Neverending Rap Battle

ay ima take a break from battling ya illustraight I'll get back at you in a minute

but uh is it ok if I post some bars I got on a song about a girl??

Kid You Couldn't Murk Me Usin A Sharpie
I Can't Believe Murkage Was Asumin He'll Harm Me
Played Lines, Wack Flow, No Multies, Not Even A Punch
All I'm Seeing Is Lunch, Soft Mc's I've Eaten A Bunch
Breath In Ya Lungs Before I Cave Ya Chest
Don't Put Ya Head Down, You Gave Ya Best

and man when did ya see me actin like i'm 50 cent?
Don't bore us please nigger

Yeah post your **** bro....Its borin readin diss rhymes everyday

i posses a mannor of hurt, that eats away at your soul
i arose and survived from the dirt, a life i couldnt control
ill console then expose any fuckers teaming to grow
a cancer on this rap game, are you friend or you foe
you can say i give a bad name but im just letting you know
ill ******* slay your whole familys red liquid
and mix it in the devils cereal bowl

“Skeeted on my face”?
Look, there’s semen on your face
And that **** looks pretty displeasing, don’t it, mate?
Please just stop the bullshit before I sneeze up on your face
You’re so fuckin’ bent that you cease to walk straight
Talkin’ about rape, you’re as diseased as Norman Bates
takin’ a bath in his own **** while he’s peein’ orange paste
What’re you gonna do with this emcee that’s on your case?
I’m pickin’ you off for four reasons I can state:
A) You’re wack as ****
B) You’re full of hate
C) You’re an idiot
D) You’re a disgrace!
You’ve been doin’ a lot of beefin’ all day
If you beef any more you’ll have beef all over your face
And you’ll spend more than a month tryin’ to lick it off with your tongue
The beef will devour your bronchi and make you cough up all your lungs
I am nice with it, I can even fly a kite with it
Murder Jason Voorhees and rape Michael Myers with it
All while takin’ a piss on your head
After hearin’ you rap - it makes me DO wish I was dead
I’m too afraid to lose a fight with a loser like DBS
I’ve tried suicide and couldn’t do it right – that’s B.S.
Bruise this DBS dyke with butcher knives and cleavers
‘Til his fuckin’ face is puffed up lookin’ like a beaver’s
I don’t act like 50 Cent, this dude don’t like him either
‘Cause all Fiddy talks about is sluts with boobs and dykey features
Blue and violet Beamers with super powered seat-ups
With more legroom than a car boot to lay your feet up
Not an Eminem – nah, dude, it’s not a “Re-Up”
And I don’t give a **** whether I lose or not, so hee-haw!
Illustraight’s like Mr. Muscle with a clean cloth
Walk right up to your TV and wipe the frickin’ screen off

Lmfao the last two bars did it, damn!

Man i have to say,,,you the only one with serious multies on this forum at the moment

remember those days when we used to cause mischeif
spliff litt, sipping on that bitter liquid
see a rich kid, leave that bitch twitching
we gotta strict motto, snitches get stitches
then they swim with the fishes,
chopped up ina chinese kitchen
served with egg fried rice and some chicken
it wasnt liberty city, but we had missions
grand theft auto was, based on are editions
every day, it was different

Whether black or white you could roll like a dice
say something nice otherwise think twice
we could leave ya wiva slice ranging from ya eyes
when ya momma cries, she come to me for advise
coz im like an owl, i aint nice but im wise
ill hurt u on the street then tell your momma lies
when the glocks ignites lights itll leave you real surprised
the way i move guys , im like hulk with mite!
ona friday night like jason leave you with a fright
all your feel is wind, you been drinking to much sprite

r u serious??? haha check ya self , u need to revise ur **** mines full of multies


an the reason i asked is about jail is ur rap about 4by 4 metre room !

Ok man maybe its jus me who likes illustratins multies, and damn he formatted his rhymes the same length which makes them more attractive to be read...I read all ya posts too man,ya rhymes aint the same length which also brings me to seein that ya hit with ya unique different flow,,and thats a good thang cause hearin rappers rap the same is borin man...ya shits tight no gimmicks!!!


About the 4 metre room.
I've heard of it plenty times...
They always mention it on prison breaker....

Some my rhymes aint real man, straight fiction...And Thats full in this rap game.


