Neverending Rap Battle

Ching can say what ever i want about yo lady friend,
lay you in daisy's..then.. ill rage on her with my raged razor pen ,
180 ?? i do 1080s with my eyes close ,.. your spleen would bend !
i aint no rabbit in your snare , your the weak knees she spreads !!!
smell like sour cream an cottage cheese in her ''V'' .. she said !!! haha
now im rippen her deadbeat boy friend instead ! ........ ''thats you nova ''

lay me with the angles, they the real demons , !!
you unintelligent fuccck , learn what you speakin !!
i rest with them , nap with them , devil ?? I would raaap with him , and plot the cracks in the floor when this rat sleepin !

i aint black , im Ojibway Nation !! your dome on my wall like a deer head !
a matter of fact get your rib cage attacked by my spearhead !!!
then gutted by a dull knife , still alive .. i'd let your fear spread !

every house on this reserve got 12 guns or more in it ,
bring the war in it , and the end will be near, ''white folk, with torn skillets'' ,
shave your scalp , no one to mourn with it , it will forever live with my stick in it , you sore midget !!!

i laugh when you talk meth head , and your methods ?
ill pick at your flesh with the best of this sentence ,
i drink booze an smoke weed on the daily basis ,
you talk black like racist , brown ? the colour of my face bitch !!
like i said before .... ''cough.. cough'' OJI NATION!!!!!

cardiac artifact ,art is that part a rap , you cannot pardon that
the eternal started that, arkham bat
this ones for cerebus
hell till all my dogs barking back
fly sick , something like barfing bags
whole booth out a carton eggs
sparking faith
everything round here carbon based
hitting harder bass
greatest armours karma cased
asalama dali lahma
mary wanna get married in tijuana
with harry , ganja , high on marijuana
im super like intendent chalmers
said intended , said it like a monster
spread dimensions ,another world to conquer
head ascendin , bodies metaphysically conjured
modern day buddha with a hooka listening to future
more drive then supra , flyer super , saying sayen like who the
man in the sky is that super, or goku beating up koopah, on some mushrooms

This is for the shots that we thought we get rewards,
broken awards from the sharpened swords, that i threw into the title storm,
try and take these minor swarms, of hot pistons floored,
marriot the the chariot, reach the limitless spot, of written sores,
I binged on the pen, keyboard whatever to get rid of these words,
make them into god's words, the true source of proverbs,
appreciated the unassimilated cowards,
Im so tired, Expired im so just ready to inspire, of what left of this spire,
remain to be raised a sire, a scion raised from the deepest depths of the fire,
realizing a fighter only has two chances to live or lose desire,
waiting for the weight of the cage to break, explode into wire,
Ingnite, strikers deeper then bikers and hails angels, The concern of a hell's angel,
Apostle calls out the rotten possum, then shames the young that dies,
before it's even born, take push and shove em,
i hope the people are getting weak from shoveling,
because the pits in my head have no ending, the edges bending,
inwards, so serve I am not the butler, but god's lightest verse.

I wanna proliferate
im pro lift a face
passed the woes grow to a different state
my mirrors dont know indifference face
my career`s isnt based on dissen fakes
im always baked n gittin cake
once upon a rhyme a kid found a book
inside a album by def jux ,
mos def def gave him a different outlook
im getting high as ****
till im flyin up
an god wanna try my dutch
we gonna wait till zombie armies to show are guts
im showing up , with swollen nutz im gonna bust
dont need a gun ta bust , shoot ima cut a track
and bleed the feed like 15 year old bulimic seeds , ******* Fact
I aint taking nothing back
ima cash in my casket
for a studio , an album thats sick
disease called belief
ill emcees all believe
in picking up the microphone
its callin me back to the colony
no apologies , u give birth to a thought , cause ma forgot to swallow me
solemnly I swear like a mutha fucka gutta fucka
someone gotta give a ****
same ones never given up
pickin up what im throwing down
from thrown around to throwing down
knowing now , no matter how its going down
your never staying down, staying clever , staying sayen kna what im sayin
is it saten or satin, hell girls look hott in whatever there wrapped in
rappin my passion into a package that couldnt pack in to santas bag half in
this present my gift to the world

if we aint sippin spittin spliffin
got time to listen , we aint doing **** then
most cant pay tuition
so they pay attention ,intuition
livin in us not in institutions
we dont need to write a constitution
if its in are souls let go ego are evils that want retribution
an let out our evil kenevels that get ta doin
death defying acts with perfect execution
everyone got problems , whats the best solution
evolution over revolution ,never loosing or ever choosing destitution
all this oppression cause aggression Great thats depressin
bin in rappin sessions since adolesence , pen, pad , add in essence
doing something right , feels mad refreshin
be drinking elbalming fluid in the afterlife not worried if I had intestines
cause I had the guts that never give up , an the eyes to see life as a blessing
every life is a lesson , you will pass the test no question

