Neverending Rap Battle

Exact same for me

We all know your the most talented here that was never in question? Your still overreacting I never said I wouldn't battle you but I'm not gonna bullshit a weak freestyle that you could chew up and spit out in a second I actually wanna take time and try to match up toe to toe which I actually have to take time to do time I haven't found

Okay, this is going nowhere. We're just going to keep typing in circles. I'm not going to continue this with you, but I will address three things you mentioned before moving on with my life and dropping more bars (something I recommend everyone in conflict with Proff to do, to save precious minutes of your life you'll never get back):

1) It doesn't make any sense for you to dumb anything down. If you want to get at me, don't think I'm going to get upset. GET AT ME. How am I going to imrpove (or 'step my game up') if you're dumbing down the bars?

2) I thought of that Samuel L. Jackson line myself. If anyone used it before me, I wouldn't know, or really be surprised (it's a pretty generic punchline). Not that you'd believe that, but hey, who cares.

3) are you bringing up my Hitman J account, when I was like ... 12? Lol yes, I bit a Jin line once back then. Not proud of it, but I did, and as soon as I was called out for it (by quietstorm, if you remember) I admitted it and moved on.

For the best lyracist on this site, you sure spend a lot more time complaining than you do actually dropping bars. You want to play games, and I'd rather battle. Let me know when you feel like battling too.

my lines cold and sharp like chips of ice,
get right, step off the computer and live,
cus your rap style's bitch-made like women in tights
with rhymes so 'forced' it sounds like they've been 'gripped in a vice'!
My verse hurts gays like verbal AIDS,
murdering lames with burning flames
nerds are dazed when I serve em
coming at me from lyrics from the 3rd grade
**** it, I deserve a raise
you get GOT, Illustraight, caught in midst of able2know rap politics
acting female like I hit you with a meat grinder and turned your balls to smaller bits
i'm flawless bitch, call it quits,
you acting like you got some accomplishments
you just 'riding the professor's dick' like it's gonna get u a fuckin' 'scholarship'!
Yeah you're his talentless pet, I thought i fuckin' told ya
no 'black ops', but with the 'heart of a soldier'
i'll hit you with the hard edge of a boulder
your lines 'fizzle' I 'rush to the top'
like bubbles in carbonated soda
your far from incredible, bars are just terrible
you talk as if you're hard but thats far from credible
I don't got kids, but **** it, you can call me daddy
do you like a Chicago bitch get you 'turned out'
holding you over a fire of my own design
mathematics, check my rap status, radioactive waves shrivel your sperm count
'maddens you'? Thats as bad as me talking about how people 'get madder'
now I see the only way you'll ever 'step up' is if someone gets you a step ladder
you do this for skill, have yet to hit your peak
you're still weak
If this is black ops, I'm ******* up more than once
call it 'kill streak'
Who the **** you trying to preach to? I squeeze through weak crews with sweet moves
Proff and Whitey taught me how to rap? then why the **** didn't they TEACH YOU?

http://soundcloud.com/bambi-17/drop

shitty quality on a shitty ass computer

main reasons why i havent dropped anything lately

only a minute long, 16 bars

no mic, just straigh ghetto ass recording, which i hate

Walk

Chorus
We could walk 100 miles or we could walk a couple steps 
How far would you go to be another threat 
Would you walk the earth goin end to end 
Are you dedicated enough to do what you have to to be the best



Verse 1
I'm jumpin this games hurdles but mcs raisin the bar 
Still clearing with ease I'm nearly grazin the stars 
Friends stayin afar People have forgotten my face happens often these days 
All this effort no gain like I'm joggin in place 
Feelin lost and insane caught in a game seems like it never ends 
People turnin they back on me I'm feelin  like im left for dead 
So I second guess better yet I'm disgusted at my image 
I just feel like There's something that I'm missin 
But im the best to date no second place 
But the pieces arent Fallin together like a Tetris game 
Comin the greatest boy son I'm straight rippin rhymes 
These mcs gettin lapped cuz they can't even finish lines 
Waitin for the game to tap out son I got em in a hold 
Cuz I'm kickin it to beats from the bottom of my soul***** 
So why am I catchin criticism I don't know why these guys are hatin 
If you ain't in my shoes then don't try to tie the laces 


Anyone wanna take the other verse?

i gotcha.. how many bars? or do you have a beat?

whats the topic exactly?

Like 8 and no I just jotted this down in school

Basically just like being underestimated and try to relate it to like wordplay like jumping walking races and ****

yo prof and whitey..remember that girl i liked.. well i was chillin with my big scary black friends lol and i met this other dude...who just doesnt give a **** about rules or anything this dude is fuckin insane.. hes like a drug dealer but dont worry im not doin anything (whitey dont say anything lol) well i was walking with 1 kid that doesnt go to my school and the drug dealer dude well his name is anthony but everyone calls him big homie... and i was walkin back to my school and on the way i saw the girl standing there by herself.. so what do you guys think lol a hot white girl face to face with a drug dearler that doent give a ****....lol i forgot what he said to her though so i'll ask her on monday...but he scared the **** out of her..and the next day she walks up me and says drew who was that guy you where hangin out with and i was like ohhhh thats big homie....hes a drug dealer but hes cool .............he doesnt **** with me..and if he did i'll be tellin lil host to get him lol... now she doesnt talk to me lmao

