Neverending Rap Battle

Let me go M.I.B.
Sick of everybody alienating me, and they think I can't see?
I rock a dark jacket that's black, armed with a zapper, wanting to clap up
hundreds of gangsters who dance like those wanksters
donning a swag like a clan of ducks when they waddle and toddle
and wobble and swagger when they're walking across the meanders
with stomachs of fat and when they quack, they're like Donald who snaps
because they find it hard to command their dominant rag
Yet they want to be the boss of the maps
They got more issues than Cosmopolitan mags with models who fart on top of a stand
They're diabolic, demonic tyrants who got a big trap
Accursed, monstrous, immoral warriors who can't even clap
Goddamn, if I was God I'd damn them all, but goddamn it, I find it hard to damn
for I'm just a man and not a god, damn God it, man !
So God forgive me for my constant blabbing
And punish those who thwart my long-term plans, goddamn it !

Most of my life has been such a letdown that I think I'll leave a review
One star for every freak I've seen to
Back to the fifteen divas I mentioned earlier this week
who have left me with several beats since preschool
When I started, I trained myself to get even and be cool
Develop a street attitude and be treated equal
But all I've had is the scales tipped, my conscience tampered with and my nails ripped
Leaving me unbalanced like a frail bitch
Talk of weakness, where there was luck there was always bleakness
especially for a puppy who competes with
plenty of other dogs of all walks and prestiges
Trying to be number one amongst them all is so tedious
without as much as a bark or a peep
I'm chasing cars; some Toyotas, some Jeeps and Mitsubishis
trying to garner a piece of their part of the beat
Becoming one with a league of British Asians or another cultural team
is like being a parkour when you leap
Jumping obstacles beneath, besides, behind or in front of you while you keep
your eyes open on a particular specific target on the street
Skateboarding like P, C-walking like Snoop
B-Boy dancing like DMC, or even MC'in' like KRS-One when he speaks
We lost B.I.G., JMJ, Tupac and even
Guru, Big L, Big Punisher, Nate Dogg and Pimp C
For years I've been done up by a multitude of chicks
and I'm sure they didn't have to show some of their tits
And it feels like I've lost a rapper inside of me in the form of a body part
Some of my heart has been shot up
and left in the hospital with an abundance of pumps hooked up
working to keep the blood inside of it locked up
without some of it spilling out
The last thing I want to suffer is some sort of rush
They don't understand how I'm feeling now
I'm on a cardiac arrest and giving out
The flatline is imminent now
I'm fighting for my life as much as I can and trying not to let it get the best of me now
Won't somebody out there come and help me out?
I'm yelling out to any chick in town
Whether near, far or they're just around
So I can hold their hand until they shout
I'm stiffening and reaching the climax like a high note sung by a singing crowd......

lol .. wheres your rap ??? on my beat i wanna hurr it

Sorry buddy got caught up in some family **** but don't worry you're def gonna hear it this week.

awesome homie loved the rhymes too .. cadence is on point

when I was sixteen ,sixteens were sick
every label contract it ....
vomiting over a tracklist
rappers only met in jail
or freestyling out on bail
seen whyling .... always seen smiling
oh Ive seen sirens
my souls seens violence
my soles seem trident
when im chewing on the gums
flowing poseidon
loud mouths drownin in silence
when im down n I mine it
im down to define it , Hip Hop
hound in a lions pit ...Odd`s, are cats think I wont be defy`n this
beef fryin this , even heathen believe I enlist a iron fist
when im finger ******* ya bitch
touching ya ribs
tickles as I clutch an give
a good pull , keep laughing ,
you aint ******* with this
gas masking
trash ass pass gassin
Hazmat assassin national international i be smashing um all
jsst pass me the malt, liqour
just passing through the mall, with the latest fashions
just pass me the ball , Game , pssh i made this fashionable
grim reefer in the boneyard im smashing a skull
against some vaginal wall`s...
if you were`nt such bitches this could happen to yall
eat like a king
live like a god
anyone else tell you different is a fraud

im down with the beef
im down with the reef
im down undergound pounding pow pow against ya feet
right now , I lay the mic down over a gangster beat
ya`ll biters can bite down , an lose ya teeth, loose ya teeth
have the drum shaking the roots beneathe
ya soul, weeds, trees ...grown into thoughts we seed... olde
english ...an the Hops we breed ... oh .. englands got a queen
martin had a dream
obama only care about the machine
the feens only scared of one thiiiing
cops the only criminals on the crime scene
lawyers are liar, liars are judges in reapers attire who only desire
to push you in hell fire ... so put yea L`s Higher
when ya boss yells fired ... cause he see*s smoke
but cant smell fire
shoot cops never wanna cease fire
prometheus when im heated ,pyre ... leave the empire pompei`d
too much bombay , not enough weed ,palm bay n palm play
greasier then pomade..smoking on some bomb bag ...
**** a fiancee , how much do you think jay paid for beyonce ?
Im beyond saving ... watch another rapper drive a whip
and hear them tell me there beyond slaving
Im beyond saying,eons spraying ...verbal aerosol ,,,
step back , if you dont get the picture its a mosaic
of the sickest scripture rippers to ever flow or say ****
stow , it ... still roll like I stoled it ... whered my soul go ?
you though I sold it , hov`d it ,rolled it in gold bricks
id roll`s it ,though id rather royce it and voice it ,
**** ya`ll im on some noice shiit ...

