Neverending Rap Battle

**** iRAP your ****, ima spit with proff
your lost, this is neverending rap, get off
you soft spitter go suck cock, its bitter
and hits the spot quicker
ill never not, be the winner
your a beginner

that was to iRAP btw, ill reply to are battle next!

Buckjoe Really?
you going with bleyrm
i heard his rhymes, there tight
but you the fool trying to be a nigga,
talkin yo ****.
your never gonna be a on a track your the 1st timmer
maybe come back once you quit yo immature ****.
im 2 good 4 you. respect goes to bleyrm with the sick flow.
your mama was bitting my dick allday.
her pussy bleed till fuckin 2012
you getting of rid of who ?
no one cause you cant do ****,
your nothing but another wigga trying to be a nigga.
so suck my dick hater.
your the ************ thats suckin my dick allday
your dreaming that you could be me.
flinestones go with this game, flying through the game
you cant keep up with the kronik flow , you havent even taken a hit.
dont talk about **** you dont know about. your 1st time and your last,
your rhyme is lame like i was on time with this ****.
give you respect for kissing my ass.
you'll try and get better at suckin my dick cause your never gonna be better
so make this your last 1st rhyme and your last rhyme Bleyrm gets my respect.
i love the flow with the killer lyrics .
thats my spit , take it and leave it at where is . dont even try to spit back.
this is your 1st and your last now get of his nuts.
MURDAVILLE MOVEMENT

Life Is So Short, And Death Is So Long
Very Little's Right, The Rest Is So Wrong
I Don't Wanna Blink, I Keep My Eyes Open
Treachery's Afoot, Deep Lies Woven
Vile As Whole, I'm Dark And A Downer
Were Fish Out The Tank, Startin To Flounder
In A New Element, All Of Its Irrelevant
I Don't Trust The Government And Doubt Our Intelligence
We're Socialy Insane, Focused On The Pain
They Say Time Heals All But I Ain't Noticed Any Change
Same 'ol Thing, Just Another Day
We Don't Solve Our Problem We Jus Run Away
Gloomy And Morbid, A Sculpture Remain Nameless
Growin Up Outcasted In A Culture Full Of Brainless
Zombies All Around, Fall Into The Deep End
Lyin' In A Dream, All Of Us Are Sleepin'

it's A Wrap! I Didn't Feel Like Writin

let me initiate myself, a participent of building of hell
introducing the conclusing before the truth had yet excelled
i stand tall in this booth explaining the true ruins of this world
proffesor spewing lyrics thinking he propels this copter aiming it straight for hell
i hate to tell, but this girl is just a illusion of potters spell
a rapper adding confusing lyrics and dwells on the point he tells
farewell proff, your to big headed to be a rap personel
so stick to blowing shells in the hood,
or are you strong enough to repel?



AAAAAAAH WRITERS BLOCK!!!!!!!!!

my speach is killing em'
ripping their superstecions as i invision
a mission where my incision blows these rappers into millions
cervillions winessing rap demolition lyrics as ammunition
politicians should give rap a definition
of a teenager killing the positions
of opposition musicians with recognition
when they have no lyrical ambition
im a synical appasition of a miracle rapmatician
typical serial cat
clinical lyrical stats
every syllable in raps
catergorising
fact with fiction

yeah im lyricaly gifted
but the only thing thats twisted
is your neck if you cross my path
you will feel my rath cos you stink , you need a bath
oh yeah and here i'll be cind and clear you path of the crap u been spittin
while ive been splittin your girl
in the front room while you dream about the hooker called pearl
who gave you 4 kinds of std
cos you banged her up a tree
so she didnt see you dick like a flea
and now you can see that fuckin with me is real sill-ee

