Neverending Rap Battle

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Im straight up ..look her in the eyes during a hate ****
get baked up soon as I wake up.. i'll sperm off ya make up
im a permanent resident , we can settle it on the sediment
send my sentiments , to the evidence locker ..
cant count on my fingers how many times ive bin in lock up
get off that block stuff obnoxious , im sicker then nauseas
ask ya bosses ..i'll leave ya teeth in ya butt ..till ya ass flosses
im Raw wit it ,roll up smoke a god wit it..
got 9 soundclouds of believers ....got sheeva huffin ether
suckin on buddha ariiiba ariiiba amoeba avida zane
binocular occulars some see the game
put the microphone under a microscope
an see the change.turn to dollars ... I need a chain
to choke the life out the game ...
CPR some life in to the game ...
I wanted to paint a bloody picture ...so I threw a knife in the paint
an some money, to make the colour richer
if your too black n white, n Dont Think Grey Matter ,I aint fuckin witcha

on some wild ****
in the memory banks Defile it
every beat , beating till ears bleeding
every free , freein , till ppl believe in freedom again
change my name to django im unchained
neck so hard brake draculas fangs
you ever try to bite what im sayin
sane aint possible put her in the mental hospital
with my conscience , n no condoms ..owell **** It
play the cards ya stuck with
got 22 , 2's that leave king shits royally flushed
bet dis peasant play the game of thrones ,royalty bust
prince charming with a princess
put my queen in a wedding dress
i felt repeatedly repressed
a almost defeated depressed
let my mind go to feel free of the flesh
everyday doggs put my pedigree to the test
funny thing , Im not worried bout being the best
just finding my heaven with a lil angel hotter then demon sex

THE AUTISTIC ME ..... PART II FREESTYLE

[Intro]
So much to say, so little time
Check this out

[Verse]
My autism is perceived as a handicap barrier
That's why most of the time I lack a good character
And it seems like 90 percent of my life I have had this bad habit
of repeating most of my grammar and language, I'm echolalic
Every word of every line that I recite is like a chant made by a sorcerer
who stands by his pot and creates his enchantments
I'm Jafar and I'm coming for Aladdin
I'm making that ************ pay for what he put me through, I'll send assassins
to assassinate him and Jasmine
I'm stealing his magic lamp and killing his Genie, armed with a hatchet and hacking him
Holding my staff and smacking him
Put the bastard in a trance like I did to that fat Sultan
when he sat there and danced to my little melody
My memory is like a collection of projected photos
and my brain is like the microscope that goes through them
It's like a show that never ends soon as that curtain is pulled up
and everybody is jeering as soon as I rub my two nuts
and stroke them while I'm on the stage
That's where my autism comes into play
There's no knowing what the **** I'm contemplating
I guess being raised in a slum that's overpopulated
with Asian scum and others that dominate is part of why my confidence faded
And this ************'s been going on since my unfortunate days
as an over-trusting teenager, constantly delegated
It's like Obama changing office from state to state
or Cameron being forced to vacate after another London revolt has taken place
It's a bother, the way I'm portrayed
That portrait's been painted a hundred ******* times over now
It's boring and a waste of paint
I'm saving face to save myself from further embarrassment
by those who go out of their way to spotlight me, hurting my stamina
by covering me with urban propaganda
It's like reliving the holocaust but this time, it's a bloodcurdling battle
between me, an autistic person who's challenged
And them, a bunch of non-autistic perverse gangsters
And I quote the word "gangsters" to the fullest
By "gangsters", I don't mean the honourable men in suits shooting bullets
Putting out contracts on every stool pigeon, snitch and informant
who testified in court against their own clicks and their bosses
No.
I mean the gangsters who go around creating havoc
and call themselves prodigies
like they're motherfucking Mobb Deep
Wearing silly clothes that don't meet their swag
It's like old women adding make-up to look younger, mutton dressed as lamb
That's all it is motherfuckers
I'm gonna give all that I get motherfuckers
ILLustraight, MilkBox Kids motherfuckers
I'm gonna get rid of all of you little bitch muscle-suckers

Polybius


Psychologically calling you out/
Bright lighting and images bout/
Colors and patterns all shout/
Surround so loud with rhythmic sound/
Pinned to the ground, hearing voices within/
The crawling outside has crept into your skin/
Visibly killing ya, spinning and drilling ya/
Game over for real, filling with diligence/
But internally spilling it, boiling skillet ****/
Ill as ****, hearing sounds full of wickedness/
Pills are in, but unable to stay stable/
The fables are fables but taking the tables/
And tipping them, flipping them/
Hear static like cables, and hallucinations/
Is it imagination? Ungodly creations made by my brain?/
Is it deranged equations, put in place by that strangely game?/
Is it crazy plans to unchain the flames?/
Is it some plainly sane idea of me being clear as day?/
Is it just littleness, being completely insidious/
Pretty please, I'm asking to be rid of this/
Isn't it that wicked ****, I ain't kidding, it's Polybius/
By the time you'll be getting this/
I'll be fried by my temperament/
Suicide from not getting it-
Remove that damn Polybius---
I ain't kidding bitch!


