Neverending Rap Battle

Yo, I'm lucky to be this talented, now I'm a habitual spitter
Criminal getter, intelligent subliminal hitter
who's fit to be sicker than those other million Indian city slickers
that I meet on the street every winter
All I have to do is go and pick a season
And I'll see those hoe bitches beefing for no fricking reason
It's so pigging teasing
to be solely competed by those who believe it's O.K. to boast
about their beingness, however implausible it seems
Acting like they got a third eye, and blow triple beams at us
They think it's a Star Wars episode then they're reaching!
Farfetched, nobody believes them!
Yo, Prof, pass me the coke and I'll eat it
Choke on it, and breathe until my whole nose is bleeding
'Cause if this is how life is gonna be
Then I might as well cop a bag and smoke every evening

coke ? your already dope

Id Highly reccommend some trees though

Personally, I prefer Red Bull, amongst other things that keep my mind active.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDlC-vpZs5I&feature=youtu.be my diss to a bitch that called me out

I'm 28 now, I'm losing a bit of weight now
I feel like I'm fixing to levitate now
I got a headache so heavy, I feel like a featherweight now
so I think I'll just sit on the table and meditate now
They've blocked my passage to work, it isn't straightened out
I have to make a detour and take the shitter way round
Got my feet way in the ground and I'm still waddling
I've been standing for so long that I find it difficult to stay down
I find it impossible to lay down
I'm nocturnal like Batman taking criminals he chases down
Busta Rhymes, ha! Ha! It's ILLustraight now
He's on a Flipmode episode, and a little crazed now
I write this verse as I go, my **** is played out
like a cricket match in the field in the middle of the day now
This is not a joke, brother, I'm not ******* with you
You're going through the same **** as me? Let me suffer with you
Gather round and break bread, have some supper with you
Go to the gym and regenerate some of that muscle tissue
Get recognised monthly just like a cover issue
You can do anything as long as the courage and love is in you

think it was when I didnt have a friend in the world I started spacin
think it was when I didnt have ends ,I knew not where to begin
think it was when I learned of faith and grace ,I started to sin
think it was where ,i was spared ...right there ... gasping for air
on the op table when i was born... in the middle of a war
those soldiers an casualties the ones I rip it for
spiritual wake baked with cake tastes like I give twice the **** as before
like my **** ... press record...poor like pour that 40 back .. where the shorty at .. god looking for the devils pussy horny cat ... aint no sorry rap
no apologies
the bottle marked swallow me
ya'll know me .balogna sammich
jailhouse burrito
tostitos , fritos, cheetos , dorito's
ima get ma chips
mmmm i can taste the ketchup chips
hit a spliff, hit a blunt , be blunt , unless you have a **** dont hit a bitch
i sound really deep yo as a creep hoes deep throat
i could brag , ball ..
I could hate all.. adolf
I would... gagball gag ya'll lets play ball
she dont like this game ...she wanna joy stick
voice thick as maple syrup
coidice .. made her erupt
write flows on paper cups an paper cuts ... who wanna sip

They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
Two humble MC's testing a verse to see who's better or worse at it
Two veterans burping intelligent words intellectually worth it
Getting lots of women sensually jerking
ILLs and professor are working on building a pact
Pass us the bricks and the mortar and we can build them in stacks
Wet the paper up good and leave them to chill on the racks
We're two hustlers hustling, keeping it realest at that
And the reason I'm saying we keep it real is 'cause we're realists
Because we really paint pictures that are filled with the realness
Son of a bitch, this is ..... this is all I can think about
In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost, my spirit's out
I've got skills that kill at will, I bring them out
Put the cards on the table and deal them out
Do you bitch motherfuckers even know how real this sounds?
If you don't, find the dead cells in your brain and pick them out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQ7HsYrE378&feature=youtu.be

yo check this out id like too see what you guys think ?

