Neverending Rap Battle

something happened when I started rappin , I couldnt stop , I love Hip Hop , so when young pups bitch talk , these porti potti's **** talk ... saying its not yours , you bit it , or , you wrote that , shitted on what you consider a dope rap,sorry it didnt fit in your fitted.. so you want picture perfect but life draws outside the box ,never drawing blanks ,if im drawing on a cop , its wit a tattoo gun ,,it'll read dont be mad dude have fun ..when im drawing peace , its with no I's, so if you dont see why , I guess your blind lost in rage lost ya way lost ya faith , if only you could loose the attitude Mr dugas , **** You Bitch thats Mista music ... miss dont miss the movement ,I know my teachers dont miss this student , n I dont miss illusions all the confrontatin and misconstrudin what im sayin , the fights my fists gone through an did my brain make the weigh in ? on the scales of justice ,saten , on the scales of a komodo dragon ... Naw the breath ...

You will be admitting or emitting a deafening submission of omission
cuz you aint ever fit in who you sh*tin you more of a p*ssy than a kitten
your communication eludes these ludicrous evil broods, still confused?
basically you lose
now lets dissect the insect and inspect
you think you are enlightened and illuminated
but lets light you up, you will be raped prick
philosopher but you not too sure
of your own IQ but I Knew
you only postin to be boastin
now just roastin
its kill or be killed
in this artillery field
you a vehement boy
the government's toy
i got a venomous voice
with a poisonous poise
Im a black godzilla
back ta kill ya
illistratin alitteration an ill straight man
will kill this fakin
skank man
you stuck reapeatin
den struck fo speakin
dissect ya rhyme
adventure time
im mathematical
a mad matador
think you a bully?
i bully the bulls, G
killa wit desire to cut nitwits right tho in the empire real quick like a blitz thro
with the bankai of zangetsu
afterwords ill bleach your corpse
and youll fall down faster than the world trade corps

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SUPERSONIC (EXTENDED FREESTYLE)

[Verse]
Supersonic, who is on this joint that's like some bags of chronic
brought by addicts all across the world and there's no stopping it
It's wizardry that's mixed with ease, the thickest of all recipes
It's Illu with the sickest of all styles to make you quip and queef
Remember that I told you that I wasn't perfect back in my other verses that I had posted a couple of years ago?
Equipped with just a little bit of sense and motivation, man, I've made it to the summit of the mountain, now I'm aerial
Here we go, ILLustraight is "Bumping On Your Stereo" like Supergrass, it's making you turn "Yellow" just like Coldplay
Now you're in a whole world of trouble, 'cause I've spun a little web for all you motherfuckers, Spiderman's come home today
But listen baby, I'm no Peter Parker, because Peter hasn't parked his wiener in his sweetie's awesome teeny vulva and he hasn't even tried to roll it yet
And he's so upset, yet he's so besotted by her charm and looks, he needs to go on it
What the **** is wrong with all these gullible people?
Do they not know just how to stand up for everything they're believing in
or maybe they feel constantly competed just as much as this MC is?
Plus he knows all about the grief that he's been in
And he can break it down like molecules and particles experimented in a puny chemistry session with lots of kiddies getting flabbergasted by a little Bunsen flame that goes up through the ceiling and beyond about a thousand odd degrees and it just blows up the entire university and they've all gotta get up out of there because the governmental officers are coming to investigate the damage..... and that is about all that I can manage
Damn it
Hacking it is one thing but rapping it's disgusting
More dirty than a black man who's trying to do the butt swing
or stepping on his leggies while he's grabbing on his nut things
Representing his city while he's yapping and he's munching
Rub-a-dub-dub, a thousand people in a tub and they're rubbing every buttock of their partners and they're jumping
and they're humping like a bunch of little kangaroos in Sydney
Licking every single motherfucking thing until they glisten
like a bottle full of Mr. Muscle cleaning all the toilets in your postal office getting all the dirt up out the ****
And I'm just threading and I'm weaving and I'm knitting and I'm seeping through the buttons, man, I'm trying to mend a shirt up out of this
All while I'm trying to pull some women here and there like no tomorrow, take them out and try to fix the little skirt out that chick
However some of them just tend to play so difficult to follow that they might as well just stuff a little rock up in their kinks
(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 (Hoy!)
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, "Balle balle balle balle balle balle beelabel!"
Brother, this is unbelievable
And that is absurd, fast is the word when you're going through about ten 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 talk
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
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

