Neverending Rap Battle

nice song aswell, babygirl, it was quite hard to hear the lyrics properly at first thou but it was still pretty nice, really good instrumental aswell very catchy.

yo **** an instrumental coz im in tempremental state
lyrics opposite from gentle rising the dentals rates
let me demonstrate how i create and serve the rap game on a plate
sweat ripping down my pencil i need a stencil to write the lyrics straight
" ILL CUM ON HANZELS AND GRETALZ FACE, WHITE SEMAN STICKY LIKE COLGATE "

im so done , hip hop shogun ,lost till i picked the mic up like a bat homerun
never packing a pistol or chrome gun ,
my attitude like my bank account neverless then noone
universal omen ,
never gets old call me gary coleman
even when my crew knuckle hairy old men
man i feel trapped, but they let me outta jail
im all outta fail ,
all i have left is by breath an its saying win gotta go out an prevail
the grail ain't holy , cause when you crucify my liquid
will it hold me , homie the truth is i defy the wicked
an the laws a gravity can't keep me down
the laws of the city can't beat me down
I love looking the reaper in the eyes
watch demise take of its disguise
this guys ready to step in the ring
boxing match
im repping the ink
using whatever weapon i think
is gonna win it
Knocked um off balance in under a minute
hear the vultures in our culture yell finish
it feels infinite , when they let out a spawn of hells menace
got god in my corner saying end this
I hold my fury,look upon the world tryin 2 figure out who my real friend is
all six senses
telling me through the melody of hearts beating an hardbreatheing
all this senseless
hate and anger , the fate a strangers ,
the faith of the wraiths, in the eye of the beholder
an were having a staring contest
preparing a bomb test
can smell it in the air everyone gone Yes terday
I see the big picture pupils dialate the class grows larger
screaming yelling go harder go farther
take it past the point of no return
where the soul's u'll burn
the devil holds the urn
showing no concern
my fist an my iris turn into a hand cause unlike the devil I give a damn
helping death back on his feet
pointed to eden an said bong this cheech
then lets hop on a beat an speak some honesty on the street
everyone on there seats fell off
everyone on there feet , who said give him hell prof
jaws fell off ,mid sentence
I gave him earth an let him choose
to his defense
judged by a jury of your own peers will the defendant
please rise
shiit he's high and he's got an erection
is there any objections ?
compass blown smashed on his tombstone which direction will he go
for killing ego
of a billion people

what would you say
if i was to say..........

im switched to mad mode, where did my dad go?
all these questions grab souls and force me to go stab foes
more white than a crack nose , im stressed so i just bang hoes
bag loads of fat blow to smoke whilst i get my abs stroked
this chicks got mad holes, gape till her ass grows
but shes gone when her cabs phoned, to wonder down these bad roads
ill rap until my craps sold and wack loads of rap molds realise that there bad shows are so **** that not 1 track sold


**** i cant be bothered to write..

looking at my bail receipt , hopeing my brain won't fail my feet
get to court so i don't go back to jail sheit!
im like the devil always in that hot seat
ziploc ya mouths do not speak
bag it an toe tag it
not the type to let a glock speak
i decipher the rythm an unlock speach
ya'll wanna talk street
like you've just bin curb stomped
the way i walk this street i let my words stomp
ya ears leaving gray matter to sculpt on the asphault
bash skulls with my barehands call it assault
the courts do, ******* gotta P.O. i gotta report to
ima grimey rhyme freestyler i don't just spit i hork too
giving ur mom that pill to abort you
got people saying how raw i am , u mean ur not ?, naw i am
break ya jaws with my hands , im the bomb hip hops taliban
it's suicide for the cause , be you who died for opening ur jaws
fucked it up with my girl again
only thing i have in this world a pen
hurling sermons an amens
not looking to make amense
just looking to make some sense of it
now im making dollars 11hr days n i love it
ya'll living in satens toilet you ain't above ****
i get so low even archeologist have dug my scripts
the raw laws of gravity rugged ****
ya down
of course you aint got no rocket pack for talking back
professor third eye optometrist put ya optic back
im an alien to your feeble tactics, welcome to my home plan it
no gravity no walls no roof no floors can u understand it ?
lets play poker mutant im gambit u wanna gamble with ya life Blamm blitz
u lucifer's for your damn scripts
walk in the garden of eden knock out adam an ask who's the man bitch
even eve
is believein what i breathe
its an Intteligent Design check my I.D.

the names Professor

Peace Im out !

