Neverending Rap Battle

Thinkin’ of a master plan
To figure MC’s like I know the back of my hand
To spit a new flow so fantastic and grand
It makes these MC’s crumble like a blackberry flan
I mastered this rap to bop heads to this, man
When the bastards are lickin’ ass and jumpin’ like mad
I’m the baddest rapper alive to scratch a good jam
Ugh! Goddamn it, I think I’ve damaged my hand
I’ve been rapping on this forum for way too long
Even theprofessor is impressed, like, “Great! Good song!”
Thank you, prof - I appreciate the praises, dog
I think my perseverent efforts are payin’ off
And I don’t even know if perserverent’s a word
But I’ma keep rappin’ until I’ve grown a beard, ya heard?
Or I’ve become an old man and I can’t feel my arms
Or until my pubic hair becomes a tree on my balls
This is a rap homage to a God that still lives
The master of rap since ’87, props to Rakim
Rakim Allah, Allah Rakim, the father of skill
Allahu Akbar, b-ismi-llāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīm
I ain’t Muslim, but I dropped Islamic for them
I’m a Christian, I believe in Christ and his men
And by “men”, I mean his disciples, all except him
And by “him”, I mean Judas, who died for his sin
And by “sin”, I mean betraying Christ by giving him a kiss
There ain’t nobody on this planet that could get ill with this
All you bitches don’t like it, you can lick on the dick
......Yeah, lick your icky spit from my dick

2001 was the year the Towers collapsed
The hit was orchestrated by a powerful man
And I don’t mean President Bush, I mean Osama Bin Laden
Who lives some 3000 miles in the land of Afghanistan
A wanted terrorist who’s about as bad as bad can get
The soldiers tried to hack him, but the plan shot back at them
A bad man, who’s a tough bastard to crack at, kid
And still loose in the sands like an Afghan elephant
Saddam in Iraq is no better
He turned on his own people, and hid the weapons of mass destruction
It’s distracting us, finding out where the bastard could have hidden them
That’s why we sent trackers out there to capture them
But they came back in coffins, now their families are mourning them
Their lives have been destroyed by just a shell stuck in their groins, it hurts
To see our British and American troops shattered
By terrible loose cannons in Baghdad, it’s too saddening
The pain is horrible, the way they go out in warzones
Nothing but tortured bones, scorched noses
It just daunts you every time you watch it on television
They’re tryin’ to put hell in them
Blowin’ everyone up thus scarin’ them
Why can’t they just come back? They march with their guns strapped
They harden their hearts ready to war with the slum bandits
And get blown in the process
Now Osama hatches another plot and it’s World War II all over again

2001
lets be accurate osama's may have been the team that jacked the ships
but it was the shadow government that backed the ****
attacked an ripped , the belief of the ppl , confusing ppl talking smack n ****
but those buildings were rigged with explosives , an they had detonators
goverment officials
holding onto weapons like pistols
course there's no security cams police saying well check them later
chequeing them waiters , wait here an will give u 10 %
of what were breaking off to the president
the evidence is common sense
noone can find the gold reserve ,
which the two towers use to hold in the earth
before al queda it was all the liars all the higher ups that rolled in first
fighting an economic war against poverty for that golden purse
fighting an bomb **** like cronic a war to get you to go to work
atlas the ppl n make ya shoulders work
across the globe
we didn't loose death , he still has his sickle just lost his black robe
watching the intteligence agency recruit some salute
a secret agent that acts rogue
i took the backroad to knowledge without a suit
with mind opening shots im about to shoot
locked n loaded with the truth open my mouth to shoot
no what about you ?

yo Free thanks for keeping live sometimes feels like we the only ones !