Rap IV

(Gliitch)
Something sick and sadistic and mystic is in the system!!/
(Gliitch is gonna get em, G-G-Gliitch is gonna get em)
Listed in fifth but I eliminated these kids/
So I win by forfeit- or suicide off a bridge/
I ain't coming clean I'm coming dirty!/
Don't take that the wrong way, it's just my thumb is hurting/
From when I dug it in your skull and forced you dumb for once and blood was from the guts and lungs, I clutch this gun!/
Is the wonder working?
I'm so sorry my own fantasies surprise me/
It's the fault of pills my family supplies me/
I'd be fine if I was given a variety/
But nine days straight of cylindrical killables makes my mind weak!/

(Aaron)
Now who's the real ruler of this grimy-ass dynasty?/
I'm here to drop a hard one, and I will not do it quietly/
You'd prefer it be silently but it's not what you'd you like to be/
You're about to witness mass eruption, corruption so violently/

(Gliitch)
Can't you hear them all crying, implying their high pitched screams?/
It doesn't matter how much all you guys'll plead/
In the end there's not a single life that bleeds, but mine ya see/
Actually I'm lying audience, you all will die I mean!/

(Aaron)
I'm kindly gonna ask you shut your trap now when I rhyme this beat/
Gliitch and I own everything and that is why I write these things/
The vision of an artist winning is all that the psychic sees/
And even when the door is closed I grab a hammer, I proceed!/
Even when the world's against me, losing votes, still I compete/
And when I jot this down you realize I don't use a rhyming sheet/
Telling me to step up, ************ no I like this seat/
It's your decision in the end, whether you are minding me/
Coming at me with a sword only could mean you're knighting me/
I'm climbing free, light to breathe, always got the might to beat/
And now I travel with the mic with fighting rights and sights to see/

(Gliitch)
If a verse could be written/
As quick as I rip it/
Then possibly the will to live/
Would be same with the witnesses/
If I'm a killer then wit may give/
My thoughts become intricate/
Forgive the most inclement/
Though I'm not to be intimate/
I'm building a syndicate/
But what is a syndicate when the kids are illiterate?/
I could complain like Aaron would/
But I don't explain things very good/
I just exclaim the scary nooks/
And crannies of the twisted brain the most insane I'm very shook...

Spit bars that would turn a long necks neck
and leave traps bigger then webs that a daddy long leg spreads
been in the game way longer then a limousine
leave you leaner then cuisine feedin bones in meuseum scenes
skinny jeans, no billy jean, but i always keep a bad bitch
intervene with guillotines, surfers think it was some rad ****
making green like urine streams, pissin on your cabin
submarine shoot 17's have you wonderin where your chaps went
Catch your body with this mac 10, fire spittin like a dragon
have you flashin yellow lights like Ferraris and they stallions
bullets big as medallions, rocket launchers like cannons
chemcial reactions, your swag so wack, split your fashion into atoms
metal from this magnum, turn this whole into a fraction
aint no satisfaction, drop your body in a canyon
watch this desert eagle scoop you up drag yo body with its talon
take your dead body for some ransom, sell it to my homie Chapman
take it to his mansion, cut your body piece by piece, you would think we playin hangman
drop them parts off in a chasm, have heaven serve you some compassion
then shoot you back down, sniper bullets, hells assassins
you aint good enough for bronze, you the opposite of platinum
I'm the king of the game, games a ship well I'm the captain
You busy slacken like a broken wagon in action waxen chum buckets and famine
survinin off of rations, passin bankin cheap ass taxmen, tryna steal they secret recipes like plankton

your voice matched this beat well in my opinion/ i feel the beat was a bit loud and it was hard to hear you some times but it could just be my ears

I love music - Tech N9ne

He pulls off 5.5/8 rhythm, frickin insane. The featured artists tried but as you can hear they have no idea how XD

shes lied for the last time
I listened for the last time
shes denied for the last time
I gave a **** for the last time
done hearing her say
it wont be like last time
I swear
I Promise
well I Honest I dont care
were done , u a mother something not the kind should have a son
not that kind to anyone
I was twice as patient as conjoined twins on the op table
and you cut my heart out and sipped the blood with a ladel
wish it was a game wish it was Fable
but Bitch I aint getting played im not a game show