I listen to beats more then i do rappers
beyond ,spitting the same song , have a goal in mind to capture
what kinda cheques they written ya names on , game on
callum records what you got ya play on
graffiti flows spray on
emcee's
till the days gone
n they gone
use there gray matter
stay strong
add a strum to string theory
battle drums to help ya think clearly
between the calouse of my thumb always got some ink near me
some led in my hand a pencil or
a can a
canvas a stanza'a answers
an a anthem
can jist aswell diss
jealous cats till there face swell
cause they can't come up with it
death warrant dragon breath get torchin
ima take ya fortune cookie
ima dope emcee snortin rookie's
rhyme the dopamine ,ya'll a divine joke to me
like did adam n eve smoke the weed
or immaculate conception
when it comes to ur mac u either get smacked or get step in
super stack the epinephrine (adrenilin)
you pack to much estrogen
you really wanna come up positive on a pregancy test again?
get fucked up ? giving birth to a thought
this is a mic battle , u might babble loose ya wit
loose ya **** , when ya loose ya bitch , ya loser bitch
ya shoes'll fit ,on the telephone wire, ring u up
string shoes up put in the ring,only one king erupt
he bring the stuff ,no discussion when his flow is bustin
the heart beat of soldiers rushin turn skulls ta mush n
n impact called concussion created this lil thang call combustion
a big bang doesnt have ta be even half a thee size of a big brain
i drop on classic beats majesty of a masterpiece ,
you'll be seeking amnesty if ya blasphemy
graf a .387 an blast a piece , YO I Gotta pee
so im gonna peace ,buy u a lottery
ticket
have a better chance then when you bother me
crusade on stage slaughter beats
gotta feed the dogs there meat


Peace Prof

Alright yall **** its pretty good but hear me out,
i got the kinda sour rhymes to make a happy nigga pout,
everything do i become the best call me king,
got enough money to take all your bitches out in a limosine,
i gots more talent just spitten,
im faster than Chris J and got hands like Witten,
but enough about me lets hear what yall got,
cause ima be here all day and i can do this all night.

im dillusional spewing gruesome lyrics including you all a sadistic spirit so sick and twisted concluding grouping you fools then physically moving you in your 2's where ill persue in bruising all you critics who predicted i would never make music for all but now my incisions ripping your former superstecions it was my decision to take rap as a religion all you cats who invisioned me working in a burger king kitchen wishing i was on the stages spitting can sip on my piss whilst listening to my urban version of me spitting certain facts on tracks you will never manage this ravage savage attack theres no establishing that, when i touch the mic your pratically vanish into a passage help captive with a active lyrical bomb consequences are to graphic to rap on this song even more graphic than a classic catholic having sex before marriage my language may be to complex for you to understand every man who called me average will feel the full force and damage of my phycological power i package but forget the past, lets live in the moment

im dillusional spewing gruesome lyrics including you all
a sadistic spirit so sick and twisted concluding grouping you fools
then physically moving you in your 2's where ill persue in bruising
all you critics who predicted i would never make music for all

but now my incisions ripping your former superstecions
it was my decision to take rap as a religion
all you cats who invisioned me working in a burger king kitchen
wishing i was on the stages spitting
can sit on my dick whilst listening to my urban version
of me spitting certain facts on tracks
you will never manage this ravage savage attack
theres no establishing that,
when i touch the mic your pratically vanish into a passage
help captive with a active lyrical bomb
consequences are to graphic to rap on this song
even more graphic than a classic catholic having sex before marriage
my language may be to complex for you to understand
every man who called me average will feel the full force and damage
of my phycological power i package

My Memories Sometimes Try To Be A Friend To Me
But They Really Enemies, Jus Pretendin To Be
They Sendin Me Into A Place That Makes It Empty To Me
I Wish They'd Stay History, And I Could Block It Out
Walkin Around, Hearin Thoughts Of Those Talkin Down
Bitch I Ain't Starvin Now, I Got Mine And Now I'm Made
Had To Do It My Way, And You Might Hate
But No One Else Helped, So Go Fight Chase
I Don't Need The Drama, I've Had Enough In Da Past
Someone Dyin In A Crash, Wake Up With Ya Wallet Missin Cash
Ya Rides Missin And It's In A Ditch, Ya It's Sad
The Memories Is So Real To Me, Jus Can't Fit Em In A Rap
Too Many Memories, And Most Of Them Is Bad
What's Worse Than That Is Wonderin How Long You Gonna Get To Last

