Neverending Rap Battle

when the gun loads, dont touch road fam
like an old man, you better stay at home fam
twidderling your cold hands, watching proggrammes
the gats about to explode all over your own land
dont erode, just control, is the slogan
0 sold but we wish and we hope and..
we can make it big in the uk and the globe and...
the story we behold is still an untold plan
im like stone cold, choke hold on my whole clan
the rest are like hulk hogan,
slow man looking old with a gold tan

16 bars
And this verse is called “Playing Cricket”
Check it out

I can kick it, I can get with it, I’m wicked
I ain’t skilled at cricket, but I can hit the wicket
Howzat? I just threw the ball and put you out
I just added some more points on the scoreboard and I’m down
for another bat
Cock my arm back and slug it out
My trainers are dirty – I think they’ve got a muddy gout
I’m gonna bowl you out - there’s no need for three strikes
I hope those pads protect your knees right
‘Cause the bowl I’m about to throw is sure to make three times
the speed like Gonzales
‘Cause I got a sleek style much sleeker than a Jaguar E-Type
Make a run to the other side of the forecourt or the pitch
My lungs are wearin’ off, and my mouth is foamin’ with spit
I wanna spit it out just like I’m spittin’ now
But I can’t ‘cause the spit is too thick and I can’t get it out
If I don’t make this run, I’m gonna end up gettin’ out
While the umpire pulls a finger out and yells, “Send him out!”

2 hours sleep , gotta make eats , crowd appears an takes seats
make beats , can do it in a minute sometimes it takes weeks
ain't about that fake sheit ,hip hop n break beats
ripped down the structure , not gonna sacrafice the facts of life so ya'll suffer
don't trust a single cop they'll all cuff ya
cokeheads'll snuff ya
dope emcee's without the buffer
clear your throat empty ya puffer
stutter a gutter motha fucka strut ya stuff ,sure, no problem
solution based ,
spit in the institutions face
rouge scholar
mix my dope with faith n that evolution chase
running wild in society , wit out anxiety
if its about notoriety or telling ppl to go to the store an start buying me
ppl like, really hard to believe u do that, u speak so quietly
speak with confidence an you won't have ta shout
these cheesey mc's playing cat n mouse
theres the winner circle why u always backing out
cause it looks like a fight cage ?
do this night day, cyph or blade , mic grenade ,
flash bang lets get some light on stage , if you lived like you live on page
there wouldn't be a sign of ya nature
Prof autograph read rhyme innovator
heart beats a time signature , humankind kinda mind penatrater
pen a traitor
zen the vapour
pen ta paper
write my own cheques , couple years i'll rock a rolex an hip hop a gold neck
condenser for my microphone , flippin the censors
going to the part a ya brain that says do not enter
you not meant ta make it past placenta
the last avenger, givin you his all is all his raw griz pawz
grasping anything that bares resemblence to truth
found independence in the booth

I’m Beneath A Steel Sky, gazin’ high at the clouds
Seein’ Phantasy Stars and Star Raiders flyin’ around
Space Invaders and Galaxians, invadin’ all the galaxies
Blazin’ all inhabitants raised on different planets
I’m racin’ like a Space Harrier chasin’ all the bastards
Launch a Missile Command and inflame them on the canvas
I’m on an Onslaught - this game, I’ve got it mastered
Shootin’ left, right and centre, Point Blank on those faggots
Send this whole Earth into a Quake, it’s a disaster
I Command and Conquer, bring this whole state into a capture
Make a Red Ocean, bloodstains up on the mattress
Reapin’ souls like Kain insanely like a savage!
There’s no more Resistance, witness the Fall of Man
I’m a Serious Sam that’s got the upper hand
A special-trained Spec Op with a load of Smokin’ Guns
Stacked like a Super 3-D Noah’s Ark
And they come in different colours like casino chips
This ain’t a rap, this is Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six
Beware of the Thief, he’s about to steal your girl tonight
Blast you like Wolfenstein and make you scream an Urban Cry!

listen here im riding real fast switching gears.when mii homie died dats the only time i droped a tear..when mii home boiz popped off i ait knoe what to do..but when my lil brother died i said **** school.

