Neverending Rap Battle

My brain's a train wreck, i need my life on track
the game's set, locked down like a bike on the rack
i'm insane with plain rhymes, what i'm writtin is crack
my addiction came next, like a knife in the back
i'm at war with flows, a field of mine's what i spit
my words and lines explode with rhymes into bits
i seek the tree of life, so i can show you the truth
GOD needs me to write, and he's chosen a few
knowin is the proof, that your souls not confused
so do away with the fakes and expose all the roots
i'm like a loose cannon, but can't afford a target either
no food in my freezer, one quarter short of a parkin meter
my mind is twisted, even though i find i'm gifted
its true there's a foundation of youth, but try to spit it
the good life is now, a soldier not high and lifted
but i just need a moment to persuade you guys to listen

yh im on that ****...i dont produce but because you have a studio you could send beats to me and mic holder and we drop some verses on them, when they have been edited and **** , post them on youtube!

i construct a rhyme with my metephorical mind
territorial kinds grind my rhymes down like weed and lyrics combined
read my hydroglyphics and remind yourself of the good times commiting crime
sniffing lines of cinnamon hinds till we wer to high to tell the time
heads to light to unwind, when the paranoia kicks in to scared to look behind
now we just decline a shared good time , weed drink and chicks assigned
because of what happened last time, my best friend lowered in a box designed
to keep him out of reach from mankind....
thats not the way we should share are time
ill spray till the day that my mind turns blind
and my eyes are to sore to reveal my signs
of a fading man to ill and poor to resign ........

alright first things first mic holder charlieforce Emails ??? an if you have facebook add Mike Dugas

I'm from South africa so don't be surprised, my emails goes like, [email protected]

Wrapped in silent suffering,
stroked with seizing terror,
and caressed with beautiful lies...
A coldness sets in upon me
Like slivers of broken glass
embedding in my eyes.

This is beyond pain.
This is beyond fear...
and you are not allowed
to visit me here.
I beg for peace of mind
as my soul fades
into this never-ending allure.

Sinister whispers in the night
rob me of my will to fight...
to surrender to something other than you.
You're just one of the demons
and there are more than a few.

This is a terrible beauty.
This is an eternal penance of soul.
This is the place where I land
when I lose all control...
over and over and over and over again.

Didn't kno headless chickens could rap, hold on
Perhaps I should introduce myself,
coz I'm the cock,
time to tell it straight,
you got as much skill at rapping as a faggot who's come out of the closet,
and thats the closest you'll get to rappin,
any other day of the week you'll be gettin your regualar slapping,

Don't forget me ..... Illustraight
Register me down as well so I can rap and return these demons down to Hell

This is a song that I wrote about a week ago; it's called Old Man's Cellar.
Check it out

[Hook]
My life’s always lame, it ain’t no goddamn better
It’s always been the same, ain’t no goddamn different
Why does everyone have to be so damn bitter?
They’re always runnin’ game on me all damn semester
They show me disrespect, they never call James ‘Mister’
Cold as ice they remain all damn winter
Paint me brown, watch the crap go down the shitter
Journey with me down to the old man’s cellar

[Verse 1]
Never prejudiced but they always call me a pleb or a dick
Poor old me, always puttin’ up with their petulant ****
This is as bad as it gets, the **** is split down the middle
Until I’m half the man I am, ‘cause they cut out the middleman
I got my foot put right in it, now I’m stuck in the **** again
Deep in the mud and it’s stickin’ onto my studs which is sickenin’
The trouble’s to get it out of the sludge ‘cause it’s in the ditch
It’s a slight problem when it comes to gettin’ off of this bitch
So I’m sufferin’ a similar principle and it’s different
My cuffs are full of icky and it’s caused a bad image
It seems that every single day I’m bein’ conned by these tricksters
Until my ass is on the floor, buttfucked by these bitches
Damn – people wanna stick me for my riches
Plus I’m camera-conscious, I look shitty in the pictures
I guess it’s destiny that has been written in the scriptures
Stick up the fuckin’ dentist ‘til he gives me back my dentures