Do ya beat and lets spit man, cause seem like next month i'm goin be leavin this site forgood

I Paint Visuals In My Head Of How Life Should Be
I'm Always Wonderin' Why God Has Given Life To Me
Why I Sin, Why He Bled, And Why Did He Die For me
And Why The Devil Wanna Take My Soul With Bribery
I Walk Day To Day, Like I'm Held In Contemplation
Strong, But Sometimes Givin In To Temptations
The Evils Cuttin My Soul Leavin A Torn Victim
It's My Fault I'm The One Chasin These Pretty Women
It's My Fault, When I Should Be Choosin My Friends Wisely
The Ones I Can Hang With, Real Niggers To Guide Me
Tell Me When I'm Wrong, Not Jus' Let A Brother Sink
Be Like "Nah Homie" And Not Encourage Me To Drink
I Can't Blink Without A Haters Eyes Invadin My Space
Enemies Closer Than Friends, 'Cause They Stay In Ya Face
You Never Know Who Plots Against You So It's Hard To Trust
All I'm Sayin', Lifes Coarse, Weather Hard Or Rough
And I'm stuck, Saw This Chick, I Jus Admired Her Bust
Am I Wrong? Or Is The Whole World Not Scarred By Lust

[imitating Ace Ventura] Oh, ree-hee-hee-hee-heeally?

You want to play with multies? Who's got the better lines and syllables?
Eminem-style, Kevin Federline is pitiful
Fell off 'cause he rhymed pathetic lines of ridicule
Step aside before you bang your head upside the pedestal
Blazin' like Johnny, 'cause the Mef style's incredible
**** remainin' the same, I'll let a different side get at you
Cock the pencil, let the lead inside spit a few
lines on the notepad until they materialise like spectres do
Now all you have is a bunch of pencil lines to examine through
Consonants, vowels and adjectives piled into sentences too
That's intellectual, continual, I spit and chew
The stuff I spit is disgustin', sickenin' like piss and poo
Sure, I can't spit lines like theprofessor do
I must have mentioned his name like seven times already, ooh!
I'm echolalic, replicatin' lines a second, true
**** it, I should become a resonance apprentice, dude
Clairvoyant, I'm like seven miles ahead of you
When I win, I cut open the finish line with scissors too
If I said I could spit better lines than the rest of you
That would be sanctimonious, I'm a sinister guy - terrible!
I'll keep drawin' lines with pens and a chalk
And if that doesn't work, I'll start a pantomine with the Seven Dwarfs!

Yo yo yo

Hook
I Got A Notepad Of Gold, Cause My Minds A Mine
And If I Wrote Raps That Sold, Labels Would Try To Sign
But If I Go At That Road, I'd Reach Heights So High
And I'd Probably Go Back No My Roule, And Inside I'd Die

Verse
Grew Up In A Life Of Wealth, Never With Gripe~Or~Doubt
So Really It Would Seem I Should Nothin To Write~About
Bluffin My Life Aint How I Wanna Be Huffin My Rhymes~Out
Trust Me, My Minds About The One Thing Thats Bright~Now
The Future Bleak, So Many scars, The Sutures Deep
And Whos Your Freak Means For More To More Peeps
And Wack Club Bangers Seem To Make~The~Game
Mainstream Is Like A Stroke, The Way It Strains~The~Brain
The Scene Is Like A Joke, Dudes With Skills Are Flat~Broke
And Mic-holder Knows His Raps Won't Ever Generate Cash~Flows
And Thats O...Kay Asshole, Cause If Rap Sold
Off Skill, I'd Have A 100 Room Castle
This Game Is A Whore, One I Used To Give Words~Of~Love
But Lately She's Been Gettin Daily Rapings And Turned~To~****
Im Tryna Be Her Man, I Don't Care If I Never Earn~A~Buck
On The Real, Im The G.O.A.T Like The One Who Cursed~The~Clubs

Hook
I Got A Notepad Of Gold, Cause My Minds A Mine
And If I Wrote Raps That Sold, Labels Would Try To Sign
But If I Go At That Road, I'd Reach Heights So High
And I'd Probably Go Back On My Soul, And inside I'd Die

Verse2
I Got A Notepad Of Gold, My Pens My Magic~Wand
About To Rocket To The Top, Catch Me Blastin~off
Jus A Prophet You Can't Mock, Grew Up A Laughin~Stock
The Bullies Were Chastity Bono They Were Lackin~Cock
Supposed To Have 'Em, Musta Been A Mistake~At~Birth
I Picked Up The Pen, Thought I Was A Great~At~First
Heard My Worth Was Less, Went Back And Reworked My Words
So Now When I Bust A Verse You Jus Disperse
Line Lengths Were Way Off, **** Was Worded~Wild
Put It All Together For a Dope And Tight Warded~Style
And Im On My Grind All The Time, I'll Rest~After~I~Die
Or Reach The Peak To Be The Best~Rapper~Alive
Except After I Rhyme People Die, Pull~The~Plug
My Notepads Like A Maxi, The Way Its Full~Of~Blood
Your Styles Warm And Fluffy, Like~Wool~Its~Stuffed
Plus Your Rhymes Are Jus Like~School~ It~Sucks

