Neverending Rap Battle

lemme grab a camera and aim
capture this frame
Raps ina mannor of pain , trapped ina cage
whilst rappers are reaking havoc on stage
im speaking ina language that says
we are in need of dramatic change

mainstream is forming a cloud to drop down
on the underground and burns us out like acid rain
im charasmatic face spitting at a rapid pace
willing to pound any man who wants to handle my crown

i solomely swear on my colony commonly
known as the bodies of quality constantly following policys

that the rap game unfortunentlty is no comedy

so please have some modesty and rest in peace the novelty
of beats with hoes, wobbling their bootys probably conciously

we are real rap so dont compare us to nominees like wayne
and his possy of odditys

Rapper your get turned like a Spatular
Im attacking ya faggot, do ya have the stamina
Cant hold on then you best grab a bannister
Ill manhandle your vocab like mic jack
does his passenger
and i know im quite vasculer, coz raps in my veins
and i guess your an ametuer
im the manager, your just a janitor
balancing your job through your porn calender
picking up my old lyrics like a scavenger
your destined for nothing,and you say your a challenger?
I TREAT RAP LIKE ALGERBRA
BUT YOUR STARVING FOR FAME
ARE YOU NOT FROM AFRICA?

On the mic I’m stupid, they’ve never heard a man this reckless
I wouldn’t have a rapper4life even if I had a death wish
Me and charlie attack this bredren
Smack his head in
This guy’s got a mass addiction
From the crack he’s sniffin’
The smacks we give him
Have earned this guy an ass infection
And they told us to turn the other cheek; just ask a Christian
I bet he earns money from his divorces
Just ask his women
A straight-up pussy, so we can call this cat a kitten
Let’s call this fag a chicken
**** it, I can’t be bothered to organise my rhymes
It’s just a waste of my time
So I’ll just spit a constructive line to go with the verse I’ve written
These motherfuckin’ words I’m spittin’
Should make him learn his lesson
I got calories as fire-arms, I feel hot every time I burn my weapons
And burst his appendix
Next thing that happens, his nerves are twitchin’
‘Cause the sick verse I come up with
Makes a turn in his stomach
I got heat for this faggot – crisp burnt from the oven
Turn it up to 1000 degrees, you’d turn steel into butter
I melt him like a snowman, leave this idiot smothered
I’ve served him; he’s been leniently punished
For tryin’ to play with us, he’s inconveniently puckish
And if you don’t know what “puckish” means, I suggest you look it up
I just took this whole rap mess and shook it up

man i got some bad writers block

christmas ha Happy holidays
had some crappy holidays
all the days , i could'nt afford a present
from being on the street to in the defendants seat
sat there on christmas
everyones opening there wishlist
and ur only there to witness ,
n take some pictures ,
told your gonna get kicked out
or go to jail
so now that you know the tale
know i will not fail
ima provide whether i die, or get ya'll to tell the truth, an stop living a lie
givin a spine for my first christmas , been walking with it since
the loss of innocence in a pinch never lost my nerve ,
just use the adreniline surge
ppl say calm down
i'll pop the lid an make you swallow um now
the dope inside the placebo
is this wrong crowd ? untill I grab the mic an release my appetite
raps r tight capture life within the colleseum have ta fight
have to write have the light bulb over my head
have the might to brawl all night when yea eyes sober no longer red
step in to a lab pen n pad it enigmatic habit
to break the sequence to secrets an cause static
couple million years ago i was raw at it
hip hop head bboy breakin addict to this life
never panic , gotta plan it , orbit the cyph
hire a few alien's to mix, master , an record it right
sort to use a sword ta fight
sorta hype with the vocal chords aight
damn
your tight
ur lemon lips
suck on this
the microphones like pussy i don't give a **** on this
honest i give an orgasm ,
what i came to accompish mother earth to release ya aura's plasma
prof take ya breath away , make you look forward to asthma



