Neverending Rap Battle

Meh. 6/10

thanks...lol
i changed it now it somethin like this

imma do-before-die
while you devoured diets,
my hunger was planning on how to slap the **** outta lives
all i had was the scooby doo's life(metaphor:by this i mean dogs life)
you had the whores,ice,g4's ride
you didnt let the sleepin dogs lie



:-p its still to cheesy but um workin on it

Mic check, one two three, one two three
Bum poo wee, stick dicks in these dumb pussies
As soon as I gather and channel all my kung-fu chi
My flow crashes like water, I'm some Bruce Lee
I'm on my T'ai-Chi Jun Fan Gung Fu streak
I turn these **** dudes weak every month through weeks
These MC's are inept, I rearrange them like feng shui
Remove their whole pattern and the way they play
Throw their beds out of the windows because they're always sleeping on me
Stick a pitchfork through their bitches 'cause they always pee-pee on me
Get in a fighting stance, shout some Japanese jargon
Hai toshiba matahuku su Kawasaki gadouken
Hoiya Hoiya hoi hoi haka Hanoi Towers
I sweat a lot, need to go to bathroom, have a shower
I'm a samurai wandering through the land, I have the power
Draw my katana using pencil, protractor and a calcu-
lator, I calculate opponents' movements
Old Japanese proverb say, "Be close when moving"
So I strike quickly, being moved and cut a brother open
I just lost my sensei, I'm a motherfucking ronin
I fear no man, I'm Samurai Jack, homen
Oopsie, gomen-ne hoe, I mean "homie"!
Let me pull my fan out and cool your kimono
And you can take your Daniel ass back to your dojo
This is, THE LYRICIST LOUNGE SHOW
No, it's not ..... Do you see any lyricists around?
Yo, I ate them, those MC's tasted good with ketchup
After I had them cooked under pressure
A little bit of mayonnaise added for petite measure
It's my recipe, "weak rapper a la pomme de terre avec fruits de mer"
Magnifique, mon cher, voila!
I'm the richest chef in the world, give me my dollars!

Yup. Just remember to keep the spelling and grammar correct, it really helps.

Now I think I'll put a few punches of my own

Teacher teacher, they fill the bleachers
To see the G L double I, minus the HTC
Preacher of your own word, released your own EP
But now it's no longer two oh thirteen, so it sucks big D
Thinking you pulled up that F, but stayed straight below a C
What a downgrade, left hook to your mouth, hey!
Pull off foul plays, with each sound made
And now saved, as the ground shakes?
Whatever God wants to throw at us next, I guess I'll doubt pray
And shout names, of couch 'tates
Maybe call out 8, étude to frowning
Always greener on the other side? Well I'm colorblind and straight pounding-

Just bored, don't mind me

Teacher teacher, they fill the bleachers
To see the G L double I, minus the HTC (the fastest 3G/4G connection) (also those letters spell GLIITCH)
Preacher of your own word, released your own EP (didn't listen to any haters, which might be a downfall)
But now it's no longer two oh thirteen (2013), so it sucks big D
Thinking you pulled up that F, but stayed straight below a C (reference to getting a D, as mentioned above)
What a downgrade (my grade), left hook to your mouth, hey!
Pull off foul plays (foul since I went to punch, but left hook is also a football play so it's a double meaning), with each sound made
And now saved, as the ground shakes? (Now referencing the rapture/revalations)
Whatever God wants to throw at us next, I guess I'll doubt pray (why pray when the one you pray to is causing it?)
And shout names, of couch 'tates (couch potatoes obviously were no benefit)
Maybe call out 8, étude to frowning (just an insult to 8etude, don't take it seriously)
Always greener on the other side? Well I'm colorblind and straight pounding- (I don't aspire to be anyone else since I'm already the best I can be)

This is a verse I wrote, tell me what you guys think, not trying to battle but I honestly think none of you have any sort of flow and your bars and multi's are simple as ****.

The devils at my doorstep
I welcome him in
He speaks like pure torment
With a cynical grin
He said
"I've seen men's souls been withered and rinsed
But never have I seen such a spirit like this"
I stared into his eyes
There was no reflections or light
A few moments past
Before I finally replied
"You don't know what I've seen
I wish I was forbidden from sight
I see all these souls haunting me
From all these innocent people who've died
Contemplating suicide?
That's stupid, believe me I've tried
But it wouldn't make a difference right now
Because I'm already dying inside"
He knew I was right
Sickened, he started to quiver
His image started to flicker
Took me a couple moment to realize
I've been talking to a mirror

i loved it

Thanks man! Means alot

Are you absolutely sure about that?

I'm sorry about my verse and how it has "no flow" and "is simple as ****" but I'm posting anyways.

