Neverending Rap Battle

Yo dude Youre wack
Im 14 , im not black
I hold londons best street battle
cz i let my strap dance and my gun shuffle

Aint no1 better than me
Im a real G and i make history
Cant u see u got no life,
Search for a women, a future wife
Coz no man can speak to my squad
fam ill squeeze up a shot
send u risen to God
kill for the game , never kill for the fame
you end up dead what a shame

fam dont test me , coz ill start wiv ur family tree
fam dont try man out coz ill leave u knockout

I know I'm white
but my rhymes are tight,
I bust out when I'm in a rap fight
so just bite... yo' bottom lip so tight
while I bust a rhyme on yo' ass... fo' the night
you ride just like a cowboy on a saddle
rememba' I aint you in 'dis rap battle
while you drownin' in the lake, doin' da' dog paddle
But you aint know my cold wata'
'cause I gave you a taste of man slaughta'
when we get to our own 8th mile
we gon' get in our own rank and file

Dude, aint no **** i'm go hold with you cuz you bringing old 'buck joes' **** from page 1 you biter....By the title 'neverending' this site doesnt mean we should recycle

yh im so fuckety fucked up
when im killing the realist niggas im inprinting the ruff stuff
swallow pennacilin and make sure im feeling lyrically hyped up
ima gorilla in the jungle going ape on this site BRUV
nah i aint no CHAV unless im stealing your nike gloves
im definantly physically phsyed up
to be making my nine bust

Battlin me again, I think you’re delirious
You suck so bad, I can’t even take you serious

You rap worse than Miley Cyrus.
Now you’re gonna lose to a kid that’s Irish.
We’re the whitest country the world’s ever had
Losin to one of us, that’s just sad.

You only talk **** when you’re safe at your computer.
I think now it’s time for T-dogg to get neutered

I use the same rhymes every time, according to you.
You might wanna check your facts, all my lyrics are brand new.
You don’t know what you’re talkin bout, you don’t have a clue.
It’s all out my head, its comin out of the blue.

White face and red cheeks, looks like you got a fever.
And your teeth look like one of your parents was a beaver.

I’ll go forever, and keep rhymes comin all day,
Am I gonna stop soon? Son you better pray.

Cause I’ll ruin your reputation and I’ll mess with you’re head.
I’ll embarrass you so bad that you’ll wish you were dead.

You like to act like you're 50 Cent
But in the gym locker room you're always pitchin tents.

You say I’m gay, but I want you to pause it.
I’m still waitin on you to come out of the closet.

Losin to Reed, then me, and now me again.
You getting your *** kicked is becoming a trend.

I got enough rhymes to go on for years,
But if I don’t stop now, you’re gonna be in tears.

I beat you again, but I don’t think you learned,
When you **** with me, then you’re gonna get burned

for the music
use the force of music
the muse the source of music
art
expression
refreshing giving all these zombies who come upon me with a flesh for digestion
some die for the answer
others die for it , u can die guessing
eyes resting well im day dreaming
eyes open at night like i can't sleep when i got the beep beep boom bah bah
walk in the room to blah
an when i get raw leave ya'll in awe
atamantium grip rip the mic they call um claws
boom boom boom bass in the rebels faith shake the room
god passed me a gift n was like take it to ummm
lightyears of fighting fears to make it to umm

whats good K town

Free it's all good keep hitting um hard

This site done **** up...Im outta here

peace mic holder look u all cant expect instant glorification Ps : ur rapping on the net doesnt make u a good rapper just a good writer !

go hit the street cyhpers an if there isnt any where ur from then start that **** up

Hip Hop Life live it an don't give it up !

