Neverending Rap Battle

Just like that and Im back to air yah whole clique

To keep you niggas down like a lack of serotonin

Im honed in ready to send you niggas foldin

I pulled yah card and Imma take everything that yah holdin

You really think that a call out worry me?

When half you niggas cap harder than fallout currency

Im suited up ready to let off an entire can

One big round light up yah chest like iron man

I dont know how you made fans
I just aim cans
N let it pop pop like gay dads or grand dads

Quit actin like you could do any better
Cuz if it's between me and you **** we losin a letter

Who needs evil knievel half you niggas stunt for free
Dr.scholls, I walk everywhere comfortably

Sleep on me under da sea for yah burial

Two shells to yah chest n leave yah head red like Ariel

Everyone claimin they gods but thats straight blasphemous

You's just a bitch Ill leave you packin up

Claim you a goat and thats got me mad enough

To take this clicker out and show you that Im the last of us

Rappers getting out lined **** you've earned your chalk

Had people run up on me before I learned to walk

Stop talking at me as if Ive even heard of yall
You try to shade Ill shell yah whole crew like the squirtle squad

All these dudes actin like they pullin the strangs

Show Ill handle you dummies when I pop it(puppet) in yah face

Now you see clearly im just somethin you aint

Shade then its hands in yah face like Im tuttin at a rave

This is somethin I had to do just to leave you ops in fear

Couldn't beat me so how you plan to top yah peers
People try to hide when the fuckin dots appear

But nigga we are pass words you are not secure

I trample over the schemes of the snakes
I’m Will Smith, ‘cause I’m seen as the “Enemy Of The State”
Coming Christ-like, serving verses like sweet little cakes
while looking upwards beyond the clouds and the streams of the planes
Showing niggards what it means to be straight
and how the Lord knows our works like Revelation chapter 3 verse 8
As I keep seeking His aid every and each single day
I’m pleading to the races, asking them to please appreciate
An adult with a child’s mind who doesn’t mean to breach space
like they invade mine - I’m just trying to reach and relate
Upkeeping the faith like a housemaid keeps her duties
when she cleans the sheets and maintains the whole house while the team is away
For weeks I wonder whether I’m being paid for it
‘Cause more often than not, I get berated for it
Son, I’m not here to earn from it or make a profit
I’m here to bust the truth without money, take the knowledge
Know the ledge like Rakim, even if you have to KRS-One it
Go Chuck D and fight the power, put a Nu Wave up on it
Be like Monie Love and say that “It’s A Shame”
or “Rock The Party” like MC Lyte - or beatbox it the way Biz Markie
did, or be like Slick Rick and “treat it like a prostitute”
Bury your hand in between the sheets and read it like a scholar’s book
Jesus Christ said that no deed’s ever impossible
So make it possible like landing a three, as it is probable
With God’s love, you can stay supreme like Tony Starks would do
Not Robert Downey Jr., but the emcee who raps Islamic jewels
But I’m not a Muslim if I preach and sow the Gospel true
so you can experience the kind of peace that Yeshua offers you

rip this forum

Nah, it will never die. prof and darknova are still around

Re illustrate , we the illest gone kill this fake, gonna have to reanimate
for you toon as mf, talk ****, thats what you do ass mf,
smoke alot a weed ,but i aint too gassed mf
to do that gutter gutter
you talk alot but you aint that mf
you talk like ya daddy probly touched yea
body check the subject its a homi
bottom line they reflect
they lieing through they neck
these cats is pussy they stay lion ta death
feline on they breath
no time on they lex, they rollie through life
dont get heated brodie, parolies put homies on ice
ya'll tryn ta battle , this is war like petroleum rights
no wonder your jelly
think you need a outer body, to take hold of ya life
married to hip hop throwing the rice, throwing the dice
unless its judo then ju know I aint throwing a fight
put my toes in some nikes,
check it
unlike you pussy I know that im tight
know that im nice
F*** You
only option left Id go right
co write the multiverse alter earth
kill off the b**ch whose fault your birthed
worms always tryn talk dirt
sperms theres billions of them , i be the first a me
I give um the best and worst a me , till its hurts ta breathe,
they always last ones to show and first ta leave
wanna act like a a** hole or jerk ta me
I be spacing on these hoes like my toes on mercury
game gets heated aint take **** personally
that fake **** aint work fer me
you latex dog
Fake B**ch




I have just been busy making music my bad lol,

U ain’t messin wit me/ my hands are griped/ da shots are off/ da gun clips make u take OFF/ make me mad/ when I POP OFF/ I’m a gorilla man/ compared to u/ your just a normal man/I’ll stomp ya/ smash u….out of Shape/ your remains with be off in the cemetary/ I’ll have the goons/ grap a shovel and have u BEARED/ if u seem my thoughs Very SCAry/ nigga ain’t ready for the gun play/ but I can prove I can play the same games wit a lunch plate/ u will call me maser/ like a set dial/ I SET the Rules