its the survival of the fittest and its time to rhyme and ignite statistics so tonight i will be winning when my lyrics rip your vital wishes its like dejavu the cycle just keeps reappearing are you hearing me whispering when your sleeping are you feeling me breathing whilst your speaking am i the being thats keeping your heart beating ima criminal slash subliminal lyrical animal slashing your windpipe you wont be singing no hyms tonight minimal sympothy for wannabe g's honestly im solomely swearing on my colony commonly known as the bodies of quality who obviously follow my policy that the rap game unfortunently is no comedy so please have some modesty and wipe of the novelty of sex and hoes wobbling their bootys probabably self conciously im the real rap so dont be comparing me to to mainstream nominees like lil wayne and his possy of odditys so compliment me and keep watching me spit with honesty but dont compare me to a rapper who looks like mohoganny with a head full of brocalli(lil wayne)

sorry for reposting the same old stuff its because im working on my demo and im slightly changing stuff so just ignore it

Package? It’s a special delivery
The postman’s arrived a little early
And he’s got a parcel for me with a first-class stamp
Stuck on the top right hand corner of the pack
And it says, “To Illustraight, with a peace sign at the top!"
How thoughtful of them - man, like it a lot!
Hmmm .... it’s not a present from DJ Quik Kid
It’s not a goodie from lunatic-def6
It’s not a gift from MC TrikstR
It’s not a peace offering from Takzila
It’s from all my friends on the forum
Theprofessor, charliesforce and mic-holder
And it’s got a little message in it
Sayin’, “Congrats - you got the juice, kid, represent it!”
What’s the present? Are you ready? I’m gon’ open it!
(*shakes the box*) Whoa – feels a bit heavy, doesn’t it?
What could it be? What the **** could it be?
A piece of 24-carat jewellery?
Maybe it’s a Scalextric electric racetrack?
Damn, I remember that **** from way back
My Dad bought it for me and my little brother
So every day when we’re bored, we would race one another
With the remote controls and the sounds that they made
VROOOOM! VROOOOM! Wow, weren’t they great?
I remember when I had the Sega Master System
Played it for days – I kinda mastered it some
Sonic The Hedgehog and Alex Kidd, son
They were the **** and damn, it’s still fun!
Then there was the Super NES, Sega Genesis
Damn, how I loved that 16-bit to bits!
Had the PlayStation, then the PlayStation 2
That 32-bit console was way too cool
I sold that - all I have now is this rad computer
I’m a student in writin’, and rap’s my tutor!

did you see that , flying across the page Ink-Credible!
Ultra-Genetic code , Assault the faults of society send um to medical
livin within cult society ,
waiting for another official using lies as speach ,
federal an municipal systems
make yall look at eachother n just wanna diss um

u think if Ink's, put in this situation , he sit quietly ?
move swiftly move quickly move silently
get in the grove an apply the beat
an astrophysical bottle rocket that defy the feets of Physics
flash past the speed a light a minute
this specific SuperHero leaves night diminished
when ya fight for whats right , u fight ta finish
put ya life in this , a light chemist
dna synthesis ,
these files are above ur pay grade we can't get into this !
waving a hand an a fist
can get ya saved or burn to a crisp
have some superhuman formula that can turn you into this
dissappear in the mist ,in ta history,
fights against
the ministry the industry , in the streets
n defeats , them fleets , releaseing E.M.P.s
sitting in a quantum flux an he just wants some peace in the streets
some peace in the peeps , so maybe the decent can get some sleep
its a marvel a wonder an new comer to the forces of Good vs Evil

