Neverending Rap Battle

naw they aided its all the effort you put in an kept trying appreciate the thanks but when you look in the mirror or ppl are telling you otherwise look inside an see that you have what it takes !

came outta the shadows looking for light to battle
don't bring an empty mind into a cyph to battle

came outta the shadows looking for light to battle
don't bring an empty mind into a cyph to battle
rolled up the scrolls of souls got my god pen watch life unravel
without the complex , here let me mickey mouse the context
im explosive on text , mf didn't you hear? BANG i ain't just a bomb threat
Prof got that vapour that make ya bongs wet
ima leap sky scrapers,im a marvel on set
im a dc comic with my tool felt
my flow cryo-genics swear im to cool for hell
purgatory is like the words before me when im holding a dictionary
i knuckle up mo fucks leaving faces swollen just for gettin near me
amnesia for these non believers im forgetting clearly
what ya name was . what my brain does , a weapon to anyone steppin near me
like a black hole or a crack bowl ,
fracture souls smack um back together make um feel whole

yo i gotta go to work , put ya minds to use ,
cerebral cortex or ambillical, pick your kinda neuce ?
prof came out the shadows to battle to shine the truth
in times when he's locked up or confined in the booth
you can find his super suit
put on my work clothes today ,
got bills to pay ,
a girl to marry ,
a world to carry
a life to create
a cyph in the garden of god we ate
ya'll still waiting for armegeddon he's probally late
still having his date with fate
yo this feelings super, man i gotta get back my cape


Peace ya'll gotta make the scrills to pay for equipment

Gotta praise me like Alla, im twistin up that La La
ha ha, why would i lie? Why would i lie?
Im higher than a eagle, so is my ego
bitch ima Dog, "pit bull" no beagle
take me serious... Like im askin for ransom
nigger, im smart, im art, im handsome
yeah, you couldn't paint greater picture
"mic-holder theproff" aint that a greater scripture
Just call me the serpent, clean the block like detergent
wet em up, wipe em out like surfin
clap ya cap, then clap ya cap
get it? Im the ****, so my rap is crap?
Or is it? I spit facts these cats is wack
if you aint, then cool listen don't be a fool
i advise you stay in school, cuz ima turn ya block into a period
period. All em deceased
don't getcha **** pushed back like a album release

Its the people who tells me i have mad hit...My mixtape single hit the local radio 17 may this year, and was voted top 7 out of 10 of the hottest local joints of june2010...My town is HUGE so i can just imagine how many listeners voted for my joint...People's opinion means alot to me cause im not doin music for myself only....So if i told myself in the mirror i have what it takes, while people don't appreciate my ****...I'd be just lyin to myself...I'd have told that to myself if i was filthy rich like 50 cent, you know that guy now makes more with or without music

Restraints are broken, my mind unfolded
revealing a general amongst young soldiers
the page solders, left only the remnants
my penmanship is cursed with a vengeance
whatever it is we keep locked up tight
can emerge at a time when we lose all sight
the goals we work towards, the molds we strive for
the souls we embrace within are impure
henceforth we vow only to make change
pattern is rearranged, we are ever the same
religious though our beliefs condemn us
a knot that binds what is leased within us
i use us as a whole, as one we stand tall
and cannot fall, lead not by one, but all
a strict discipline, a solitary concern
loyalty, a way of which we must learn
when the fire burns, there is no forgiveness
judgement past upon each in existence
witness develop a certain enthrallment
patience is key for the next installment

im a plant like creeper a non sleeper diggin away at ur mind theres no controll inside ,you cant beat me
i rime descreatly
almost sweetly
beleve me u dont wanna meet me .
cos im a 14 yeaold genius ill kill u and take out ur spleinius.
im lyricly gifted ill take your words out ur mith like im thrifted
my spirit is lifted
you call urself a viper and a striker ur more like a gay biker
boy u probably had hardcore sex with a jew
your gunna make a fool of me ill tie u to a tree and leave you there overnight bitch ull get a fright my lyrics are tight yours are shight ill stab you and youll see the light (no offence meant yours was a good rap)

your lyrically gifted? you stole my motto and made it sound twisted
the bars been lifted, now i spit so sedistic. grip jack the ripper dick and split it
my lyrics rips spirits souls into messages like hydroglyphics,
but these bitches to narrow minded to turn rags to ritches
ive turned fags with stitches into gangs with wishes

i kno exactly what you mean, when i joined this site i thought i was really good when i was actually sooooo wack and terrible, and i remember when you joined the site and i just took no notice of you coz your barz where wack as hell!!!! but you improved dramatically straight away and i was like woooh hes quite good. and now you are one of the best on the site, and **** you got a mixtape already, i dont know how to get a name for myself like u have but i would give anything to be able too

btw me and my friend have thought about recording sum tracks on his computer then burning them to cd and leaving them in public places....is this a good idea? we think it would be if we leave are emailadress on the cd case

