Neverending Rap Battle

Imma get your girl man i be ripping her neck dude 
just to put my Dick in the flesh wound
Have her suck my dick and spit the Kids in a test tube 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8cKpCeXemI&feature=youtube_gdata_player

That poverty line gives me chills every time....

judging the last verse of ills battle with j blake
and judging j blakes last verse to ills

Punchlines- j blake..... they werent strong but had punchlines..ills..... had some stronger punchlines....i give this to ills

Multis- now whitey taught me what multies are so for j blake there was none.. for ills had some ( but barely any)....i give this to ills cause he had some

Structure- i gave it a tie..both j blake and ills had good structure in my opinion

Metaphors- gave it a tie.. j blake had 1 or 2 .. ills had 1 or 2

Wordplay- gave it to j blake most of his verse was using basic word play.. ills had some lines.. but j blake had more.

i basically judged this out of 5 which means whoever in my opinion won that category i gave the point to

ILLS TOTAL---- 2
J BLAKE TOTAL----1

now if you added the ties to boths score it would be

ills--- 4
j blake---3

final score ills 4, j blake 3,

I'LLS WINS FIRST ROUND

on some real prof aka Chemical Reality / Dutch Harlem / 110% / Thought Process / Grimm Reefer !

whats more right to fight for rights , or to have the foresight
to be forthright can no longer wait a forts night
feels 2 week , is it the actions or the words you speak ?
through speach , n body language even mutes speak !
body language an just kill it , open your double helix
can your third eye see this ? how much light does one diode emit
ode de day I die well blood run from my eyes
or will they run dry ? retna rolls back as we look inside
cerebellum rebelling against the two hemispheres
in 1999 they said the end is near
in 2001 they said the end is here
in 2012 I say how we gonna end this year
and start an new one ?
souls using cold fusion
lotta gangsta's pro-deuceing
theres chem-ic-als in these Chem-tuh-rails
what you riding the reading railroad
or the underground railroad making tracks
im taken a axe to satens back ,hacks im here for creation
heaven is a chakra doctor , im patient , Frank N Stein ,sayin
life aint such a horror movie
u can smoke a aura or a dubie
lord knows these corporals dont have the force or swords ta move me
travelling dimensional portals ,mortals usually snorting roofies
trying to put a lid on it
look around at earth
you really wanna put a kid on it ?
god u think the heavens look down at earth ?
must mean hell the devil looks up for hook ups !
fishing for people that fooked up !
u know what we say to death not today
to hip hop we pray
never sell our soul on ebay
see people drive the freeway on freebase
cup so full they dont need chase , f'n get in a HIGH SPEED chase
go to court
the judges coroner report
said over the head
with 4 quarts and a case of newports , got um smoked
theres some bad eggs ,thats not a rotten joke
batman needs to smoke some afgan n blow in gothams throat
he was league of shadows before siege n battle
now he's justice league , believe its a call a duty that give such prestige
dont need to fight. or learn to read n write
to believe in life or be leaven life
we need to survive , pass the knowledge to the tribe
when i pass , i'll pass the knowledge to the other side
baby when's last time you looked in ya mothers eyes
not just at her tits and between her thighs
hell why is mother earth demonized ?
god knows i aint even high , or need a nine
to take a shot
n bleed this creed divine ,filling creeks in wine
when u speak in rhyme dont need a line from a cokeheads dictionary ,spliffin mary ,doggy ******* her in missionary like its the first time
u learned ass-trology n u have a virgo birth sign
no apologies for the rappers that follow me toward rapture
yo colonies captured faster then ford raptors, after nitrous injection
needle still in the arm of lethal ,people say he's killing himself
filling themselves with evil, feeling carbon eco damages
look at the news and the feuds you use as food ,n sandwhiches
few fools teaching ya schools , is this a joke ? heres a hand a jizz
give ya more brains then a whore came for four days of fourways
******* yo mind up wit ma rhyme cup hows that 4 foreplay,my forte
hole in one , ball'd Eagle on these Birdies
u think this is nuts ? do ya squirrely
i'll shirley hit ya temple , of solomon ,going solo-mon
get yo hans off my atilla, hun u really want me to rape n pillage?
a pegan village, slay n kill kids !
u asses know im staying real
Shhhiiiit , I just ate a meal
u want me to cook up some knowledge
for toilet artists ....

thats the kinda **** u could be spittin at me whitey nucka

300 Lines & Counting

[Intro]
Yeah, 300 lines and counting
One of the biggest challenges I've ever set myself
And one of my best
Check me out