Call me retarded, because I got problems larger than temples
My knowledge is simple yet enlarges like the cosmos
My principles are uncommon, my thinking travels beyond the original
It's extraordinary, different and surpasses and ridicules
the common thoughts of the pitiful
My ponders are considered a novelty; after all, my autism's a commodity
So honour me with rewards and give homage to me like tributes to God
with arms that are lifted like giving your heart and spirit to Allah in the Kingdom
Bismillahi rahmani a-rahim and I'm not even Muslim, I'm not even Rakim
I'm not a God, I'm not a Five Percenter, I'm not even Malcolm
I'm not a Martin, I'm not a King, but I walk as a Christian
Our Father who art in Heaven, Allahu Akbar, Hare Rama, Shalom
Top of the morning to my brothers and sisters
And to my mother and father, my uncle from France
And my cousins in Dublin and Mauritius, young hearts from the beginning
That's how humble I am, that's how loving I am
You've got to understand the love that evolves from within your inner conscience and essence
At presence, I got the confidence to ask for forgiveness
Pray to the Lord above us to assist me to garner attention
Besides, it's hard to admit that I'm a continual sinner
who sometimes is (ir)responsible for his adventures
Every target that I endeavour to accomplish
always has to come under question under a plethora of nemeses
not to mention friends I've remembered from the start to the present
The torture is endless; constantly being cornered by armies
of Optimuses, octopuses, mobsters, pushers, harlots, hookers
robbers, crooks and broad abusers was just not my intention
I just want your attention that's undivided like a soccer group
that's toppled all competition and are now at the top of the pyramid
My songs are all intrepid as Americans who fought along with the British
in order to stop the dogs from slaughtering infants
bringing law and order to citizens across the whole spectrum
and enforcing them across the borders just like corporate conventions
Black, white, Japanese, Singaporean, Indians
Jews, Zoroastrians, Sikhs, Muslims and Christians
There's no bias, there's no judgement unless God recommends it
We all want to live in a world where everybody is credited
Rewarded, commended, honoured, loved, wanted, respected
Shown affection towards, attended to and not disrespected
For at the end of the day, we are all human-born who are destined
to prosper, as long as we all pull in only one direction

https://soundcloud.com/thedarknova/i-need-you-prod

a king without a throne
poet without a poem
ink spills into the crown
majestys blood fills the grounds
filled with crowds
look in his fathers eyes said kill him now
gods reminiss blissfully to there childrens sounds
untill they grow big enough to tear the building down
moneys like pussy i want a billion pounds
think of your mind like a universal fruit delicious
is this appealing now , get ta peeling now
she fast n furious , but if she burn rubber
im peeling out ,so sensitive aint talking feelings now
so censorship get a scent a this
theyd smell L`s rolled up in my sentences
-HIGHprofile

https://soundcloud.com/milkboxkids/dopenessinstrumental

I could envision more bars then the yard in prison
no longer imprisoned behind imp vision , decisions
gotta stay real ,when the rest a them isnt,
my light strong enough to bend prisms
stay smart an listen to wisdom , intuition , fission
gripping fists n breathe some trees when they bitchin
often feel , coughin coffins , n droppin real ,
sirens behind me wheels of coppers squeal
poof im gone , like magics aids an dave copperfield
truth im gone do this to get paid an pay back with talking ill
so sick ima get a doctor bill after your chakras healed
other cats got locked and squealed,put me in the box i boxed for meals
on the court played games for trays an every day was 4 four course meals
probally smelt like court still, keep it poppin cause every morcel hip hoppin orville , butter did i stutter less then gutter,never less then lifes lessons testin intestines ,leave nothing left in question ,gotta do it right, lifes blessings
thyne essence in every one of my sentence , sentenced to write a chapter
on the bladder of the most pissed off rapper, pull off there candy wrappers
im really honored willy wonka bars gave me the gold ticket
soul with steel toes kick it at the protest no picket ,
hell look into devils eyes she says your so wicked
pulls ya wallet out ya pocket no friction
lotta phonies blow , throatdicking
i keep it cooking no kitchen
central booking aint **** n
u bitches menstrul quit looking well im shittin
rippin instrumentals ,flippin lids n mentals
incidentally ali naturally with a pencil
your dimensions a book read your whole life and get booked
your dimensions a rook , get a L , my whole life i dont give a fook
doing a verse my universe moon an earth I gives a ****
n I aint gonna give it up

