Neverending Rap Battle

fucc the pain,now i am woundless
my new job to to launch campaign and paint the town red

i guzzle the bottle with champaign and cant see where is the grounds at,my feets are already off the earth

ride wid me if you wanna dirt and knock the world
i fuccin hurl the punches on your face through the stereo

remain in your presedios or keep your ears glued to the radio
cuz this is the way i get paid,d-o my thing hard and rip charts

of billboards like a dildo rips that thing apart,my skills dope
so theres still hope to see 80 blows,kills goat and and rip their

**** apart,ive gotta couple of brains,one is in my heart
it tells me that i live strong and another tells me i would die hard

my thinking is sly,sharp,sick as fucc and real like pac
i am real iced on this mic,specially when this real mic warps

some hits on your face from the summit of this rap mount
and i cant abdicate from thrown cuz m trapped,bound in this
****

Broke an broken that feelings priceless
so much drive ,the way i hang , with a suspended license
leave octagons red .. profighters cant stop me
leave ox at moms , oxymorons poppin oxy's
father ex militant, fields filled with them rock'n poppy's
caffeine's beefing over a decent coffee
actually , whats sick ,docs get paid for a cough fee
even if they prescribed the toxins talkin sweet as toffee

audacious face it ... you look down mean muggin , heres a facelift
basics basted , base it on the basses basement mason freebasein
creation ...
death looking over my shoulder readin the eden im smoking
breathein the seeds in my open pages ... pandoras box
labeled on top my hip hop ..
so contagious ...hello looks like human velcro got um hooked ...
robbin with a batman got that gothum soot .. beneathe the fingertips
slap a cop in the face they want ma fingerprints
finger prince
princess likes when he puts his middle finger up
thumbs up , to a fist **** so far i got my wrist up
my fings a pimp , bitch wuh ?
you shut your mouth when talking ta me
psshh ,this pup im only here to get my dick sucked
im actually a nice guy , had a three way thrice time
with her pussy , ass n mind ,im lieing thats assanine
bust shots on her butt , pussy an eyes till shes blind
or has enough protein at 14 for christopher reeves spine
light um up its christmas tree time
Like um up its this emcees Time .59
under 60 seconds I blew your mind n she blew mine ... laheim

there once was a girl who lived by the ocean , all through the year waves kept flowing , are they saying hi or goodbye where were they going.swimming through his thoughts , bleeding his soul reason into poems .. for one drip of that potion floating through his blood filled with raw emotion ... shes so potent ,got a dopefeen overdosing ...

There was a time when I didn't rhyme, and
I had dreams of a movie star, but as time went, by
I realized, my love for music pushed my dream too high
So I lost sight, I got fright, it got worse with personal problems
It was hurtin' so awful, especially after the girl I loved moved on from the gospel
Dropped the holy water, fell into the arms of another
And I lost her...
Whispers of when we hugged was just too thin to hear through the wind
I mean did she even give, any love, like I did?
I like to believe it, how could I conceive that
she never loved it when she put her fingers on me, that
Feeling of joy should've been mutual,
but I wasn't good enough, so she left from the classroom
And now it's Act II, the last clue fell prey to my track two (my second song)
Where I told of love, and wanted hate,
now it's reverse, I'm fuckin getting rid of this place!
Where I told of love, and wanted hate
When it was act II, I see that last clue take place, here's track two
I'm good enough, I'm teaching the classroom
This feeling of joy is now true
How I long for her fingers on me, that
I truly believed it? I truly conceived it
I know I gave love and that's the best I can give
Screaming out with happiness blends in with the wind

But that's okay! I'm always waiting
Anticipating, anxious, no hate is elevating
I'm thanking whoever let me be alive, to strive, breaking
Under pressure is a natural part of life, that's right, saving
The righteous ideas, inside, is like waiting
For the day when I'm prepared to die-...

And after all this, only one thing showed
And after all this, I found my boat
And after all this, I built a large bridge
I hopped on and rode the transatlantic road

To dislocate myself from what you call home
To find myself where I can be alone
But while alone I found you sitting under the oak tree
But when I come back, I don't think you'll believe me-...

