Neverending Rap Battle

ima keep it original,
spitting mystical scripts written with unreadable symbols
stating my lyrical ritual
for shizzle my nizzle

So WHAT if ima fool, better than being like u r
u think that ur supa fly when the truth is that aint hard
it aint hard to make a rhyme,
it just flows outta yo brain
if u spend time
in ur room
thinkin about it, ur insane.
but fine
just no
that im the best in this game
all u other punk ass babys are, well, ur raps are lame

i rap with relavence
the dead remembrance
9 11 we respect the evidence
people protest against what they witnessed
the silly bitches forgot their medicine
they wanna inspect the genuine skeletons
and question the deads evidence
then the presidents intelligence
people say revenge is eminent
but the devils lyrical decendent
mentions....
im not spitting with a vengeance
but these conspiricy theorys are silly-no questions
but beleive im really in possession
and weilding the most lethal weapon
in this whole motherfucking dimension
its not tucked in my wasteband
but beleive it will waste man
with venomous toxins spit straight from my snake thangs
im not discriminating or hating races
from different places who beleive
that the goverment are a fake gang
im just stating my case fam
if the goverment want a wasteland
of terrorist wasted on the uk's main land
and toppled down buildings in the states and
bin laden was paid to disentigrate the whole nation
through a terrorist invasion,
basically a global cremation
then why the ****, do we remain a population
of hypocritical yet paranoid patients
obssesed with 3 masons

Then theres illuminati
assumed to be an army of artists and political partys
targeting soon to be stars in the charts
the crafty bastards put money on their heart
and force them to sell their soul-Not Charlie
im spewing my carnage whilst tarnishing art that
runs through my arteries and charges my heart
ima soon to be star mastering and carving
my game and name
whilst self starving my brain from the same **** you hear nowdays
im no longer bottling rage
the cream of the crop never gonna stop
full throttle im rocketing straight to the top of the stage
fronting all pages waging ridiculas pay
generations of ages witnessing reincarnation of the game
never gonna be the same when i spray away
all the decay thats taken its place
im making more space
spraying my mace fluid in the face of the fake
emcees wasting the game away
i portray a fresh breath of air
surveying the way that the games displayed
everywhere
save the horrays just wait for the snare
then your see bare careers laid on the pave
and i wont waste a tear
you cant erase what aint even there
no mind games just please wait here
theres a genre to save
and not many faces care
i do it alone if thats what it takes-yeah
i am the prodigy lyrical oddysey so follow my prophecy
and colony commonly known as the bodies of quality
constantly following policy's
that the rap game unfortunently
is no comedy, so please have modesty
and wipe of the novelty of chains and hoes
wobbling their bootys probabably self conciously
i solomely swear i am 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
obviously im killing the positions of opposition musicians
who cant represent are division properly
call me a college teen wannabe copying other white emcees horribly
well ill proceed with honour G.

A2K to ye all
I'm reaching out, do you hear the call,
I want to infiltrate your brain
But this A2K crew, their all insane
I'm reaching out, want to touch your hearts
But this A2K crew are a bunch of old farts

Man your rhymes are wak,
I couldnt wait for it to end.
Im a white boy with no wife but you got a boyfriend
You try and battle me
i can rip you infron of your crew
like it never happened to me .
when they all see the 14 year old boy
spittin his own lines
bigger than great pines
one thing you dont mind
pickin the right side
steppin over my line
you cant read the sighn, no cryin
go home to moms trailor
she give you some fine dine
frozen pizza from a box
she stopped sellin the rocks
i get the 10 didgets from her
cheaper than stocks
$1.95 to enter your moms box
people call you wack you sayin you aint black
you must be doin crack,
i make you hit te sack

you see being hood aint a choice, its the soul of a being
strolling roads on ya own at 8 o'clock in the evening
making ends meat to keep ya breathing,
whilst your flats got no heating
dealing green or white despite your concious is bleeding feelings
and you might be succeeding...
but your just proceeding the cycle
feeding the vicious circle that will come around and strike you
it doesnt matter whether your black or white once spoke by michael
but this greiving life is just a hole with no light to shine through
ive seen rich kids die young because they want to be thugs
smothered with hugs by their mum before they tried to sell drugs
then left on the pave in the rain smothered in slugs, punctured lung

Hate the player and not the game
or is it hate the game and not the player?
We break layers to avoid the blame
we become empty fakes and traitors
with mistakes that shame us slayers
manipulating - we're the brain masturbaters
trained curators treatin love like an actual science
these clients are more than static appliance
the magic balance - the subtle tricks warp your mind
we're pricks that walk the talk and chalk their finds
lists of slime their bedposts
plied with lies we're the best ghosts
we'll mess with your head folks

damn no more, i have a headache

Dude, don't steal ANy of John Cena's line, nice rap though.