... So now we’re stuck in a conflict between Jesus and Satan
Heaven and Hell, between deceivers and saints
Not a kin to Jesus, but if I believe in Him, great!
Kudos to the Messiah for helpin’ me keep all this weight
And by “weight”, I don’t mean the kilos and weights
of fat in my body, I mean those kilos of WEIGHT!!!!
Motivation is stoppin’ me from bein’ overweight
I reckon I should stop eatin’ those Weeto’s and cakes
And stick to eatin’ fibre in those Weetabix cakes
Muesli, oat bran or the bran cereal flakes
With vitamins C, some of A, vitamins B1 and 8
Riboflavin, folic acid and calcium phosphate
If I pour milk, that’s some more calcium on my plate
That’ll help me get rid of all this beef that I hate!
Never was a fan of science, but that’s a hella lot of chemicals
Those acids inside me equal a belly lot of radicals
Tryin’ to keep my strength up, get my belly off that pedestal
A lot of rocks in me like Evian with the minerals
You fuckers can say what the hell you want and ridicule
My obesity, joke about my heavy corpulent image too
But I don’t get as heavy as America does
To all the American ones – no offence to you, buds
Fatty sons-of-bitches – do I offend you that much?
I don’t give a ****, bitches – take offence if you must
But I’m warnin’ you, eat too much ketchup and buns
You gonna end up bein’ today’s special in tonnes
I’m not a professor, a dietician or a lecturer, son
Think about your health before you are the next to be done

A LITTLE HEALTH ADVICE TO ALL OF YOU IN THE U.S. AS WELL AS THE REST OF THE WORLD – DON’T BINGE! STAY FIT!

Pushin And Pullin, It Seems As If I'm Losin My Hold
Livin On Only In The Stories In My Music I've Told
Now I Can No Longer Recognize A Bar In A Beat
I'm Starvin To Eat, Once Again To Be A Part Of The Beef
Regardless Of Me, Music Has Found A Way To Strive
It'll Leech Off The Speech Of Others And Stay Alive
And A New Emcee Takes The Mic And Starts Learnin The Ways
So That's All I Can Do Is Hear The Blasphemy And Turn In My Grave
How Is My Purpose Displayed? can't Mark The Terror
How Can I Make And Imprint On A Beat That'll Last Forever
Memories Of Back In The Past, I Was Focused Then
When My Spirits And Lyrics Seemed To Know No End
Now I've Come To A Dead Stop, Red Hot But Coolin Down
It's Like I Learned My Lesson For Some Time And Now School Is Out
I've Been Left To Wander With No Place To Go
Music Use To Take Control, But Now It Replaced It's Home

"HATERS CONVERSATION" Look....

(Hater 2's Phone Ringing)

HATER2: hello, I know it's you, saw it on the caller ID
HATER1: hurry, log on to OM, can't believe what i see
HATER2: k, wont take long, i got high speed
HATER1: so, i had it first, you jus tryin to be like me
HATER2: anyways i'm there, WOW!
look at what the fool is tryin to sell now
HATER1: yup, mic-holder dropped another drop, claimin he's the king
read it, JEEZ!!! he's such a dweeb
HATER2: yup, there he goes claimin he's a keen emcee
PLEASE!!!, i bet he don't even know his abs's
he keeps sayin he's a player, he keeps sayin he keeps da freaks
and i bet everybody knows solo is how he creeps
HATER1: he is so annoyin, why don't we collab and destroy him?
us, we got bars so hard, if can't afford 'em
cause it will be easy, wont be nothin to it
can't wait till we win so we start rubbin it in
HATER2: what? i got distracted, what is it you was sayin?
i was disgusted listenin' how his jewels flashin? (Lol in the background)
HATER1: you sure dude? i think you laughin at his rappin
that's why the distractin, and that's why you laughin
HATER2: dude, you trippin', quit it
it makes me sick when i hear him spittin
HATER1: oh, so yo do read his junk, can't believe you chuck
thought you was gonna help me cream this punk
HATER2: man, i don't need this stuff, i think you're jus jealous
your raps gets neglected, his replies imply he wrecks it
HATER1: yeah, and If they believe that, they are helpless
and if you got a problem with me, come address it
HATER2: whatever, i'm no longer a part of ya click
drool on this tip, yall are all full of ****

