Neverending Rap Battle

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

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[ 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

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[ 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

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I'm nasty like cig-breth. Fast as zig-tech.
Spit big bread, pinch loafs
Get head, qlench quotes, get rich...

Notables for quotables with pen strokes
I been broke since different strokes
Lifting hopes UP, jumpin' ropes YUP
Another man that just goes for broke
Down the Scope...

I spit to drain
Wash away this pain
Clear a way my brain
Shed a tear my mane
Dead a year I slain
Karma, I fear this game
Harm her, I swear your lame
Danger is near the lane
Anger here lit my flame
and I know I'm to blame.
I know I'm to blame.

ok enough of this whack **** u lot typing when u kno ur gonna get whacked kid so just sit back in ur arm chair and staire at the word as they all become clear
and resemble a master piece of writing like picaso or van goff or whoever u relate to cos my lyrics are harmless until the timer runs clear then its world war 3 appocalypse now na its judgement day so prepare my young brethrin and say ur prayers cos clips fully loaded with the words from gods prayer

your going through changes?
im changing the way i dispay my fuel of hatred
im hating this weight of rage fronting my real corageous ways
now im debating whether my concious has been replaced by a surrogate

i appreciate my current state of feeling great before it starts to fade
then kicks in the internal pain and strain i cant contain, is it fate
or is it jutst another stage of my wasted life ive thrown away
as before i stated
grevious pain is making me explain my ways on sites and pages
this picture im painting needs to be framed and displayed for ages
of ages and races across all different nations

This is me and my laptop
I wish I had a fast drop
Fast as my fingers type
It lingers like a fart that's ripe
Nobody wants to claim it
Mark the x then frame it
Up on the wall behind a picture
make it safe cuz nobody knows your richer
than ****, up in your pent house
all your cheese is crooked, bent mouse
It hits like a dent in your Rolls Royce
5'9 down da hill, summer saults with Jill
I'm schools choice, studying my brain
Till it fill with wisdom
I don't want beef with noone
I shouldn'ta dissed um
But i was piss then and it felt like the pen
Took a hold of me
It was cold to see
The coldest me
I burnt myself
tryna get a hold of me
Third degree and still I bleed

Dudu C
what the **** you want from me?
Why you always trying be somebody when your nothing
quit bluffing you were something now your nothing
yea you go to college what else nothing?
Yea stupid ignorant **** can't even pass gen ed
you might as well get pegged like phys ed
the way your catching balls from these pussy is amazing
You'd get hit in the face even if you weren't playing
Cuz your never in the right spot
Can't make a desicion to get off
The pot and start shittin' on bitches
You walk around with more **** in your britches
Than cock, what happened you can't walk the walk?
Talk it yea, rock it, you lost it
The prophet has balls big enuf to drop kick
Clits so sexy I can't stop the twat lick
Click clack, did the clock tick?
naw that was the glock, get back kid.
Aw **** he's blasted.

Dudu C,

I swear your half illiterate
and you ain't even chill'a'bit
Nobody on here can even feel a spit
Even your realest hit
How are you going to deal with it?
Oh yea, keep rhyming an try to sell my ****.
Really? how's that gon' happen.
Another cracka gon' take a stab at rappin'
I can already here the producers laughin'
It ain't your game you delirious sucker!
might as well keep stick'n to country, yea Darius Rucker.
Claiming your the scariest ****** but your trickin'
Halloween got my tinker tickin', hella green
treated beat got me finger lickin'

Oh lord,

You've taken
and given me strength
Through ashes of burning souls
Yurning jolts
Thunder rolls
It strikes inside me
I'm alive
he had to die
but why
she's gone
I cry
Everyone has a sigh.

Haven't been here for a while :3

So you may know me as a letter out of JIG just some small time kid that you think is so prepsy, like the cover of a book you never chose to read I ain't just style there's more to me. And look at this fool just like the others he ain't got a clue, all these little things pullin at my heart strings all of them seem so bodacious as this word is so spacious.

recognize eyes open like you bin electrafied
petrified every person who tried to step inside
the circle
just ta cry about there workload
just ta try to justify that there worth more
" Prof" Came Just ta fly look at physics and just defy
, looking up at the stars aint just a sky ,
can u handle these rules of the universe
one must abide
have the good karma to speak truth when justice lies
put so much faith in honesty it would honestly crush this guy
adreniline rush , fists fly , like angel wings
immortals
watching us mortals
thinking our hunger for power is such an anal thing
who ever became king
or is to be named king
know its not just a dna thing
just don't leave this brain thing decaying laying by the gate links
relax ya great ape instincts
ya alpha-male syndrom gonna reduce ya income
throws a neuce around where you think from
know im spraying the truth its where i get my ink from
have droids marching void of ideas , wonder which media exploit
is gonna be the hot new next joint effects point blank
up in ya faith watching the facial features turn up ya face
im maverick in this game ima rhymer that'll turn up a ace
gamble like gambit , have ppl turn up the bass well they burn up the bass in the basement , the roof is on fire in every known nation a microphone stone mason step in the booth bonfire , musical notations , this dope reaching all parts of your brain aint just ya usual locations , use all ya innovation imagination adaptation patience theres stuff that makes sense
and some stuff that makes dollars
if you can't make either why bother ?
why I outta pull out a fly swatter an Acknowledge this is bothering me
i can let out my rage step on stage slaughter emcees
step of stage get on page right a charter for emcees
im not ya drunk prophet who u try to barter for empty's
or brag art bitch i'll turn ya next pedicure to toe tag art
when those frags spark ur gonna do a stub leg march
ima use the remainder to paint a tag when ya stain the street
that concrete say everything i wanna say in a beef
its a buffet , i came in ta eat
now proff got you zombies hungry 4 knowledge bitch u got brains in ya teeth

