ey yo... i need a challenge.. i wanna battle someone good
TrikstR, i cant even call you an MC
with rhymes like that it should be switched, you the newbie
slice me in 2...is that all you could do?
bitch i shread guys like you up
bring u back to the days you were drinkin from a sippie cup
dont call a victory, you havent won
you bout to get overrun
get down on your knees
plead for your life, this raps 100 degrees
this my domain now
i took your pride, shot it, now it cant be found
how bout your candle flow, i blew it out with a whoosh
ha, my flows better that a candle u little duche
i got a gas leak ready to ignite
better watch out, here comes the fight
cuz the rhymes i got
could start a riot
flooding through towns, one by one
from the east coast to west, ive just begun
you know pussy...because you are a pussy
be a man, take one to the chest
you the pussy with the bullet-proof-vest
next time when i ask for someone to battle
i need somethin better, somthin to really rattle
when BLINDside asks for a fight
you keep quiet boy, and be polite
this is BLINDside, and youve been fried!!!!!!
you spit first if ya can talk yaself up that much
yo can someone else judge mine and unstables battle?
yo quik, i'll judge, is it done or not started yet?
my lyrics n letters go together like men and his army/ they put together better than gwen n stefani/ yours are more pretend than ken and his barbie/ so i suggest ya best stop tryin ta mess with this party/ you couldnt "stand" to be in a rappers booth/ yas just dont have tha "glands" and thats "THA TRUTH"/ I never even asked for you in the first place/ OH!!!, except when i wanted ta "battle out tha worst race"/ yo and video for an emcee to rhyme/ is a show that this bro is out of his prime/and if ya stopped eating so much of that fuc.king arse "crack"/you wont "choke on ****" n havin those suffrin asthma attacks/ you from tha east coast of tha usa?/dont they let just a few of you rappers through a day/ go on prey/ on your litle frail knees/ let me in god..hail, please!!!// i call you ray charles cos it looks like your writing blind/ and no ones hearing ya cos ya just miming lines/ ya rhyme like as if you was wearin a blue collar/ you dont put it on the lines like a true schollar/ i just realized ya got everyone fooled that you make skills/ thats like saying your mom doesnt need to take pills/ next time i will wear a fukin rubber aight!/ by the way bro i will rap ya mother, cuz tha ****** "bights"...
to spit, cause I'm too quick
I be appraisin, raised with the brave
I'm the headmaster and you're my slave
Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster
Half the class step back, they'll call me the master
You wanna jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I boned your girl Emily
Procrastinator later hater played out sprayed her
I'll compare and dare with a stare
You can say where? I'm over here
Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales
difficult, to some terrifical
Hypothetically, alphabetically
Energetically, theoretically
No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more
Dog will get more, yes yes yes y'all
I manifest protest and progress
Confess with reflex, cause I get cold sex
I can't believe how dope I am
Give me a pound, thank you ma'am
So whether you think that I'm just a myth
to rift to lift the gifts that itch the fifth
to shift his clip that's in control to hold the bolo
a bowl I make you take and ache and fake
to build, in which I'm equal to destroy
I'm like a teacher tornado you're just a toyboy
Made manufactured by, Parker Brothers
You bought your rhymes, from another wholesale
Words are stale, up to bail
cause you fail, try to trail
My sugar style, words and rhythm for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm collecting
I'll rewind myself and then begin again
Strike ignite and burn, just like hydrogen
Come again, as I intend to start to end
to go beyond, means of a titan
I'm fightin, releasing my fury to cause static
and shine, the superstar, reign supreme
Im tripping, ripping up a curse
For the wack blindside who raps like a student nurse,
i get immerse, flip into converse, then i disperse spit at me again and you'll get the worst
consider you have just been MERKED blindside
AARRGGHHH too many wack rappers
NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXT
it's done already truth u need me 2 post the raps or can u find them?
ite ok mad props to both of you but truth won i think easily best structure and came had
respect to both of you
**** i meant to say he came hard but slipperz your gettn much much better respect bro
Voting Structure
Flow: unstable
Structure: quik
Multies: quik
Word-Play: quik
Metaphors: quik
Punches: unstable
Personals: -----------
Creativity: unstable
Enjoyment: unstable
VOTE: umm tie?
Explaination: no time
ite ok any1 GOOD wanna battle me cos as far as im concerned that peicca **** that just hatched is dead out gone just spit at me
~peace out~
yo im back shout out to all the boys any new competition if there is challenge me
if you think youre good ask some of the ppl on this site that know me and ask them if you have a chance ask the truth, trikstr, doc, dj or anyone who knows me
the days of a ravenous age
the spray of a venomous rage
i wage war with each page
my speach is not to be caged
when i reach for my shield
i wield in the battlefield
i will not stop or yield
inflicting wounds that can never be healed
life feels as real as a cartoon
when im dealing with bafoons
goons who's faces turn maroon
like the way the sun burns the moon
one afternoon
i tried to think
get my thoughts in tune nsync
with my emotions so i used some ink
to link my thoughts together
it was like a blizzard in the warmest weather
thats just a glimpse of what i can do without wordplay or triplecates
yo good spit proffesor yo i'm lookin 4 a new battle so hit me up
theprofessor wrote:
the days of a ravenous age
the spray of a venomous rage
i wage war with each page
my speach is not to be caged
when i reach for my shield
i wield in the battlefield
i will not stop or yield
inflicting wounds that can never be healed
life feels as real as a cartoon
when im dealing with bafoons
goons who's faces turn maroon
like the way the sun burns the moon
one afternoon
i tried to think
get my thoughts in tune nsync
with my emotions so i used some ink
to link my thoughts together
it was like a blizzard in the warmest weather
Hey, professor
I'm no rapper
but I like listening to it. (Public Enemy, Dead Prez, J5)
I'm interested in rythmn and words. I play a bit of bass. Write a bit of poetry (or try).
Found what you'd written here something like inspirational.
My favorite part is:
"life feels as real as a cartoon
when im dealing with bafoons
goons who's faces turn maroon
like the way the sun burns the moon"
That's perfect.
I'm not bullshitting you - I've only just started trying to write down things that come into my head and I try to let out some of how I'm feeling with it, but don't find it easy. What you wrote there, I could relate to. More than that - you summed up something for me.
Well,
back to the poetry.
Peace,
Endy
none of yall can beat me aha............................