im brewing all the time spewing rhymes,
a shoe in for dimes
improving and moving stupid fools who think their sublime
think they can exclude all the rules and just screw us with lines
ill be lubing my '9 and start soothing their spine
my minds so ******* twisted and fueld on cruel visions of crime
it needs undoing to remove the deluded
suicide plots pratically glued to my eyes
tattoed to my mind its graphic and its bloody and its ruining rhymes, concluding verses with telephathical lies
overdramatical exactly representation of an animal
slash cannibal , its understandable, grown up...
with nothing but a basketball and a rap ritual that was natural
but actual facts will slap at you and show his brains exact expandable stats,

to be continued.........

im not a plagerist, despite spitting flames of bliss similar lyrics to rappers whos names just plain dont, exist ive seen ****, you bit-ches dont wanna go witness its turned me insane, my brains, sedistic and twisted they tried to lock me up, but the bars just been lifted im consisting of lyrics so deep they will be scripted now try and lock me up my lyrics straight apocyliptic i stay opstimistic , any day your get shifted whether assisted, by your squad of autistics who insisted, i was there father, "lets be realistic" let check the statistics, i spit.you spit oh **** we got the same characteristics nah joke, you drinking kids piss, outta a sippy cup from the fridge bitch they went straight up ballistic,

ive been incarserated and hated for crimes i never commit
**** this ****, jump the gate and escape from this place im locked in
i cant contain this mannor of pain another second or inch
dont drop the soap in the bath and expect your ass not to stink
im at the brink,
ima bout to explode all over this pin
leave these fuckers sucking on their own blood in the sink
then cuff em to the bath tub with a toothbrush and a blue slug
and see if the little sucker can escape quicker than him
im not even laughing im just babbling about **** that really happened
i will take this guard and grab em' stab em' in his adams apple
thatl teach him not to manhandle me as if im his friend
so im just saying again
this strain will no longer commense
because i just baffled all your brains with **** that diddnt even make sense

You right then I will write back. You fight then I will fight back
You know you have nails right fag? So you better bite that
Stop little kid. Beating me is an obstacle bitch
And yo' girl told my friends your dick's the size of a popsicle stick
Oh please I ain't afraid of you. Your friends Im not a scared of too
Me and yo' girl used to make money only cause we made a blue
You gotta admit your girl is a slutty and greedy hoe
She made a porn which nominated for the most cruddy men video
Yo' girl ain't that fake but I'll laugh the day you break up
I know she will since you look like akon without his make up
Take care of yo' girl. U should think of her as more then a wife
Leave me alone. Wouldn't wanna step to Iraq with nothing more then a knife
Lay low and take rest. Do what the doctor say
In this case you are the patient and I'm the Dr.Dre
The proof of your jealousy is becoming more evident
You can't diss me. You have a better chance running for president
I'll put you in a cage dressed as a male stripper
And you're getting clawed more than the tiger's nail clipper
Two things you can't do is hump mine and come up with a better punchline
I gotta say good bye. See you next session since its lunch time

peace prof. holla back!!

O illustrious lord
give me the mic and pull some slack on the cord
only you can make me versed in the impossible
Jesus rules the heart, the earth, the kindom of heaven and the soul
Didn't ye know?
O hell no.
You should of known.
Now eat all of the shapes out your cereal bowl
There are rainbows moons stars and magical clovers
for you to explore
Pagan symbols served to kids for breakfast
Its all apart of the fallen angel's check list
Read the good book and avoid getting hit.
Cain beat Able to death with an unholy stick
Noah built the ark outta wood not bricks
Because mud in the sun hardened to stone
don't float ****

Kindom of Heaven? Reply: No way. Access Denied.
You can't get in when your head is filled with blasphemous rhymes.
And Sin.
You'll have a shot if you pray alot
if not then you can drop and fall into a pot of burning oil
And Pain.
But without gain. Eternal flame. The shame of it.
Take me from this place I am afraid of it.
But I'll give you this
you're a brave one
So go and burn until all of time is done.