TNah you aint alone, just that i aint american don't know where to start when it comes to politics...You know the Obama,Osama thing

You don’t phase me with that ****, because that is darn confusing
Twisted and contorted like a pack of Ramen noodles
Speaking of noodles, what the hell’s with all the tildes?
You spit a lot of ******* punchlines, and they’re still gay
What’s your name? “MC TrikstR”?
So what do you do, street magic or do you con people for a living?
Well, let’s see if you can get with this, bitch
Wicka-wacka-wickee-wa-wa-wicki-wit-wich
Wicka wicka, wacka wacka, lick a dick, nig
You can’t get with it, you might as well slit your wrists, kid
Listen, you little bitch, who the **** you think you dissin’?
I’m spittin’ this wickedly just to get this kiddie grinnin’
Your bitch lick on my dick just to get it spinnin’
My fingers grip on those tits just to get them jigglin’
I should chuck you in the dustbin, dick!
You’ve released more pop rhymes than Justin did!
Everybody’s like, “This dude’s just been dissed!”
Do a drive-by, then they like, “He’s just been hit!”
My **** leaves you starin’ like a pumpkin bitch
Look like MC TrikstR ..... has just been dicked

yh me to, im 15 and english so i have no clue when it comes to these political consperices, especially american although i do understand the theory how the american goverment set up 9/11

death is a common thing in this world full of stress
coress your mind abilities and hope the best will be best
mind capabilities will overshadow your physical weakness
leap the stumbling blocks and remain on top none of the less
unless you do what i do and leave the place in a mess
you best confess your responsibilities that you failed to address
progress your life lyrically and hope that you will be blessed
by a saviour from a dark place who will grab you by the chest
assess your life possibilities and kill away the excess
distress that is causing you to break down in this subliminal test
of capability on this path that you have chose to witness

Naw u guys both just misinterpret

i wasnt talking about the topic matter

i was talking about consistently dropping a bunch of rhymes everyday

so we got it clear

n age don't mean **** , when i was ur age i was beating guys my age an ive always had that hunger thats why i got better an more refined with age
but ive always tried to spit stuff that gives ppl that open eyed "did he just "
kinda look

Peace Yo

yo Free

cause noone else seems to battle anymore n I know thats what your doin with all the call outs

just Battle me Im always up for it
no up n forfeit for me

u cant rap for **** , ur like a spit on the floor .. head for the door fool or il hit u with ma dick , yeah man u **** , u just got told by the oldest respected man in da hood , respected cos of ma drive by skillz mahh homdog got da wheels ...gunna bust you up fool your gunna need to renew ur visa im gunna squeeze ya right till u pop , pop dont stop going till you drop ... drop dead on the floor bet u got head from a horse , ive got a 9 in ma pocket thats right 44 if u want to get technical mag up threatning yall , im the 15 year old prodigy busted you ass up, didnt i ? see you next time ma favorite dick head u aint got nothing on me i got tricks out ma ears , for all u quiers old enough to drink beers, u aint compared to me im like notorious b.i.g ,smoked your ass

J Dilla died, Proof passed away
Michael Jackson kicked the bucket and Brittany Murphy had her days
Patrick Swayze is a “Ghost” for real, Heath Ledger overdosed
Guru woke up and fell asleep in that comatose
Princess Di went along with Dodi Al Fayed
Biggie and ‘Pac were legends of rap, we couldn’t deny it
Big Pun had the sickest raps, Left Eye had the thickest ass
Aaliyah died on that plane, we know what we felt from that
Scott LaRock, Jam Master Jay and Freaky Ty
There was more to their kind of hip-hop than met the eye
Not to forget Big L, New York knew he spit well
A lot of these good rappers either dead or in jail
Shyne’s still alive, C-Murder still in prison
Pimp C found dead in his room, Bun B still miss him
Eazy-E might have had AIDS, but he was Prince of Compton
No rapper from L.A. from any end could stop him
Him, Dre and Cube formed N.W.A.
Even though he’s dead, the hood still know him today
Big H.A.W.K. had that swang, Fat Pat had it too
That’s the reason why Houston, Texas still bang and screw
Soulja Slim had that rawness, there was +No Limit+
He’s the reason why New Orleans still strive to get it
And there’s the hyphy man, his music still lives in me
Mac Dre, the one and only who still thizz-es in peace
Sean Bell got shot, Pope John Paul II died in peace
He was known to the world as a godly priest
King of the Vatican, now Pope Benedict XVI is in place
Making sure the holy capital remembers his face
R.I.P. to everyone else I might have missed ..... I’ll see you guys when it’s my turn to die