PEace Merry Christmas Happy Holidays Prof

**** it..
you coulda sent me an autograph or a letter
when ever mornings passed
i always think of answers to whether
my haunted past
has made you think im part of the lectur's
did my passel of heath ledgers ass in a blender
get you startled
such a marginal error
it would be my pleasure to send regards
through an arsenal terror
now hearts at the end of its tether
and im starting to regret ever
letting you get cemented into my head
its best if we just layed our relashionship to bed
and let it rest
i feel like my parts already been said
but you dont wanna know me
so i guess i may aswell be dead
but hey, this anger isnt just coz of reject
im kinda messed in the head....
and no more medicine is left
i guess it may have been them..........

boy, yo lyrics suck lyk yo mama does to ma ballz
nd dont talk of mine, i spit out dragon ballz
i ride yo mama well, even more dan a horse
nd wen im done wit yu, boy thell be puzlin out peases to make up yo corps
i mean i make more green dan a fuckin the crop
nd iv just cut yo carear short lyk a pik dat waz croped.

I’m hagglin’ with rascals, we’re gatherin’ in coops
Talkin’ like we’re kickin’ it, rappin’ in a booth
My friends are seen in Benzes, smashin’ in the Coupes
Revvin’ up their Beamers, Ne-Yo blastin’ through the woofs (sub-woofers)
Hangin’ on the streets with a gangsta sort of youths
But half of them makes me wanna smack them in the tooth
And here come the girls, hair hangin’ in the loose
Mink-fur jackets with colour Fanta on their boots
And when the **** kicks off, they battle as a group
‘Til a man gets knocked down, with seconds to recoup
From the damage that he’s took, for the scanner to peruse
This kind of local bully can get branded as a brute
I wonder if it’s the genes or the ancestry or roots?
Or maybe it’s the history of family abuse?
Nobody knows – I don’t understand it, I’m bemused
I can never shed some light on it - dammit, I’m confused!
I’m in a ring of fighters, I didn’t ask to be bruised
I want out of here now; please can I be excused?
It’s no secret that they’ll never get their attitude diffused
They don’t take blame; it’s the next man who gets accused
They’re abusin’ their position, it’s their manhood that’s misused
And what’s more, they use that one as a ruse
It’s not a joke; it’s not funny, this man is not abused
Why can’t we all get along? Can’t we call a truce?

Ha your rap is crap
go back to the kichen whore, you need a map?
being in the hood doesn't mean ****
most of you bitches ******* reek
white little bitches thinking they all bad
now thats so ******* sad

Bitch you ******* suck
your rap is so crap what the ****
if you that ******* rich and bad ass
get out your moms basement you fatass
still watching dragon ball z bro
dam little kids suck and cant flow
you cant do **** to anyone whore
since your rap is so poor
i can beat yo ass anytime
i take no prisoners in my rhyme

this shits gotten me thinking of hitting the bottle
sticking the whip in gear and ripping full throttle
to the brink of my morals
can you see me sinking in tears of self sorrow
the pictures clear i wont be here tommorow
living in fear is like hell although
following satans motto is a dead end like sopranoes
.................

.....
Hold up I'm confuessed ; is dis a rap batttle or a sound track ?
Fk it ; u slippin ; my name is unknown
Like ya rap is un-re-member-able
Had da stop readin aftha u told me how the beat flow
Is it me or dis dude is extra extra lamee ??
Beinnnger but dis style but my shidd got mega flames
I'm burin ; cud u help me ; cud u help me ; cud u help me please
Sup widd all dem side converstations ; in yo rap dat I was readin manee
Time 4 me da save u from ya failure dat u tryed spittin mane
Next time u try ; dnt try at all
Feel my flames ; is it hot anoff ? ;
Or do I gotta throw n dem big asz words ; n make u blush
Lemme b like u *beat gets louder×
Yea hush
Lol

Your name is “unknown”? No wonder we don’t know what your name is
We don’t even know what the **** your game is
We don’t even know what the **** you’re sayin’
Is your verse a game of crosswords? What game are you fuckin’ playin’?
Do you come from an unknown force?
Or are you just a sample from an unknown source?
You call yourself “direction unknown” – you don’t know which way you’re headed
But if you’re thinkin’ of strollin’ THIS way, forget it!
Your name IS “un-re-member-able”
Your name itself is totally unmemorable
You’re like a traveller with a shitty bag
Walking around in the dark, without a little spark
in the sky to guide you through the crippled path
Kiss my “asz”! You’re nothin’ but a spittle fag
Who tries to spit a beat in the end of his little stanz (stanza)
But ended up dribblin’; shut it up, little bitch!
Keep your trap shut before I **** it up a little bit!
Don’t diss my guy mic-holder
I’ll hoist you by the right shoulder
Turn you upside down and stone you with ice boulders