You don't gotta write to your P.O.; I just killed the dyke with this weed-smoke
I'll make even the highest rasta take a like to this c-note
Move keys like a piano until I'm strikin' the key notes
{*piano sounds*} How'd you like that, amigo?
I'm a hustler, I roll the dice like it's cee-lo
Strikin' a three? Nope!
I just rolled a four, five and a six - YEE-HO!!!
This **** is my cocaine, I'm sniffin' it - goddamn, I'm likin' this kilo!
But the Cuban guy in the movie said, "Don't get high, cabroncito!"
But I got high anyway; now I'm flyin' like Heathrow
Seein' passengers on the airplane, sayin' "HI, NICE PEOPLE!
LOOK AT ME - I'M FLYIN' HIGH LIKE AN EAGLE!!!!"
This is Heaven - God has never seen guys like me flow
Uh-oh, I'm droppin' low - I...I...I need 'dro!
Pass it to me, quick! I'm plungin' like 50 feet, bro!
Lightin' the weed - yeah, go on, smoke it some mo'
I've stopped fallin' - this weed has broken my fall
Now I've spread my wings and I'm flyin' again
Fly! Rise to the skies! Higher, my friend!
I wake up the next hour and I'm lyin' in bed
Jesus Christ, man! I think I wanna try it again!

So yah think you can rap.
But ill be putting you on tha map.
Hidden , where satellites won't find you.
Cause Baby you dont even got a clue.
Nigguh You might as well be a elephant ,
but this **** ain't relevant .
This isn't no rap session ,
It's My Rap Lesson.
So Listen up to tha words i say.
I don't think you nigguhs know how tuh play.
But for now ill be preaching.
Foe you fools who thinkk yah teaching .
your not teaching yo just rhyming.
It's ALL aboutt thaa timing.
All you need is that one chance.
Tuh knoe in advance.
But honey it ain't about what you know.
It's about how tuh Make A sick flow.
<3

wtf this is off fight night round 4. get ur own lyrics bro or you wont get anywhere

oh **** my bad bro, nice lyrics man , take it as a compliment i thought ur lyrics wer a proffesional rappers!!!

i must remain defiant, and yet still remain humble
avoid the drug flow and inspectors sirens
otherwise my alliance built of giants will crumble
the lyrics u mumble aint let alone punctual but
u strain to contain a team that are ready to rumble
like 9/11 your tumble , the smoke wont faze me i gotta lung full
you dumb fools, there is no b- without bumble
try spell charlie without a c you will mentally stumble,

LOL if i bit someone's lyrics, i'd know if i bit someone's lyrics .... anyways man all is forgiven

Oh, I think I can rap, alright ......
Better say your prayers, cuz
‘Cause when I’m done with you, AiersLOVE
Your ass is gonna lay in the dust

SEVEN DEADLY SINS ... PLUS AN 8TH ONE

GLUTTONY
You talk too much ****, that’s over-excess
Too much of the gangster pasta has left a bloat in your chest
‘Cause you SUCK, so you’re wonderin’ which pro to blow next
Your ****’s a real turn-off, my dick has just grown an inch less
But you’re suckin’ so much of it, you’re fuckin’ just lovin’ it
If you’re suckin’ enough of it, you’ll be smothered with cum and ****
************, go **** a glutton up her buttock
**** her butt until it comes into a bloody colour

LUST
And that brings me to the second sin
You want to hump her in-between, you struggle with her ‘til that dick gets in
Do a wicked spin like an urban skater
Tony Hawk style, 360 that perpetrator
She can’t hurt you later - **** that slut, she can’t abuse you
She’ll have a dick-wart in her anus, plus her ass is brutal
She just got bent like a croissant, French fuckin’ massive poodle
Fuckin’ ass got fuckin’ twisted up its ass like noodles

GREED
I think these MC’s have had enough on their plate
Makin’ big hit records about runnin’ from jakes
They’re also makin’ hits about hussies stuffin’ their face
Gee, these sluts have been stuffin’ much too much of that cake
But I guess it’s not enough – it’s like an addict to crack
That’s how Amy Winehouse got a fuckin’ crack in her back
What’s up with these guys? Are they back on the smack?
I think Dick Cheney’s just had another panic attack

WRATH
Feel the wrath of a rapper – please don’t make him angry
Kinda like Marshall gettin’ tired of defendin’ Hailie
What was Everlast thinkin’, piss-takin’ Shady?
He must have spent too much of his time rapin’ ladies
Eat at Joe’s, a café at his neck of the woods
Em went platinum, Everlast’s record went wood
It’s a surprise he doesn’t get jammed with a plank of wood
These countrymen should stomp him
(*country accent*) Yeah, I thank we should!

SLOTH
I can’t believe today’s rappers are lazy these days
That’s part of the reason why I get crazy today
Another part of the reason is because they’re all pop singers
I think they’ve been drinkin’ too much of their pop’s liqueur
Chart-toppers, Eurodance contestants, hip-hop winners
I reckon they should come on with the crap – just stop singin’
That’s why I listen to Wu-Tang
I can’t remember the last time those guys differed their fu slang

ENVY
This envy has got me whirled into a frenzy
I’m not clinically depressed - I just hate it when these jerks try to molest me
These girls think they respect me, that just makes me so angry
They can’t take it that I’m gifted, which is why they decide to piss-take me
I’m different than them, and they’re more different than me
They’re the common average emcee, I’m a more different emcee
Should I justify myself, or should I justify their envy?
In fact, their heart can’t even be justified, it’s empty