With the gun to his head/
He lost sanity, was dead/
And in vanity, he bled/
And finally they said/
"Remove the machine from the arcade"/
Good, six human beings were unable to partake/
In seeing its removal from the park state/
They all stayed in coffins of which they got laid/
In by the widowmaker and his possé/
Ah great, these mind tricks led to some hot rage/
That lost game, made for some raw fates/
When it got played, it made the player be not sane/
And couldn't handle the visual and non-visual blockades/
That made it psychological and even god prays/
That it will not resurface, cause man that would be a hot plate/
To eat off of, don't take chances on that, that is not great/
It's the opposite, it's some simple ****/
I ain't a simpleton but not stupid, not riddled with/
The need to know if it's psycho interest/
But I'm staying the **** away from Polybius!::::



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walk to the other side of reality
this life , live die or become a casualty
war drums beating on the lungs ,here comes the calvary
spacein out, out of this world , out of this galaxy
launched back to my pad. whole world in my hands
shake spears of romantic tragedy
cause calamity brains housed in amitty
shock treated wit playboy bunny batterys
leave um atrophied at the feet no ones coming after me
actually leave my apathy atrophied at the knees
we dont kick it no more , im mad at ease , I aint mad at these
meh emcess , or labels .cause they cant manage me
oh god im just a human being human who believes in humanity
and god is a walrus mixed with a manatee
swimmin in the garden a weeden cause we got trees in the family
I said trees , whats the reason for treason n insanity
take a picture an depict a fiction of vanity

{*Vincent Price voice*}
Welcome to the ghetto where hoodlums reside
Where crooks roll by, draw their guns and .....
{*crunch*} AAAAAAAGH!!!!!!
What did you do that for, bitch?! You think that ****'s funny?!
Okay. {*crunch*} There you go, hoe! Right back at ya, honey!
That's how it is in the ghetto
When you have anger in your system, you just let go
and let it blow like a volcano in Krakato' (Krakatoa)
If you don't have the bricks or chips on you, you'd better hold
a good-ass excuse to not have them possessed in your hands
What, were you ambushed by Sonic the Hedgehog and his clan?
Super Mario stole your consignment and cooked all your click
with a Fire Flower, then took it to the fort for Koopa to sniff?
You stupid bitch! Where do you think this is?
Euro Disney, where Goofy and Mickey traipse around with Sleeping Beauty's tits?
This is the streets; you should know, homie, you were cleansed here
Born and bred here, and if you don't meet your end, you'll be dead here!
The ghetto ain't fair, this is a playground
They don't play around; if you don't have the heart to stand up, then stay down!
Lay down, you clown, until your whole visage faces the ground
Congratulations, pal, you've just become part of the pavement now!

Coming like a hundred Spitfires devouring Iraq
I'm Saddam's partner-in-crime on a counter-attack
Osama Bin Laden's got nothing on these rounds of rap
I get them out with a match of rounders when I pull out the bat
I swing for them
Before I hit home, I snatch the bases and blitz on them
Then split both of my arms and sling-shot them
1-hitter, 2-hitter, 3-hitter, FOUR!
Score a hit and bruise this bitch, now he's a quitter, WHORE!
I'm immaculate, fantabulous, I'm Absolutely Fabulous
like Joanna's advancing years
Shed some tears for ILLustraight the maniac
who takes his autism and welds it into gangsta rap
Bring out the tissue box and strum a few notes while I jot a few quotes
worth a Quotable in that comic you've bought
My stuff is the Source, I expand it XXL
Cosmopolitan can't handle it, it's just as well
This segregation that I suffer's got me fucked to hell
It's neverending like falling through a bottomless well
Well, bitch, if you hate me, then I hate you
BUT YOU DO NOT TELL ME **** YOU .... OKAY YOU ?!