its different but i like it

may be i'm not as good as rakim but atleast whan i drop the pen it smokes,GLITCH's got a hothead,fucck him,m not writin for the folks

who dont know the lyricism,m not writing for morons,hoes
or for those who cant understan anything more than jokes

not for those who censure,they jump on the stage and choke
not for those who never read shakspear or Iqbal

not for thickheads or dickkballs,not for those who fall asleep when they sitback in debates,not for those who just spreading the hate

those who cant understand my lyrics and just degrade
not for illitrates and ILLUSTRAIGHT
its for those who collapse as soon as the stand and yell"fucc the fate"

for those rapper who r better but still underground
or for the one who tries to stand but you shut him down

its for those who take birth in a slum and just envision
to be # 1,for guys who has super vision/supervision

I'm a hothead? Watch it, stop there, ah ****
I got you right under my pocket, and now I'm flowing there's no way to stop this
Your flow is so slow, choppy it don't go, learn to work
Or don't show, don't ya know? You don't grow
I'm unsure who you be for, but you're weaker, you seem meek sure
Not my fault that I rap in 3/4..., 3/4? Do you understand?
You're just a knee sore, so I'll walk you off, and drop the talk
Pick up the verse, make you stop, then bring out the worst
The words occur, the world's a blur, mourir fleur
"Dying flower", you tried to bloom, but without power
You died so soon, you withered and cowered, and you're dead by noon

And illus? Who really be the illest? Acting like a Guinness written
Guerrilla witness, a record breaking, author making, action packed 3rd person
See it sounds like a strong of rhymes with no sense, but come hence,
You look tense, a dog beat you over the fence
Who woulda been your daddy? You're really worth ten pence
Which is roughly ten cents, who sent, the rapper of a new scent?
You're too new, so am I but its blues clues, I've got the facts straight
While illustraight is crooked, crooked lookin and a rookie
Pushing his luck like a pin and a cushion, the game is like a pincushion
But a pun-cushion, I'm done lookin, go be stuck up somewhere else
I'm done, now go **** yourself... Or run back to hell!

my rap doesnt flow,m not improving.....really?...m glad :-)


by the i wrote in above ra0 that i dont write for illetrates and hotheads

heres a challenge lets finish it once and foall
u and me,looser leaves this forum,,,,judges ,u select,i dont care even if it is illustraight

Are you sure you want this? Aright, bring it. You start or me?

You want to call me a "Guerrilla"? Watch me make this flip
I guess being a guerrilla witness is better than being a bitch
Damn right I break records, breaking's my favourite weapon
While a Gliitch has a crazy seizure every second
every time that he looks at my vocabulary
His eyes pop like seeing a horror movie, and that is actually scary
I have my Hatchet ready
I'm running out like a madman, chopping two heads off with my fanged machete
Watch him get fixed, a Gliitch is a defect
I shelve him like a Nintendo game reject
Virtual Boy, you got no games
Just a library of **** that doesn't fit, you're a visual shame
ILLustraight is real ashamed of your imagery
And 8-e-tude is like Zelda, he buys all your inventory
This isn't an RPG
I blow you kids off the atlas with an R.P.G.
Make these two planes crash-land like a manoeuvre by RVD
You can't see me, I perform Black Ops freely
You got the gall to call me crooked? Your persona's measly
I turn you over like a magazine that gossips weekly

