, you couldn't a been a dude,
your rhymes straight blew, not to be rude,
you soundin like a dike,
got a wannabe man attitude.
I wouldn't of battled if i knew you were a chick,
I shouldn't have wasted my time,
but it sure was done quick.
You're rhymes are so weak, I can't say it enough,
but of course you'll spit another verse tryna sound tough

predicatable habits you tryna spit
hell ya im more of a man then you wiich ur "****"
you girl got class that she found ina ditch.
where i burried your ass-you ****ing *****-
'tryna' spit tough aint the way i roll
im a mind ****a -brain waves to control
i dont try n do anything-i succeed at the first spin
is that a mans arrogance?-HAHA YES its liiigit confidence...
thats the sinch of the trade
thats the magic in the game
you want to e-battle-
yeh? cause you can hide your face?
talking bout "dyke", "lesbian" i dont answer to those names
but i whistled to your hoe, then i put her in dog chains-
she cums to my doorstep scratchin dem fleas behind-huh...
but not behind her eaRZ, try her vagin-uhhhh
now if shes got dese fleas....you must got em too.
now i bet your both damn proud to have screwed
but i can chopp the mix i can slow it down...
ur A mother****ingg ***** ass...UrA motheeerr****ing clooown.

I can dig it.



Slightly better but still fettered to unrealistic claims
Take this lesson as a blessin' as you go down in flames
Skater's Cafe's about as street as a trip to the mall
Keystrokin' your ego behind your keyboard doesn't phase me at all
You're flogging artifacts and blabbing tired phrases galore
Ain't had an original thought yet, your whole style is a bore
Cookie cutter stuff and violent bluffs and borrowed ideas
Churned out from the factory, rap's version of Ikea
While my roots run from Ellington to Marley to James Brown
From Run DMC to Madlib, from swing to get down
From the jump it's been sound that I've found profound
Thumb through stacks of jazz and reggae to soul by the pound
It's more than just the block or the ave I've been around
I'm more old school, more hip hop, you're bound to get clowned

Nigga i don't cookies, I just cut throat,
and if this is battleship nigga I just sunk yo boat,
you say you've got roots, but I just tipped you over,
without a single weapon needed or a four leaf clover.
Not a single ounce of lucky was used in your destruction,
just a couple ill verses and a twisted mental function,
My mind is skewed, kinda like Charles Manson,
but you seem about as kill as boy band Hanson.
Now you say that my ego is only online power,
but if you see me in the streets, I stand out like the Eiffel Tower.
Ya see I'm a big deal in the underground setting,
I push rocks, handle glocks, and some backdoor betting.
You bring your influences in this, so I'll bring mine soon,
I dig Digital Underground, 9th Wonder, and Black Moon.
I'm not much of a reggae man, but I'll sure do some Marley,
but most people claim to be fans but barely listen to him hardly.
So before you get yourself in a little too deep,
check your references dude, my rhymes run steep

Well, you're no Buckshot but I bet you're about as short
At least you put some effort and thought in this retort
I'm more out to advise than I'm here for the sport
I skateboard, dig tunes, cross chumps up on the court
You claim psycho, slang crap, and blow cash on the dice
Sadistic turn statistic and too soon pay the price
Butterfly and Lady Bug wouldn't say you were nice
What you're mistaking for threats is just friendly advice
Claiming steep rhymes, but you're just on a slippery slope
Best to hope for luck and be sure to duck in order to cope
Or end up in the pen keeping soap on a rope
Or worse yet catch a bullet when they got you on scope

Well, you're no Buckshot but I bet you're about as short
At least you put some effort and thought in this retort
I'm more out to advise than I'm here for the sport
I skateboard, dig tunes, cross chumps up on the court
You claim psycho, slang crap, and blow cash on the dice
Sadistic turn statistic and too soon pay the price
Butterfly and Lady Bug wouldn't say you were nice
What you're mistaking for threats is just friendly advice
Claiming steep rhymes, but you're just on a slippery slope
Best to hope for luck and be sure to duck in order to cope
Or end up in the pen keeping soap on a rope
Or worse yet catch a bullet when they got you on scope

I'm Tony Montana nigga, I'm killin fa fun,
I'll shoot a couple clips, now corpses left in the sun,
Now who got da props? I guess me and Buckshot,
cause we've both got flow enough to make death rot.
Friendly advice? Take that **** and dip out,
or I'll take the vocal chords speakin and rip out.
I guess I'm cold blooded, and you claim it's a mirage,
like I'm a ten year old kid throwin' signs out a dodge,
but I'm real in the streets, cause that's where I session,
and I never dip down, it's no economic recession.
I stay on top like a kings at they thrones,
I get more cash than College grant loans,
I keep 4 bars like a verizon service,
And when it comes to battling, you sound sort of nervous,
take ya 'purer than thou' ****,
and get off the grind,
because you're ****s weak, need I remind,
I've got more street skills, than you'll ever find,
in that fake ass world that you have in your mind.
Soap on a rope? Nigga get out the nursery books,
good thing I've got a good brain to match looks.
But niggas like you still fake as hell,
talk **** about life inside of a cell,
when the closest you'll ever be is locked in some chains,
that your boyfriend hooks to ya, pullin ya ears like reins.