("CLICK!!!")
"please try your call again later"

September 14th, every year
I feel almost a year older than most everywhere
But I know that it’s early days
I’ve seen better yesteryears
I know that I have plenty years before my body’s buried here
[x2]

[ 1 ]
September is my month, ‘85 was my birth year
I was a little baby, an alibi for my first year
Witnessed my own growth, this child was the first premiere
of an everlasting movie called life - lift the curtains, yeah
This is the main feature, a feature length movie
The pitter patter of my little feet kept me movin’
From sun-up to sundown, from morning to afternoon to evenin’
Baby dreamin’ when I sleep without movement
Couldn’t remember what my first word was
But I could recite sentences the same way that a wordsworth does
As I grew older, I started solving wordsearches, puzzles
But it was the puzzles that baffled me, made my nerves hurt some
So I stuck to doin’ summer sums
At least that’s what they were called back in pre-school
Kept scribblin’ down numbers until I numbed my thumbs
Knew how to count up, even though this one was dumb
It seems that this bright kid will last throughout the summer, hon

[ Hook ]

[ 2 ]
And then there was life in the middle school, the first time I got ridiculed
Was in year 4, and it was by this guy I was sittin’ next to
Named …… nah, I’m not gonna say his name
But he was short, a little stubby, and his eyes were so miniscule
On my 10th birthday, I got to know him
I was 10 years old that time our relationship as partners were growin’
We were literally brothers, we’d even sing with each other
We would hand out pog tags and other things to each other
On my 14th birthday was about the time I started high school
Where they look at you as freshmen, they never even say, “Hi, dude!
How d’you like school? Oh, by the way – I don’t think I like you!
C’mon, I want us to fight, man - even if you don’t like to!”
On my 15th, 16th and 17th, nothing really happened
It would seem that I got my adult age clearly mastered
But the others didn’t think so mutually
They only saw me as an kid that they could pick on cruelly
Until that time we had to take our final exams
But I’m glad I got through high school despite them, I’m glad
I’ve moved on, that’s it, right to college at that
On my 18th birthday, I got the 8-Mile soundtrack
And I started listenin’ to it
with my earphones plugged into my earholes, above my little earlobes
That’s the first time I mustered a little earful
of this sickest virtuoso rapper whose stuff was a little tearful
Puttin’ complex rhyme schemes together to form complete sentences
that literally rhymed with each other separately, and that’s the key segment
to bein’ a good rapper
And his life kinda intertwines with mine
I handwrite my finest lines of autism on these rhymes of mine

[ hook ]

[ 3 ]
On my 21st birthday, that’s when I finished college in Langley
And went to college in Windsor
Things were kinda a bit different
I was sat in a classroom full of one guy and more bitches
who couldn’t even figure out which fashion style they were into
But I got used to it, I couldn’t complain
What the **** was our tutor’s name?
“Sue” something, but it sounded like somethin’ from a computer game
It seemed that everybody was into pop music playin’
On the stereo when I was displayin’ artwork onto the lunette frame
Shakira Shakira, 1980’s dance troupes is prayin’
Over techno snare beats, the loudness drove this dude insane
But I couldn’t say anything
Plus I couldn’t play any of my songs because I knew they’d berate me
On my 22nd, I got my first job packin’ all types of ****
Marvin’s Magic things into boxes and typewriter bits
Featherweight wrappers, car manuals and ISO clips
Playing cards and lots of multi-coloured biro pens
On my 23rd, I got my first pair of trekking boots
On my 24th, I got a text message, ooooh!
On my 25th, I was supposed to get a camera
But I’ll have to save some bread for that one
But that’ll eventually happen
Nobody knows what the future holds for my 26th and beyond
But I reckon by the time I’m 26, I’ll be gone
Movin’ out, kissin’ my mother on her lips before I move on
And that’s just about all I got to scribble in this song

[ hook ]