~\* this is just for all of you who think you can't find the truth.
Sometimes the secret is to keep searching for it, and sometimes the secret is to stop searching for a while */~

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something happened rappin , trappin , slappin , ass n never slackin
wolverine on screens on his hugh jackman , who dat man
this man .. started with casettes stepped to a discman
Rapper at the dawn of napster,dbz n nappa
scrapper scrap a chapter ... master masked massacre the gash
beat that ass, like she owe me money , 420
the time is right , ignite the limelight find mic in the highlights
so shady ,he hungry aye mommy where the gravy
baked baking pastries making cakes so tasty
roll in a rolls royce ,a gold hoyce gracie
for hood ornament
put you on the corner
or in the corner of a coroners office washing off ya autopsy
obviously a hood ornament
do some no good for the rent
never gonna be this poor again
useing his rhyme book for a tent
aint get no sleep , one eye open one eye closing
one I flowing of one mind potent
posing a problem ,find the green goblin n robbum
batman robin gothum , caution gotten rotten
eating away till it walked in to a grave killin a page
filling a face with feelings ,
pilling the faith , there peeling
billion mistakes , on the ceiling of her mouf
bitch know what im talking bout .. scalp
scalpel ..mouth full of razorblades,
shave ya face , hack a hacks database , slash ya waist
n stash the fake in a basket cause he a basket case
when i pass away im going passed the grave walking past the masquarde
walking up to god im done with the charade , where the tanguray an babes
bombay bombed ,ima blow up get paid,n get paid to blow ugghhh
leaked a sex vid,erected, getting my cut well the media disected
perfected , directed , so you can cut it with the stephen spielberg
roll in an alchamino in chinos, pimpin on some tear-a-tino
musics money,give a hundred bucks to most ya dummies , never C-Notes
G's no me , lawn gnome in the G-nome , homie .. homies a phenom ..
a pete tong twista , swishers sweet ... spliff the cheech ... Chonged
I aint gone miss the beat
killed it , aint no mystery
winners writein history ....GONED ... im out Peace

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buzzed light years with a woody in her mouth , no toy story , he rocking a hoodie , she got on a blouse.. he rocking the hood feens, she'd just gotten a house... pin through the condom wanting kids... never dumped a load in her mouth ... right when he was about , get up out a bed , push her lips off his head and leave the kids in the toilet dead ... flushed ... here face looked ghost ... so fo the next four years ,hoe was in tears ... he used for lube on her assets ...doing gymnastics ... one day she said thats it ..cleaned out her gastric , grabbed his seman rubbed her vag quick ... dad is not trying to pay child support for shitty kids .. grabbed 66 cleaning agents used 56 on her clitorous and ten on my pen for getting so Durrrty ... git a script for sipholous for my listeners . sick a this ... insipid vividless when whacks aint spittin this viciousness venomis picture this King Kai Kobra B.O.A. a Boa Choke hold ya D.O.A. ... running over your snake ways ... shoot you dont want AK's . Babeh you want Ray J's ... Ray bans an getting laid babe in the sand well getting some sand between ya crack .. most emcees is whack ... Eminem since said Fack thats a Fact and I had marshall mathers raps attached to my nutsack ... I use ta fux with it .. now its mo like **** dat ... but that doesnt mean I dont respect him ... hes done taking One direction now hes trying to have a 3 ways , with DJs , E-Bay and cheesecake ...mixed up an selling out more than he can stomach ... pass your bank account number i'll eat from your plate for a summer , come fall still have that hunger , cant fall back against the wall , undergoing the greatest risk of all ...walking up to my idol throw on the vinyl and piss him off ... you can suck a dick or lick my balls ... either way you getting nuttin , just me coming ... hey where the **** you goin ? i aint done yet ...shoot gangsta aint even got my gun wet, before its lights out for these stars , sunset . one set , two set , 3 sett ..forceps .. 1 rep . 2 rep . 3 repeatively beating ya head off the floor ... I dont see these dicks no more they softcore porn ... Peace Noone wants War

I dont believe in RAPGODS ... techniques not an immortal
ppl like mike you should back off the mic , why so these jack offs can whack off
got so much drive ... ima need a wax job... wax on wax off
kemo swavvy , kemosabi
I ever see a rap god im make um bleed
over the pages there followers read
real Gods plant knowledge
you just swallowed the seed
im a devout believer in ether,either the kind blammin out ya speakers
or the kind with the third eye to see ya for who you really are
musics buiness ,, you need to mind yours ...
if yous is bitches ... dog I aint got time for
rhyme force time warp
Doctor Who can verify your a time lord
the watch that clock the speed I move my mind forth