I’LL tell you what makes sense - when I speak, I talk the language
I baffle enemies with my speech without the accent
These emcees yap, I ain’t pleased with all the chatter
Talk about you spit flows – please, it doesn’t matter
Wouldn’t make a blind difference if you wrapped it with a blindfold
But it DOES matter if I write these raps down with a stylo
That’s French for “pen” - there you go, I’m talkin’ French again
C’est la vie, sacre bleu – I got a French next of kin
Parlez-vous le francais? Oui, mais bien sur!
Sit back as this rhyme professor gives you a lecture
This is a different lesson that I’m reppin’ here, c’est la guerre
Poo poo dans le derriere, Gerard Depardieu
**** with this emcee, you’re about to take a de-par-ture
On the Eiffel Tower, goin’ “Bleh blah bleh blah bleh ba bleh!”
This is another 16-bit without the Megadrive
I’ll be “Bumpin’ and Grindin’” as soon as R. Kelly dies

You want to bump n grind? On this chub you find
on me with a honey
a ten and my cock pumps like a nine,
yea funny,

Urine on your spine with R kelly on my mind.
Time to rewind, an find that different state of mine
Illustraight kill such fate

the french are sum dummy! But I like the bread
I wouldn't leave you a crummy, Yummy, um we?...
are done see, you dunce g

that means open your eyes please
don't speak and just keep
your mouth shut cuz it's filled with guts

gettin' pooted...your weak
I'll rip your dollars from you
gettin' jewed, every week, LOOTED!

Take your paycheck and go cash it
Go buy some hash and acid
Trip the **** out then do a couple back flips
Somersaults, gainers off the high dive, that ****

Bummer dolts! Ski lines with thunder volts
Three goals a hat trick, insane Bolts
Fast **** like a flash
lightning quick, Usain bolts, a dash
my ass is hot **** i'm frightening bitch
I'm bitin into glass bottles spittin' marbles


Down the hash theres a pass, flawless
like your playing the Colts, marvelous
You fella's just pacin' I'm Peyton
like them boys said I've been patiently waitin
So pass the grass I'm hyperventilating

Damn son don't you know how I ride? Just like that with my hat to the side
Better straighten this out I'm bout to collide
into sum **** much bigger than us
Inside I know I can't handle it, the trust
its such an issue I must
Resort to hatred with lust
It sucks but I get so jealous
To the point I'm like Ta hell with this
Just let go and tell us
the truth.

Fight music by D-12

my own verse!


this plane is aiming for a day of inhumane strain
two towers toppling down causing insane pain
the rain sweeping away sources keeping us sane
sniff some cocaine, sip some champagne
like david blaine controlled are brains
and made us do same as kurt kobain
2 barrels down down are necks, and let are insides express
explain why we aint staying in this game, for another sec
the games been drained for every grain and excess
of success, try n guess his name
its lil wayne obssesed with fame and not proggressing the game
i cant contain it anymore, i posses the flame i cant ignore
its time to end the ways of wayne and young money for..
this time and age and the right place for civil war
so ima keep spitting more
and fight music by hitting yours!

You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth!
Dudu C, back on the grind spittin’ crap in the booth
If my mouth was filled with guts, I’d spit as bad as you do
I’ve just covered you up with **** - I just spat at you too {*hoch-spit*}
You wouldn’t know how to ride if you sat in canoes
Swimmin’ across ****’s Creek carryin’ a paddle with you
You got R. Kelly on your mind? Too much jelly in your spine
‘Cause you think about givin’ head to kiddies all the time
Or maybe you like listenin’ to Kevin Federline
Talkin’ about bein’ “Crazy” with Britney in his rhymes?
‘Cause your lines are just as bad and shitty, whereas mine
Actually make sense when you’re flickin’ every line
I know deep down that you’re diggin’ every rhyme
And you feel a pain inside that just gets you every time
You log on to your computer, and the second that you find
A new verse on a2k fresh and improvised
You simply can’t **** with these weapon sets of mine
‘Cause my arsenal contains a much better set of nines
I can blast you with objects and sentences combined
Multisyllables and wordplay cleverly entwined
I don’t like ‘em spread out, they’re better intertwined
So you know how good they sound, when they’re pitched on different lines
These sweet pleasant sets of rhymes benefit in kind
‘Cause each energetic line represents a dime
I’m marked by strong spirits, effervescences are high
Always developin’ myself as a betterment in life
At the same time, I relax, settle and unwind
Chill out, lay to rest with these sedatives of mine

