Neverending Rap Battle

MC shhh,

I see that life is got you on a hook, To caught up. Your some what like a preacher, with out its listeners, I'll tell you what, you stop getting mushy cuz its sounds like your about to cry because we don't value life, I told you already The rap industry revolves around Money, Power, Respect, and the cool cars and hoes come with it as extra. If you be a sick MCee then you must learn Choice, Perspective, and Control, Then you can preach to me whenever, but you are not Mr fix-it, so shut it.

talkin a jarin.....freedom of sceech and all that....shotty i agree with your point about where rap revolves and the audience and all taht ****....i personally dont think it has to be that way.....its all about the intellegence behind it.....i just think the worlds bigger than that.....maybe coz ive lived in more of it i guess......dont know....took some acid...just tryin to understand ****.....

wah? me??? the hell would i spit at myself? i think its mc shh.. or wats that kids name liltruth/phobia ..

Mc shhh,

1st thing, lay off the acid.
2nd thing, learn your **** before you talk it.

What if the world is much more then money, power, or respect? But let me ask you this "what are you supposed to give someone with a damaged and tormented soul, that has seen the not so pretty side of the world, If you said love, Friends, Family your wrong. Someone that has slipped to far can not recover because if they could there wouldn't be anybody in hell, now would there.(real talk)1

thx man.. buh u no td be nice if u spat back

shotty and shh.. shut up.. this aint some conversation about "family, power and love" this is a never ending rap battle not some tlk show.. lets see some spittin

yea ice aint bad

"Some Thing For Nothing"

took me 'bout 2 years to see pain,
fresh blood spilt
kids killed,
for what. . . the rap game,

But I'm heartless so I keep spit'n,
got pressure to kill time check it my rhymes are pre-written,
girls love the way the west coast is,
Make'n money do'n shows, work'n the biz,
Every since the homies taught,
bout the rap game in the 8-o-drop,
things been runn'n smooth,
pimp'n ain't easy, so is wear'n the color blue,

Mash out collect the cash,
tie my most talented raps to the end of my album tracks,
I feel Im play'n a game that can't be won,
without mad skills, automatics and hand guns,
true souljas just rap'n the beat,
and if you love my style then you love my ability to speak,
with such peer presure,
Im the damn devils advocate, im here to test ya,
FAITH, leave the studio to real pros,
not no fakes.

Simple **** "Yeah-did-I-mean"

"I've Got" you gotta take this flow slow when you read it.

I've got true skills ta flow,
shoot through you talent like a bow and arrow,
see me in the 6-4,
roll'n on dubs,
windows rolled up,
hit a buck 20,
try'n to make the cut,
as a rap superstar,
no luck,
so i sit at the bar, A-yo can I get another shot,
as i think to myself, I've got. . .

Girls, hoes, bitches, sluts, whores and hoodrats,
That want a taste of my ball sack,
I do funny rhymes with no plot,
but if you get a lesson out of it, then there was a lesson to be taught.1

Now I been in the game for about a year and some change
Its still deranged, but these verses help ease the pain
Being alike is out the question, you not of my caliber
Count your fukin blessins nigga, stay out my alley bro
Hostile cause they took mine, time for redemption
Mad tension not to mention my only friend was detention
Except when I enjoyed the weather during days of suspension
Stickin up, Dickin down, my invention for attention
Comprehension, of the game came to easy for me to grasp
Now I'm movin white, purple, green whatever color you ask
We battle below street lights, sucks we can't battle on the mic
A mic battle add spice and all walk away with their life
Keep talkin bout your 6-4s, keep falshin your watch
FOR YOU! My niggaz is gon make time stop
And NO you not a gangsta they don't flaunt that ****
You want all tha money and cars they gon stomp that glitz
Talkin bout you hard and scarred, while pissin in your drawers
Hand shakin say you gon clap me, Nigga I like applause
So when the sun goes down, say it loud like James Brown
"I'm not a G", then run in the house don't make a sound
BUT
"You kno you can (you know you can)...be what you wanna be(be what you wanna be),
If you work hard at it(If you work hard at it)... you be where you wanna be (you be where you wanna be)"*


*NAS - I CAN

Yo any1 up for a battle? hit up the rules and spit 1st...!

yo any1 online, damn every1 just chats ere now..somone organise a battle or somthin

yo,im up for it punani,wana get fucked?

alkalyne wanna battle man?

trickster me n u man,lets do this,uk style

nigga understand that bury yall cuz im sick text//
conquered bout 200 sites,this 1 be next//
dick,****,bitch,lick thats all these faggots can say//
i have em hit so hard they leave the fuckin sight today//
300 cc,i got that **** B,aint no doubt about it who's a preoper MC//
i just piss on all of ya lyrics,wait wat ui say? "pee"//
This the drop off,cuz u bout to get knocked off dammit//
Knocked off this site and off the face of this planet//
Your standin out o line,im bout to hit you off//
Im way ahead of time,u cannot piss me off//
trixter u need a fixture to all ya beats//
thought u were onwing this site?man sheesh//
the "LAST PROPHET AND CATALYST".. I "BLAST ROCKETS AND SHATTER ****"//
In a battle you ain't got a prayer against me.. like "AGNOSTICS IN NAZARETH!!"//
let me explain that to you), as if laymen controlled
the hip hop premises//
If you mastered Resident Evilm,your **** won't top this Nemesis//

16 lines trick,top that!

i gotta laugh at that first line.. "im sick text"... <--- hahaha..

i gotta laugh at how sum cocky folks cant battle for ****

makes you more of a nerd than a skilled rapper.. punch backfired.


and yes. flame me.
c-a-u-s-e i d-o-n-t c-a-r-e.

lmao **** that's funny, he thought his rap was hard, when that punch just made him look like a nerd, like ismdal said. **** that's funny!

he feels stupid for exaggerating now.