rappers nowadays are conjoined twins ,cant stand on there own
carbon copies and clones .. owned .. like the barcode on ya neck
pone'd like **** a sell outs grown ass... with a chrome ...
chrome what ? high pro aint use guns so what ? ... both nuts
skullfuck ...all up in your eye hole , after I scalped ya bitch .....
...lick my balls with ya eyeball still attached ... tell me ..am I cuming with
iller raps ..will collapse ya grill for scratch .. palms of my djs be feelin that
smack a whack , he aint ever getting the feeling back , peeling back ,civilian caps
when I drop bombs killin cats ... and dog any of you bitches wanna question
the feeling in my intestines... i'll rip out my digestive tract smack the back of your throat till your neck collapse ..... can you digest all that... ....


HIGHpro calgary alberta canada 2014 o4 nov


its getting real

im looking around ..physical reality breakdown .. never bound forever down to take sound and make it sound better ... I cry when I open my eyes .. I shine when I open my mind ... replaced all the hope you can find with faith . ready to take the step , make a leap off the edge ,,, trimming headges well people I went to school with .. brimming there hedge fund .. my heads spun .flip words like red rum and murder everyone on track ... kit kat wrist fracts bitch ass slick cats who wont give me a piece a that .. im a beast a rap with a beat attached to the teeth ... your heart still pumpin ... this century .. musics like human centipedes ... ya'll droppin the same **** ... crazy thing is ... ya'll think its some insane **** .. when a bullet leave a brain split ... shoot if a cop can walk around with a gun .. I dont feel safe ...if my mom screams rape it'll take 30 minutes .for more to show as they cover her mouth with police tape ... I live in canada the 51st policed state..

HIGHpro

Let me try your style for a minute .......

autism is not a personality , just a mask used to block my reality
it's a curse , but what's worse ,
it's a curve keeping me from being straight
.... cause others believed I was gay
this rejection drives me right round the bend
so what am I ? An underground pipe ?
just add me on Facebook, I have semi-A.D.D., no wonder I'm hype
im not made of steel , but my heart's so strong
not even a superman could stop it , or an iron man with arms
u must be stark mad like the hulk to bring me harm
im a ghost with a face , a lyrical killer , rhyming like raekwon
a bonafide people man , albeit an outsider like pacewon
shadowboxing cats , disrupting their sights just like mace guns
so cop it , before you get office'd
drop it , like sick knowledge
stop it , you little Hobbit , and hop it
and watch it , like a clock on your locket
u know what time it is ? Time to rock ****
ills and prof , we lock things like doors and compartments
this world is like a metal vault in a bank , nobody is safe
ironically , a lot of motherfuckers have access to shanks
yeah , I got stabbed in the heart
'Cause people like to stick the knife in
well, I'd like to rip their insides out to see what's inside of them
they're nothing but dolls , cross-eyed , blind to what's real
selling false tales like merchants , what's the real deal ?
this life is nothing but a vapour , a film reel
and we're the actors , acting melodramatic , drastics
snap out of it , o'hara , before you get blown with the wind
it's kinda funny , because with that much pride inhabited
how the **** can we expect them to give a damn ? ****

I don't do it really well, do I ?

A friend said to act like a spider
What do you mean, a Spider-Man spider? A bathroom spider?
An asshole spider?
A ten-legged "crawling on a gas pole" spider?
A hyper spider? A French wine spider?
A pig-swine spider? A middle-of-the-night spider?
A Jesus Christ bringing light to your life spider?
A black spider? A white spider?
A dark spider, or even a bright spider?
A wrong spider, a politically right spider?
A blind spider, a partially-sighted spider?
A one-eyed, two-eyed, or nine-eyed spider?
Damn it, there are so many types of spiders
So what kind of spider am I???

sufferin succotash , I tawt a taw a putty tat
in fact , I thought I saw some pussies pat
pull some swags that's flatter than mats , they need to be slapped
watch these rug munchers* get the carpet treatment
they're everywhere , from one place to another
always talking about having ways with your mother
and blazin a brother
talking about their hotness , they've never worked a day in the summer
i've worked throughout xmas , traversed in the winters
deliverin packets while averting the blizzards
when it comes to deliverin words , i'm a wizard
flippin a **** you finger to these birds and these bitches
yeah , some of them are stupid dogs
claim they ride through the fog
but they only drive at night , they'd have to wake up early at dawn
to look at the smog
their visions get misted from the **** that they're sniffin
the plot thickens , but their position is thinnin