I don't ride in canoes I glide in them
say Hi to hoes then dive in them
I spit crap out my mouth like your mothers cookin'
*hock spit* you'll get ur cock split by me
When your not lookin'
we'll run up on you with that ****
flip you open quick, bookin'
Fishin in **** creek hookin Crappie
Naughty boy so slap me I should probably
wash my mouth out cuz I'm nasty
Sexy smile, well dressed, classy
Mobile, agile, fragile, ASK ABOUT ME
I say my name Loudly
I'm so proud you can hear my heart pound
Out loud, holler, shout, Louder Now

You think your rhymes are really complex
Better check your phone cuz its silly text
Bills and checks it gives and takes,
Im a vending machine eating your debby cakes
I've been fiening for my head to not ache
I don't need medicine I love this pain in my body
its great **** a sedative i'll take
this notebook and keyboard

You’re used to pain – seems like you’re displayin’ your age
Nobody has the heart to come CLEAN in this day and age
Face it – you thought you could beat me, but you couldn’t
My rhymes ARE complex, you’ve just barely understood them
Now you look suspicious ‘cause I’m comin’ at you with a verse
And all without someone throwin’ a spanner in the works
I’m stickin’ you, and you’re all mad and it just hurts
You got a knife through your chest – the heart’s splat out all the dirt
on the pavement, causin’ a heart attack makin’ you jerk
Havin’ a relapse, fuckin’ cardiovascular at worst
Shook with anxiety, yet this bastard’s got a nerve
To come at me with somethin’ stupid, it’s bad and it’s just worse
Like Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em tryin’ to rap – it doesn’t work
Doin’ the mobile phone swagger, trap-dancin’ on your turf
Flawed like Gargamel tryin’ to devour all the Smurfs
With Azrael freakin’ out, hackin’ all the furs
Now this is what I call a chain reaction rap
I’ll just sit back and find out how this babe reacts to that
Get off the subject – your baby rap is wack
You’re crazy in a bad sense and a maniac at that

**** it ima battle YOU PROFF!

proff and force? a battle created by satan
i aint waiting, you and illustraight to busy debating
whos gonna buried and whos body needs cremating
when ive finished blazing your faces,
im instating these amazing phrases as im raising
elavating above the world you still tryna escape in
you could spit 2012 barz ill suffercate them in stages
im practically a free mason, straight from dark ages
im the spark of this labatory but the proff is just racist
your ******* hating on everybody who lyrics get ratings
i aint hating, you battle everyone on this pages
except for me, now im raging you may need to translate this.......
you f@**ing c*nt, stop mating with c*ck sucking slaves bitch



hahaha no offense proff you are one of the best on this site. ILLUSTRAIGHT aswell!! you guys bring it every time, i cant really judge myself but what do you guys think? lol
peace proff:)

show me a mic
ill defy the laws of science physics
when my lyrics smother these ******* walls with hydroglyphics
realing in spirits to suck the souls from all these bitches
you witnessed reincarnation
im so sedistic and twisted the mics on fire when im spitting
and splitting your handwritten lyrics
im commiting to savage killing spitters with wishes
sitting in their kitchen smoking spliffs and sipping
on 250 pounds worth of whiskey
these rich snitches and got a dream to be wishing
they will get stitches and take a swim with the fishes

alright bitches guess ill start
im the leader of the rappers with the commanding part
im the loced out bitch wit plenty of swagger
**** yo mama all night bitch she be calling me ,ick jagger
ill play that bitch like a baseball game
then **** yo sister so hard i wont remember her name
so next time you go battling with me
just surrender cause ill leave you in plee

Gut, I'm an aussie rapper, You what we do?
We say our rhymes and piss on you
We tie you to the ground when no ones around
We slit ya throats and listen for the gurgling sound
We are ******* legends, ****-ing guns
If I see you in the street, you better ******* run
When I catch ya I'll **** you in the face,
big fat smile saying "Yeah G'day Mate"
Come up with more rhymes you weak little ****
'Cause you wont beat me in a ******* one on one
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