Death Note

Each piece of the game that he barely claims/
Moves all on its own, a wheeled frame, puts any other mind to shame/
Time to play, rhymes will spray/
But he's already determined where you'll cry in pain/
Once he wins, and which corner of which you'll try to hide your face/

It's a game of wits/
It's a game of risks/
It's a way to shift, away from all the ****/
One plays god, the other plays hero/
Either way the shot clock is eight off zero/
And Adolf's hero to the Neo-nazis/
So who's the real weirdo, Kira or Ryuzaki?/
All fates weighted in a book of names/
Names made won't be saved, until the days tick away/

It's a game of chess/
Failure and success/
You can try your best, but they're still ahead three steps/
But in this competition, the winner is who's left/
And in the end it's all wagered, is it life or is it death?/

He's always pushing forward/
(Always left alone)/
He's cutting his home shorter/
(While he never had a home)/
The eyes turn red/
(They were always stained blue)/
Justice from the dead/
(And he always had a clue)/
Every dead man that started it/
Led to martyrs, no smarter men/
(These wits, I just sharpened them)/
(I've always been part of this)/
And I'm dropping off carcasses/
Parts of my father's wish/
(I'm justice, part of my noggin lit)/
(I'm the peacemaker's parliament)/
Welcome to hell, L /
(And you'll be sorry, kid!)/

What a shame that I've been part of this/
But god is just the king piece/
Time to checkmate, I warned, forbid/
But Kira played you, winged it-

Just a little 16-bar stint:

Yo, yo, yo, yo, rolling my yo-yo
I'm a big little kid, bet you didn't know I got flow, though
But that's tough luck for you sucker brothers, 'cause I'm giving it to you
Hand it to you like parcels that I'm delivering to you
You sicken me too
I'm hitting you dudes with sticks as big as my dick and jewels
Ills is rude, and a little crude with his syllables
You can't test my level, half-rebel, half-devil, all greasy
You got a two-track mind like a small EP
Fake MC's, don't talk that ****
My words are vinyl, while your words are compact discs
You don't get any spins, no cuts and no stars
Plus your friends are hairdressers, always giving you blow-jobs
Jumping on one side when it comes to defence
**** the DE-fence, I have all of the D's jumping the fence
and take the gate too
All of you informants march back to the funny farm
'Cause your evidence blows like the drugs you're on

"Hai toshiba matahuku su Kawasaki gadouken
Hoiya Hoiya hoi hoi haka Hanoi Towers"

No one wants to hear this in a verse.

Gliitch,
You're just another glitch in the system
I'll but a firewall up
Think anybody would miss him?
Look closely motherfuckers
This bitch belongs in the kitchen
He's crying, wishing that he never disrespected this villain
But if you **** with a killer
You should expect to be victim

**** with me Gliitch?
Think about it, step back
Take a breath bro
I'll put you 6ft under
You already write your "death note"
Put me on a chessboard
You can it death row
The way I murder ever piece
With my tempo
Haunt you with lyricism
Trap you with rhythm
Put a rapper in front of me
MC Jenius will kill him
Wipe you off the face of earth
Like ******* good riddance
Might as well give up now
Cause you know which rapper is winning

Illustraight,
Couldn't give a **** about the Japanese **** you said
World war 2 you ************
Leave 2 million Japanese dead
"Are you absolutely sure about that?"
Yes mother ****** I am
Either no rapper has tried proving me wrong
Or just all had ******* shitty attempts
And what the **** are you trying to illustrate?
Besides how you can't rap for ****
And your bitch boy Gliitch
Thinks he's great
The only thing I'm seeing illustraight on the page
Is a forensics report
Cause this was a murder and rape

demons dream an angels have nightmares

demons dream of brighter days
hoping God reignite ther grace
angels scared of there light taken away
so fearful that it makes them prey
pray , for forgiveness
forgive me , pray for riches
so you have enough common sense to believe that bitches
in everyone of us is the spark of life
u may not hear it enough ,kids your stars are bright
when you find it hard in life ,ya spirits cuffed
imprisoned in what you see on the television
feeling like hell has risen , give um hell
when you find your slice of heaven ...give her a ring
call it the liberty bell(ding)
I dont want a nobel , I want a nov-el Ideal writing it right
(F)ucking (R)ight feeling F R too Ez (FREE)
(F)ucking (N)ice feelin F N ice ...Ice Ice Baby
you need to chill out , cool down
lifes a lesson were back in school now
we should learn why were still here well were still here
fill ears with music , fill years with joy , eyes will tear
seeing peopled filled with fear,scared to speak I found my voice
look inside dont be blind its a choice
I chose to build my skills
with the tools of man
we can build bridges , build spaceships , friendships ,
we can build a house into a home... or we can bill tenants
build a bilbo baggins , baggin dro for bills ...
bills building till your feeling like the systems built against you
sixth sense chewed,hungry since commonsense aint paying for food
payed my respects to the gods above and the demons below
just a human doing what he loves with everything in his soul he knows

lol u actin hard huh?actin like u gon murder glitch and illustraight,i wish you were sayin this behind the comp. screen,do talk like this when u are face to face punk