[Verse]
Give me the microphone, switch the power on, we getting sound yet?
Let me get around it, I'm ready; it's time to clown-step
I'm juggling this skill and style like a pair of bowling pins
and holding them, throwing them in the wind, the air is blowing them
My breath, I'm trying to hold it in, there's no controlling it
The flow is thin, like a couple of gloves worn when the snow sets in
The coldest bit is when I'm going in, but I can't go out
Keep it foul like a dog that poops on the stomping ground
I come around like my dick is going round a roundabout
Life is just a merry-go-round, it's a carousel
This is an amusement park that takes place in the gloomy dark
Where lights go off and people are screaming as soon as the music starts
This autistic rap of mine is the truest art
Composing verses vividly like I was born with Schubert's heart
The Pink Panther of rap, I play the coolest part
in this ongoing audition of antics and humorous droll
Speaking of humour, I take a look at Great Britain
Look at what it's become, everything has changed since then
We got Asians acting like black gangsters with their lady friends
And black guys being hoodwinked like Saudi Arabians
This country is a diverse community
Yet we got multi-racial groups dispersing these unities
America should come here often, take a look and see
at what their brand of hip-hop has done to these mutant beings
Don't get me wrong, not that I disrespect hip-hop
There were some classics over the years: Em, B.I.G. and 'Pac
Kool G Rap, Jigga, Nas; Big Pun, Slick Rick and Chuck
of Public Enemy, there's Redman, and the Mobb
KRS-One, Snoop Dogg, Rakim has the sickest bars
Multisyllabic raps are what compelled me to spit a wad
Eminem was the one who inspired me extra hard
He had the intelligence and aggression of a sociopath
And that describes me completely as a mental man
A socially awkward person with some rigid plans
A survivor since middle school, never lost a nerve
They told me I wasn't gonna make it, now they're lost for words
All these street attitudes are getting on my nerves
But I maintain my sanity, and stay calm, unnerved
And keep staying on my grind just like a pepper crusher
Come out of the closet like an ex-homosexual brother
Everyone's hanging outside like lesbian lovers
With their backs always to the wall like celebrity covers
Aggressive fuckers with a street gangster complex
Playing music loud on their phones and having dog sex
Screaming wild obscenities from the top of their skulls
like the hood can't hear them; it's like Vietnam in revolt
The Asian community is like a large monarchist cult
Where they always claim to be popular just because they've got votes
It seems their power and influence are stopping us all
from making our points; we end up being dropped to the floor
Like, someone's got a degree in Bank Accounting and I.T.
Certain people are working jobs with counterfeit ID's
These clowns are just slimy
Popping steroids and too many pounds of that Thai weed
to last them for 1,005 weeks
That's the equivalent to about 19 years
So they'll die before they get old and start peroxiding their white hair
I wonder why it is these idiots wear vile stares
every time you walk the streets in the middle of the night square?
They make fun of you while pissing on your Nike gear
Stick you in the eyes, laugh and kick you in the thigh area
and leave you looking like a snitch that's been left dead
Except you're an innocent little kid who's been well bred
But now as that kid is bleeding and his yells blare
Get him to the hospital and treat him with some welfare
But that little one won't tell his Mum who rocked him
Because they've got a lynch mob who will string him up and top him
Riddle him and cut him up like Pakistani butcher shops
Spin him round like grain wheels and polish him like wooden stocks
We have Asians stretched forth like a legion
And we have millions of them spread across the whole region
From Manchester to Liverpool, from York down to Eton
Right down to Land's End in Cornwall by the seafront
Every day we're constantly being peed on
Dumped on and being weed on, jacked off on and skeeted on
They think that verbal abuse is real hilarious
Choosing us as victims, the bullying is scaring us
Hoodwinked by these hoodies who don't care for us
All they do is talk complete bullshit when they stare at us
They're some big bad bullies with a can of worms
Open up a can of ass-whooping until we're dead as birds
This feels like a Hanna Barbera production
'Cause we're the characters drawn by a pair of skilled draftsmen
Which means they have power over how we fare in our parts
It's almost like a government putting fear in our hearts
Our friends and our next of kin? They're in the dark
The children can't go outside and play there in the park
Because the open field plays a very perilous part
Providing open space for hoodlums who scare people off
Since we moved in this neighborhood, there's been nothing but chaos
Especially when corruption's got you as a dot on its radars
Cowboy builders that rob us and take ours
Night clubbers that get themselves drunk within late hours
It's like walking through the jungle forest in Africa
and fighting large colonies like Battlestar Galactica
And once those cocky motherfuckers charge right after ya
They stab you with a dagger and throw your soul up to Shangri-La
Heaven or paradise, it's Hell here, we have
to sacrifice our valuables to every man who is bastardized
Corrupt like a city government man who manages
the shacks on our roads and puts property tags on us
Smack on us and smoke us up like junkies puffing cannabis
Drop us like a hip-hop album done by Canibus