had to take a break , so i stole a kit kat
only the soul of a homie rapper get that
prof aka frag grenade get back
ima bout to explode , im leaving gods hand
rhyme believing Gods Man
so when we God Damn
we forsake ourselves
or take our selves
through all the hard breaks the heart breaks the dark makes a place for light
well all these feens chase the light
in case i fight
n my soul gets erased tonight
ima pray for my soul to rest n bless yours with death \
debts stack up , knocked down feel like you can't get back
up on your own
up on your throne
u fucks better honour the microphone
i have a beast inside thats only at peace when i ride
gunning for that piece when you ride
eyes open wide at the beedy eyed beast
believe me i feast , i cheech high cheech
my speach when i reach platue i battle
far as gats go , leave ya caps blown , believe i rap stoned
believe i broke outta the catacomb
looked at the stix an stones they use to throw at my bones
looking at the bruised n bloodied mirror thinking thats a home
thats a known felon selling thought in times of prohibition
im looking for universal pools of thought to throw some fish in
I know some listen , some need to stop there bitching
but im leading these secret agents an they wont stop there mission
shh helicopters listen
shhhit give a hell if coppers listen they'll hear me say
uh hum , clearly
im known as a microphone pyhco home to the hype flow zone
and if i see a microphone again i might just go home to my pen
spits some zen , eeh gotta do something
be true if you live by one thing
it's should be live for something
i aint dieing to gettin in the industry so they can adjust me
yo was that mike dugas must be , BabyGirl u can trust me
u adrenaline rush me , cool as a slushie
gotta keep my calm , drop bombs like iran (i ron ) pronounced properly
renounce my property for one ounce of proper tree
n to live life copper free gold connections on the mic's im steppin
i use insight like my weapon
an centrafuse light against darkness's reflection
looking back it was the ghost a fact
with an infinite amount of knowledge u can't get close to that
when it comes to ppl in general most u whack
whack off
whack each other
or make whack music to compete each other
well conceit id like you to meet ur brothers
ignorance ,shallowness , wrecklessness
an now im living with my family
chance n fate
gamble me
an it"ll be to late
to wake the sandman
so ya'll better
keep dreaming !

=D hahah yea , yea i did

Ayt now here's a 16 stackin up check: yeah so i'm constantly writtin this lightning it's frightening/striking fear that might bring a hammer hard as a viking/and i know you liking the fighting and the biting/cause you've been dickriding this whole time and don't deny me/liquor swivels gives me the shivers like the mystic river/i aint a child molester but i'll eat you kids cystic liver/ballistic linguistics coming out cryptic when you witness/'hit this' as i pass a joint to make you a stoner statistic/you can stay optimistic but it would be in vain,narcistic/call me the pessimistic but look you already shittin bricks dick/so sit this one out before you get caught licking **** kid/i was the bully in high school and you the fool hit an misses/you hit on bitches but bitches become my ms.Dickbinge/you're mr.Dickless a bitch can tell all your lines are scripted/the only thing that you haven't admitted is the shits ghostwritten/and i'm smitted to the business of leavin souls slippin (yeah)

opened my heart
BabyGirl

help me see through better eyes
feel like im not just one the other guys
I love ur eyes
spoke of getting married above the skies
given me the strength to be more driven
give me reason for liven
call ya hip hop babygirl u put what im breathein in the rhythm
maybe Baby i was naive , I believed that we are meant for eachother
but i know how hard it is to keep it a secret
she my undercover lover I Love her ,
not just filling a rubber
im being real n I Love Her
im a human being so you'll be seeing tears when im thinking of her
I Think i love her
Like Ink my Brother
I hope she realize how much , i miss her kiss, her touch ,
hurts huh
Babygirl if i can't find the right words ta
remember lifes vibration ,vibrations sound I heard ya
Im a hardworker , ima exercise , work , n music
the way you told me to do it
guess the hearts like the mind ya gotta loose it to use it
crazy about you
I Love You