PEACE

all these fakes are so odd
if this is the make of rap gods
they just made me a rap atheist
**** this crap im hating this
if hes a rap god im a rap titian
youll remember me when im fightin
his still went from woah to hoe
every bodys like "**** this"
that crap makes me pissed
im the ******* zues of this
and you just aint used to it
im taking to rap heaven, rap olympis, rap hell
em you say you up in this but i cant tell
ill still him my respect
but what the heck
hes only doin this for a check
does his brain have a defect
cuz i cant detect any realness
and if there is some i cant feels it
you try to mirror a rap god
so it makes you a rap dog
but im the alpha dawg you just a rap bitch
yo **** this ****

clever clever getting better

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hahaha thanks man i still got a long way to go but imma be practicing more

If the first verse bores you, just skip to the second.

Or just skip to punch time


Breathe

Look at this rapido banditi
As he rallies the kitties
Pussy-ass weenies who succeeded
At being beaten by demons
And now he's screamin' "I'm bleeding"
Carpet stained like santini
And now he's being completely
Creepy and crazy and weakly
Cause weekly he's reaping
Mourning and steaming
Morning is pretty but to him it's too shitty
Gives two shits see, no to give three
Note to Gibson "my guitar is too screechy"
Back to the subject, rapido rapidly ejects
Like a reject, escaping his sleek jet
As it quickly wrecks, into two towers, to clean up
One way ticket from Egypt (Egyptian music) it's secret
But after bleeding he needs a Kleenex, a clean jacket
As he breathes in, smoke and gasses, killed like a maggot
No rapping no credit, no pageant, no precious letters
No better fenders, as this bed-wetter is hindered
(News head lines speak of 9-11, and all the deaths)

This world is insanity, one simple tragedy
We still mourn them, when actually
In the Middle East that's the average hourly
Happening, they count on the, bigger brother when we naturally
Battle with taxes and half the pleas lead to debt, then they laugh at me
Because I'm American and didn't save their family
Are you expecting me, to grab a rifle and a magazine, and travel countries
To save a teen, from a bullet through their memories, and that's all they are
From then on, damn anarchy
Yet instead I have a family to feed, I can't save every anthill I see
Under a massive stampede, I can't donate to every homeless man that I see
That's a fantasy for fancy happy people who can afford half a sheet
Of caviar in the back of the limousine
Gmc, Lincoln hummer and jeep
All around swarming like bees





(PUNCH TIME!)
Meanwhile I struggle with only two deadlines
Turning in homework, and delivering a punchline
So must I? This battle is already won
One on one, rap so hard I punctured a LUNG
CANCERous so call me MR WHITE on the phone
"I got the package if you've got the dough"
Don't know the difference between a meth-head and a ho
There, my punchline, pleased as it
The fact is I'm just a HEROINE addict
With Y-ray vision, irate missions
A girl fights eight bitches
To get with superman, super me
Sing like RIHANNA, let CHRIS drop the BEAT
Mr. Brown and mr. White, a racial meet
But to the fictional tale, who's the real white meat?
Chris ain't used to seeing people with nice teeth
So he shoots him once times three
And one dispute led to finale
He's dead, laying face down, on the street
And all his fans watch, thinking "damn that's cheap"
Cheap as a chopper with ONE WHEEL, no feet
UNICYCLE WHEELIE past the fleet
SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, HANNIBAL loves his FLEECE
And now skin sweaters for sin weather
Whether or not to send ya
Off to the nether, where you're better
Off with a never ending letter
Of all your **** UPS AND LECTURES
Can't even call them raps, I'm past TAPS
AWAKE AND ALIVE, smash a SKILLET in fact
Superhuman strong, I'm just like that
KRYPTONITE, 3 DOORS back, to the last RELAPSE
Where EMINEM took a bite out of skittle
Lost his skills and tasted the rainbow
RAP GOD? Bitch you're an angel
I'm the god now, follow my orders you pain, yo
Don't call TECHnical with that STRANGE flow
You pussy, N9NE lives dropped to zero (DEUCE!)
Land on your feet, are you stuck in a tree
As the fireman, let me light flames at the leaves
And let you burn as the fire alarm keeps up the beat
(BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP)
That's your bed-time story, now sleep beneath the sheets...