Knock us on the 2nd round, pat us down like mats and rugs
Get rid of us like bags of rubbish chucked into the scrap trucks
When they start to scrap on us, then they throw the jabs at us
Like tigers throw their tooth over their prey before they have their lunch
They pack a punch, disastrous attack results come afterwards
They're stretched up on the hospital bed with liquid bags that pump
blood in you like old folks wearing colostomy sacks and stuff
Collecting all your crap chunks and piling them in massive dumps
That's enough blood to feed 250 children in Rwanda
Bangladesh and Madagascar
But I'm afraid politics play a big part in it
Especially when you're desperate for a bailout from the government
Sometimes I wonder if they're cooking up some tales just to rough us up
and throw a big cover over their losses
I don't know what to believe anymore
It's like we've been stripped of our sight and we can't see anymore
We as a public don't feel at ease anymore
Even if we were in the country, there wouldn't be wood from the trees anymore
Because they all have been cut down to make way for the industry
Swiftly driving all of the wildlife away from there quickly
It's an environmental danger that's shifty
like pouring chemicals over a stain dangerously
I personally wonder how it all came to this
The whole world is made to flip, being treated like strangers in
our own world is something that we all consider a painful thing
It seems some of us live in anguish
I never thought I'd say this, but I always doubted this much
We all have a voice, but we don't shout it enough
Seems like the whole system is chowing us rough
Ask our president how long this country's gonna be down in the dumps
The rest of the world has all powdered him up
The pack of cards has already been dealt, so he can't come up trumps
Money and power has covered him up the butt and it wreaks
So he can't even go out and take a dump in the street
without anyone looking and it's disgusting to me
It boils our blood, yet we still have to **** with this heat
So many people suffering, their lives crumbling with ease
They have boils - I think the Sun just shat a ton on their feet
Ask the president, "Why can't you just give us some money?"
He comes up with the same answer, "Nope, that's rubbish to me!"
So now all of us are working jobs with cut salaries
How long will we hold on for? Our ******* profits are weak
It's tucked up in the safe box where the public won't see
Are we destined to suffer? What is this monstrosity?
Money hungry with their messed-up monopoly hell
Without passing "Go!", we've all just been hauled into jail
with no chance of parole, that means we're all behind bars
And it stinks of a man's armpits without his Right Guard
Plus every troop we send out to fight always dies hard
I guess fighting is such a waste of time by far
But my God, if we all look up at the night stars
We hope for a future without guns used and crime started
in the streets wherein we as a people have resided before the Earth was made
Then we can live in harmony like skylarks
Birds can sing and humanity can breathe
And that can be a dream of a reality achieved
'Cause we all dream of forever dilly-dallying in peace
Muslims, Jesuits, Hindus, Zoroastrians and Sikhs
Can't we celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah and Eid
without a civil war taking place halfway in the street?
It's bad enough that Masses have been cancelled in the East
because some psychopathic man wanted to stab a Christian priest
in the heart, and that is bound to trigger some mentality
So safety on the streets is a bigger technicality
Can't raise our cups, can't be filled with hospitality
Say, "Cheers", then go back to living something happily
It gets me so sad to see
All these little children going tragically, bombs being dropped over these gravel streets
You hear it on the news broadcasted
The death toll increases, it's a World War hazard
Just like St. Pancras got bombed by a fireball
25 years ago, it was a giant bomb
that massacred 31 guys
all because of one motherfucking stupid little lighter that was dropped
in the escalator, and that turned the fire into a blazer
A conflagration that covered the whole entire station
15 minutes later, the place became a state
and the people had to evacuate in order to be saved
It's a craze - every time I hear the radio, I'm just amazed
and at the same time, I'm frightened and dazed
I lay back and wonder what would have happened if I was one of those victims
caught up in the ******* crossfire, I would have perished then
I would never have got to see my next of kin
I wouldn't have got to see Christmas again
I still would've been a kid
Once I went into the fire, I wouldn't be seen again, I'd be twiddling my fingers in Heaven then
I wouldn't have got the leverage to spit it like Eminem
My autism goes several different levels like a belt ascending
up to floor 11 of a high-rise apartment building
I can just observe the night skies as I am climbing
high onto the rooftop
faster than a bullet train in Tokyo, and I'm sitting there wondering, "When will the cruise stop?"
It's a highway that goes on continually
Until I age fast and I grow old eventually
And go on, endeavour to be a model like I always was
without going against all my morals and all that stuff
without acting like anyone that I'm not
and anyone that I shouldn't be, I'll give it all that I've got
Pass the ball to me and I'll make everything right
So all of you can sleep and be refreshed by the end of the night
I promised myself that I wouldn't flinch, whatever the fight
There is a rule to which I'll forever abide