yo what up dawgs whos down for a battle

flow retarded , short bus just parked it
get an oscar just garbage ...farted so hard on the mic I sharted
feel like my heads gonna explode
strapped with packs a c4 an dynamite
blasting caps that react when I press record and rhyme my life
I aint trying ta fight
im trying the nikes
the addias
the light blue jordans hyman tight
sneakers on these feet never tie
djs know my cuts shine brighter then diamond heists
running laps on these tracks in record time
running past other cats , pussies better recognize
ima blaze a J an move weight , this is not a lyrical exercise
i must emphasize i dont empathise with f'n lies
if F lies then these flies can use a lil insectiside
rollin on a stolen sector 9
emanate pen n pap
self medicate ,levitate to a better state
ten ta 8, gotta put my boots on
sick n tired of using expired coupons
sold all my old **** , nothing left to pawn
blazing lucky charms more green then a leprachaun
scenes filled with beauty queens and debutantes
im going to burger king u beefing i got a whopper
milkshake,onion rings , poutine n mozza poppers
i'll pop ya want some coke ?
look more like a sprite
girl ima eat your smorgasbord tonight
nose all stuffed up
got my flows all fucked up
but my drawlss puff puff
magic dragon tucked up ...
i know you asses want beef every time your buttox
but talk about ya butt ox
have herds of tribes , skinning ya hyde to survive my jekyl
**** talk
i'll put my dick in ya mouth
take a **** in ya house
let my nuts talk
kissin ya spouse ,
have you pissen ya self
like you drank to much
like i drink to much
like i think to much
rap crews are tattoo's i'll ink you up
michealangelo ur camel toes get the picture
sicker then devils liqour pestilence liquer ...666'r elixer
since the blood on these hands is not my own
they wont wash clean
living life dirty never washed my soul
dopes my vaccine
im making movies outta this rap scene
action ... roll camera's ... the story of a rap feen
n legend of the hip hop slanger
his barrel has 36 chambers
each packed with lightsabres
shots cut through like light daggers ...slice data
chop up the knowledge and feed it back to the creator
seeds grow from dirt its in the trees nature
im trying to burn a track before a feen meet a cremator
rest in piece haters
G ride my drive aint got no lease papers
my days inside waiting for release papers
released my spirit from my body never felt greater

ROLL ME AROUND
(Inspired by "I Gave You Power" by Nas)

[Intro]
I don't know what is wrong with people these days
It seems like they all want to use me for whatever they like
However they like and wherever they like
Push me around, drive me to the limit
And use me for their own show
Like I'm some sort of object, like .... I'm a car
Yeah, that's it, it's like I'm a car
Listen

[Verse 1]
I'm not made in a womb, I'm assembled in the factory
And as I'm born, I have a strange body strength attached to me
It's like I'm a robot - well, I'm made of heavy metal
Moved all the time without a break, I can't even rest or settle
I'm not even human, just a machine that's being used every day
whether for pleasure or pain, simple and plain
I kill people whenever they get in my way
Shine my light so bright that it gives them a strain
But why the **** am I doing these things?
Is it because of the coolness it brings?
Whenever a gangsta sits in me, others think that dude is a king
He has one hand on me, while the other shows his jewellery and bling
While my nose and tail stick out, so does his tongue
Slicking his hair back and forth, blowing a hole through his lungs
Every time he brings me round, the girls show him some love
Hop at the back of me, and as I recline, they're blowing some drugs
Check it

[Hook: x2]
All they want to do is roll me around
Leave me in a bad place while they stroll in town
Wherever I go everybody's always holding me down
Pushing me to the limit, until I'm thrown in the pound

[Verse 2]
Every year, they're always taking advantage
and using my speed as an excuse to show off
They never find time to cool off
They're Lucifers, wickedly driving me off of the rails
Now I have enemies on my back, they're hot on my trail
Soon as they pull me over, the first thing they shove is my tail
Open and close me up and check all my papers before I sail
but I'm treated as an everyday object
I CAN'T object, regardless of the heart that I possess
and that heart is in the form of an engine
Every day, I get wrecked and treated like medicine
I'm the source of their adrenalin
They turn me every which way, causing a lot of recklessness
Veer me here there and everywhere
They don't give a **** if I get smashed, they don't care
I'm the sportswear that they rock every year
And I don't get a word in edgeways, now ain't that fair?