PEACE

your going through changes?
im changing the way i dispay my fuel of hatred
im hating this weight of rage fronting my real corageous ways
now im debating [=
whether my concious has been replaced by a surrogate

i appreciate my current state of feeling great before it starts to fade
then kicks in the internal pain and strain i cant contain, is it fate
or is it jutst another stage of my wasted life ive thrown away
as before i stated
grevious pain is making me explain my ways on sites and pages
this picture im painting needs to be framed and displayed for ages
of ages and races across all different nations
the greatest things will come to those with patience
im gods creation stationed and waiting
for my break, the date i will elevate create mayhem
the game will never be the same

im sorry to say that i wont spray happilly
until my mind games spread gradually causing a tradgedy
and all the insanity practically destroys the whole galaxy rapidly

you humans dont baffle me
so call for your cavalry and watch the whole faculty
disentigrate frantically
thankfully but angrily i spotted your strategy
an actual lyrical animal causing agony
needs to be pulled down by gravity
im the raw fruit on the apple tree
eve couldnt handle me
what comes natural to me its actual-ally
a fantasy to wannabe rappers trapped in their vanity

We’re all trapped in a virtual insanity
That couldn’t be matched with the insanity we have now
This reality of ours - got the whole government ignorin’ us
‘Cause Britain keeps takin’ in too much foreigners
It’s all because – the Minister’s plannin’ to make pointless cuts
of benefits; whether there are three, six or four of us
Livin’ in the same household, but there’s more of us
We don’t even exist anymore, we’re nothin’ more than dust
Meanwhile the politics remain victorious
There’s nothin’ more inglorious
Than a bunch of corrupt politicians controllin’ the whole populace
And they claim they’re lookin’ after our best interests – yeah, borin’ stuff
I’ve heard more than enough
To last me a whole lifetime – **** is monotonous
Repetitive, more excuses just to annoy us
Which is why we’re always caught in the turmoil, more disorderness
When will it ever stop?
When will they ever drop the bullshit and just go on lookin’ after us?
Probably never, so I guess until then
We’ll have to keep the same clothes on and keep walkin’ barefoot again

IM GOING IN! time to intercept it, correct **** physicaly and lyrically disect the whole nexus im wreckless restless, investing in tracks to impress all against us... leave em breathless, witnessed what they diddnt expect impressed by a careless effect and resenment the question isnt what weapon you direct when threatened but your love for the game when tested for perfection do you reckon... i can elevate, project and demonstraight tell it straight, infect all with sections of lines of rhymes all the time never gonna hide my mind capabilities with lies to the blind who cant tell rap from nursery rhymes but like listening to shite rappers spit with no affection did i mention.....................................

I’m deliverin’ this verse without an envelope
I’m a mad postman and my heart is beatin’ – get out the stethoscope
I’ve got electric jolts goin’ down my neck and throat
And intense surges goin’ round my yellow bones
I’m too aggressive, I need to turn it down a mellow tone
Sweatin’ like a bitch, I’ve downed too much methadone
The fuckin’ nurse needs to come around and check my pulse
I’m unstable plus I have a very foul neck impulse
Convulsin’ when I’m freestylin’
I spit dope with sixteen’s pilin’
up like a multi-car pile-up on top of an electricity pylon
Behold of the cobra
Chokin’ these foes like boa constrictors
Just goes to show you’re no match against a poet, a victor
Emcees smartin’ off are not geniuses; they’re just retards
I’m a shark goin’ deep, I rip the meat off you and your teeth-guards
I’m standin’ ten-thousand feet tall - now try and be smart
You’re no match against this giant, sweetheart - you get teased apart

yea i kno im a chick
but who said chicks cant rap
yall must be confused,more like dicks cant rap
yall all bad asses in here thinkin yall can rap
yall jus need a slap
cuz yall barks bigger than yo bite
yall need to get a clue make yo brain work rite
half yall niggas aint got no game
yalls all jus the same yalls dicks take control
some chicks need pu**y patrol
yall need ta watch out i am back
now i need sum jack !!

{Haley Marii} white chick swagg!!!!!

hold upp wait a min emeinem cud beat yo ass down in a rap battle so jus get that strait thats y he gets paid to do it not you ook!!!!

now hold up i kno im jus a chick n an AMERICAN
but if u got a problem with us get ya stupid self back ta where ya belong i promise we wont be sad n im only pissed cuz u were saying that last comment to all americans ok n im proud to be an american !!!!

u think ur smooth, its tru u are
ur right on par
i jus turned fourteen but i got nerve
n prepare to get served


yea i kno im a chick
but who said chicks cant rap
yall must be confused,more like dicks cant rap
yall all bad asses in here thinkin yall can rap
yall jus need a slap
cuz yall barks bigger than yo bite
yall need to get a clue make yo brain work rite
half yall niggas aint got no game
yalls all jus the same yalls dicks take control
some chicks need pu**y patrol
yall need ta watch out i am back
now i need sum jack !!


n mahnster aint noo offense to u it aint all that commen to find a white dudde 14 in this i had to !!

Yeah, we ALL know that you're a chick
But the way you talk, we also know that you're a bitch
You wouldn't know how to do a swag
You're like my grandmother - all you do is brag
About, "Yeah, I'm gangsta, I can MC
Ain't none of you faggots are fuckin' with me
I'm gonna make some brand new enemies
I'll shoot them for trespassin' on my territory!"
That's all that you're good at, shorty
Someone got up from the wrong side this mornin'
I had to deal with a white chick just like you
I ripped her fuckin' tongue off and her tights too
Her name was chikkster, she was a trickster
Cocaine and **** talk was her favourite mixture
I felt sorry for her so I kissed her
Sent her some tulips sayin', "Rest in peace - I'm gonna miss ya!"