What up, prof

I stay distant from naughty chicks
Keep a wide berth from scorning kids, like Leviticus 13:46
These goofs are unclean to me with their corny hits
They must’ve not cleansed their hands nor did they wash their bits
Homie, all of them lick
Let me get at them like DMX barking and sh*t
Call the dogs to the pit - and I just cursed, that’s just awful, isn’t it?
Now I know what it’s like to be like those foreigner twits
who find it hard to stop the cawing and being vulgar nitwits
They think just because they heard someone else spit it
or they heard Cartman quip it, they can do it too on some copycat biz
Might as well work for Xerox and photocopy some scripts
Go to the office, hand them over to their boss like, “Here’s your slips!”
I catch a fever like Peggy Lee, I fight these mites readily
Make them a catch a flight directly
Connect my fist to their face, without touching the eyes objectively
Get them passing like travel guides through entries
Make their parents come by steadily, crying intensely
Cause tension to these skeptics, throwing fine melodies
Singing lines in medleys
And yes, I smile eccentrically, split thighs like that guy Presley
When I flip the work, I’m like Thierry flying tenderly
Writing mentally then showing the rhymes perceptibly
that portray my insight evidently
While others show keen street minds ostensibly
‘til they get exposed in the light like documentaries
I ponder mentally, wonder with broad perplexity
at why these brothers wanna show off what they flaunt offensively
But every time I confront the vipers, they remark contemptibly
Pull their Victoria’s Secrets down then jerk off sexually
This takes me back to when I was knocked subjectively
Dishonoured unpleasantly, without any positive pleasantries
But now I got the confidence to sock the next emcee
who doesn’t come correct like a test marked with F’s and G’s
Ills

looking like a feen
well im cooking up a dream
looking down from space
heavens looking down on me
gotta lift ya head
dont get down homie
gotta get the bread
wont let um down not me
wont let um drown, round me
got a couple rounds round me
couple dogs in the pound Down east
Up west, till im deceased a beast living in the flesh
hank mccoy
make some noise
make a choice
let um break you down
or maintain stayin poised
satens voice a light in the darkness
on the grind sparks is flyin like starships
no key in the ignition
couple keys in ya asshole
they dont wanna start ****
im on a mission ,from no pot to pissen, to mo crop to crissen
middle finger up to the op's and any opposition
aint gonna stop me from getting to the top position
stop n listen


PUT NUMBERS UP 1 love

And now my friend, come soar with me
To the outer limits of reality
This universe, though wide it seems
Is but the shadow of our dreams
We are nought but knowledge in these tents
Refined through pain and punishment
We're the hive of man and neath His rod
We are one, we're the Son of God
The past, the present, the future is He
He was, He is, and He will be
And heaven is but a point in time
To where the spirit in man must climb
Eventually when He's there at last
And stands and gazes on His past
And takes the throne prepared in heaven
Then all His past will be forgiven.
I am who I am, the die is cast
For I was created by my past
And we who we are this very day
Determines His future in every way
If my past were changed, then who would I be?
One thing is certain, I wouldn't be me......... The Anointed.

lifes a lesson
is death the answer ?
these dark nights in the lab ,dark knight
are stars bright to the blind
everything i write, go right through ya mind
put my life on the line, put my life in these lines
this the life and the times
so fueled they try to siphon my rhymes
so few live they life, im jssst tryn
be a creator add to the design
been in a cell with a pad an my rhymes
its bin in my cells, ive bin there myself
they acting like they so into themselves
like po po stepping inta ya house
thats a No No, H2O flow's ya'll never breaking the O zone
im never taking a O home
never fake n it show ,pro taking shots no photo
these birds acting fly they dodo

I had my game planned, but the conviction came after
Found myself seeing God like Macaulay meeting the Pagemaster
For years, I was a coward, who wasn’t able to embrace rappers
But now I’ve joined the faith, I’ve been in first place, shaming crackers
(Varmint!) These biscuit-eating niggards drop Bill figures
Walk through the gate wearing Hilfiger, and swill pitchers
I tell them, “Forget what you sport - this here is real, killer
Be clothed with the same robe as Christ after he was killed by ninjas!”
Bitches look through peepholes just to see filtered pictures
Fiddle like Nero while their cities get spilt for riches
Millions try to be heroes, and make shrillness like witches
The next day they’re like zeroes when they turn into little snitches
And this is what I see that makes me more willed and conscious
‘Cause the Lord comes into my life, once I’m filled with competence
Plus as much as I pick these small things from my silly comrades
I can still be my own, but with much more stillness and confidence
Dangerous is a minimal bit of prudence
I remain stupid, but act with succinct coolness
Think silently like instrumental hits while tuning
Keep my mouth shut and let my God present His music
Rock fresh threads while I put on my spiritual tunic
Like fiends with their ki’s, I watch the Holy Spirit moving
Any punk challenge my thinking, then I school him
Otherwise, the force jumps right in and kicks his snoot in
(Oof!) That guy now looks pleased as punch, he’s been shown the light
Eyes rolled back like he’s possessed by a poltergeist
Now he’s asleep, I can continue to quote and cite
Carry on wasting paper when I note my vibes