My lungs are punctured, my bum is numb with pain
This autistic hip-hop ************’s gone insane
His mother’s pain has filled this dummy son with rage
Makes him wanna go out and thump these fuckers dumb with blades
Fuckin’ cut them up with razors, wrap their fuckin’ skulls with chains
And pull their brains out ‘til they land spluttered on the paves
Gullible ************, comin’ up from under his cage
His rock, his hole or from whichever fuckin’ one he came
Somebody’s rattled his cage - you’ve made him lose his temper
This person standin’ on two legs has made you into a leper
I made a little sweater, that I wear on different occasions
Whether hail or precipitation or it rains in different places
And it’s made of several layers with a bulletproof vest
To protect me, in case they lay an effin’ bullet through my chest
I’m Bullet Tooth Tony – **** that, I’m Boris the Bullet Dodger
‘Cause I dodge bullets - my arsenal I pull it slower
And let it rattle you like castanets ‘til you’re laid like fuckin’ pancakes
You get punched like poundcakes ‘cause I’m on a fuckin’ rampage
Like a dinosaur: Tyrannosaurus Rex or a Triceratops
Rhinoceros-like kind of dinosaur that’ll strike you off with his giant horns
Bite you with gigantic incisors right inside his jaws
And you wonder what the **** you acted so defiant for?

illustraight was a boy deprived of his manlyhood
excited by gangs and hoods thriving on grams of kush
standing in the land of bad mandems stabbing for no good
always rapping bout being misunderstood
he would bang guns if he could
not at man, but at planks of wood

damn the faggots so bad at rapping
babbling bout things that never happened
lapping the same vocab for every single word hes sampling
from other tracks he heard on smash hits top up and coming rappers
i give up with tryna estabalish a jamming pattern
coz this fuckers so difficult its like tryna rap with catfish loool

no disrespect illustraight, just in the name of rap and humour!
i got a bit carried away at the end lol
bring sum back!

hey there proffesor quell
learn to spell
before you write lyrics thatl go to hell
you smell reall bad
want some soap?
u aint gotta hope cos my lyrics are dope
they get you so high up to the sky
ill swat you like a fly
this **** is over
GOODBYE!!!

yo yo its so depresing how much you think you can rap stop playing start spittin your rhymes/ im hilarious but its time to get serouse im gonna beat yu in this battle cause im the best who can talk **** because i can back it up im all that and your a dope so be jelouse of me of how i am but youll never be as good as me no mattter how much you try so give it a break you ******* douche!!

im a torpedo on sight have ur bicthass paralyze stepping up too me is like committing suicide u should have thought twice im the angel of death i been struck wiht a curse that deamons possesed its ride or die right here in the west so dont trip im a straight out cannon ready too explode have all u bicthass nikkas out like u overdose im cold blooded cuz the devil holds my soul still standing on my mutha fuckin toes ur bicth is nothing but a hoe ill make the world my jungle let my anger out damaged from the past no hesitation too blast check me out riskys rap westcoast livin

Tell me what da worst can happen
stop rappin, thats the only thing that'll keep me from snappin
all that lip smackin you yappin got me laughin
i'll slash em and bash em so it'll be easy to trash em
cash em like a check then slash em in da neck
i already the king of rap i don't have to aske em for respect
i get high everyday off of that indow green
while you smoke crack tweekin peepin outcha window screen
Mic Holder is the man you wanna be like
i got you rappers suckin on my rhymes like a weed pipe
bitches love when i come around
cause i pound they pussies and it reminds em of a gun sound
POWYOW yeah my dick game will snatch ya bitch
open her mouth wide so my cum can catch her lips

im right above it
flying in the night
so high i can can practically touch the sky
im the guy who can rhyme and spit lines
till my eyes swell up and cry
the games placing my name into fame
i cant complain as long as i smile before i die
im right above it