and that is always to stay sincere
I'll say it clear like a transparent glass full of pure water, if you take a stare
at the contents of the product, you'll see that the centre is unclouded
And the pristine quality of it is astounding
I bet you motherfuckers wonder how I talk at such length
It's because I want to express my heart at its best
For I never get the chance to divulge to all of my friends
what's locked in my chest like a compartment full of important objects
It's like an old photo album that I've got in the loft
full of old pictures reminiscing back to the times I was small
All my family were there standing tall with shoulders so broad
My father was present too ...... before all the heartache was caused
As I analyse picture after picture
The memories come flooding back like ripples in a river
That's when I begin to shiver like a blizzard in a winter was cutting me
My emotions get mixed like a bag of mints
Just imagine this, the madness that kicks
with an impact that hits you in the nads when you least expect it
When you have so much **** come down on you like sacks
you get snowed under so much you find it problematic to twist
The mathematics is this, if you add the tragedy to reality
it becomes a mass piece that you can't handle like a magic stick
The magic is so supernaturally sick
that you can't even get the magician who practises it to stop handling it
My life has been a series of twists and twirls
Spins and whirls that have sent me swirling like girls' hair in a curl
and certain occurrences within the world have got me so nervous
like a bungee-jumper who's scared to jump off the surface
After he looks down at the passing tide travelling below him
But he has to grow some balls in his life so that he can show them
that he ain't afraid of ****, not just in mind, but in spirit also
He's a tough guy, who looks up high when he lifts his shoulders
As I turn the page to the last segment of this verse
I feel a new burst of energy when I spit these words
It's like I've been hit by an electric little current
and it has surged right through me from my head down to my nerves
In the past, I've been criticised, demonised and ostracised
Cast out immediately, treated like a poltergeist
A ghost that doesn't exist, unseen by the other eyes
so I have to wander around screaming like the younger guys
This autism is a fucked-up drug of mine
that has side-effects of every kind, and they alter my
thoughts at times, so sometimes I get disturbed with awkward mind
visions like shooting motherfuckers up in Columbine
Sometimes I felt like shooting up my high school
Just because they said to me, "Dude, I don't like you!
I want to fight you, because you're really not a nice dude!
You don't belong with us, you freak! We all but admire you!"
I wanted to break the back of that bully in class
Lift him way over his head and put a boot in his ass
Shove him so far in the locker that his noodle got smashed
and he'd emerge doubling over with a bruise and a gash
After all the **** he said to me to put me out last
I wanted to kill him on the spot and put the crook in a cast
so he would walk with a limp literally, shook like a man
who just walked ten miles of bad road and a path
But my heart inside told me to never get your anger get the best of you
Plus violence will probably get you arrested too
And thrown in jail with the rest of these reckless fools
probably serving longer terms for sexual harassment
And I've been gathering my thoughts ever since
I got a lot of intelligence and a better life to live
I'm a getter who's much better than I ever would have been
if I hadn't pressed to go to a school where I'd be friends
with people who are a lot more wiser than me
They taught me to put the things in the past behind me with ease
and just carry on walking until I find a good beat
that I can lay my vocals down on, and rhyme it so sweet
My plan in life, is to get married and provide
myself with a successful life wherever I reside
Whether I choose to leave my hometown for the better side of paradise
where the sunshine brightens forever in my eyes
and the palm trees swing a good swing when they sway
Drinking from a can of coconut drink every day
Dreams can be fulfilled, which is simple to say
Simple and plain like a Hot Boy track by Lil' Wayne
I can only sit, cross my fingers and hope
that there's a Promised Land somewhere among the lingering smoke
I'm not strong enough to clear away the mist with my blows
But my faith is key to me, and it really does show
And as long as I have that faith in me, I can climb any mountain I like
I can go down with a fight
get right back up and fight again, a proud man am I
to have courage to shrink my autism down to a size
I'm not ever gonna let a guy down-talk a guy
even though I find it hard the first time around just to try
I can be down with my homies until my untimely demise
Because they know that I'm a fighter with some pride inside
kinda like a lion in its prime when it walks through the jungle
and it roars majestically for all to admire
I'm a warrior with the head of Braveheart in his mind
Because the real strength comes from the heart of a guy
That in turn plays a phenomenal part in my life, it's a blessing
to be bestowed such a gift from the Most High in the Heavens
Call it a cliche, but I call it the priceless of lessons
'Cause that understanding can turn around my life in just seconds
I'm strong, I can stand on my two hind ones and kick it
So those motherfuckers know where they can bite it and stick it
I'm only a quarter of a way there, my life's just beginning
That's 300 lines, and I'm finally finished
The End