Took a camping vacation and missed this imbecile impersonation
You combine no style with no class in a jackass integration
Wannabe Tony Montana, I channel Carlos Santana
Or Hendrix at Woodstock without acid in my bandana
Back to the streets, kid, chat up some ghetto rats with that, sonny
Maybe there they buy your lame brain fairy tales about money
Rhymes as stupid and played out as Roger & Zapp loops
That puppet Scarface got smoked when he didn't jump through hoops
You got no soul just a hole, no score of dollars will recoup
Dump your runny crap on someone else's lawn to pooperscoop.

Tricks wanna step to me and then they get played cause there b**** played, pullin out a switch blade.
Thats kinda trifle cause that a knife-o AK-47, assualt rifle. Hold that fifty im nifty pow i got a new style "WATCH OUT NOW"
I hate mother******* claimin that there foldin bank.
But steady talkin s**** in the holdin tank. First you wanna step to me;now your a** is screamin for the deputy.

It ain't cool to bite rhymes or plagiarize NWA
Verses by O'Shea written for Dr. Dre
Tagged and bagged and left to stagger back
To Baltimore with that swagger jack

It ain't cool to bite rhymes or plagiarize NWA
Verses by O'Shea written for Dr. Dre
Tagged and bagged and left to stagger back
To Baltimore with that swagger jack
Oh my bad i never knew that you had to make your own rap.

LOL, it's cool.

you know where i'm from?
y'all know the midwest, *****?
like kanye said, midwest is restless
and if that first thief gonna jack ya necklace
i'm the second, come ta snatch ya lexus
drive off in it to pick up ya best *****
she with me now, cause i'm the best, *****
n you know why? I spit the best ****
flow hotter than texas
don't even try to test it
cause I ain't nothin to mess with.

somebody call the EMS
cause i'm sick of you e-MCs
have y'all learned yo ABCs?
recognize this: F C G B

Don't know why you felt compelled
To share bad cards you've been dealt
Should have bluffed before you came out
To claim the bible belt
While you confess car theft
I sink the nine ball on felt
Chalk up my stick and shoot the game that makes midwest kids melt
'Cause the sunshine in LA put the tan on my pelt
The name is Noj, N-O-J, I thought you might need it spelt

i wish i could delete this post now...

N O J? just a typo on Orange Juice
Keep talkin back, aint no use
Theres no excuse you can produce to avoid this abuse
Nothin you can say before I let loose
talk back and you tie your own noose
my words are my lightening
and I am Zeus
I am more than an artist, I am a muse
Too creative to lose and too tough to bruise
Too strong - leave you black and blue
**** felt and pool cues
I do you like Nazi's did the jews
You ain't old school, you just old news

My impact's like comets and planets collide
Wash away ignorance with the force of my tide
And rearrange the rules for you fools to abide
Change the way you decide to the way you deride
This was lies, knives, and crime until my style was applied
Showed you to the right side and it can't be denied
That I'm the catalyst that helped you divide from the contrived
Y'all were out in the rain until I let you inside

To teh *****es of skaterscafe:


Yall some *****es
snitches by the leash
held you by the collars
then cuts yall free
cuts yall deep
cuts yall to bleed
drips like crypts
and tha sirens of the police.

red blazes burns in the gashes sacrifice
cool down the scars with cubes of polarized ice...
thats polerr cold..
for deh running of deh nose

for deh claimed kings...
legends and elite...
cafe credibility dont mean anything...

werd respects.
bow down to bragas hah yes.
or gets forced
by la migra
haha yes border patrol...

thats the impact in my wurds'
let alone this verse
swapping these verbs
like ive been swapping your girls

unh


these fakers don co'wurds'
them doctas don failures

you looking up to losers?
disguised behind computers?

i could be ****ing jesus...christ yes indeed...
but **** even i couldnt give you something to believe.

They call me emericanzero here on SC
Hear 'em say this kid is untouchable
There's no defeating me
As you can see
I'm not garbage like the other rappers in this thread
My flow is sharp like a guillotine coming down on your head
My style is unique, impossible to replicate
So sit back and watch as my lyrics incincerate
I'm the best there is, I'm the king
End of debate

:(...

who wants to battle..?

Oooh I got one.


Yo yo, diggidy dawg.
My grillz are all up in this SOB
Yo.

Oooh I got one.


Yo yo, diggidy dawg.
My grillz are all up in this SOB
Yo.

I hate you.

I hate you.

That made me lol.

That made me lol.

Enjoy.

i want to go skate
too bad i just ate
so i guess i'll masturbate
cause i cant get a date :(