I see heads turn when I walk into a cold spot
I hear whispers comin from the whole lot
Like I'm gonna get caught for crimes never done
Or I'm some kinda criminal always on the lesser run
So I make efforts to be heard, to be gettin what I deserve
Ignore the large herd and lay down some hard words
I'm having rare ideas, but who cares right here?
Not like this crowd will stand up and agree or fight fear
They stay away from the new, and keep with the gory old
Well they can sit down while my story unfolds
They can be the common, never unique
It's not about brainpower or better physique
Cause these ideas can come straight from the most of the weak
Practice for weeks, not even close to the peak
But only one thing apon this'll all depend
Whether your struggling for a new beginning,
Or hoping for it all to end


That'll work

I never rapped on another site, prof. Hope we're still cool

Guys, listen to "dedicated" by linkin park. Raps are great, I aspire to become like linkin park's rapper. Not the fastest, not the coolest, but one whose lyrics carry meaning while being said amazingly.

Nah problemo homie

bambs i replied to ur battle verse and can i get a copy of those hell on earth lyrics

Your response is a joke, I can't comprehend it
In fact, it's not even funny ..... it's kinda pathetic
How can I force my rhymes when it all comes naturally?
Actually, I'm Merlin ..... I conjure punches magically
and if I want, I can make you disappear like a trick
You heinous prick, I should kick you in the rear and your dick
You want to grip me in a vice?
Well, I've got the metal crusher to turn this piece of junk into a tin of little rice
I rip this little shite
Run one over this dude just like a kiddie on a bike
until Blake gives in and cries
Whoever told you you can rap, better get some real advice
You may have some truth in there, but the rest of it are lies
I don't ride anyone's dick, I'm not a bitch like you
I'm not a car-chasing, goody-goody kid like you
But I don't think for a fact anyone in this bitch likes you
**** it, I'll get bambino to fist-fight you
whitey can break your legs, prof can crush your toes
Spill cream all over you like a prostitute hoe
This broad can blow me like a balloon pizzup, these two nizzuts
guaranteed to get him juiced izzup like fruit syrup
Watch him break like a bar of Fruit 'n' Nizzut
cereal snack, until he falls into crizzumbs
You did "rush to the top" until I shocked you with the lights
Threw you off and made you fall and get stuck upon a spike
You seem to get the POINT now, don't you, Blake?
But whether you're whack or not is an open debate
This is what happens when people don't relate
Their integrity gets questioned within open space
For your info, I HAVE been taught the best
If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have got **** off my chest
Motherfuckers like YOU are why I'm all depressed
Talking ghetto **** daily, but I'm not impressed
in the slightest bit
I suppose your comeback is a subtle way of telling me to get a life, right?
**** YOU!
I HAVE got a life, I have a job
I'm looking after my weak grandma and my Mum
My brother's upped and left - that man has gone
so he can screw himself with a PC catalogue
"Step off the computer"? Your ass is wrong!
I'm always on the move like a wagon car

talking ****? Man, dead all that! jesus, I didnt think you get more whack!
the only way you'll ever be 'on top' is because of the thread format!
Punchlines leave ya face gory! blazing whores, the **** you spray bores me
That's why nobody's 'fuckin' with straight' (illustraight) like gay orgies!
you keep coming back? what I got to do to make this punk understand me?
and your grandma's weak too, huh? Guess that **** must run in the family!
look, I give proffessor props on trying to give this newb teachings
But thats why we're avoiding 'Ill, and not just because its flu season!

Short and sweet.

I'll show you short and sweet.

All these "Illustraight" flips are getting a little cheesy
I guess J. Blake likes cheese when it's a little greasy
But on some real ****, how DARE you insult the fact I look after my family?!
I'm only telling you the truth, it's fact and reality!
But Blake wouldn't know the truth if it jumped up and smacked him
or rolled him straight downtown like a water wagon
And after this, NO punk on here will understand him
I say we stick it to the moderator and ******* BAN him!
My flu season kills all of your pigs
with such force it almost feels like you're being tossed off a bridge
If nobody fucks with "straight", then they must be gay
I never knew J. Blake liked to swing that way

Verse 2
playin off this asshole facade, actin like i didnt know
runnin from these lightnin 'bolts'
i was definatley from a pedigree of wiser folks
until everything started thunderin and rainin
palm to head, not calm but stressed of bein underrated
all of this, was all a test tryna weigh two talents
step in these shoes, run for miles and get a 'new balance', i got enemies
but i also got these people who are all on my cock like they want to do sex wit me
and other motherfuckers wanna get to me, but thats the recipe
criticts or hyprocites will never be the death of me
long as i got some ecstacy, and you step to me
thats when you'll get the best of me, so rest in peice, cause to me
rap is the snowball effect, i just keep gettin colder and colder
as long as i keep runnin and not lookin over my shoulder
ill be at that finish line in minutes time and not wantin this to be over
but the dream keeps tauntin me now, wantin me out PLEASE
grab ya coat and shoes, and walk wit me now if you wanna know about me

You seem to be using some verses that strike home to sociology.

I think we've exhausted this battle more than necessary, Ill. How's one last round sound to you?