Neverending Rap Battle

https://soundcloud.com/milkboxkids/soul-instrumental

in the lines etched across his face ... reading soul of a soldier never lost his faith,lost his way , found he never lost his soul ja, cold bones felt old fossil like apostles , looking at apocalypse , where did god go? theres jesus the preacher with a bottle in one hand n the gospel in the other ... forgive me father .. we all brothers .. but you aint doin dirt in the gutter ,washing ya hands clean, blood of another ... that boy was a son to a mother ... better check ya attitudes .. theres things you had ta too , and those you have ta do...dont get pissed n **** , listen kids ... priorities ya 1's n 2's ... ya p's n q's ya qp's ,ya Kool G's if were putting it out there , tear a piece of my essence remnants put in each sentence till i have to pay penance, ,I pray to one god death an live everyday like the day of independence ... till that last breath , bit of blood drip from my lip above ... hold up the golden glove .. head up even when im fed up with the feds head **** ... trust ... im human.. ima live ,ima die ... but well im alive ima keep on grooming my destiny ... shes a prize winner ...im so broke cant buy dinner... an i gotta put my hot temper on simmer , damn i gotta stop cooking up ways to kill zimmerman ... its all bout bills, its all bout paper .. but lets be real .. when your all outta bills and you aint got papers... ima say hi roll by lets hit the vapours ...I wanna be at one with nature , then i realize that nature is in no one , but all of us ...haterz , gravitys a mafucker befo it leave ya skulls all dust ... better get down or stand up grow a spine zealot .. sheeple i see ur church steeple every 3 blocks .. under the golden arches you walk say your prayers , pay your respects ... to the devil my own stomach lineing wears ...im prepared like testicals .. when people blindly swear they dont see it ...ima **** your head up till your readin the prescription ... itchin that scratch ... opinions different then fact , n its a fact your opinion dont mean jack , less your wallets fat or your knowledge stacked with more then college stats ... kept calling for god .. homie never called me back. word,so i made a track , started breaking records ,running laps.. at a hundred.. before they realize my engines Rev when they Run'n. Past I pray Hip Hop before I pass .. today I play hip hop all day looking back ,i was always for the rap ... not the virgins blood or baby tears , nope aint nothing more pure then that ..

new song by eminem what do yall think https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7cQ3b0iqLo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

i think on the technical side his flows n structure were solid but his punches n metaphors were weak ...

to be honest it seems like em is dumbing down his lyrics trying to do the jay z method when in all honesty , his style originaly worked cause it was silly not stupid ... n seriously his got that nasally voice hes had for a while now n hes gotta stop that **** , it doesnt sound appealing , just my sentiments

hey these ladies now stare me like they were lookin for 80 since 80-eight a.d,now they shade me,sketch me and paint me like m the new SHADY

who was hated in the start and became king lately,i just wanna
kick your ass-e-s harder then bretlee,faster than i drive my bentley

mantely m disorderd just like my buildings escelator
m trynna not to lose my temper,trynna protect it,sheild it like

an escalador but my words are fuckkin my anger up when they
elevate up,till m hated like paki leaders and paki traiters

my feets are off the earth cuz hate has glued my feets to accelator
and these dicc suckin hottues are with me till m fuccin your audis

and smokin em fast in bugatti,watch my feets move
faster than its wheel spin,ima even kill your soul

after i peel skin outa your body,hatin you was my instinct
till u become an extinct since i was poor 9 years old grim kid