I cant stop , jack offs can whack off they want a damn job
an back off , the wax cough like there sick , cypher twist
of solar ebola soul ja soldier smolder composure become coasters
rolling like im never putting my drink down posers
from my first fight ,first mic first nikes , always put um in check
where my cheques , chickity check my bank account
so many bosses tried to hold my wage hostage , im blanking out
walking out the door , dont need this job no more
people act like they dont need a god no more
nah peeble dont need to be sheeple and believe in folk lore
so poor and hungry they rob the grocery store an try to eat money
funny I know we all gods child , but what about the rothchilds
my jaws cement meant like i rock smiles , one of biggie an pacs childs
-HIGHprofile

Ain't no dick like the one I got
It's too small, too bad someone else has got the twat
And now he's about to rip it down to the asshole after he marries her
Out of the marquee, he carries her
Then they're gonna **** on the roof of the chariot
Probably get a presidential room at the Marriott
Miss Delilah, won't you open your vagina?
And don't get "Bossy", I just want to see the gold that's inside ya
while I draw my blade like I was a pirate
Swashbuckle that pussy, get it running riot
I got one eye open, and the other eye somewhere else
Man that Bollywood muff looks tough as hell
And now I'm about to cut it rough
My dick is cutting-edge, chop those motherfucking corners up
and leave no trace like a missing person wandering in a forest
until a big bear comes to chomp him up
Make that bitch lick my semen like it was honey, hon
Does it taste sweet, heart? You bet it does! Yummy yum
like Bingham, now she's in a sticky situation
She's just had a big, fat dick - exhilarating
Illustraight just served her some ****, the chick is aching
She's a disgusting bitch, I bet she's Asian!
She likes to run around with materalistic Atheists
and simplistic pagans, she's mystical like Satan

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


YO ills when am i getting you on a track

Pretty soon ; I might need to write a freestyle rap first.

One other thing to consider , you might want to add some bass throughout the body of the track; otherwise good track overall.

do whatever it takes to unite is , writers , cyphers , lifers ,
all all nighters , fighters like us hold up midas lighters
isis eyes is looking from all sides its time to look inside ,psy psy science
opened my my eyelids
my my I did didnt I
vibrant minds is livin life
violent minds jst git in fights
the devine emmittin light
cant define my writtens mic
take a stab at it with a kitchen knife
get a cut a the cake an whole pie ta slice
hotter then the pilot light
in hells furnace when gods eyes ignite
im a knight day dreaming about the after life
well others stay schemeing about the rapper life
im dousing the scene in kerosene, let a match ignite
burn mother ****** burn mother ****** burn
burn rubber gutter burn bubbler butter burn
churn butter butt uh turn bub ya not my concern
concentrate straight concerto baritone double barrel
tear the bone from the marrow , clones , i dub my apparrel
Grown , from finest of natures designers ,
its innate in the nature a rhymers
smoke a 8th a zymers ..
n forget all the hate, fakes n liars
wont let fate decide us
wont let faith divide us
stay higher then a pilots eyelid on the third iris
making more sales then pirates , every morcel of pirated pyrotech
homies using pyrex , im eating papaya speaking vibes a higher dialects
astral planing till my flight connects

https://soundcloud.com/thedarknova/ultimatumz-ft-faustir check this song out with me and faustir

I'm irate, even though I control my anger, I'm mad
Holding my nuts like Michael Jackson, I'm "Bad"; I'm hot-headed
I'm planning to steal the stage the same way a band of bandits rob a bank truck
Put your motherfucking hands up or get on the floor on your fours
Either way, I have all of you bitches stuck up like sorority whores
Watch me spark up this tour and get all of you sore
All of you get to stepping with your Wallabee Clarks
or your Nike Air Forces; in fact, if I've gotta force
one of my Nikes up your ass, in the Air you're gonna soar
That's a forced rhyme right there but I couldn't care less
I'm not a Care Bear, but I've got a lot of heart in my chest
I don't sing baby songs nor do I paint rainbows
Make like a landscape gardener and shake this hoe
and smack her about on the lawn and make her spew out ****
Man, this gardening's turning out to be a cool outlet
So let me lay back and make this Mary Jane grow up
The way she rolls up in that white suit, that's a good outfit
Look out, bitch! I'm about to set your head on fire
And don't bother calling up Pepsi or Bill O'Reilly
Because it's Ludacris for dudes to think a company that produces drinks
would put out a little flame on something that you use to think
Neither of them are coolant fluids, they're both flammable
Pepsi has chemicals and the Fox man is an animal
And they both start up fires and spark up riots
The heat is getting to me and I'm ******* sick and tired of it
Plump me a pillow deep under the willow tree
I feel a bit like Omar Epps, my madness is "In Too Deep"
And maybe later I'll nail Jane in the back of an Austen/Austin
until she loses her sense and sensibility
I'm not prejudiced, this white bitch has a lot of pride in her system, see?
Gee, must be all the **** she reads!
I'm willingly and wilfully swinging my willy with willingness
An iller killer distilled with a bit of will in me
A rhyming king in my own right
Like a cloud, I'll Reign/rain so hard, Caitlin Stasey will throw her tits at me

https://soundcloud.com/milkboxkids/listen-to-me-instrumental new instrumental

bars sicker then sars , candy rappers , snickers n mars.i'll take the family platter, mother an daughter i take my win-slow family matters
keep it simple
as a synth note
crash cars like cymbals
you a liar , im a simba
when im lion , a symbol
of drive n , windows
rolled down let the fresh inside ... HIGHprofile

This is all a battle (3 verses) from Facebook.