PRIDE
Self-righteous, bastardised, self-indulgent rappers
I think this rhymin’ rap pro should smack ‘em
I can’t believe I’m steppin’ up to emcees who have such low standards
They oughta swallow their pride, and give those raps some more practice
Sick of their tough image, with their tough lyrics
And their “I got hoes, and I **** them up the asshole” status
What’s happened to hip-hop? I think it has dissolved, it’s sad
Now we’re listenin’ to pop rap chat so much bananas

BITING
This is the extra sin - I think everyone’s stumbled across this
Some of them copy lyrics and post them up on the forum
This sort of thing happens daily, and much too often
Can’t come up with their own **** – I should get these fuckers walkin’
These emcees try rhymin’, but they decide to bite rhymes
Black market’s become a big trade, they’ve all heightened the pipeline
Someone got their ass kicked for bitin’ rhymes just like mine
You’ve broken all the sins, I cast you to burn in Hell – bye bye!

Yo i'm BACK!

Yo yo yo lets get it crackin....

Yo i'm blessed and im a G, a weapon in the street
cause im droppin in the hood, like an engine with a leak
so test and be defeat, see i happen to travel
gettin so well known that aliens ask me to battle
im rappin in castles and im packed with desire
call me Santa the Pyro cause im (W)rappin with fire
i snack on the riders, spittin the new heat
yall stay behind my lines, and this isn't a movie
and **** im a true G, im abusin true vets
im always number 1, not even usin my 2 cents
consumin a crew's best, erasin enough herbs
these rhymes are so hot, they give Satan a sunburn
i play with enough words, 1 punch leavin you to think
go ahead and throw a counter, i'll just beat you with a sink
i'll treat you to a king who's thrivin with weaponry
so take everyone's advise and keep your eyes on me

I was out for the last few days doin my mixtape....Its done now, just need some editin....Be out in a week!

Feel like blessin with a verse again

check
hotter than a damn sauna, harder than a man's armor
i got big balls dawg hangin further than your grandfather's
brighter than a big diaper, nicer than a chynk stripper
no virgin flow here, but still tighter than a king's sister
a fighter and a sting spitter, i drop tight and it sells
**** i even bought a muzzle so i'd stop bitin myself
my writtin is felt, but emcees are hatin on these
cause i drop that dope like the police were chasin me
no need for takin heat, i be blazin the tracks
erasin the wack, you not on my level and honestly
you don't have a chance like some ghetto monopoly
the devil is wantin me, cause i'm hotter than he is
im stayin fresh to death like i was always a fetus
they callin me Jesus, cause i'm the one to look up to
and if you bitch-maid punk step in my oven i'll dust you

Anyone battle me, haven't dueled in a while...IM HUNGRY

Illustraight is the master, all you rappers are servants
Wash my floors with your spits with some Flash All-Purpose
Perhaps use some cleaning agent to blast the germs with
I was FreeAgent before, isn't that just wurd ****?
Wordsearches, pickin' a batch from word-bicks (books)
So I got a bunch of new words to enhance the verse with
All I need is an opportunity, so give me a chance to merk this
I don't write rhymes by accident, I blurt the raps on purpose
Keepin' on a promise, because I am a man of my word
And this man uses words to explain while the actions are served
While the actions occur at present or afterwards
I happily prefer to explain the actions after they've occurred
So it's fresh in my mind, so it's like a chapter or verse
Kinda like how the Holy Bible's passage is heard
This has gotta be the most confusing rap that you have heard
In a lifetime, a decade or in an hour at worst
I couldn't think of any other way of dispatchin' this verse
I can write some crappy lines - it'll still be an immaculate verse
Lay 'em down softly like someone's corpse laid back in a hearse
Lookin' deadpan at the roof of a Catholic Church
While the priest recitin' a eulogy for the mass to concur
After that, they bury him under the ash of the Earth
I want my verses to be remembered, not to be vastly unheard
So mic-holder, you wanted me to battle with a verse?
Maybe that should work

Yo its been fucked since day one, wic checks same slums
itchy trigger fingers on teens bringing the drums
still as the comes it all succumbs to crumbs
as the fiddler on the roof's gone, he no longer strums
that wretched fiddle that captures the blocks agony
so im livin, survivin beyond hip hop's tragedy
tryin to get lifted, but im pitted by the gravity
lookin for a sweeter life, yet left with a cavity
growin hostile as even Madden seems to madden me
while other rappers give it glam and live a falacy
so i swear i'll fuckin choke the next rapper i see
who's actin like the hood done ran happy with glee
like pushin crack made 'em free, fucks up emcees
gone corporate, like next they'll be cuttin down trees
but i lost my audience, so go ahead, throw some D's
get dusted of keys caked at about 2 hundred degrees

At the first i wasn't interested in rap, and when i first spit here i was wack as hell...
LOOK AT ME NOW....
I've improved alot....
THANKS TO ALL YOU GUYS, its all because of you

im now a respected rapper and a freestyler in the streets