you got a face like simon powell , my rhymes'll pow ..
you aint the **** disemboweled ya click , hit um in the back of the clitorus .. bitch you wanted to get some ass ... heres a maximus glueteus ...
u can kiss, well ya chicks lips on my mount vesuvius ...
im not like you .. you want a cut , id rather knife you
slice you dice you , cook up a nice stew with ya life dude,
u sorta like truth .. I love it .. **** with her in the booth or in public ...
your rubbish, wha? bich your what? ya bich ...
Bitch i grew up on dogg pound...
dj where the needle i'll put a dog down , n kill a vet ..
without breaking a sweat ,
breaking a neck ..
bboy breaking casettes
,never breaking my word to that girl hip hop .. I made a promise
, homie only create bomb **** .. atomic cronic ...
u pussies alchaholics leave ya selves Cat-a-tonic ...
is that a hot beat or my dick ..
damn u wanna put another rapper on it ...
every hook a book of life ..
ya'lll want me write another chapter on it ...
my supersonics superb subliminal superluminal ...
ur gonna need a speedy gonzalez translata,
an a limited edition decoder ring to view data ,
god bless, achuu haters n spittin um out ..
u never coming original , born with a dick in ya scalp..
suprized u oversized pussies can fit in your blouse ...
im not just kicking um down ..
i wanna see if these cocksuckers cant fit my fist in there mouth ..
grab there tounge n rippin um out ...
people thought i changed ,
only difference is now ...
im the same ... they changed ...
i'll rip off ya ears n scream are you listening now ...
thermite mics ignite my cyphs so hot , it'll never simmer down...
extraterrestrial celestial vessel material like this has never bin found...
shoot im back kids .. on my zimmerman trials ...

Real talk...will walk .... mil blocks ... before the grill drop...
science in ya eyes vis, write it right on your eyelids
imprint blueprints in the iris .. looks like life has a few filters...
photoshop the nanobyte .. in ya enamel ,like picture that ...
docs with needles filled with paralysis to cripple cats ..
djs with needles filled with ballads ...
vote for Dead presidents on the ballot
so much drive, on my ninth car, befar the license valid
jesus , getting hammered like a spike n mallot
between heaven n hell , on earth we do dirt n try n find a balance
im walkin the tight rope round gippettos neck
hand around the globe yoyo .. loco pulling the string , choke hold
vocal chords strummed , make his heart beat out of his chest ...doh doh
ya im getting simpson dolo ,yo bro, you getting extinct dodo
whats worse gut hurts from hunger throat parched from thirst
or being deprived knowledge of the universe
jump moons n church .. bleeding through the same vein
bleeding the resolution, leaking on that waving flag
in the hands of global bankers saving face .. they aint saving grace
these cock suckers love the way saten tastes when there makin paps
invested in there greed. so they create jobs .like the law,
arrestin the streets
using names like god n like allah
bleeding the peeps, cardiac arresting the streets
waking up in a warzone aint restin in peace
just killers, murderers an death in the streets
im zestin the cheech , n kids got meth in there cheeks
forgettin to sleep.. 3 days dazed on a mescaline repeat
since i been a rhyme feen crime scenes like rhyme schemes ,
youd never believe i did it ...

JUDGEMENT HOUSE

[Intro]
It is said in the Bible,
"For God so loved the world that He sent His one and only begotten Son,
that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but will have eternal life."
John 3:16

[Priest]
As the Lamb's Book of Life opens right before your eyes
Every one of you shall find out where your destiny lies
If your name has been found, then that means you accepted Christ
If your name hasn't been found, then you rejected Christ
Some of you were given time to pray and wash your sins away
And some chose to turn your back on God and go astray
Some of you have made preparations to this day
But some of you have not prepared, needless to say
When I call your name out, please make a step forward
And confirm your identity in order to be acknowledged
Would the person by the name of Terry Richards step up?

[Terry] I'm here.
[Priest] Are you Terry Richards?
[Terry] Yes, sir.

[Priest]
Terry, your life has been a living instance
of what it truly means to be a sinless Christian
You stood by your family when everyone else turned them away
When they always had something hurtful to say
You also risked your life to save that little girl on her birthday
It's a shock that nobody noticed that S5 coming her way
And that was coincidentally on a Maundy Thursday at Easter time
The day before Jesus died
You seemed to pick a good day to put God in the picture
Not just for the victim, but also because of the Spirit
that you had the heart to accept
And that courage has rewarded you a place
Right here in Heaven with the One who you shall now embrace
Enter now, witness the foundation laid for you
There'll be no sorrow, no grief and no pain for you
The worst is over for you, Terry
Therefore, go and be with Him now, and be merry

[Terry]
Before I do, there's something that I would like to state
that the peace I feel within me now is amazing
I know right now my dear wife and kids mourn me
But they need not, for from now on I bask in His glory

[Priest]
Go now, enter the Kingdom of Heaven

[Terry]
Yeah, I will, thank you, sir, I'm gonna kick it with my brethren

[Priest]
Would the next person by the name of Peter Lynn step up?