This is called an unspecified vote. It's cool that you voted for Ills, Wrathe, but break it down in the categories proff described:

Punchlines
Multies
Wordplay
Flow
etc.,

Sound good?
(PS thanks, man!)

HOLY MOTHERFUCKING ****, CUZ! I should try that... 300 lines!?

Punchlines-tie
Multis-Ills (barely! Neither of you had that many)
Wordplay-J Blake
Structure-Ills
Flow-J Blake

I know I voted wrong and I'm not one to vote, but my re-vote suggests a tie

I'm in the mood for a rap battle when J and Illus are finished.
Anybody up for it?

Alright, I can accept that. One quick question though --- what are considered multi's for you guys? I thought I had way more multi's than Ills (no disrespect to Ills, of course)

1st bar: dead all that/ get more whack/ thread format
2nd bar: face gory/ spray bores me / gay orgies
3rd: punk understand me/run in the family
4th: newb teachings/ flue season (the weakest multi, IMO)

I'm not arguing with the vote, I'd just like the clarification for future reference.

What do you think about this rap Professor?

thats what a multi is - but multis in battles also get judged on there creativity and originality

if there fust filler then they dont have as much as a impact

i think its really basic , and fucked up ur showing us tranny's

honestly the only thing that gives me heebie jeebies is a transvestite

yuck

Come on professor not everyone is like us heterosexuals. I found it funny but I do not mean in a way that is poking fun at the young boy because it seems to be important to him.

HERE YOU GO NOVA

i write and rhyme about the haunted ****
the dark ****, the evil, satan and demonic ****
the violent kind that stabs ya in the throat with barber clips
take 20 empty bottles of vicadin back to the pharmisist
washed um down with Gin, and asked the doc what kind of heart this is
im into covering your dead body up with tarps and ****
into blowin the tops of your neck with Thompson clips
an arsenic kid, the kind to blow up cars and ****
shoot the windows out where your apartment is
im half schitzo and half narcissist
its my facade, my scheme it's all part of this
steel your awesome Benz, dont give a **** how dark it is
the type of that can keep a pair of guys smilin
the type that writes about serial killers runnin around on Paradise Island
when im at my desk im always terrified writin
cause it always feels like Christine is gonna break down the walls and drive in

that's why i always dread on birth
cause when i was brought to this world i was dead at birth
but now it's a better curse
cause when i walk the face of this planet it's hell on earth
uh uh uh uh uh uh, yeah, hell on earth

i always hated goin to school and stuff
only went for the food and lunch
always had the mind set of ruinin stuff
my teachers always told me i was rude too much
then one day i drove thru the principles office with a short school bus
always a screw up, always cut at my own throat till i drew blood
now imma loose rot, with two glocks hidin in my tube socks
a crazy ************ snipin people from roof tops
it only takes two shots, to have your life gone, ask Tupac's
Hologram, im not into that fancy crap
Dre and Slim got me hooked on acid rap
that's the crafty crap, im in a trance in fact
im just dye my hair blonde and act like that
im the classy cat, imma massive stat
just kid after rap, the Hip Hop acrobat
a mideival genius, bout to tip over squeemish
that is hell on earth, dont even try to beat us
motherfuckers with wife beaters and orange sweats
who **** sourbettes and drives off in corvettes
but im more less into severin whores heads
and stuffin um into my croquettes
fork her dreads walk away and ignore the rest
this is hell on earth, do what you know best

that's why i always dread on birth
cause when i was brought to this world i was dead at birth
but now it's a better curse
cause when i walk the face of this planet it's hell on earth
uh uh uh uh uh uh, yeah, hell on earth

Those are multis but they are on the simpler side the art of battling is being able to combine all 5 of those categories that prof listed into each line

ask prof, whitey and bambi there good at explaining it

Okay, so .. I had multi's, just .. Straight's hit harder? Is that the gist of it?

Kind of plus you can complicate your multis by either using more complicated words or linking even more words together ive heard people rhyme there entire sentances together lol get crazy with it