[Hook: x2]

[Verse 3]
Like a prostitute, they treat me like an escort
They use me for private hire like I'm a sex broad
And why do they always put speakers on my back?
Big sub-woofers with R&B beats in that
All of a sudden, I'm a ******* jukebox machine
It's like travelling back in time to the 1950's
Everybody's screaming soon as Elvis plays through the amplifier
This is a regular job, doesn't the gang retire?
I can't hear myself on, I think my wagon's tired
Sounds like this make the hearing of a man retire
But I'm a metal machine, a house on wheels
that rolls when a brother steps in, and I don't get to chill

[Hook]

through evolution , devils loose them, bottles of absolut wont find absolution , but who's asking for problems , this homie only have solutions.. aint paying tuitions for instituitions instituting pimping the working man , im working man.. underground pound for pound , dirt the lambs , walking to slaughter .. playa wont martyr tomorrow or apolagize if you think logic is hard to follow... neo pills to much to swallow ... here lets prescribe and old ideal .. pop the seal , n swallow the bottle ...Blatto ... chiko Blanco roll you in a white bronco ... you getting bucked ... im getting bucks ... im getting up every morning ... soaring, recording .. touring nutting but a door away ... from opening up a mind and locking a dope rhyme .. high hopes aint get you **** . till after youve faced with the hardest **** , a artists , heart is a fountain of colours . for the tie die picture ...uv spectrum fades and flickers ... consider 2 percent the data blasts past ya retna ...littered on the lens ... take another picture of the garbage cluttering ... regions of the mind.. muttering cannibutter binge , bin on that syringe feel the heat of these phoneix tears ... dont cry for me ... cheer ...society can lie ta me .. they dont ride with me , go through the lows get high with me, its my community, who help me when im in need... tryin ta eat , sleep , work , and clean the shirt before doing some dirt... I went to highschool with maryjane .. no ivy league...planted my seeds ,things get grimm im reaping ... reefing trees ... gods . devils , my bookie im at peace with these ...the cops stop trying to book me , maybe i wont need that book money ... and i wont wanna **** that play boy honey ...but it aint today , jump through dimensions of haze still mumbly , still real ... still chill get those hundies , get those hunnies ... no hum V still roll through like a soldier , with munchies and some colas ... Pop, the top an take a sip of acid, wash the taste of Pop music out ya mouth ... shout it out if you know what im talk'n bout .. walking about ... with the dial cranked on the audio , tuneing out the outside world ,adios .. anihillated pupils dialated ... the class is growing , leave these vials vialated .. vitals hooked to a mic cord , to every word they feel the life force ... I like war .. but i like pussy more .... knowledge above all ... she sipping brains , girl lick the balls ... like you wanna get choked out ... noone wants a broke down , broke ass bitch , dope house ,dont accept counterfit ... got a pound ta flip ... roll out...if you aint down ta pitch .. your down an **** ... heres an ounce a lift ... raise ya head up ... pencil or a pistol raise ya led up , an shoot do whatever you have to .. try not to catch all the **** that gets thrown at you ... no tatoos signed every line with a bit a mine ... living , dieing ...a real man cant stand to see women crying .. and wont sit down ... girls got me doing back flips, now.. the rise in the drug schedule has made some **** federal ..societies concience is a laywer who argues whats ethical .. lick my testicals ... caffiene n crack feens DOPE .., niccotine,river beds and streams DOPE ... soaked into the oak ... growing into every page we've wrote... QUOTE everything I ,before that word Quote ... u couldnt get clean wit soap selling it to feens to vaccine there lungs,....Nope ... keep everything to the point or theres no point .. oink oink oink ... george orwell was right when everything he writes is turning out right ... read a book ... an go get a life .. dont get life ,livin for the hype , live or fight ... aint about whats right or what you have left ,,, the ups n down , this his profession, since conception ... a legend on an off the map I take no directions ... Ressurecting reppin steppin to a man in the slam barehand cuase he said a damn word about DRE ... i give a two fucks about kun klucks WU tang my only klan ... can I getta Hey ... on the low, with these angels ... Heyo wheres ma Halo ... aint playing games ... hands holder of the controller , console ya...uv's beneathe the feet ... solar , running with some stars before its over, i'll check out the bars on mars ... n sell them some doja ... welcome to the dojo of yoda '' hold up dont get bent outta shape im doing yoga ,Posers , suppose your back, would stand, long enough for ya posters ... it'd be over... my flows top these coasters , you'll be toast well im eating toaster strudels , i can tell ya scruples and ya pseudo science ...your highness is not looking as high as my iris ...four twenty ... heinsight is 50 50 ... and i got a hundred bucks coming back in cash or hash.... sick .. ughh .. im coming up... coming up ... got me cummin cups ,like a jay an silent bob movie at mooby's ... beefin a world of a silent god ... we scream at the top of our lungs to speak over Guns ... shoot iunno what slum you come from ... that hole in ya lung ... dont sound as hot as my bunsen . tungsten steel still got um jumping to conclusions ...my tounge is teal till the next evolution , revolution... djs know my **** is real evolution to the next revolution... may not have all the answers , but i got some solutions