[Peter] I'm here.
[Priest] Are you Peter Lynn?
[Peter] Yes, sir.

[Priest]
Mr. Lynn, I'm really sorry to say this
But your name does not appear in the Lord's pages
This possibly means that there was never a time
that you thought about Christ and accepted Him in your life

[Peter]
But I went to church every Sunday with my kids and my wife
I received my Holy Communion when I was just five
Since then, I've been attending every service at His tower
From the Easter and Christmas Masses to the Liturgy Hour
I worked hard all my life and always spared a thought for others
My friends, my cousins, my mother, father and brother
I even looked after my Gramps when the guy was ill
Took him to the doctor every week to prescribe his pills

[Priest]
Mr. Lynn, you're missing the point
Going to church and feeding your ones doesn't give you any points
What about the day you lost your job and you cursed
Raised a fist to God and screamed things that were hard to put in words?

[Peter]
I didn't mean to curse God, I was just enraged
There were always competitors that made me feel upstaged

[Priest]
It doesn't matter what you suffered, you still gave in to wrath
You made a bad decision that day and took the wrong path
What was the point in beating that businessman up in the super mart?
What did he do to you except put stuff in his food cart?
You do realise that you'll have to pay a penalty
You treated over half of your mates as enemies
You were overly jealous of your neighbours
Spent the most of your life yelling like a hater
You'll have a spend an eternity in Hell

[Peter] Wh-what .....? Hell .....?!
[Priest] Yes, the place of punishment you'll forever dwell

[Peter]
No! I believe in Jesus, I believe in Him!
Give me just one more chance and I'll receive Him!!
Please don't ..... Please don't make me pay!
PLEASE!! No, get out of my face! GO AWAY!!!!
NOOOOO!!!!! (voice fades)

[Priest]
Would the next person by the name of William Evans step up?

[William] I'm here.
[Priest] Are you William Evans?
[William] Yes, sir.

[Priest]
Mr. Evans, you've gone through a lot of hard times
Like Jay-Z, you've experienced a "Hard Knock Life"
You lost your girlfriend in a car crash, you were treated unfairly
You were bullied, cheated on, and even had your hair pulled
But regardless, you never lost your trust in God
Kept the Spirit in your heart from the start
I know it must've been hard for you to keep in touch with your faith in Him
Especially when a lot of non-believers negated Him
You held your ground, slowly but surely
Stood up with courage, and lived life purely
For this, you'll be rewarded with eternal life
Go, be with Him now, and live under His light

[William]
Praise the Lord! Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, St. Peter!
I will go right through the Gates now and be with Him.

perpetutated personas , **** stinks perferated colons
,personally im a shark in a pirhana tank .. ganja dank ..
got my mom to thank for my hunger pains ...
from the age of a couple months those tittys had no lunch ...
so I hit the bottle , n if tomorrow I hit the lotto ..
ima hit a model with a whole lotta dick to swallow ..
ya'll know you can kiss my apollo if you dont like ma creed ...
this is rocky from the rockies temper shorter then jockeys ...
more horsepower then all ya horseshit turned into gunpowder...
shoot
im going bigger then mars
blowin up bigger then stars
when they explode, hittin the radio waves in a sun shower...
one hour , just give me sixty minutes
some dope beats an mix me in it ..
like an inter racial orgy with sixteen women
,shhhh , bitch you shhh
, give um a facial if u dont let me finish ...
all over that sexy grimace

i wanna hear that on a beat

I ever tell you about that time
before I had rhyme
before I had half a mind
to think twice