Grrrrr, that's all I can think of
Writer's block is creepin in , like ghosts in big halls
I poke a geist , give it a loathsome fright
then hold him high at shoulder-height , and pull them in like Poltergeist
see what's on your tv screen , when those eyes are lookin at you
you freeze rigid , tighten like a statue
your pupils dilate like a cartoon iris-out
your eyes pop out , you've gone loony , bring the sirens out
not even the police can arrest your mind
when it takes a flight down South
you're down in the dumps , drown in your lumps
in too deep in crap when it's pushed out of your bum
the outcome is a life full of **** , lookin drowsy and glum
swimmin in piss, when you're downin that rum
your black beard has turned white as cum
this is not an oversight , your life is not a pirate one
but you can get scurvy if you don't fortify your gums

- Rain Man

no matter what it takes
shatter the breaks
rappers and fakes
always getting baked
so im always after cake
I hustle tracks , harder then crack dealers and there product ...Fact
I snap back peel ur cap back , seeing stars like a steelers snap back ,, fract whacks tracks spinal and vinyl ...Brapp
only time will tell .. so im killin it
illin scripts , with the realest **** .. little kids eating razor blades
even my ass feel this ****

till blood drips down the knucks
I never gave a ****
I never gave up
I was always down
only time i hold the crown
snatch it off a king **** when I brings it
Yea i went to jail .. gangsters post my bail
same ma fuckers scared of whats in my cell
whats in my hell
Blood dripping whats in my cells
just another number im callin ... so scream help
scream ,shout ,spit in the face of a fakes with no doubt I have what it takes
being a B boy only time I break
as pupils dialate
rest of the unit scared they gonna die today
you can die my face what ever colour you want mutha fuckas
war paint drippin in the hemoglobin
leave eyes like there ladies thighs I leave um open
leave till the trees I've planted ,seed ... grown into a new breed
evil deeds and making pussies bleed ... heavy flow
ya'll menstrul , im getting mental in her dental in the back ya rental
im backing lorenzo from benzo to enzo ... chill out
these the essentials ... get it cooking throw beef on ya grill now
gonna get my fill now , how i feel now .. shits getting real out

when i was young I never used a diary for whats inside a me
couldnt let sleep hide my dreams .hip hop didnt just inspire me
it put me to work it hired me ... to a higher me
news said rap would make you pack a gat an sell crack
never picked up the iron , so I find irony , how they tryn me
watch the feuds and something in my heart grows violently
thinking what kinda silencer they gonna use to silence me
its like when people get mad at dogs and try to scream
cause there barking ... you wouldnt want someone sparkin on you for talkin
that how youd greet a martian ... not me .. I got thee reefer sparkin
even when the reapers barking ... im like Biiiitch you my dog , so is god
Bud .chillin in eden smokin on godbud ... I got love .. I got passion ..I got agressive .. I got passive .. I got arrested .. I got passed it .. I got passed over .. passed by .. passed on ..type a guy passerby's used to smash on .. till I got my rap on .. bareback **** um with no strap on
hungry a beast for the beats aint jsst looking for something to snack on
soul food for thought .... Hip Hop...

HIGHpro

Moses said, "Let my people go!"
In the present, I'm crying, "Let my equals grow!"
My humility is unequaled like a God's power, yet I'm not immortal
Locked up in the borstal* of mortals
In this realm we've called our Earth for a many thousand years
Raised thousands of cheers, wailed a thousand tears
Working together, hurting forever, in the worser of weathers
Raincoat, anorak, scarf, shirt or a sweater
In sickness and in health, for worse or for better
We make a vow, to take a bow
From the day the curtains are brought up to the day they are taken down
That's the meaning of grace, and how
we preserve ourselves to see better days, but now
They are stubborn, always want to take the crown
after they invade the town, but they've lost their way around
Why do these contradicting rappers want to traipse about
up and down, to and fro, behaving like baby clowns?
The Bible explains aloud; that those wicked put up fronts
but those upright give thoughts to their ways and sounds
Proverbs 21:29, look it up
Hook it up to the rhyme that I've spit, are you crooks shook up?
Hi-hiccup, take a biscuit with your tea, soak it up
Swallow it, doesn't that feel blissful? Don't choke it up
Prof said it correctly, it's food for thought; who would've thought
that two cool sports spit the truest art through their hearts?
Dude, it's part of lyrical conviction
Spiritual distinction coming from a sick autistic
with the sickest of instincts and it's realistic
It's mystics, handled like business logistics
Expert in Franglish**, Ills is linguistic
and on point like a chick sticking on lipstick
And if you pagans don't believe this, you can kiss this
Six-inch sausage stick, prick, it's a dick, trick
It's not rocket science, bitch, this is simplistics.