You know I'm fully aware, that TJ thinks that I care/
But every line every rhyme, is just so pointless compared/
To where I'm at in true artistry/
I resort to true arsonry/
I barely gave a **** back when I felt rap half-heartedly/
So pardon me, but the ONLY THINGS TO FEAR/
Are the end of THIS VERSE and the end of YOUR CAREER/
And they're both the SAME THING, just like TJ and the WEIRD/
You'd rap better when high and drunk off of three beers/
You're the SIDESHOW, the CLOWN, I'm the KING OF THIS CIRCUS/
You seem cheapCHEAP to me as the LOUISIANA PURCHASE/
Just like WOCKA FLOCKA you're so truly damn WORTHLESS/
Your rhymes are only HOOOOT...
When I throw them in the FURNACE/
Dropping F BOMBS in the middle of the service/
Everything about this verse is motherFUCKing perfect.

You're sayin' "Aaron this, Aaron that"/
Well where's your ****, where's your raps?/
I heard none yet, just some Dr. Seuss crap/
Bet your parent never laughed, only fucked and that was that/
You're the result of a hooker on a Irish drunk guy's lap/
(But wait he's black)/
Make it African, if it really matters that is that!/
Get back, CLAP CLAP, TJ's up to BAT/
Give a round of APPLAUSE, two STRIKES and he is mad/
But wait a second, here's the PITCH!/
I guess you're OUT, courtesy of Gliitch/
MEN AND WOMEN try at WINNIN' in this wicked HUMAN RACE/
They call me SLENDER, I kill everyone, BORN WITHOUT A FACE/
Ima RAGE AGAINST MACHINES, like SKYNET's takin' place/
I'm ARNOLD's reincarnate and I'm here to TERMINATE/
RAPID FIRE PUNCHING, MR. UNIVERSE takes place!/
Why ya think I came around, 11 years after '88/
Clean your slate before your precious record reads "DEBATE"/
What's up for QUESTION? Only who's the BIGGEST LOSER, this ain't WEIGHT/
TJ ain't a name that would FIT well with the greats/
But 'Gliitch' is living TETRIS, here I come, RAPID FIRE, slashing tires, raps admired no change of PACE/

You get all angry when I talk this beef/
Your insults EMPTY as your BOXER BRIEFS/
You're claiming I'm mad, claiming your phat, when in reality your just a dropout g/
You don't rap solemnly or honestly/
No apologies although you're sorry (please)/
And cause you can gangsta, I guess you can rap/
Nah homie, in this battle looks like you're taking last/
Lyrically on the mic, it seems I'm ZOOMING FAST/
Like the little mastermind RUNNING LATE TO CLASS/
But I'm RUNNING for top office, the top-notch ****/
I keep my words all POLISHED, PRISTINE, it's bitch CLEAN, like I'm BITCH CALLIN'/
This verse is worst, THIRD like the PLACE YOU'LL TAKE, it's your curse/
A simple tune as a BIRD CHIRP, is MORE MUSICAL than YOUR ABSURD WORDS/
They said my personals needed some more work, so here I go, I'm going FULL JERK/
But not the kind of jerk TJ does when he's got blue lube and YouTube/
And LIKE THAT, even off the mic, HE'S DAMN WHACK(wack)/
I mean WHO KNEW?/
Other than PETE TOWNSHEND, but take a CLUE/
COLONEL MUSTARD, bout to burn a buster, you said **** MOTHER EARTH/
INCEST THOUGHTS YA FILTHY DIRT ******/
Yeah I just spurted my verse in a context predetermined to be worse than a VERMIN hurtin' 1947 GERMANS so determined/
You're derp derp derpin', you accursed person, but to close this hearse door, gotta close both the curtains/
Gliitch is the SERPENT/
Demon SLITHERIN' like MALFOY lurkin'/
In this CHAMBER OF SECRET verses, servin' up the enemies/
Sending me on adrenaline, SEVENTEEN PLUS ONE, DIVIDE BY THREE/
Get TRIPLE SIXES, the end, I'M A DEADLY FIEND/