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I’m a braggy old man with a beard and a tacky moustache
Wearin’ saggy old pants and got a valid bus pass
That lasts as long as my bushy beard droppin’ down to my pubic hair
And don’t you dare try to be lookin’ here, it’s spooky there
You probably think that I belong in the loony bin
‘Cause I think like a nerd and flap my schlong like a lunatic
I’m a stupid dick because I end up doin’ stupid ****
That makes you mad – well, I think you’re just an abusive bitch
Logic wasn’t my cup of tea, how can you brothers **** with me
Just because I can’t think logically?
It’s obvious that you’re just not me
Try to make friends with a bum like me
You’ll probably end up gettin’ infected or even have a learnin’ problem, G
So what now, O.G.? You gonna pull a fuckin’ gun on me?
************, bust your heat, make the bullets puncture me
Make one of them touch my feet, until the old man’s stumblin’
Mumble, grumblin’ numbingly, lay him down and stomp his teeth
You got no respect, dog, I feel sorry for you
But you wouldn’t even be sorry if I departed from you
I bet you probably hope I die from a function problem or two
At least I’ll be well rid of you – so cobblers to you!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
The old man’s cellar is a place where I can sit and dwell
About the things that I endured over time, as it ticked to twelve
I used to be a silly kid as well
Goin’ up to fourteen, by the time I reached teen age, I was a different self
I was raised to be aware of my self-endeavours
I was crazed like a bear with a heavy temper
Couldn’t stand my brother treatin’ me like a little child
But I had to put up with the patronism for a little while
I sat back, hopin’ that he knew what he was doin’
I just knew that there would come a time when this dude would cease abusin’
And be aware of his own errors, and it’s confusin’ seethin’ through it
When he holds onto the notion that what he’s doin’ seeks to provin’
That what he’s doin’ is right, but I couldn’t tell the difference
When a man reaches old age, he loses all of his senses
Then body tension develops as he starts to harbour resentment
The bullshit they pull onwards is senseless
That’s how a man loses his sanity, and starts sufferin’ dementia
The severity of that disorder goes way beyond all the measure
Even God couldn’t make if He used His thumb just to measure it
So please spare the old guy, he just died from dysfunctional pressure

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
I got my pipe and I’m smokin’ while I sit writin’ these notes
Wearin’ my corduroy slippers takin’ a light of this dope
Sit by the fire and reminisce of the times that I’ve coped
With the pain and the stress buried inside of this coat
This coat of skin that I sport; part of me likes to just gloat
It’s writin’ somethin’ in my brain, this is the shite he just wrote:
"You’ll never get rid of me, you’ll never fight me alone
I’m your bad autism that’ll bite you right in the throat!
You confused ************ – you despise me, I know
I’m gonna keep makin’ you trip until you cry and you choke
And you go runnin’ to your Mummy and you complain of a wound
I know you don’t understand it, so I’ll explain it to you
You’re a fraidy little kitty, and you’re so not dear
Everyone knows you’re a retard...." Whoa! Stop there!
I know you didn’t just call me that – do NOT go there!
I’m not a retard, and I’m better than you, so THERE!
Don’t think I’m just gonna let that one slide, you know
I’m gonna improve myself more - I’m gonna find you, bro
And I’m not gonna stop goin’ ‘til I strike that goal
I'ma keep walkin', and see how many miles I go

Ok....Ready, set and go with the flow
i'm dope on notes when i'm smokin da dro or po'in a fo (south african swag)
i'm surrounded by clouds so nobody knows
but i just got lost and don't know where to go

but can't anyone see me, so its all good
windows tinted in the slab, enterior is all wood
if yall ain't hatin on this, then yall should
got a glock, don't have to keep my car locked good

in my trunk, my speakers keepin boomin and boomin
i'm jammin madagascar music, i like to move it, move it
i'm just bein foolish, F bein the coolest
grabbed da soundtrack, now i'm about to screw it

it'll sound so throwed rollin through the parkin lot
soundin so sweet, even the police will stop and bop
watch da chops, they lookin so clean
i won't even start a car if it aint sportin no bling

boys might try and jack my ride while they under the influence
try jackin my slab, and ima be bustin my insurance
if he run, he better have endurance, cuz ima chase after you
your ass is doomed cause i got mad at you with this killer attitude

and i know yall thinkin "this is different, so mysterious"
"mic-holder bein serious, i can't believe i'm hearin this"
damn right, thats why i keep the pistol gripped
he will be frozen over before someone steals my whip

and if you don't like me, the feeling is mutual
he come and try me, i'm endin his future
like i need his approval, hell, i'm self employed
gettin it everyday, get out da way, don't test me boy

I didn't think I'd say this, but I always doubted this much
We all have a voice, but we don't shout it enough
Seems like the system has been chowing us rough
Ask David Cameron how long Britain is gonna be down in the dumps
The rest of Europe's sadly powdered him up
The pack of cards has already been dealt, so he can't come up trumps
Money and power has covered him up the butt and it wreaks
But he can't even go out and take a dump on the street
Without anyone looking and it's disgusting to me
It boils our blood, yet we still gotta **** with this heat
So many poor people starving, the ground's crumbling beneath
They got boils - I think the Sun just took a dump on their feet
Ask the M.P., "Why can't you just give them some money?"
He comes up with the same answer, "Nope, that's rubbish to me!"
So now all of us are working jobs with cut salaries
How long will we hold on for? The guy's cut our money
And put it in the Treasury where the public won't see
Are we destined to suffer? What is this monstrosity?
Money hungry with their fucked up monopoly hell
Without passing "GO!", we've just been hauled into jail

Is he the one with the blue bandana and shirt?