my passion was brewing since i escaped the womb
set loose-to the world i would later consume
intoo my rap room
practically a lab where i mix- pen and pad
never let my dad make me regret what i had
raw talent on tracks let me express
all my distress and excess
gotta make the best of my success
let bitches witness what they diddnt expect
from a white kid wida mic n a wishlist
turning rags to ritches
fags and bitches better stop and listen
as he ripped all your superstecions
he invisioned taking rap as religion
all the cats who invisioned him wishing
he was on the stages spitting
can suck on my dick
and swallow my kids bitch
thats the closest your get to my mission
im tempering up-dont give a **** what you think
never give up disrupting what you think
im about to errupt
self destruct all over the muck you call the rap game
facts state the games so corrupt talent aint enough
you just need a fat name
to blow up
lemme quickly show you something
i was born to grow lips and start humming
drumming rap into my ear till my head was thumping
when i touched a mic, i new i just found my one true love 'n
mum and dad always said, charlie what the **** you mumbling

if you want the rap to make sense listen to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECv50Ovprnw ...

The beat is fresh, heck of a flesh,
killing niggas like in a movie of zombies,
i give a ****? either way I kill pussies like chumbies,
Looky, I'm no eminem, i'm a dummy,
i rap 2, so don't confuse me wit yo granny,
busting pussies with a baseball bat on the head,
watch out, don't get called a rookie,
I am, but alex rodriguez will bat you off till you dead,
pussy ass niggas, i'm lyrically obsessed,
I finished off eating 2 pieces of led,
this is crazy, what the heck,
throw them pussies off my deck
I'm sorry aleck, you're a pussy, don't confuse me cus we had a bet,
what i get, a pussy? a dolla? **** ya, i'll meet yo momma after this mess,
god bless is what the priest said, hells yeah, jesus lord, what will I wear tomorrow?
let me guess, a beutiful dress? nuh huh, **** ya niggas and yo mess.

I'm an ordinary man, nothing special nothing grand
I've had to work for everything I own
I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I'd got
Enough to keep my family and my home
Now they say that times are hard and they've handed me my cards
They say there's not the work to go around
And when the whistle blows, the gates will finally close
Tonight they're going to shut this factory down
Then they'll tear it d-o-w-n
I never missed a day nor went on strike for better pay
For twenty years I served the best I could
Now with a handshake and a check it seems so easy to forget
Loyalty through the bad times and through good
The owner says he's sad to see that things have got so bad
But the captains of industry won't let him lose
He still drives a car and smokes his cigar
And still he takes his family on a cruise, he'll never lose
Well it seems to me such a cruel irony
He's richer now than ever he was before
Now my check is spent and I can't afford the rent
There's one law for the rich, one for the poor
Every day I've tried to salvage some of my pride
To find some work so I can pay my way
Oh but everywhere I go, the answer's always no
There's no work for anyone here today, no work today
And so condemned I stand, just an ordinary man
Like thousands beside me in the queue
I watch my darling wife trying to make the best of life
And Lord knows what the kids are going to do
Now that we are faced with this human waste
A generation cast aside
And as long as I live, I never will forgive
You've stripped me of my dignity and pride, you've stripped me bare
You've stripped me bare, you've stripped me bare.

Christy Moore. YE ALL.

Dude this is wack
u rap like ur on crack
u should get a smack
ur dicks the size of a tic-tac
when ever ur with men u give it to them up the ass crack
u rap like ur 57
when ever ur with naked men u scream "man im in heaven"
man ur gay
u get it up the ass all day
im cold like a Dairy Queen Blizzard
this is Lord of the Rings ur the hobbit and im the wizard
and im gonna end this with a
**** u, and have nice day

I met this dyslexic epileptic named Cedric
With a severed leg and a head mended with antiseptic
Spreaded on his bed with electrical things injecting him with venom
Looked like he was suffering a headrush or a haemorrhage
His brain is unable from sending messages like the Internet
Cause the doctor is applying venomous medicine into him
So when he spazzes out and has a seizure, his legs twitch
And gives out like a 1928 Maxwell engine
Blood drips from out of his mouth, like something from Tekken
I guess now that'll teach him a ******* lesson
That's what happens when you mix cocaine with battery acid
Or mix dangerous chemicals or inject your skin with heroin
He's a pharmaecopial pharmaceutical with a death wish
Living reckless ..... **** it, I can't think of any other sentences or adjectives

lool i like this one, time for me to come back