Neverending Rap Battle

you pull'n tricks
come down to america,
that kinda ****,
will get ass whiped, quick,
you bitch
lets race, you far from fast
i'll crawl, you dash,
and you'd still finish last
you make me laugh,
talk'n bout these gats
you way off track,
all ya do is yack......
must have lost too many brain cells
smoke'n crack, you need bitch slapped,
actully, matter of fact,
im sorry, that im givin so much flack
but it piss's me off, you thinking ya hard,
but you really wack
a fag, with no sac,
so lets see,
you call me a wannabe?
im cooler than you,
so that means you wanna be me
bitch please,
i'll hit ya with a low blow,
cut off ya arms
and beat ya with your own elbow
hello, heres a message,
all you do, is bitch and whine,
you couldnt make it in the real underground,
so you does it online,
learn how ta rhyme,
get off that crapper
write some real ****
and become a real rapper

15 years old? not bad man. keep it up. I've been in the game about that long. but here's some advice for someone just starting, watch the way people rhyme and how they do it on here or in song lyrics. if you learn how to rap differently or learn from other emcees styles
nobody will be able to stop you. and remember think outside the box. so keep it up! qnd good luck

My style is like a rifle
Spittin' on rivals
And I put that on disciples in the Bible
I'm spiteful
Of crooked hoes, crooked po's, and 5 0s
I blaze studios with nucleur thorough flows
Mouth runnin' like a track meet
No diggity like Black Street
Lyrically we pack heat
Like jackass on back streets
Suckas is sorry like Atari
We're hotter than the safari
Talkin' **** while homies chug fifths of Bacardi
them and me Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley
Hittin' bitches like Iverson
Rhymin' doper than Vidakin
Trunk boomin' like a siracin
We bustin' like shot guns
an u know we gonna get some
Call me Tom Cruise because I bomb through fools like Top Gun
I cover my ceilings with verses to keep things on the raps
And my floors with ajacks just to stay on track
Get it crackin' like pile drivers
The microphone migiver's desire to stay higher than five sky divers
And if 5-O creeps, they gettin' shook like hands
While we slide out to the honeycomb hide out, like champs
We block journals while blazin verbals til' our hands turn purple
You'll get jumped like hurdles by T-Bone n Nocturnal

haha been a while since I posted but like ur ending :p 8 mile

gangsta's in cannada? lol.
ktownhustle , what is your backround? , canadian?

your a decent rapper , sweet rhymin , like to see some more

yeah im a candadian dawg!

8 mile? hahah dude i dont get ma **** from no where but my head homieee....

Comminn at me hard? nigga you nothin but soft!
i got more money in my pocket then the bank does on lock!
Take a long walk off a short dock!
Drown yo ass or i'll beat you with a pool ball in a fuckin sock!
DUDE you fuckin rock!
NOT, you aint eva gunna make it to the top!
So stopp, the lyrics you drop so fake, im real like Pac!
Catch me down on the block shootin shotsss!
Im not a demon , im the devil himself,
All you otha niggas battle'n everone else!
cuz im to hot for this middle earth!
i live underground in HELL an it will never freeze over jerk!
i smoke purp,
i'll leave ya white tee lookin like a RED shirt!
lyrically homicide on this situation!
Got to be a miracle Floride communication!
im a demoliton of mass distruction!
this consumtion tear you down like Construction!
I dun wanna hear about ya'll fake knives an guns!
My flow so hot niggas it can melt the sun!
an leave yo toast up in my oven cookin!
like Vicious C up in the studio an everybody lookin!
i'll take yo life, this is Canada bitch!
I dont need to strike off this Canabus ****!
This whole world juss pisses me off!
i could drop a million disses on this fuckin Spot!
i aint headin no where but a dead end, maybe suicide!
cuz my lifes fucked up maybe cause a homicide!!
im trippen so hard i wanna kill!
an watch all the blood from your wounds spilllll!!!
im out tho i think im gunna snap!
im goin to **** someone up an put a hole in their back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! peace

yooo,, youz a FAKEEEEE... can tell by the spelling with the ( ' ) after words dawg.. that **** was copied an pasted!!!.. bummin **** dawg

if it's copied then why dont u find anything if you put the lyrics in google search? thats lyrics i wrote for a few songs im writin' man don't hate

Yo I dont think he's copying man I think yo lying bc unless u live in Canada I think he makes his own ****

iight man u wanna hear some original ****?
yo man check it
this a song i wrote when i was in a street racin crew

Cam, lifters, lsd, shifters
one fifty one make the car go swifter
Rap in the trunk, slap in the trunk
Fat four-four in my lap for the funk
Talkin' to a beezy on the phone but I can't hear her
Turned down the bump, so I can hear clearer
I hear the sirens gettin nearer
Red and blue lights in my rear view mirror
Pull over, nope nope
With a car full of smoke and trunk full of dope
I hit the gasser, go fasser
All you hear is dual exhaust, flowmaster
On a chase, I take 'em, then I shake 'em
A real Cut-throat nigga ain't no fakin'
I shoot, ain't scared to scoot
And shake them one more time on a hot pursuit

turbo blow off valves be like woosh.
car movin' faster when i push the button for dat juice.
no one can step up not any fools, cuz evryone knows they gonna lose.
got the car wit the glow in the dark shifta, lsd, 5 speed transmission.
got the cops in the rear veiw mirror, an their on a mission.
can't get nearer, jus' like the opposition.
shift into fifth gear and im gone.
people say my **** is the bomb.
i be bumpin' it like king-kong, but i don't know if the subs'll last long.
nigga im close to the edge, an im winnin' that race never no second place im makin' that bread, an bakin' a rep.
nigga don't get too close cuz my pistols erect.