- RainMan

* "borstal" is British slang for juvenile detention centre
** "Franglish" is mixture of French and English

oh another thing
noone gives a **** what ya mother thinks
oh ya mother drinks ?
what flavour
what hater
mad cause I dont have enough haters
Gladly give um another D well im drunk
driving skunk into my lungs , roll'd up on the roll's of vapour paper
raw like when I hit the pussy .
la like la di da ... doh roll out with luda rocking homer simpson shorts
not just fuckin with a beat baby lets have intercourse
n remorse that black horse at war with the porsche
oh of course not pff , or the coroner reports doc
drop .... dead .... serial
kill that barcode ...sitting with a bowl well im milkin cheerio
so cereal ... mitch hed berg , head first in a verse after burial
showing up reading to rehurse new material ...is he joking ?

-HIGHpro Calgary Alberta Canada 12/11/2014

oh another thing
noone gives a **** what ya mother thinks
oh ya mother drinks ?
what flavour
what hater
mad cause I dont have enough haters
Gladly give um another D well im drunk
driving skunk into my lungs , roll'd up on the roll's of vapour paper
raw like when I hit the pussy .
la like la di da ... doh roll out with luda rocking homer simpson shorts
not just fuckin with a beat baby lets have intercourse
n remorse that black horse at war with the porsche
oh of course not pff , or the coroner reports doc
drop .... dead .... serial
kill that barcode ...sitting with a bowl well im milkin cheerio
so cereal ... mitch hed berg , head first in a verse after burial
showing up reading to rehurse new material ...is he joking ?
here we go
shiit you aint hear me flow
Dsick as venereal
cheese sticks Hoe ....


HIGHpro 12/11/2014

I wish tech-rap existed

(Once upon) A time I taught the tricks
You need for rhymes, you need to spit
Salivation, bowels aching because I'm sick of this ****
Salutations I'm about to animate my agitations
Sacred races but Eugenics disproves my validations
(5/4)
Last-of-the-greats and half-of-my-stakes are raised
Laugh-at-the state of the masses-like-apes yet wait
Every little thought we make is lost
Individuality the cost
Sick of all the rumors and the talk
Wicked is the mouth that tells 'em all!
(10/4)
Look into the maw, hook it to the jaw, fuckin' right I'll buck and fight
Sick of all the jobs, sick how they are lost, tucked in tight but-you-won't live-the-night
(7/4)
grip the knife take a bite of the mind, say goodbye to the light here's your ticket to die
I'm trippin' on time, tricky to write when I'm shivering, quivering but I'm
Listening, my draw quickening, addicted like raw nicotine, picking speed
Licking the flavor off the message seen to taste the obscene, weed out the weak
(9/4)
Trapped in some ghastly mask, my last task to last until the hours pass it's sad, what's the matter
Dragging out a last gasp, the gases grasp my head, I'm glad that the vision's red
I'm dead but unless my body says I'm gonna remain the sole dread that could separate, the pressure breaks, hyperventilate, I'm your enemy!
(famous Tech N9ne "I Love Music" rhythm, 5.5/4)
But maintain, a mainframe, and now sus-
tain a strange strain, of the same thing, as
Hades, and satan, the weight is
Anger, anchors, strangle my ankles, the
Dangers take me to my grave, and
Dang, how I waited for this day, yo!
Fangs embrace my change, I e-
volve! Into rage and break this
Whole game wrangled in chains it's just what
Grace, and flame! That blazes! in
One word I could say, what you never could-
Hang on the tip of your tongue, the
Same could be said for when we were young-
Angst! Overtakes the brakes, while
Blame! Is passed around the place...

I got a beautiful mother, a job and a home but no girlfriend
I wonder what's gonna happen if the whole world ends?
Will I be stuck in purgatory? That's such an absurd story
I've been on a curve, I let the deeds do all of the words for me
Sometimes I feel like I've been pushing it too much
And in turn I feel like bruising my face with a chewable toothbrush
while chewing my two nuts just to stop myself from losing my touch
with these stupid sluts that I bump into every two months
My life's a fucked up maze, it's a labyrinth
Every day I keep bashing into these dead ends like a spastic bitch
I need a power-up, a cheat or some kind of magic hit
Something that'll help get me over this barrier quick
Let's see - up, down, left, right, B, C, C ....
down, right, left, up, C, C, B ..... ?
No, that doesn't work, let me read the manual
Stick my dick inside a pair of jeans and keep it casual
Game Genie, come out of the lamp and give me a magic code
(*knocking*) Come on, come out of there, man, quit being an asshole!
(Okay, pretty boy, what the **** do you want this time?!)
Relax, I just want to date a slut before my mother dies!