when it was broken homes
holmes with broken bones
there was no going home
15 out on my own
16 out on my own
17 jail the only family ive known
18 aint juvi now full grown
19 doobies homegrown
20 if I dont get money ima kill somebody
21 if I dont get honey , i get the cherry bloody
22 I need food , just spent few months ion the shoe rents due
23 more hungry look twice as bummy,wrapped up in rap like a mummy
24 at war with who I am now n who I was before
25 kanye plays jokes on you im still alive,next is kendrick bitch dont kill my vibe
26 im milking this world aint sucking on mommys tits..
27 either be at seven eleven blunt n fourty in hand or in heaven
anything passed that cause an acid flashback
drive till i get that cadillac rims so phat fill yo eyes like cataracts
with hydrolics that bounce so high i got cloud 9 in my diastolic
I found my higher calling when the skys are falling hung up the phone...
so i could make a beat with the dial tone ..Beep Beep ,Beep BLEEP

ARK OF THE COVENANT
(Simple 16-bar freestyle)

My style is like the Ark of the Covenant, nobody is touching it
The consequence of such is a godly punishment
You don't **** with it like a virgin who's never had sex
Try to tamper with it and rappers are curtains, witness my wrath set
fire and lay waste to these negaters giving chase
Make a little grave for those weak haters and lay them in their place
ILLustraight is quick to create and kindle flames
I got so much fire in my "Belly" not even Sincere or Tommy could dig the rage
I'm a gorilla caged, but Soon as I rip the bars off the hinges I'm making
All the other ones in the Mist skip away
I've been in solitary confinement for far too long now
You fucked with someone who's violent, you've started war now
I'm gonna drop so many bombs they're gonna cause you
much more harm than when Osama Bin Laden destroyed the tall towers
So if your heart is as large as your coarse mouth
You'd have respect for hip-hop and quit being such a sore clown

EVERYONE MAKE YOUR FASTEST-RAPPING VERSE AND MESSAGE IT TO ME! Make sure it is Race-related (cars). Here is what it will be fitting into, so you know the style:

(Aye! Aye!) look
(Aye! Aye!) y'all motherfuckas start your engines
(Aye! Aye!) let's end this quick
(Aye! Aye!) (pause) let's go

(Aye! Aye!) I've been pretty awful lately
(Aye! Aye!) my lack of cooperating
(Aye! Aye!) my life just ain't worth saving
If you bitches get religious well you better start your praying
(Aye! Aye!) I'm hopping up and off my noggin
(Aye! Aye!) yeah I'm drowning way too often
(Aye! Aye!) just cause I'm six feet under, droppin
Losing breath I'm recollecting and I've lost I'm waterlogging
(Boom) opportunity is boundless
(Bang) watch me put a ring around it
(Stop!) this Black Death is now a surrounding
It's ironic, bubonic, nauseous, iconic at your door it's poundin
(One) fresher than the farmer's grain
(Two) lesser than a peasants brain
(Three!) hello hella I'm psycho and insane
Magnetic, I'm precious, smeagol evil, "the bullet train"
(GO!)

((Someone's verse here))

Shift, kick it into gear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)
Drift, slippin' to the rear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)

Flames painted on the Chasis
So godamn classy, I pray that I won't crash it!

Shift, kick it into gear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)
Drift, slippin' to the rear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)

And my ride is still the hot type
Flames trailing behind, 50 inches of exhaust pipes!

(So laugh) if I burnout on the curb
(So clap) when I turn out, it's unheard
(Go back!) in the fraction of a word
Slapping off the dirt, rapping what I've learned, and grabbing what I've earned

((Someone's verse here))

((Someone's verse here))

My v10 rumbles, the weak then tumble
They flee and mumble, "it's the collector's addition bundle"
This artist goes hardest, honestly novice
But none other than caution taken when on him
Gawking "how can he so often, be known to astonish"
I'm rockin this office, logged into the rosters
I'm officially topping off the mug with my bossing
I'm boss in this option, run the business and pockets
Of every worker and jobless, jaw-dropped jockey
Jogging off with my album in his ears
Peers appear to play with the weird fears
Of each other, brother on brother
Now the jock's turned off
By my subliminal thought
Within my criminal rock
The rap is gripping them on
With no off switch
They gasp, nauseous
The collapse chronic
Left unconscious!
I'm Gliitch, HONEST!