Once I had a dodo, but it flew away
It existed many years ago, they abused its face
So when I think back to how it roamed the luxuriant plains
of my mother’s motherland, I think, “What would it do today?”
Then I look in Romans 14:8
that says all that live die, and all that die live in the Lord who’s great
God created creatures of all sorts and shapes
He’s kept it square with His circles in all foreign states
He’s loved every group and click from every angle
living parallel, pushing their grams, breaking the peddlers’ ankles
And each kid ignoring their gramps and other elder patrons
Going commando with their boards, carrying med samples
The whole world is in the power of the evil one
but Jesus got us knocked with the Gospels, making us equal sons
Issuing this to the fellers like legal funds
with a little help from my friend like the joint the Beatles sung

A decade has gone by but illustraight is still here
Like a cell you don’t wanna see on a Pap smear,
Talking bout abusing the faces of dead birds…
Ornithological oral? Don’t put nothing past that turd.
I went to the zoo to see the pandas and ****
Illustraight went to seed the pandas, suck tits
That hung below elephants, dangling low.
I fed a penguin, illy gave one a blow.
I guess he really loves animals, give him a break.
It’s not the guy’s fault he suffocated that snake.
But the next time you use one like that, illy, please,
Put the tail end up first so the sucker can breathe.

That’s right, Straight, stay quiet.
Your on a truth-rich diet
Of my rap bombs,
num, num,
In your tum tum
swallow it like daddy’s cum.
Why so quiet?
Answer back, Straight, just try it:
The crap you let fly
We might just even buy it.
But I know with a sigh it
would just be bare dry, it
would make Biggy cry, ****!
All the homies in the sky quit,
To see what you’ve done to their game
Made it lame and bare dry. It
just breaks my heart
what you’ve done to the art
of Tupac and Nate Dogg: turned their nitro to fart.
So stay good and silent, hush, baby, don’t cry.
IamSam gonna sing you a lullaby.
You might not know the tune but it’ll send you off sweet.
It’s 45 calibre, take you straight off your feet.

I love animals so much, I swam in your lady like a ferret
I can tell you a joke about pussy, but I’m afraid you won’t get it
And they do say that still waters run deep
so when I offer your girl a drink, a fountain is made underneath
And that explains why she’s been full of self
When she said she was gagging, I knew she could’ve used some help
So I pulled it out and made the toolie melt
and by the time I was done she felt shook like earthquakes moving belts
Look, I went to the zoo as well
Saw a rabbit that looked like you, and fed it Duracell
Energised it, watched it scat and leave a poopy trail
that looked like the rhymes you write - and even you can tell
You talk about “ornithological oral”?
I took your chick, made her sway back and forth like a coral
Took the position of a Cherokee chief
Made her smoke a holy one, and she felt Great like the Barrier Reef

Not out to x you L's
So turn yah lux around
Achilles niggas/I kill these niggas
You knee/need to slow me down
That kneel turned to a bow
To heal/heel is all I'm bout
But cal sin ate us/calcaneus so validation is all we crown aye

Subs tailor joints/subtalar joints just to keep us all under waves dude
Asphyxiate us/a fix it ain't us
The Perpetrators/the perp a trait or its lowest IQ

Reachin/reagions I know
What's he thinking I know
It's a plot to put a stomp on our survival

Not sparing the truth up here
When all is featured
Not baring to lose up here/hair
Like alopecia

Getting it hopping with dual lines
double Dutchin with new rhymes
Spittin and Haulin/holland the youths mind
Outta the clutches of the blind

Would shoo/Wood shoe off if you clogging up
Or its bantus on San youths for all yall squadin up

Why you acting coy/khoi
Should get to fishin Jo nah/yo not a nigga who be well/whale off just by bitchin
Grasshopper u flippin
I ain't trying to con science/conscience
Jiminy crickets
It's wickedness that you pitching
Acidic sense of conviction
You take the kids and u twist em
To add em in to yo system

You gettin it now
Well I'm the best out my town bang

Takes you removed TOS!
Fools Gold represents Treasury Service
Five Words, Four Words
Countdown
0 -careful- zero
Cain from blitzing phonies with a knife or a belt
Out of the Jordanian Nation State oreGUN on the
Left side count them 1 - 2 - 3 o o that is no zero
Really though it is only 3 full states of the US Economy
Of which 25% of the total Economy is represented beneath me

Call this meeting to order
Gentlemen, you put no fear in my heart like Bloody Loco
I got some valour pumping throughout my parts like cars with Sunoco
I’ve gone go-go - but protected for life like four-door Volvos
due to the love bestowed upon me by the Logos
On the low, though - like Cadillacs in Compton
I sit back and laugh at you rappers to have to snap more often
Daily stomping your wives for cheating on you
Take lives for greedy profits, then hide yourselves deep in forests
I can tell you’ve really lost it, when you say you’re good
And you come the next day with a tool and spray up your neighbourhood
Then you give the state troops a probable cause
to come with the dogs and bombs and blow the bloody doors off
Then you want to mug me off in front of your little pals
Say, “It’s just a bubble” like you’re getting cocky with me now
If I wasn’t Christian, I’d take your stumble bum out on the street
to catch some nasty body heat from all the scum you meet
Thankfully, I’m happy to say that’s not at all me

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