Look, in all honesty, your raps are fuckin comedy
They make less sense than Bill Gates in momma jeans
They make less sense than Mitt Romney,
and they make less cents than the homeless Mexican guy on Auburn Street
I'm still on a roll, so don't wipe yet
So upset, a guy like you might get
But no, don't fret, we still aren't on set
But the minute we're on stage, on your forehead, there's 20 beads of sweat
Now you forget, every rhyme in your dull head
Now you're doctor Seuss, an icon, dead
I conquer like Kahn, yes
You lost the bet, so I'm higher than Kan. West
But better yet, I'm solo and I beat your quartet

The only rapper I can't touch is Prof
But all you other motherfuckers will get shut off
I'm at 99 knots, when it comes to talk
Rapping faster than bastards in back for the rapture
A new batch for the butcher, y'all naturally onlookers
I'm the master of all roosters,
so quit playing chicken and get in the little label maker
Slap a label on ya
Cain and Abel on ya
Portray a fable on ya
Then flip the table on ya

To be honest my raps are a fuckin comet
In the atmosphere to punish
The rappers here who want ****
That they don't need, forgive forget, **** it, let's rip
The spirit from the top rappers and give to the next
Generation of nations, rap is like communication
If you're still doctor Seuss, than be more patient for patients
And wait and be gracious!
Yeah.

(I) Me and Glitch are warring
(Will) Only one kid is scoring
(Not) He hit me with some ointments
(Yield) Such a big disappointment

Listen
This is a Jay-Z and Nas feud, we're taking it back in time
Back when America was suffering a mass decline
The world mourned loud
when the Twin Towers were brought down
You fucked with a silver bird, it's war now
I'm about to floor you down the Muhammad way
Take me on? You're dreaming, son, I'm about to hijack your astral plane
Better hold on to your Bible and pray I don't shower a plague on you
Spit flames on you
You overzealous bitch, you think you know the game, don't you?
I'm raining reality, take the pain like you're supposed to
Look into my eyes, Glitch, feel the nightmare in your iris
This isn't a magic spell, a glitch or a virus
This is my skill, this is how I apply it
It's like Army protocol, there's no way you can defy it
Buddy, you're holding back, you're trying to deny it
You got an act in your chapter, you abide by it
My rhymes get you going like an energy booster
Your moves suck, trying to come at me stupid, grabbing your two nuts
It's ironic you proclaim yourself a master of roosters
A rooster is another term for cock, you're a cock-abuser
You're "higher than Kan. West", that's what a lot of us know
That's 'cause you took the "Ye" out of his name and shoved it up your nose
You're a coke-head like Tony at the height of his career
My guns burst through the door and ice you on the stairs
You just left yourself open to attack; and you try to knock me off?
Poetic justice, you fell into your own trap

(I) Me and Glitch are warring
(Will) Only one kid is scoring
(Not) He hit me with some ointments
(Yield) Such a big disappointment

Any rates except 8etude's are appreciated.