Drift, kick into gear!
(Flor IT!)
Shift, ahead and now I'm here!
(Slip my grip, it!)

Petal to the ground
Closed circuit, who's the best at goin' round?

((Best verse here))

Drift, kick into gear!
(The light no longer red)
Shift, ahead and now I'm here!
(Finish line is up ahead)

Quickly, I turn back from the wall
Drifting, close my eyes, and the checkered flag falls!

yo prof me an you gots to collab soon haha

* My responses in red.

[Gliitch]
(Aye! Aye!) look
(Aye! Aye!) y'all motherfuckas start your engines
(Aye! Aye!) let's end this quick
(Aye! Aye!) (pause) let's go

(Aye! Aye!) I've been pretty awful lately
(Aye! Aye!) my lack of cooperating
(Aye! Aye!) my life just ain't worth saving
If you bitches get religious well you better start your praying
(Aye! Aye!) I'm hopping up and off my noggin
(Aye! Aye!) yeah I'm drowning way too often
(Aye! Aye!) just cause I'm six feet under, droppin
Losing breath I'm recollecting and I've lost I'm waterlogging
(Boom) opportunity is boundless
(Bang) watch me put a ring around it
(Stop!) this Black Death is now a surrounding
It's ironic, bubonic, nauseous, iconic at your door it's poundin
(One) fresher than the farmer's grain
(Two) lesser than a peasants brain
(Three!) hello hella I'm psycho and insane
Magnetic, I'm precious, smeagol evil, "the bullet train"
(GO!)

[Ills]
(Slow) I'm a slow, snail with a low, trail
(Fast) ..... But as soon as the light turns green I take off like a Formula 1 race car with a temper that's meaner than a giant who is walking on stilts chasing Mickey Mouse through the little beanstalk wood
Dare you Ralph Schumachers try and hack this?
Goddamn it, I wish you all would!
Hopping and dropping and stopping and topping these rock-and-socking motherfuckers
'cause I'm top notch
And I'm jumping like Sasquatch
I'm a mighty gorilla
Think you buccaneers can test your might against a Killah?
I'm not a Ghostface or a Tony or an Iron Man but I can really fly like an eagle
This marijuana's got me on speed like an addict who is high off the coke
or a driver who's evil
This is Ricky Bobby the sequel
But this time I'm knocking off Ali G's vehicle
And making him go billebillebillebillebillebillebeelabel
Sacre bleu, this is unbelievable!

[Gliitch]
Shift, kick it into gear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)
Drift, slippin' to the rear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)

Flames painted on the Chasis
So godamn classy, I pray that I won't crash it!

Shift, kick it into gear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)
Drift, slippin' to the rear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)

And my ride is still the hot type
Flames trailing behind, 50 inches of exhaust pipes!

(So laugh) if I burnout on the curb
(So clap) when I turn out, it's unheard
(Go back!) in the fraction of a word
Slapping off the dirt, rapping what I've learned, and grabbing what I've earned

[Ills]
And that is absurd
Fast is the word when you're going through about 10 laps with your bursts
Leave those bastards in the dirt, make those faggots say curses
And I don't mean the word itself
I mean the meanest, villainous, evil, ruthless, foul, most vulgar language on Earth
(beat stops)
**** **** ass bitch **** fart turd cock piss pussy dick tits goddamn BEEP.
(beat resumes)
Road Runner can't match my speed
'Cause every now and then he needs to have some seeds to keep him going on his feet without the wolf ever catching him and using him for a little recipe
with the knife and fork
His tongue likes to talk
He doesn't say a word, he lets the traps do the talking
But that bird is too fast and too raw for him
He can't even smash a big rock on him
He's having a difficult time scoring
His continuous fails are boring
The supersonic super-chronic stupid Mach-6 dude is on it
Got his nitro boosted while he's zooming down that route like a convict
escaping from the cop men who are on him
Their pursuit is hot with their shooters cocked
The dudes in the copter are watching, reporting the news
Broadcasted on your router box set

My v10 rumbles, the weak then tumble
They flee and mumble, "it's the collector's addition bundle"
This artist goes hardest, honestly novice
But none other than caution taken when on him
Gawking "how can he so often, be known to astonish"
I'm rockin this office, logged into the rosters
I'm officially topping off the mug with my bossing
I'm boss in this option, run the business and pockets
Of every worker and jobless, jaw-dropped jockey
Jogging off with my album in his ears
Peers appear to play with the weird fears
Of each other, brother on brother
Now the jock's turned off
By my subliminal thought
Within my criminal rock
The rap is gripping them on
With no off switch
They gasp, nauseous
The collapse chronic
Left unconscious!
I'm Gliitch, HONEST!