Test me, you'll collide with a black man with a native ancestry
I'm professionally able to cook up flows with a delicious recipe
The only time you 'known' is when ya poppin ecstasy
Second guessin me will only make me destroy your destiny
Intellectually i'm expectionally gifted
My freestyles can eliminate your lil pesky writtens
Fuckin clown actin like you can't get shot
You not even a product of hip hop, bitch stop and kick rocks
One hollow to your mouth will make your lips pop
I got 4 assault riffles, 100 greenades and 6 glocks
Its time to put a end to you unknown wack banger
I got 100 G's jus like me and they all got the same anger
It'll remain danger until you confess to da rap God
Bitch i'm da closest thing there is to the black mob
**** the indirect talkin............
I'll have ya family every year comin to check ya coffin!

Yo i'm back like a spinal cord....This site will never die damn...Word ma ninjas

when did u start calling people ninja's?

Round 1880

Battlin me again, I think you’re delirious
You suck so bad, I can’t even take you serious

You rap worse than Miley Cyrus.
Now you’re gonna lose to a kid that’s Irish.
We’re the whitest country the world’s ever had
Losin to one of us, that’s just sad.

You only talk **** when you’re safe at your computer.
I think now it’s time for T-dogg to get neutered

I use the same rhymes every time, according to you.
You might wanna check your facts, all my lyrics are brand new.

You don’t know what you’re talkin bout, you don’t have a clue.
It’s all out my head, its comin out of the blue.

White face and red cheeks, looks like you got a fever.
And your teeth look like one of your parents was a beaver.

I’ll go forever, and keep rhymes comin all day,
Am I gonna stop soon? Son you better pray.

Cause I’ll ruin your reputation and I’ll mess with you’re head.
I’ll embarrass you so bad that you’ll wish you were dead.

You like to act like you're 50 Cent
But in the gym locker room you're always pitchin tents.

You say I’m gay, but I want you to pause it.
I’m still waitin on you to come out of the closet.

Losin to Reed, then me, and now me again.
You getting your ass kicked is becoming a trend.

I got enough rhymes to go on for years,
But if I don’t stop now, you’re gonna be in tears.

I beat you again, but I don’t think you learned,
When you **** with me, then you’re gonna get burned

Talkin bout T-dogg? And someone losing to Reed? I aint never seen those guy on this forum....That **** don't belong here

revenge is sweet
do you expect me to accept defeat
lemme intercept, keep it in depth on a beat
with a pen and a sheet ill correct what you speak
directly perfect your adversity
i heard you though you was merking me
verbally you wont be concerning me
coz your still learning G
your certainley purposeley tryna swap words and verses with me
more urgently than maternity leave
i got more tricks up my sleave
to kick you pricks off your feet
your a bigger cock than bird off sesame street

admit it im killing you bitches with viciousness spit
from the illest of lyrics
invisioned as a kid in his kitchen
wishing to take rap as religion
i say thanks to my vision as it reacted
with emmaculate spitting
my dad diddnt think i could handle
my natural ambition

Get steppin nigga,
'Fore i pull the trigga,
Compared to your weak ass, nigga i'm bigga,
This clown gettin stomped out, check it, his makeup smeared.
Them 5 rounds in his crown leave this battle clear,
Top of the mountain, I'm the King You hear?
Like the bitch from Fantastic Four, I Say Flame ON!, you disappear.
**** man wheres my beer?
Smacked this nigga so hard, looks like the deer,
In the headlights, With the mic like,
Check check 1-2.
**** this dirty little jew.
Your bitch smile big, with me she got screwed.
Shot a load when she blowed, it was right on cue.
Thats right, i said it. What the **** you gonna do?
you know what? **** this and **** you too.
I roasted this wack rapper, toasted his krew.
Keepin it fresh, while i'm slingin my techs.
Slugs enter your chest, and put you to rest.
you be givin it your best, but i'm bringin it home.
He says shalom before my chrome strikes his dome.