Yeah man that would be the smartest move you did, and Never record a track using a beat that has bite rates below "64kbps", always use quality beats...Check www.Probangers.Com for quality beats to use on mixtapes, demos/compilations....Peace i'm out

i aint been on here in sum two months
im back now to call out a few bluffs
i battled illustraight back when he was a free agent
i lyrically abused him, left him in the street layin
he ran to professor for a place the thought hed be fuckin safe
you could catch those two behind the bleachers suckin face
i could bruise you with my bars and stab you with my hook
people call me the author of this rap i wrote the book
unstopppable force and unmovable object at the same time
i got off this to give illustraight time to grow and get face time
sure i may be crazy challenging the reigning king of this ****
hes just needs to be straighened out just get the kink out this ****
not takin shots at anyone else but come at me like a man illustraight
these weaker rappers cant compete you know it, they need a break
ur poisoned needa see Dre to get urself into detox
then see Em for recovery then come back and we'll box
concentration on nothing other than smashin pussy and gettin high
this lame is bout nothing other than checkin trashes and barely gettin by
im all about charity im all about giving haters a chance
so come illustraight so i can move on give these others a chance

IM BACK!!!!

Dawg, I think you’ve gone too far on the bruisin’
So did Jason Voorhees, Chucky and Freddy Krueger
It took two months for you to make a comeback
I just came back in a day over your two months’ rap
I take it my last verse to you didn’t teach you a lesson
Your two months’ verse was nothin’ – this just beats you in seconds
Technically, I still win anyway
I don’t need to be straightened out – I’m already straight!
I must admit, though – that verse was tight, dude
But fuckin’ with me like you just did is not a wise move
That gives me a helluva good reason to not like you
So I’ll just diss you more just to further spite you
I don’t even NEED theprofessor to help me conjure a rap up
In fact, I don’t need to run to the ************ for back-up
My **** just laid you down and had you callin’ for back-up
You got a problem with me, but homie, your numbers don’t add up
This may be the only dopeness this brother can snap up
FOR the moment, but IN a moment I’m fuckin’ his ass up
You wrote a 20? I just spit a 20 too!
But after this line is written, I will have written 22
Hah? You see ..... this is 22!
Now it’s 23! Goddamn, how I can spit a plentiful!
Heed the food for thought I just fed you
Even Simon Cowell would tell you: “That was absolutely dreadful!”

you suffered from a seizure amnesia is starting ta take its toll ranging from a meter your craniums weaker from that heavy fall now these fools, wanna dig deeper into these steeper holes
this beast that lives inside a me, is recognisably quietly reciting his idol eminems stlye, finally hes spewing lyrics wildly, like expired weed killing peoples brain cells mildly 8 mile g's couldnt keep up with this new prodigy , its gotta be, slim shady stopping emcees honurably honestly it a new beast thats n town, rocking the sound of the hip hop underground, popping them down, methophorically cocking them rounds verse for verse , lyrically locking and stocking different rhymes on these clowns, different times will come round, stomping em down , till there tounges on the ground, and donald duck whill be spitting not sniffing harder lines pound for pound

MIC-HOLDER, PROFF, ILLUSTRAIGHT

we really should make a track, put it on youtube and show people in are citys
in would be a beast of a track

ok your little lecture definitely deserves an applause
but its provokin my inner hugh jackman and my claws
speaking of Hugh, ill slay you like a vampire
theyll be tellin the story of this massacre around the campfire
i be committing genocide on all you blog rappers
my lines pack a punch and dont miss like they got a gps tracker
all you need to check your prescription, cant you see?
only real talent on here is illustraight and me
congrats to mic holder on success, guess you can call us the big three
harness your skills to progress, maybe then youll be able to see
respect is never given its always earned
scars on my hands cuz yea i been burned
im takin hits and rolling with the punches
snatch the mic, dont quit until the mic crunches
when rappers take shots at me i get me power like kanye
i get real ruthless yea my attitude gets sour like kanye
i stack my paper like sandbags at katrina
the way it stacks is like magic like im sabrina
please sumone, anyone step foward to battle
ill be in control like im herding the cattle
ill battle all of you at the same time
and ill bury all of you with just one rhyme

This guy's got a split personality
He gives me credit, yet he spit a verse attacking me
What makes you even think this is a lecture?
This isn't a lecture, neither is this a fixture
I spit it wicked with some gin and liquor as a mixture
What's it gonna take to make this wigger get the picture?
I don't need a prescription just to get into this drug
Don't get me twisted - I really respect ya
But on the real, though, if you DO actually feel me
Why the **** would you threaten to kill me?
That's some fucked-up ****, why would you be a hypocrite?
**** your rappin' it, you might as well be singin' it!

ya'll really can't keep my name out ya mouths???
im done giving ya'll things to talk about
you can't think on ya own ? like wtf
my rhymes cut through the heavens call um upper cuts
brawling motha fucks
kneepads on ya knees when ya crawling gutter fucks
under your breath you mutter , ****
grow some , or show some ,
ya'll so dumb you need brains so ya blow some
like i can't say anything without ppl flippin
or ask a question
ppl gettin there nose where it doesn't belong
here's my last suggestion u suck **** quit using my ass as a bong
don't call me professor , don't call me mike dugas ,don't call me at all
you pussies wanna cat call
i'll disconnect ya sattelites
an put ya sun out , u wanna battle tonight
put a gun in ya mouth
an well see who's first to pull the trigger
im full a vigor , ya'll full of pac m n jigga
just keep my name out ya mouths
an keep it in the terrains of ya brain
where you process memories and pain
if this does not compute i'll reboot ya mainframe
Game over
keep my name out ya mouth
whats my name >?