Babygirl
Baby Baby

Shawty it's like you the one who runs my mind/there's nothing to be defined it's like an angel just shined/time after time i keep rolling my eyes/like my brain just frozed, now my heart is alive/always leavin me breathless, standin stunned with stare/only thing left 4 of to care, i wont break your heart i swear/as i stand in my position, i hope you make a decision/that we should be together,that i'm the one in your vision/you left a mark that is engraved, so bad it left me dazed/words about to slip,see your lips moving leavin me in amazed/my heart left cold as my words try to unfold/heart pound throughout my soul, i know my love need to be told/arms are shakin, legs are breakin, holdin back my release/confidence startin to increase, them finally my body went to peace/....you can continue man

I come with power to defeat, you gon need a MIC 2 STOP IT I’ll probably stomp on you unintentionally cuz you MI CRO SCOPIC Your Rhymes a Joke lemme guess, you couldn’t find the scope I’ll have you left just like your rhymes, cause your Rhymes is Broke Imma Design your face just like a Kaleidoscope If you anger me, my daggers gonna COLLIDE with ya THROAT You act famous, maybe on your corner where you BUY~the~DOPE But round here? I couldn’t find you with a MICROSCOPE Sorry Kid, I really wish I could say I~SEE~YOU But only time I do is when you in the I.C.U(Intensive Care Unit) When It comes 2 Rhymin I don’t care Christain, Catholic, Or Anglican I’ll have u stunned so bad you’ll stand just like a MANICAN I’m so hott, yet so cold, im like Jesus was(Powerful) Only time u coulnd’t feel me’s under ANESTHESIA When I talk I won’t take it back, cause what I say, I meant it You better believe Im from I.B that makes me SO AUTHENTIC (I.B a.k.a IllBattle) SO baiscally I don understand why u wanna b facing me Im worth about 10 times more then your ACV So tell me is it really me that your tryna battle? 10 cents your ACV, which is your ACTUAL CASH VALUe (Check the Dictionary) I come in “storming”, “Whore, this” is Me, Im like a GLOBAL WARMING SO Beware ,Cation, cause this IS your ONLY~WARNING


aint nun yaw real rappers i read sum of yaw lyrics in yaw ass

See you later cause i've just eaten lol

Check your rhymes aint moving, must lil bro said you anoyin/so i'll bury you face down so you can see where you going/you wouldn't even get a job as a firing squad target/your mouth is getting too big for your muzzle/you were the one of the first to get a brain, before they were perfect/small bars for you but still shockin to kill like electric circuit/ you a BORE MAN

working for everything i ever believed in
Hi welcome to earth
an angel or a demon
came out quiet n calm or kickin n screaming
daydreaming cause the insomniac on a track stay up all night




remember whenever where ever u know we can be there together
theres no forever
no there isnt
maybe im just a guy with some vision
rhyme the whats missing not what isnt
the dope behind the placebo
throw some hope in the minds a people
reminding people
Baby girl love get ya higher then flying eagles
not much in to talking ****
moonwalking it Babygirl danceing on the rocket ship
romanceing romance cant sing '
so he rap's n she love it if you can believe that
flying through the heavens on some angel dust you breathe that
a breath of cloud 9 head on my chest yes my mouth rhyme
but my heart love we seem to both shine in the dark love
eventually theres a meant ta be essentially start the essentials
the heart n the mental
she got the kind of mind that set fire to my mind an spark instrumental
dynamite
the way she kissing me epiphany
an if its in me
then baby forever turn to infiniti
3 years if ur still in ta me
then you'll be fufillin me the honour
I do
I do this for you
just gotta ask ur self Babygirl is Mike Dugas for you !
you ignite my insight the truth is your true
ur the most real girl i know n u like me for michael
not the phyco with the hype flow cocky spittin confident type o's
every smile n mmhmm an pose I like those
i suppose i chose a girl who knows how to rock tight clothes
mmmhmm ya boy knows all about the mix matched socks on ya toes


Babygirl make a boy have to work for it cause she knows shes worth it

Babygirl you know me i love you no pressure
just ya monkey boy professor
i make a great ape baby you make a great mate
remember in the library playing chess n
our study lessom teleportation check mate
3 years we will check the date
you won
your right
more then you admit
baby for your love im n addict
of the best kinda habit
some girls kinda have it , I know you've got it
she tell me stop it
when i remind her when everytime she walks it
like she's caught in everyones optics
I Love you n that won't stop its like my Babygirls name is Hip Hop