(.....,still ILLustraight)

I bet you hoes haven't heard a flow so poetic
that blows your mind like hot air balloons, call the medic
Oh so sporadic, there's no telling where I set it
My head is all over the place like Google directions
I put things RIGHT like wardrobe shelves unpacked
Get my enemies LEFT behind like unattended bags
I'm Count Duckula, my style's ******* ya
biting rhymes 'till my incisor's covered in blood
Joke. I don't bite rhymes, I'm not a Jay-Z
nor am I Killa Cam, they call me crazy
I've always displayed craze since I was a baby
But I feel smaller than Slim Shady's daughter Hailie
They blacklist 'cause I got a learning disability
I burn with integrity and burst with ability
My songs get on your nerves worse than calamities
tearing the Middle East up and burning the Phillippines
I'm a tragic poet, I write worse than Euripides
Yet I scream out, "Eureka!" like I was an Archimedes
I am autistic, a rationally sane MC
who meets several insane MC's 7 days of the week
Bitches.

FLIP THAT **** FREESTYLE

Check how I rip this **** like an unwanted script
My unique flow's directed like a Hollywood flick
Ruthless like Glengarry Glen Ross - Roma, Moss and Lingk
and the Machine, stealing deals from the office
I'm an Man on Fire, Denzel set me in flames
and I got lit up, now I'm a motherfucking Hellraiser
Now I'm getting homies Ghost in a second
Leaving all these faggots Home Alone like Kevin
I'm a Monster's Ball, man, I've just got to brawl
Knocking cats to the floor like a toddler when he crawls
on his Day Out, your teeny-bopping chick flicks are played out
That's one of 10 Things That I Hate About
Since I Spawned from the Cocoon, I've been Rising, my mind is like the Mercury
My food was Super-Sized and appetising
Yet a hundred times over I've been Framed like Roger Rabbit
I felt like a cartoon character with some naughty habits
I've been kept in the Shadows like Batman
While every other ************ travelled to Lapland
As a Christian, I've worked to stay away from the Seven
My desired Final Destination is Heaven

release ya souls ,so you can reach ya goals ... tnt in the dmt of these emcees ...Speakers blow,either ether drawl , or withdrawl ...selling what the tweakers on , mids sub an tweakers on ....kicks hit n leave the meter bombed . radio Active Nuclear fusion fisson frission ,you pop'n fizzin . we hip hop'n ism... cops wanna stop n frisk um , you aint gotta listen. if all your dogs a bitchin ... im cooking, a god in kitchens. mixing got um itching ,scratching,got um clicking . tick tick ticking timebomb.shoot a firearm, I con on your I pod,migh dawn on ya before night gone.. with the mic a jordan or ty-son before he got his bite on .. serial killin it vorhies with nikes on .. run tracks like michael myers with a axe on WAX/Whacks cut the crap,only time Hacks get a W, I had to add myers for my admires that love real rap , you feel that ? either your pussy's diseased or you all just clapped

Hit and run tactics/
Spittin' hot fastest/
Back-to-back action/
Passion for blastin'/
Black is my mask when/
I lost my **** and I bust in the bank/
Got hostages and tear gas stuck in the tank/
And now I button my waist/
Plugged with some rusted grenades/
Caught by the cops and I'm buckled in chains/
I ain't talking, I'm not/
I'm harder than rocks/
Either break me, or take me/
Before they make me go crazy/
I ain't the, explaining type/
Better wait, better yet ya better reshape my life/
I ain't that bright/
But I can bring change by mic/
I disdain, won't lie twice/
Try to note my eyes, and how they won't close tight/
I'm scared of what under the bed/
Is it aliens harvesting what's in my head?/
Is it something starving, wants me dead?/
Or is it just something stupid I already said!?/
When I first came here I was problematic/
Probably unsmart and should've crawled back in the attic/
But I strived and now I'm battling rapid/
I'm entrapping in brackets/
Every rap that I zap up/
With speed, flow, and punches/
Similes packed in tight like sending the kids off with lunches/
Or metaphors like how I'm a warrior, blood pumping/
Or when I use wordplay and take that blood into the water/
Recreate the Red Sea, or the biblical scene, or 300/
I'm something, something's better than nothing/
So I'll let you keep wondering/
What's up next that I'm punching/
Hearts thumping to the beat of my cunning/
I'm coming, like a Brit 50 years after 1720/
Ima stump ya-

somebody rate it



if this is an erotic race than
no bitch can outrun my pace,no matter she got what face,
if shes a banging shotty with clappin body,than this is worst race