I'm a ******* nerd - if ever there was such a word
It's the result of too much talk, nonsense stuff is what you've heard
I'm a retard, a freak, discombobulated pupil
All over the place because I just ate some noodles
I keep quiet, but talk to you with a modest approach
Openin' my mouth about something wrong is impossible, though
There's always a topic for me to pick which is knowledgeable
But you always pick an excuse just to call me a joke
This autism, bro - it's not to make the mick of at all
That's like an inebriated drunk takin' a piss on the wall
'Cause he thinks the wall can talk but it doesn't talk
The walls have ears, the hills have eyes but this syca has thorns
'Cause this sycamore is sick of y'all jibbin' your jaws
Fibbin' your gobs about my character, pissin' me off
I'm not a dick to be cocked, pussy or clit to be fucked
I'm not Tony Montana, Hannah the bitch just got stuffed
I'm a blind man, calling bluffs is simple enough
Simple as sexin' a hussy, stickin' my dick in her muff
Rootin' tootin'est cowboy, stickin' 'em up
Get them hands up, pardner - it's a frickin' stick-up
Got a fist full of bucks, I'm John Wayne'n 'em all
Pluck the motherfuckin' trigger like I play a guitar
Slay the bitch like Buffy, drivin' a stake in her heart
Bukkake Willow, punch Xander and give Angel a face-fart
Blow up Spike 'til he's all over the wall like graffiti art
**** Cordelia with a pipe dream and make her titties hard
Now I'm goin' off the rails
I guess that's what happens when you talk too much ****, my head's blowin' up for real

Ya rhymes powerfull man....I'd really feel uncomfortable doin a track with you, ya would flood my verse lol damn!

the one from calgary !

Woo I'm back

Now people come against me,a re you a moron, or are you possessed by a retarded ghost? Ya that's right you got burnt like a piece of toast.

So, put a condom on ur head bc if ur ganna act like a dick u might as well dress like 1,I don't know what makes you tick, but I hope it's a time bomb.
BOOM

[email protected]
my facebook is charlie smith-from london

TRUE STORY!!!!!!!!! me and 3 freinds go way outside are own hood yeterday and 30 people try start a fight with us, they had knives and are way to scared to even throw a punch but made us look like dickheads in daylight in the centre of town, they think we are just some typical white boys who will forget about it but what they dont know is we was searching for them all today with are backup to make it even numbers, they was nowhere to be seen but they dont know i kno all there names and addresses. bring it on pricks! u just dug some of your own graves, lets see if a knife is as usefull as a strap .

we look at u , u look back , its thirty against four
four diddnt back down but your armys to shook to draw u
shoulda sliced are life until are blood lay on the floor
but u talk aloud of **** until you stutter from your jaw
you better watch your backs now coz the macs about to roar
u thought ur a big gang coz you brought cutters from your draws
we got ******* caps about to splat until the mags to hot to store
im tracking you rats with every stat name information door and more

it aint over till the lady sings, my glock will maybe break some wind
break some wings and rape your skin, ill make sure every DAY it stings
were just some white boys with no bate to bring, how ******* stupid can u think
wash your face in your basment sink, and rethink the situation you are in
30 men, to scared to swing, even with a knife u stink,
now those 4 boys that u made for wimps, will redisplay the face you bring
the babys in your ballsack cringe!

here ima make it easy =) http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/profile.php?id=773035458 this guy is me hahah add me up illustraight , mic-holder, charliesforce !!!

Whose bars are these?
I must've stole them from the Mars company
When they refused to give me a supply of chocolate sweets
That's harsh to me - harsh to an MC who's finding it so hard to eat
That now I got bleeding gums stuck on my teeth
So when I spit, I don't spit spit, I spit blood
The dentist told me to report back to him in six months
Just to spit this **** up - am I not sick enough as it is?
My breath smells so bad, I need to give my tonsils a rinse
That's probably why I gass people up when I talk
**** it, even my whole tongue's covered in hawk
Dribblin' away, gobblin', bubblin' up
I'm usin' Listerine mouthwash to guggle it up and I swallow it up
Feel the tingling sensation, the adrenaline rush
Now I'm spittin' the same **** as Eminem does
I'm an unstable rapper who isn't level enough
Guess I just don't pedal enough
Or maybe I'm not talking to theprofessor enough?