Drift, kick into gear!
(Flor IT!)
Shift, ahead and now I'm here!
(Slip my grip, it!)

Petal to the ground
Closed circuit, who's the best at goin' round?

[Ills]
Me.
(pause)
I'm Michael Schumacher in his prime
With a bit of Lewis Hamilton inside
And he has his mind on the grandest prize
Imagining standing beside two handsome dimes
With the trophy on one hand and sipping Moët on the other, let the champagne fly
Like Tony Hawk I got some rad intertwined
and kicking enough dust to make Hakkinen blind
Man how bad have I mastered this rhyme
and I'm glad, I'm carrying the happiest of smiles
My raps make a Clan go wild
Blaze enough to make a Method Man run a mile
This car ain't nothing to **** with, bitch, so you better get your hands off of mine
Turn back the hands of time
and run that ************ again just to crack at you swines
I'm flooring, scoring, touring and whoring every avenue and cul-de-sac
faster than you can say "What the ****?"
I'm fast food and there ain't a ************ that can **** with that
So don't touch that or run that, get off my nut-sack
I'm a tough nut to crack when I run laps
I'm Lightning McQueen when I come back swinging with my engine on
Knocking Thomas' tank back

Drift, kick into gear!
(The light no longer red)
Shift, ahead and now I'm here!
(Finish line is up ahead)

Quickly, I turn back from the wall
Drifting, close my eyes, and the checkered flag falls!

Fuckin straight as Ills should be!

Yeah, well, that's the best I can do, unfortunately. Sorry about that.

im to nice .. for one **** .. end up with 2 wifes
im to good.. for one god .. end up with jesus blazing buddha in the hood
im to raw.. to put a condom on when im busting in her jaw
im to flawed .. not to break a bboy stance ..for applause
im to this , im to that .. 22 twos is how i learned to rap
im 2 away from picking another bag
im 2 ash trays from throwing a smoke grenade
im 2 dimensions past the first 2 mentioned
for now .. they should forfeit ..jedi's cant match thyne control of forces
u fortify for a forts night with horseshit ...
my minds a fortress more drive then porches horses replaced with chuck norris's
beard ... weird I know right
... started listenin to yela ...
fucked with radio active till my dick glowed bright
ur prostitots use as a dildo/glowlight
freal though like .. some cat said yo mike , you have no life
I responded despondent ... no life an no death , cold , honest
behold ... run his mouth like nikes on his chin Check
how quickly I start buggin on insects . havent slept
since my first set . my first show , my first song , my first ho
my first regret , my first Ohhh wind knocked out of the soul

convuluted students loosein lucid ,usin abuse it .im moving loop kits
puking music... abusive , suited for the shoes that run it .... aint no who done it
no mystery , no bull **** , a full clip of history shooting through misery , those days heaven visit me ... once upon a michalangelos david slanging goliath into liberty ... erecting a statue ... im that dude .. these cop cars are white n black dude ... life is in living colour ... like jim carrey and an kenaan doing ivory ... How high was I when I though of that line ... kill music an make beats outta the flatline .. repulsed by my impulse, hulk n malt assault the pulse ... somersault over summer , fall once a year . pick up n get her number ... u either getting over or going under ... im getting through going humble... with a humunga hunger colder then the tundra, tounge a toungsten steel telling ya how i feel .

https://soundcloud.com/milkboxkids/horrorcore-instrumental

new beat made from the walking dead theme song

Prof just justified every rap verse ever with this line

"life is in living colour ... like jim carrey and an kenaan doing ivory ... How high was I when I though of that line"