cuz i be like buggatti outrunning the audis to take the first place
her ass(harass)ima disgrace with my cocks cum and imma snap her hole(whole)

then sever her both bums and call a reaper to snatch her soul
i get messi before a whore starts to test me,bitch you better read my wikipedia

and if bitch is thick as nikki,"media"you better reach here
cuz then imma make these fucckin beagers(gays) leave justin beibers A(ss)

and fucc her till she turns in to beaver.I dont wanna unleash my madrina so virgin daminas better run away from this erotic arena

or imma drop my semina in em till they just left with the
deceased vaginas and fucc all rapper i dont need no words to kill em,i can finish em with anaptotic ultimas

when i step on stage im impossible act to chase
and the mic i hold is coctible,when nothing lefts to say

and im done to s-p-i-t,watch it melt to a-c-i-d

somebody rate it



if this is an erotic race than
no bitch can outrun my pace,no matter she got what face, (doesn't make sense)
if shes a banging shotty with clappin body (doesn't make sense),than this is worst race (bad grammar usage)

cuz i be like Bugatti outrunning the audis to take the first place (it works)
her ass(harass)ima disgrace with my cocks cum and imma snap her hole(whole) (tf does this line even mean)

then sever her both bums and call a reaper to snatch her soul
i get messy before a whore starts to test me,bitch you better read my wikipedia

and if bitch is thick as nikki,"media"you better reach here (doesn't make sense)
cuz then imma make these fucckin beagers(gays) leave justin beibers A(ss) (too confusing)

and **** her till she turns in to beaver (?).I dont wanna unleash my madrina (?) so virgin daminas (?) better run away from this erotic arena

or imma drop my semina (I get it but making up words is lame) in em till they just left with the
deceased vaginas and **** all rapper i dont need no words to kill em,i can finish em with anaptotic (doesn't make sense) ultimas

when i step on stage I'm (an) impossible act to chase
and the mic i hold is coctible,when nothing lefts to say (good line, poor grammar usage)

and I'm done to s-p-i-t,watch it melt to a-c-i-d




The rhymes were okay, but it didn't make much sense

aight thanx acctually that was the first funny rap i tried to write

Two World Wars, one World Cup
Now I'm sitting back in my chair, warm and curled up
But there's no knowing the future that lies ahead
That's something I think about as I lie in bed
with my bedside light bright on right by my head
as the sun shines through the day, and as the night is dead
There's always so much dysfunction as the Earth spins
Too many motherfuckers committing the worst sins
Women being raped and perversely turned in
and out like thread needles through fabric, watch how the work fits
Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll, guns emitting slugs
through a brother's brain, holes bigger than drinking mugs
The coffee is there for them to smell, but these kids won't budge
even if you push them to the limit or give them a nudge
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer
and more motherfucking lost lambs are led to the slaughter
Bricks get flipped in New York, cats flipping quarters
faster than shuttlecocks are hit in little tennis courts
While in Britain, people are boozing down the battle cruiser
amongst the other jelly rolls drinking with all the other losers
Betting their money, shagging slappers, smoking large cigars
watching their favourite football team lose to another squad
Times are hard in this ************
A lot of cats are shot dead but I don't want a part of that ************
This is my skill, I put my heart in this ************
I've got so many years in advance in this ************
I think I deserve a chance in this ************
Prance, jig, sing and dance to this ************
**** this and **** that in this ************
**** your mother, your mother gets fucked in this mother....******.

almost took the life of another man
paint pictures with blood covered hands
be six feet deep before they understand
growing up in violence
speakin through bloodied lips , n bruised eyelids
still spoke up , an saw that things werent right
through all the walls never lost sight
of the climb .. every ladder made of snakes
playing poker with dracula ima raise the stakes
wouldnt be my first slice of a razor blade
cutting through samples and loops
to get a slice of a pie
kiss that idea bye bye
Im baking a cake
call me mason when im freein
in a state of freedom and freethinking
on the innerstate in the same car
going to the same place , these roads artery's
, driving through your heart
instruments of god , got no reason to harp
lifes a game ,things get hard
so we set it to Expert from the start
an play on player ...

Really dude
Walk away from ur seat
Theses rhymes be too complicated they'll make ya brain over heat
Make ur brain get snapped
Easily cracked
Passwords hacked
My location never tracked
Now you can't even sleep Coz I continuously, lyrically make u feel attacked

Nice rap but ur a fool for pickin a fight with me
You think you've got me pegged, you must be kidding
I raise the dead up and they do my bidding
I send all my challengers running

Who the hell has the balls to battle me