Breathe

I'm a waiter who ain't waiting, ain't patient,
delivers verses to the fables
And now I'm cutting up a rapper,
slow cook him and serve him to the tables
With warm bagels and drank, tangled,
his ass mangled, fresh meat, served like Greco with mangos
The new-fangled design, fresh from a mind,
Ahead of its people ahead of its time
Turned clock, tuned glock, two o'clock, two shots
Buzzing like bee, nah a wasp!
Sting twice while after one time, you drop
You protect the hive mentality
You're mentally battling someone solo, so challenging
Your energy is heavily dropping steadily, but keep pedaling
You'll get it right after a few more fails? Nah
This is a jail brawl, bloody knuckles, broken tail-bones
Get nailed hard, in the jaw by a jail dog, and a black cock
Dyed chicken, covered in tar and feathered
So much fluff in that line, stuff it in my pillowcase and ease my mind
So easy to find, a weakly rhyme, unless you check my verses
And all you see is punchlines
Punchcircles, punchsquares, punchdodecahedrons
This ambiance is on the spot, throat irritated, rhymes spicy hot
Spiracha, burns off and on
I light my ketchup on fire, now that's spicy AGH!
Useful use of onomatopoeia, off and on I'm being
Rocking lobbing lyrics, free like socks to Dobby (genius!)
Where do I get experience? It's all in the genum penus
Be-itch

Lie on me then it is death you will see
Isolated from the fakes so Im as real as can be
You see my math teacher said that I'm illiterate
But she can suck a dick cuz I still graduated, hated for killing ****
I told you Imma make a rap style, lyrics they infinite
Get capped in your knee, knee capped like torn ligaments
My nigga Im making good, hollywood you get shot call it hollyhood
So no lie Im the truth, yall gotta move,
So back back with your wack ass or get killed in the booth
You say you spent money, but who paid?
Me and music tend to go together like black niggas and kool-aid
Cool lay back so its **** whatever you say, and she say, and he say, and we say, and I say
You niggas drop bombs somebody yell mayday
You niggas hate cuz Im on the grind like Lupe
You gay, Ill give it to you two ways
Nigga got a grip like Im handcuffin a suitcase
Im feeling like Drake, **** it Im on,
Haters remind me of trees cuz they wont leave me alone
I said leaf me alone,
they can't see me Im grown
I said seed me im grown
Its cuz Im bad to the bone

oo vibing ambience n its greezy , if you could get the drums to thump a lil harder Omg id nut

at the dawn a creation a spawn a saten
abomination i'll bomb a nation
mom baking bombs makins sons
world domination dalmer faceing
ima tyson steel in his prime
blood flow , no complications
my soul dont want no confrontations
but the constant hating
behind the back conversatin
altercations alter ya state a mind
we live an alternate fate
bring it all to the place
were it began , before the first amoeba swam
you wouldnt believe a man
but youd believe a god
that most people rather follow , then lead by example
scared of tommorow , still see a handful
of people holding there faces with there hands full
I know to many with pockets empty
like , yo you got any , there optics envy
I gots plenty
heart
intelligence
soul
anything else irrelevant
you can check my nikes
grimey still dress nicely
noone to impress, put a fresh pair to the test
jumping through the air ,the best therapist
not scared a **** , more worried bout assholes
emeritus rap flow
terrorists at home
end up with a pair a ribs split
parasitic
pair a critics
pair a crickets
jumping till they hear a ribbit
froggy till there hear the frigid
ice box before biology class
sat in school disecting the psychology class
in jail read philosophy
thought who allowed the ideology to pass
that a goverment system use citizens as victums
allowing it to rob steal n kill in the name of gods will
since a kid we've got biills , i was 6 and **** got real
personally i dont care how a cop feel
they feel like copping a job gives um a god complex
im make it simple
get the **** out my face
less you buying dont take my info
you want games play nintendo
you got it , roger that 10 fo
come at me im coming back ten fold...
with ten hoes with pencils ,right through your temple
writing your mental ... if you think im playing bloodstaining
the page like its her first anal rape got on tape ... for you viewing pleasure
sick ..Yessir

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