always makin' that bread n takin' **** to the head.
even when im home alone, i always got **** up in my dome.
callin' my homies on the phone to get a piece of that **** they jacked from autozone.
stress factors gettin at me all the time, man its just like i did my first crime.
steadily winnin' all day, nigga you dont really wanna play, this game it'll cause you pain an mental anguish, you just wish i didn't bang this.
take my ride to the shop n get everythang fixed. fill up the NOS, new pistons, got the chrome on my rims, see how they gliston.
body kit, ground fx, kicker subs an a pioneer deck.
nigga i got all the tech, enough to make bill gates sweat.

iight man you callin me fake. Well my homeboy(nocturnal) told me to put that **** up, i aint fake n i showed you by the street racing rap. my homeboy got that verse n put it up man. dis is T-Bone

i will come hard,
i will beat your ass,
get on ya feet fast,
run over you with my car
boom crash,
and in a flash, ya life end'n
this could go forever,
but today its end'n
im sick of hear'n all ya
preschool, rhymes,
none of em make sense,
you jump around to much
but in ya defence,
i can sense you tence,
maybe you just angry
and need ta vent,
so many !!!!! i guess its intense
you think you smart,
but i got off to a slow start,
like fat people, driving go-carts
ima rip you apart,
line by line,
rhyme by rhyme,
im untouchable, when im in my right mind
here we go ima drop some lines,
check it,
my lryics can be complex,
ima stap ya neck, hold'n techs,
add the hex,
but you couldnt 'c' me
of you were the thrid letter of the alphabet
maintain the threat,
you cant beat the best,
rip out ya heart,
and piss in the hole in ya chest,
yea your life is just so stress-full,
calm ya ass down
before you bust a blood vessel
this is how i ride,
nobody cries they eyes
cause you died,
i'll tear you apart
outside, inside,
down the middle,divide,
i'll split you wide,
my knife will guide,
i'll kill you,
forget suicide
this still aint my best,
im not warmed up yet

im money hungry and protection is a must my nug
with a 10 pound pistol and a half inch slug
i got 'em
screamin' n runnin'
and i ain't even bussin'
slip my finger on the trigger n do some real head huntin'
im strippin' the block
scrapin' faces on the pavement
makin' sure everything i got stayin' protected
you be dissrespectin' and affectin' my mood
now you can see my kind of negative attitude
man i could lose my mind
hard times
a life of crime an junctions
to the point of no function
and a self destruction
**** it
cuz all i need is one bullet in my gun
i work for my hustle n protect my buns


now mothafuckas wanna play my game
this life
thats right
you'll lay in the grave
you would be prayin for days
you probly want too much
such discust isn't good enough

so **** your boys
im takin off
if you bring that noise
i will dispose of you all
tryin' ta doubt my toys
i got poise no pose
as i set my stance
not a chance for you sucka ass busta's

not bad man, but it wasn't about you. it was about the 'gangster' from canada. I like ya style tho, I'm not to used to this whole online battle thing. I'm used to face ta face off the top of your head. that probley explains why mine are less complex. cause I write without thinking like in a real battle. i'll get used to it tho. hey I'm always willing ta do face ta face.

well I just found out my girlfriend cheated on me, so I figured I vent alittle bit


well you finilly done it,
pushed me away with your ****,
sit,
let me spill my anger,
shut it,
before i use my fists,
you deserve ta be hit,
you crazy bitch,
what the ****?
stick'n my middle finger up
to a nutty slut,
**** you!!
thats what i wanna say,
but ima do it
in a lyrical way,
this **** ends right now,
today,
you played, me,
thought you'd stay,
but you went astray
away with what you displayed
my heart decays
now im in a daze
girl, what have you done?
was loose'n me,
worth your one night of fun?
should'a run,
before it begun,
you left me in pain,
thats undone,
you say your sorry,
but where'd this come from?
you never showed any signs,
thought you'd be mine,
but in time, you will find,
you've lost your mind,
but why touture me,
for another mans crime?
you cheated, you cant take it back,
you say this and that,
i say this,
"wheres this bitch live? im bring'n the gat"

iight , chek it ,

ayo , nocturanl , scared straight , so you olny come out at night ,
come see me in the daylight , nigga ill set ya right ,
puttin ya in ya fucken place , but ima do it at ma own pace
ill bust a fucken 50cal , up in ya , & ya fucken pal ,
think if ya come out at night itl be all fine ,
but im waiting in the shadows with ma hand on ma nine
finger on the trigger , ready to bust this nigga ,
tech 9 , full clip , just waiting for the right moment , but it aint hesitation
rip ya eye balls out , hold em in ma hand , so u can watch me give ya a , "castration"
two people? still not that great , ill beat the both of you ,
go tell ya boy "t-bone" , but what the **** he gonna do?


t-bone , ill eat u like dinner , with a side 'a pasta
both of ya , just begginers , im the fucken mast'a
custom gold plated berreta , crack both u nigga's like peppa
unload ma tech 9 , on both you fucks
dance on ya graves , with ma allstar blue chucks ,
unbreakable like a diamond, now you bitches know my game
polished likes pealrs , now you bitches know ma name
and yous best remember it , know you's can see
M.Y.S.T.I - K , in the place to be ...

all good
mystik ~ peace

haha Yoo.. props fo dat one Mystic.. murder these foool !!