Nigger, it seems like ya lines need improvin
ya rhymes is amusin only to clowns who love to be losin
you crush for a bruisin tryin to start up a movement
so ima make sure ya face gets da whole bottom of my shoe print
niggers rap like hoes but act like pros
until somebody smack that nose for spittin that wack ass flows
since 08 niggers knew i was the truth
by 09 i had niggers raisin they hands to the roof, i got proof
now poof disappear like a magic trick
if i let da automatic spit it'll end all of that faggot ****
i got drastic spits that'll putchu in a casket quick
a right hand uppercut to ya jaw will make you do a gymnastic flip
phoney ass rappers is lonely ass actors
they spit only ass backwards cause they some boney ass crackers
tryin to be black and ****,
come to the hood with that noise somebody gonna lack ya ****
probably clap ya **** for bein a immitator
come see mic-holder, im da eliminator and funeral renavator
these days, everybody wanna be the hardest
but when somebody buss ya **** you quick to press charges
911 is on ya cellphone speed dial
for you lame cats thats out of date you can call me if you need style
if i slice ya grill you gonna bleed for a while
and fuckin ya girl in da is da only time you'll see me smile
ima hood nigger walkin around up to no good nigger
haha, i bet you would kill me if you could nigger
you should niggers cause ima problem in the streets
let me find out you gotta drug spot and i'll robb 'em in a week
my gunplay will have ya body shakin and wobblin to police
cause i just shot him in his feet now he hoppin from da heat

Have you ever had a passion for someones heart? you try to reach its destination... compiclations apart, you crumble under hesitation yh this nation makes you stumble under pressured demonstrations from the start, the love train departs, from its filled out station but your patience takes over and you miss the train you been waiting for, frustration is kicking down the door, as your racing and pacing more to catch up with this complicating whore. then you realise, this bitch is just a waste on your basement floor, she aint worth the hating and creating war arguments have been elevated and demostrated as hating stages in are relasionship that is facing a wasted pause, ill count to four, and i wanna see you outta my my bedroom door, sitting in the rain as it pours , and confronting the pain that your problems caused, i dont mean to be judgemental but your looks are just a straining sore creating more, heart ache do you really wanna hear me roar? continued tomorow.......

genetic code you can't replicate/ shatter breastal plates
call it a test of fate /you wanna brawl bitch you can't crawl ya'll sick digest the H
the road to riches before us / from the animal kindom to spaceship earth
turn ya core ta dust/ the human tesla coil no need for a four four ta bust
the super conducter / reality constructer / population deductor/mother ******
from how bloody the knucks were / causes jaws n blood vessels to rupture/
anti corruptor/ battling the souls sucker / so fucka's /who don't want no ruckus
from billionare's to the childrens stares that throw there hands up in the air
know who the buckest/ give me a mic cord so i can **** this game up/
volatile vomit that feeling in ya stomach same way i came up /
you would'nt have a shot you need to get ya aim up/
got a prophet an a poor man begging for change using the same cup/
the dope inside the placebo aka brain ****/ blood pumping ya veins up /
swagger on any territory came up/out of this world flow super sayin strut
from wrists locked holding the chains up/ saying sup /
from dog's to bitches i've slain pups/
from you guys and your sisters wearing the same cups/
plug ya holes /thug the whole industry trying to get cocaine up
dug ya hole/ rugged soul/ floating with the fishes hoping the rug'll hold/
dug the gold/ but never rocked it / pocket rocket any mf that talk **** /
wanna talk scripts/ open ya third eye optics/till ya like stop it !/
same reason i ain't stop yet / my name on the dockets/
the same name that open ya eye sockets /
through hope in the sky when the dj grab a needle an drop it /
hip hop it/flip ya top lid / have ya raise ya octaves /
the doc lives / the lab rats / pad scratch /
till evolution fluid mix'd with a bad batch/
to all the mf who never got snatch/ n the hungry mf that got fat/
to the average students to the genius's who got that /
to all the empty guns in ya minds im who u aint got a shot at /
to these zombies catching brains in the slums n where you rot at /
trying to invest in death, /
when you should invest in my breath n zest /
I can't believe you bought that/ to the train stations where we drop hats/
an collect the common mans perspective show we respect it/
n the mirrors in ya ears to the ones on the wall's that reflect it /
theres those who say the've got it , n those who really get it/
stored in ya memory banks so pay some respect kids n don't forget it /


Peace yo Prof