what gives me reason to think theres a better to believein ?
sleeping in a bed of eden
sleeping in a web of weed n
getting high getting lifted
had a few troubles im getting by with it
is that music on the dance floor , go on make ur move n vibe with it
its a dose of life in every cyhp help you feel alive with it
look bout 3000 years ago humanity was about to fold
then the soul of music and the body of the life force survive with it
hybrided no electric car its the telepathic charge
******* amazing to see like the mics graphic art
psychopathic smart
the masses thought i was crazy to fill the empty glasses
till there no longer parched
stop letting schools compartmentalize the brain an develop stronger hearts
M
V
P's
we got Moral's Value's n Principles
when the morale get low below indivisible
it takes a handful of individuals
that create a prism of wisdom out the residual
specks of matter
it aint cheques that matter
Love n Respect what matter
not Mathers
Mike dugas' in the booth is truth is Marshall Law
when all else fails set sail an flow with the hydro
when all else sales , an there looking for there cheques in the mail
there hearts, minds , an weapons fail
u'll respect the Knights of the surround sound table sippin the holy grail
behold thee tale
sippin homie ale
trippin rippin homies frail minded n week hearted
you must be retarted to v card it n then wanna restarted
she started to move got babygirl in the groove
oo oo oo ooo
is that music dancing with you
naw bra hahah she's with mmmwwaaahh
kiss ya ass good bye
yes profess is one of the last good guys
never stood by , thinking should I
I did
put some acid in my third eyelid
an saw the raw urge to fight it
got the urge to write it n see a world divided reunited
see ma girl n she help me see the world for what it is
a kingdom filled with whats missin
professor MVP one of the milk box kids that got u to listen

i dnt get it im not yellow not orange not red, say flame on nd ure gunnah be dead, a shank, or a bulet in ure head, Your gunnah be dead, Eyes closed Not breathin heart stoped beetin, your dead permenently sleepin, Aint waking up cos daht was ure this is the story nd this is ure ending.

your barz are plain, all you fake rappers yh your all the same
spitting verses in local malls, whilst i crawl through rain
tryna lift the strain of my hoods rule of pain
am i cleansing for the game or just another **** stain
rhyme a verse, rewind a burst and explain your name
send a subliminal message there mind cant contain
to be continued........

When I compose this verse, it sounds just like Beethoven’s 1st
No, not the doggie " I mean Ludwig the composer, jerk!
Feel the pain (*smack*) Did I hit you? Yeah, bitch, it’s supposed to hurt
I’ll keep giving you verbal **** until my vocals burst
This is exactly the sort of rhyme to spit if you know the words
Flow dispersed, like a baby spit (*hoch-spit*) Throw the germs
Who can spit this flow the worst? Your flow is of no concern
Millionaire, entrepreneur, businessman, got dough to burn
Not that I’m a rich man, of course - that’s ridiculous and so absurd
Got gats that’ll spit ‘til ya shoulder burn
Imagine that **** hittin’ toes ‘til they turn
I’m a rapper that spits out the bad ****
Killin’ all the faggots and bitches like a holster does
Mad Hatter spits ‘til he goes berserk
(*impersonating Yoga*) Mad to be pinchin’ my flow, these jerks
Eminem did it, now I’m doin’ it, carry the torch through the catacombs
Passin’ it on ‘til the flame goes off, when the chain comes off, watch ‘em crack at you
Clap clap, ooh! Right back at you like Mobb Deep spit back in ‘92
Or ’95, bitch, I’m +Infamous+
None of y’all bitches can get with this
Wip dubba-dee ribi-dibi dip-da-dis
Chika chika chika, chicks gon’ lick at dis
Singin' it loud like a Christian hymn
So heavenly that God's gonna sing with him

gonna retire my Rhyme Diary in The Hip Hop Library

this is the fist that punched out that orafice
not the type of rapper get remembered by chorus's
the hype rapper dismember you with a bearded chuck norris
run go ahead n run
I don't a **** forest

don't get me started on these garbage pop artists that become hot targets
for picture crop markets

the politician myself well call um christians religous posistions stand behind the man with ropes dangled around his throat connect to there hand

now ya starein into the air in outerspace not caring theres a tair n the vatican owns the second largest telescope get a sight of hope in idaho hope you really like the dope the put in ya soap