Kill 'Em All Freestyle

[Verse]
I kill 'em all like Marshall Mathers when he disses his enemies
From Everlast one week to N'Sync the second week
I could kill Robert for starting a cult following
by turning friend after friend against me
I could kill him for turning every buddy and mate into an enemy
I could kill him for underestimating my integrity
I could kill him for making me empty
I could kill him for everything he said to me to get me angry mentally
I could kill Deesha for turning her back on me and rejecting me
I could kill Minal for for disrespecting me intellectually
I could kill that ****** Kurt for telling me that I smell
and for challenging me when I tell him he treated me disrespectfully
I could kill Iffaht for not accepting me
I could kill Rikki for holding me against the desk in a frenzy
I could kill Kiran for misunderstanding me
Then causing lots of problems for my best friend Amandeep
I could kill Nicki for not spending any time with me
Instead stringing me along story after story, she's been lying to me
I could kill her for passing that note as blackmail
If I saw her now, I'd step on her like a rat's tail
Then I'd go on to kill that ************ she always hung out with
and rip his guts out quick
Hell, I'd even kill MYSELF for having too much forgiveness in my system
**** this autism!

(9/8 verse)
Call me afraid but I'm waiting, awake in the wake of a lake, overturned, known to burst, no mistakes/
But to blatantly state, that I'm patient to break, do I look like the type ta write and fire blanks at the slate, great!/
Aimlessly laden and painted to brick walls laid in layers of eight, add another, that's my traits/
Fuckin' with numbers, feeding this hunger, call me talentless, coming to one thing, sucker/
What's a glass of water to whale? Taking pails, bails all mailed heavy weighted like shale what a fail/
Coming at ya teeth and nails, think derailed, steep to bail and weakly stale, my knees raw, won't bow to a bush, feeling pale/
Parents miss the timid mind, energized I spin on a dime, sick am I right? Living the life till it kills me inside, am I alive or am I just a hive?/
Kidding I might but I'm losing it, rude I meant but once you're lost there's no mood to fit, ruses sit but now I'm found since I knew this is...knew this is!/

Drugs------/

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Hey, thread old timer here, thought id check in to see how things are going. Where is Bambino and Illustraight at lol? and Whitemonkey or whatever his official name was lol

Anyone want to pick a good classic beat, pick a topic and write some verses? peace

Oh there you are lol my bad bro

You should've gone to Specsavers.

back

hit me up i need to sharpen up a bit

Yo, are you going to Wembley Arena next month? Eminem is performing and I'm going to see him live.

reply to all ,
ya'll can lick my balls
liqs hi balls
liqs like malt
she can lick my molly
i dont kick like ali
feeling doogie houser chillin wit raldi
feeling filling all me ...
f'n feeling army
what u say im militant
for a milli'n
brilliant for a billion
diligent for a dealy n
more scales then reptilians
rep till thee end
assholes gone loose ya ****
dont go cross me no need no crucifix
you squares got it twisted rubic bricks
you ****'n pussy's wants some lube wit this
you fuking pussy want some lube wit this
you nuttin Pussy , Butt Boobs n Tits
**** it , ima ooze ma jizz all over the music biz
Heres hoping I dont loose yea kids


HIGHpro

You claim to see what you say but the only way to say things
is if you see the things you say, instead you stay saying it
There's no point saying what you don't see
That's like saying you're an O.G. but have you ever seen your hands on an Olde E
or a sharp box-cutter or a weapon machine
like an AR-15 or a M-16 or even an inf' beam?
Of course you haven't, you're all unbalanced
You have a body that doesn't have it, and by that I mean the proper bac-
-teria, my style is jam-packed with material
that makes a mad serial killer sick like catching venereals
If you've ever had a pack of bars
that have cracked and gone hard like bowel crap, that's how bad and rough my stanzas are!
How terrible is wisdom when it brings no profit to the wise?
That's like a porn king with a lot of dimes
but he doesn't know how to pay the bills
As soon as the girl opens her chequebook
his mind goes blank with no idea where the **** to sign