Hook
I Got A Notepad Of Gold, Cause My Minds A Mine
And If i Wrote Raps That Sold, Labels Would Try To sign
But If I Go At That Road, I'd Reach Heights So High
And I'd Probably Go Back On My Soul, And Inside I'd Die

Verse3
Maybe I Need A Chick That When Time Get Rough, Wont~Flee
And Can Show Me Somethin About Me i Don't~See
Hopefully Can Convince Me These Are~Dope~Things
And That I Didn't Jus My Time When I~Wrote~These
Im Cocky In My Writtin, But i Really Been Avoidin
Recordin, I May Aswell Have Wrote These To Void 'em
But **** It, Sooner Or Later Will Face~The~Day
I Make The Tape, I Can't let These All Waste~Away


Aaaaah!!! Tired...Peace I'm Out

Wtf!?!
You guys out?

You provide the experience inside of my image
quiet in the distance i kept tryin to listen
i don't want to threaten your obligations
for complications only challenge my operations
the anagram positions itself for an annotated~whole
as a man i use to back up plan to be liberated~soul
frequently i recognise when i'm completely at Zen
when the black **** appears its meetin my pen
seducin my character to produce~masterpiece
i'm confused by the amusement~thats~released
crashed by the sea and collapse on the beat
but this solication put me back on my feet
did you intend for me to open this pandora's~box
implicity it vividly displayed my senoras~heart
the auroras lost as the dusk begins to approach
and i'm off on-foot to cabarets interpretin the memories sittin on the porch
reminiscin of the moments back in the day
there i made my escape and stayed under paid
wastin days when i didn't make my own name
i reorientated and witnessed what i lay my eyes~on
and incubus that can't make up for all the life~lost

<3

u bit methodman ! hahaha dumbass

So what? Method Man's one of my favourite emcee's.

So Ur a Biter !!! hahah Wow man Check yourself u admitted it !!

Ey my name is Subo
You don’t know me
Guess what I’m a G
I’m crazy as a motherfucking Tech N9ne /
Guess what it’s my day to shine /
I’m so curious about your girl, I think she is mine /
I want hesitate to pull that trigger if you interrupted my line /
So don’t cross my line
Guess what you look broke
You need some money to buy new clothes
Because you smell like a old rose
Guess what then your girl will propose
Now let’s talk about your facial appearances
Lets see, just because you got your ears pierced you’re a gangster
Na fool, you just look like you came from a Halloween poster.
I’m high as a ************
1 2 3 in and out I upper cut your face like Kimbo slice, you would be on the floor begging for mercy.
I’m like a demon came from the underground; you would not know what hit you...
I grew up in a world of hate, just wanted to push through, but I had it all wrong. My point views of life has changed..
Looking back I was fighting like a kangaroo, one hit in your intestine..
You would be on the floor lying .thinking about how you shouldn’t have crossed the boundary line.
Because I hit so hard, you would never know what hit you

Man half the rappers im hearin, its steady~borin'
i can bust it down like a feds, but they aint ready~for~it
better get a torch if you can't see i aint got da game~on~smash
don't be speakin in tongues, punk, state~your~facts
if you got somethin you wanna say, then~say~it
ya statements already get negated
you could diss me, and no one would read it, like you~erased~it
face i'm the greatest, i want you to~engrave~it
i don't care if you write it here or you keep it hidden
with da quickness, i'll leave ya head spinnin' *what!?!*
like a six year old kid gettin' into a prescription of ridlen'
you don't really want it with me, so say you jus kiddin'
any five lines i write is better than anythin you ever written
its not my fault your drops don't get a single mention
diss again, i'll ask you to spit it pink slips so you can~get~dismissed
and i aint a fortune teller but bet i can~predict~this~****

Lol, i tried bitin 50 cent at first too...Then i realised that nah it aint worth quotin someone's else creativity...Hope illustraight gets the picture too, he's got sick rhymes of his own man,,,There are people in this rap game who bit whole verses, now what ya call that? A rapper?