telling you ur dirty so u need to get clean
peace in out b4 the mofuckers get me

Aiyyo, I’m just rhymin’ with Prof
I got time on my watch
Talk about my bling " oh, sorry, is my bling not shiny enough?
Here, let me shine it in your face, or perhaps shove it right up your butt!
Suck my dick ‘cause your mouth looks wider enough
‘Til you can get it through your teeth " that’ll whiten your gums
The words come straight off the head when I’m writin’ the stuff
I’m not a Bad Boy, but I’m much nicer than Puff
Talkin’ about “I’m a Bad Boy!” " somebody should lighten him up
Tell him to stop takin’ credit for every rhyme he abducts
which was probably the reason he got fired from Up
Now he’s taken pop singers and fathered them up
to be chart-toppers, star-crossers ignitin’ the chart
Danity Kane, Dream, Cassie and Yung Joc
The last’ll never be more southern than Young Buck
Buck is more country, Joc is just a faggot
In fact, Free is gonna try and rhyme in his language:
AY, what’s goin’ on to-DAY?
The WAY these rappers are rappin’ is just GAY
Rhymin’ ‘bout crack ‘cause they ain’t got crap else to SAY
I reckon all these faggoty rappers should go a-WAY
I’m in the Impala, same colour as PINOCCHIO
Rims look like POKADOS, seats look like BOKADOS
My rear view mirrors, they look like OBADOKES
Top look like OPHALOPES, my butt like HOLA HOPES
I’ma keep rappin’ ‘til my brain goes to OVERLOAD
I think I wanna fart but I feel OVERBLOATED, THOUGH
I’m like Macaulay Culkin, the kid who’s always HOME ALONE
Drinkin’ all that COLA COKE, ain’t got no HOE TO BONE
Prof, it’s all yours, take the mic and GO SOLO

ima intercept it, reck it and even correct it
my flow is so sweet on the mic its a killa for diabetics
roll the credits, your careers has been lyrically ended
by a teen repremended before his pubes were detected
i hope you see my real talent with no time to inspect it
i need to direct it, all these good signs are connected
i wont project in the game until my rhymes are perfected
you need to see the backround that im from, and respect it
this country needs disecting from the crime thats erecting
pass the goverment a map i think they need some directing
even thou i will struggle the drug game disconnecting
its the life that i need its a life with protection
its a life where i rap and i need no aggression
this is my only shot to make my mum proud of her egg n'
we are taking rap to war and i can be the main weapon
this is a methaphor for rap for every minute and second



i hope you can see through your eyes that i could use a break
im the kinda guy struggling to get through everyday
dealing with the white powder just to put food on my plate
i just need to fix my life with some glue and some tape
only joking, my life turned blue at that stage
i need to be locked in a cage, my life is brewing with rage
until someone spots me and concludes my final page
but for now ,my lifes just a sho-in for waste
its backwards, i try to put my sho-in my lace
i wanna look back and say i flew to the states
made my first million as i grew in the rap-race
grow a fat face, easily recognisable in that fat place
knows as the cat who spats lyrics like a mace
i wanna be known as that lyrical legend
the guy who sprayed a verse in only 7 seconds
only 15 years old tell me what do you reckon'?
im taking rap to war and i can be the main weapon
this is a methaphor for rap for every minute and second


i think this is probably my best rap ive posted on this site,
PROFFESOR and FREEAGENT i get the feeling you are the most experienced and probably best rappers on this site but i actually think im just behind you and considering im 15 i am still learning and have only been rapping properly for about a year.
do u think i have any potenial?

Haha i'm back at it again....Ayt check this quick

i'm the penetratin force herdin you like obstacles
better cease to flow i'm gonna proceed unstoppable
i'm the cancer in ya body never cease to grow
feel the acidity of my flow burnin straight into ya soul
you got boils on ya skin, i spit fire like acid rain
ya bad luck must suck like gettin cut up to co-caine
mic-holder at the pinnacle of this rap game insane
like burnin cynical using crack lights with big flames
give a damn if i'm mean i'm a super natural bein
comes with the territory slaughterin cynical ass feens
you **** bitches till ya dick turns green
still sobbin the cradle fuckin around with pre adolecent teens
i'm steady ready like machines prepared like fine cuizine
verbally kill to lay you out in a hurst style limousine
check ya jeans no change just a rock thats the topic
and theres a rocket in my pants while theres nothin in ya pocket
let of give you a lyrical picture like locket
head smashed like cigarette buds ashed into eye sockets
never the less i'm blessed like space ships i rock it (choof!)


my returns, i was out busy doin track for my friends mixtape...I thought it'd take time but it didnt so now i'm back at it again....Thanks to proff,agent and charlie for keepin this going....But now its time for us guys to murk each other, this is a rapbattle site... Peace for now i'll be back in a spin