Its called rapping ****

can anyone understand this wordplay

"i aint cumming/coming back,no U-turn/know u-turn a blind eye whn u see me flyin high

It's called humour, and sometimes MC's like a bit of humour. You should try it sometime.

You're the type to get nauseous from a raw spitter
You couldn't be a genius if you borrowed a Liquid Sword from GZA
I hit you with razor blade vocals and I'm not even RZA
Ills inspected your batch and threw that horse down the shitter
You love to say "****" a lot
Well, **** you, your game and the yards you run
**** your wife and the way that you score her some
**** your dogs and the vets that you bought them from
Damn right you saw ILLustraight on the report, it's a good sketch
It's a good look for you with stab wounds and slits through your neck
I'll make your family see that portrait and cry through the paper
You tried to **** with an artist and got sprayed up; look, player
What kind of genius is spelt with a "J"?
How the **** can you call yourself a gangster when there's no "G" in your name?
But there is an "E" in it, you're Ja Rule with the spelling mistake
I've double-crossed you, now you've got an X on your face
And they say that two wrongs don't make a right
Well, you've been wrong since you came here, right?
And I was right to put you in your place
Now you can't do **** now except stand there defeated and pull a silly face
Coward

In this Iron Age
Stab you with a jagged dagger
I am the dopest rapper
Something I take pride in
Golden trident giant
Never fly the highest
Never shine the brightest
You just painted a target on your back
Prepare to battle a tyrant
Frightened?
Ill pry where the light bends
A swarm a angry hybrids
Ill absorb the sword
And stab the samurai in the eyelids
I get Ideas, like its bulbs galore
I'm bulbasaur
A god in war
Fly off to star Hesperus
That's all venus saw
Get it?
Like venusaur
Ill leave your brain in awe
Like the odds are stacks against you
I think I'm going mental
Cause every time I start to rap
My words are armed projectiles
And please dont make living off rap
I assure you wont get bills paid
But the way that you say "**** you"
Has got me wondering if you're Illu"straight"

The venesaur line was gay af

Instrumental? **** it I'm goin acapella/
Who's the top dog? Droppin faster than Yela?/
Fella drilled his head thin/
Left dead and unmentioned/
Until he picked up his pen, and got resurrected/
Gliitch is ahead, kids/
I'm still restin, locked up, and arrested/
So damn senseless/
With a pension, hell, I can't win/
But I can press in/
Leave my mark, embark, to the bar/
Make an impression/
Drugs for breakfast/
But I'm sharp, hard as rock, hot, the topic/
When they talk, and I walk/
Flash flash photog, -raphy/
And I'm boxed, but they forgot/
I can drop a lot for someone young on the spot/
Do a lyrical 720 and bam bam! All are shot/
By my 12 gauge, or a 12 bar/
Just a reminder of who the hell we are, time to park/

Pulled it off, but I'm lost/
In the dark, and I'm far/
Need a light, need to pause/
But I'm running, and I'm long/
Animals, cannibals/
Anarchy, laugh em off/
I know where I am, this deep shadowy cave/
I'm not in hell like I thought, I'm inside of my grave/
Or is it worse than I thought? Is it true I'm not saved?/
It's easy to see, I'm deep in my brain/
Seeing my nightmares unfold, from inside my eyelids/
I can't open my eyes, my life's silent!/
But I hear crying! My wife's dying!/
Oh yeah, I don't have a wife, it's just my mind/
Playing tricks, so might as well shut up and stay quiet/
But bright lights spin, around my head so violent/
Bright violet and now I'm hearing violins/
Either I'm high as ****, or my life did quit/
And I'm dead in a ditch, nothing but thoughts and a wish/
I wish I could stand up, even if I stayed blind/
I'd take the mic, and say "why?"/
Then laugh to myself of stage fright/
But I would spray right, every letter precise, I'm snake eyes/
Ironic since I can't take fights/
When I stay blind, but it's game time/
Bake some insane rhymes/
Then make them change mind/
If I play right like a play-write/
I might save lives, I'm saint G L double I /
T C H, satan with a halo, a cutthroat, now say bye-

Just a rap I felt like doing on my group site