Like joey said yeah im white
But unlike him I say my rhymes flyer than a kite
People that doubt me, don’t know ****
Im comin at em like a bullet
They gone get hit
I don’t slack with my beats, they always pro
Workin all day to make them, but they getting me dat dough
Yeah, on my grind all day, its getting old
So many rappers, they getting faker and faker, they sold
Everyday people tryin to **** wit me, tryin 2 talk all tough
But when its for real, they go cry, when things get rough
I don’t got money, man I aint makin it rain
You don’t know what the **** I go through, its straight up pain
No I aint gona stop, im able to get through it, im able to cope
People just get mad that my rhymes so dope
I don’t know how to lose, its not in my vocab
When I grow up ima be a stunta, not end up like mr. rab
Im a straight up killa , outta the house of horror
Nah im not lil wayne but I rap like mr. carter
Yeah world filled with rappers and im at da top
my rap games getting betta, it never gona stop
I keep getting higher, all u do is drop!
Ima keep rappin till the day, its physically impossible
Till im unmoveable
Unadaptable
Unacceptable
Im puffin up the inhaleable
My raps they quoteable
Amuseable
To rap like me its unattemptable
When you fight me getting hurts unavoidable
Yeah, my flows off the charts, my raps off the chain
Im a cool kid, but I wouldn’t say im entirely sane

"mc frica" whats good homie, hope you're not under prepared
cause war's a deadly thing, already seems ya mother is scared
i treat ya life like a summons, its just something to tear
my main function is destruction, got you wantin repairs
i hit you like coke rush, the cold touch of dispair
stars surroundin like a drownin' youngin' strugglin' for air
you've just entered the killin fields, its real and nothin is fair
you're better of gettin drunk and sucker punchin a bear
but if you really down to face me, mercy's somethin i dont share
im only here to light you up like the function of road flares
i'm somethin thats so rare, the perfect murder that set you up
like a voluntary fireman service, its my purpose to wet you up
you're soft as a sheet with static guard, i'm hard as the street
and i devour mc's daily, guess you're what you eat
that makes me a rapper and you a dick, is that somethin you fluent in?
cross me once and guaranteed its somethin that you wont do again

Let’s get this six pack open, get this bitch cracked open
Got a thick ass, shorty, let me hit that, whoadie
Gonna spit on a sick track, let the crack go
Fit to hit another lap until my ribs crack open
And I’m losin’ breath, bendin’ down, ignite out some bad gas
Yeah, smell the funk comin’ right out my ass crack
All these emcees talkin’ ****, just mind how you backchat
Unless you wanna get some in your mouth from a handslap (*smack*)
And that’s my back hand, bitch, it ain’t the front of it
This is how I flow daily, you ain’t makin’ fun of it
Hardy ha, hardy hee, it’s a joke! Funny, bitch!
Laugh at me, get your necklace stole, and your tonguey ring
Now you actin’ silly, kid, you just got your lippy clipped
You little shits, that’ll teach you punks to act an idiot
If I ever catch you faggots on some rascal **** again
I’ll be forced to tat the ratchet on you bastards, rip your skin
and make it fall off you, I’ll be laughin’ so ridiculous
While you’ll be runnin’ frantic like some cats that got their kitty bit (*hiss*)
Messin’ with the best, watch these fags come to a sticky end
Listen to this Bible from a rapper who’s a Christian
What makes these MC’s think this rapper will be givin’ in?
No way! No José! Blabba blabba, silly ****!
Sick of MC’s spillin’ ****, now I’m mad as Pee-sius (Perseus)
About to throw a fuckin’ stick and stab you in the regions
This is FreeAgent, Clash of the Titans
Everything I spit is frightenin’, the raps that I’m writin’
is enough to make homies shook like castanets
bitin’ their lips, quakin’ in their boots, while they’re crappin’ their Nikes
or Adidas, Puma’s, Umbro’s, Kappa’s or Hi-Tec’s
These rappers don’t read it ‘cause these rappers don’t like it
Well, I reckon they can hitch-hike or hide inside a tent
Get run over, jump off a cliff or ride a hypey’s dick
Me and Prof’ll set it off like firelights and ****
Watch ‘em shower up the sky, see ‘em light up ‘til they dim
Now it’s time to go and kick MC FRICKA in the balls
Along with anybody else we deem a terror to our song
Who claim to be hot until they all go home
and take a look in the mirror, watch their jaw drop until it hits the floor
Like Scooby in a Hanna-Barbera episode
When he and Shaggy’s shakin’ while they’re starin’ at the ghost
Muthafucka, this is as scary as Freddy killin’ Jaws
And as cold as Batman throwin’ the Penguin in the stove (*wak wak wak*)