Neverending Rap Battle

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Hi I'm new here, hope u guys could help me improve

Yo, this dude new here, I'm showing love by rippin' off your heart
I bet it would be long for u to understand, I'm battlin' a retard
You've got to restart, game over bitch, Imma finish you off
Coz my rhymes terrorizin' worse than soldiers of the Adolf
Words like Molotov, punches blow mobbin' to your area
Flow on the water and I still fly, call me Sea Harrier

Intro
HOOK
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Round hear theres no thing as civilized
Kill or die in given time living lives are minimized
I aint spitting lies every night is a sight through a killers eyes
finished guys in the skies
They submitted their life by swinging a knife
To commited to crime now their pitted for time
Living in dirt a box with with no light
The familys hurt lotts, but its too late to turn time
Burned ashes, gathered for the Urn
And return to the earth scattered
No'one earned the worst, its justa curse that leaves you shattered
Every word and verse im rapping is packed with concern
For the fams that have had a loved carried ina black carriage
such a pitty rapping bout a city where a silly action,
gets a milli banging caps from picadilli to camden
This crime is like a chain reaction
Up the speed and proceed to defeat all surroundings

HOOK x2
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Billy wont return but he learnt being silly really
Wasnt worth trading his life for a bird
Or lerking the curbs at quarter past midnight
He never thought serving the goons on the block
diddnt fit right
Carrying a stick with no clips to ignite
Chick by his side in his whip felt fine
The end was insight but his eyes
Where blinded by **** that he wanted to vizualize at the time

got a few more lines left...

not bad but the main thing is to let it rhyme,

Aight. Check this.

Blitzkrieg? What are you, a f***ing Nazi?
Think you'll be famous and get all the paparazzi?
Think you can tame us, get all the girls just like a Yahtzee?
Whatever man, I'll just tear you limb from limb,
Easier than Undertaker on Tiny Tim.
You got the polio, you can't walk away from me.
I'm more crazy than Cornholio, There's nothing left of you, see?
I'm a vegetarian, but that means that I only ate...
you, after i put you in a vegetable state.
I'm outie man, this guy ain't worth my time,
ecspecially because his last 3 lines didn't even rhyme.

thx =)

I'm new here so I need yours all of thoughts
As the experience cannot be sold or bought
I hold the fort, to get my flows go smoothly
Punches so fast like shadow fist of Bruce Lee
Abusively, my rhymes gonna rip off your soul
This ain't soccer, but I still kick off your balls

"this ain't soccer, but i still kick off your balls"

Lol dawg ya shits nice

thx xD

Ma remix of 50 cents BACK DOWN....I like that instrumental ;-)

Hook
Its easy to see when you look at me
if you look closely, bitch i don't BACK DOWN
every where i go both coasts wit toast
eastside, westside, i hold that MACK DOWN
every little nigger you see around me
hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
next time you in the hood and see an ol G
you ask bout me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN

Verse
Mic-holder is state to state comin through jus to crush towns
I'll rob you, you'll have ya hands in da air like a ref after a touch-down
I like to rap dudes whole face black and blue
Especially when i smack ya in da grill with a bottom of da track shoes
I come with logic that keeps me with a huge bank deposit
Who else on da streets da hardest that grew up in da projects
Nobody has da decency or flow frequency to compete with me
Beef with, you'll end up ya feet and teeth deep in da sea
Ima boss, all you other clowns need to get lost
Getcha **** tossed in da air like a football kick off
We had a deal, but you fucked up now da shits off
Hot shot gun shells to ya ass will make you look like a rocket on lift off

Hook

[Hook]
It’s really simple to know
That you’ve just pissed off a pro
I cock my **** back and blow, ‘cause I don’t BACK DOWN!
Everywhere that I walk
There are people who like to talk
Chitter, chatter and squawk – just shut your TRAP NOW!
I’m not an idiot, you see
Just because I listen to the crap you quip about me
I’m about to blow my GAT! POW!
Don’t think that I’m gullible
Just ‘cause I took some stuff from you
I’ve really had enough of you - I won’t BACK DOWN!

[Verse]
I don’t back down, I’m not the type of chicken to back out
But you ruffled my feathers, I cock my **** back and (Ka-PLOW!) {*gunshot*}
You put me in a bad mood, my temper is that foul
You motherfuckers have just caused Illu to snap now
Two good hooks and cause you bitches to black out
Make you see stars, throw a fit and then pass out
Then get up, go to the toilet, pick up a bath towel
Just to find you don’t have anything to look at now (AAAAGH! MY FACE!)
I just clobbered you, punched you and assaulted you
Plus you’re sufferin’ from the two hooks that came and slaughtered you
Now you have a bruise in both cheeks, tryin’ to crack a smile
You can’t even smile because your fuckin’ jaw’s cracked, it’s vile
That’s what happens when you disrespect an autistic
You catch a whippin’ from this mental animalistic narcissist
Kiss my ass, ‘cause I’m anally fixated
You may think that’s fucked like a picture frame that’s pixellated
Like Method Man, I came to bring the pain, I’m instigated
Provoked by your stubbornness, enraged and irritated
Inflamed, indignant, chafed by your ways, infuriated!
I’m FURIOUS like +Soopa Villainz+, exacerbated!
I don’t BACK DOWN!!!!!

[Hook]

Lemme get
Real sadistic and twisted spitting lyrics straight from my heart
ill finish a lyricist when i extinguish ya from the start
Im higher than the stars
Flying by you whilst your driving your car
ill deminish your wife and childs life
before the crying starts, this side of me is dark
Lemme no when you wanna got toe to toe
with this foe about to explode all over your ass
.........

All of you who doubted we would make it far
can hate all you want, were create a mark
place are names on the base as the greatest stars
Doesent matter bout race, but just who you are
Who you are...
Who you are...
Doesent matter bout race, but just who you are
who you are...
who you are...
Your dreams infront of your face, so show who you areeeee


I had a dream
Rapping on tv as the fans react with screams
Establishing my character perhaps would make me be
more than a average rapper pouring my language
onto tracks sawing through ametuers
as i support my family
I wanted to defy gravity rapidly
climb the ladder as i grab the balcony
and stare down on the galaxy
quite proud to see im about to be
The most outstanding emcee i can be naturally
Your never step to my level im ahead with a mental temperament
Sever every petal on the rose that you try to temp me with
im getting pissed
My aggressions is the way it is
Because with everything i give, my career dont flinch a ******* inch
Dedications to my trade is what proved my class
Im trying to be patient to get away and start moving fast
Haters wanna hate their never improve from last
I say to the whole nation just prove..who..you are!

All of you who doubted we would make it far
can hate all you want, were create a mark
place are names on the base as the greatest stars
Doesent matter bout race, but just who you are
Who you are...
Who you are...
Doesent matter bout race, but just who you are
who you are...
who you are...
Your dreams infront of your face, so show who you areeeee

(BUMP HEADS)

Bridge:
**** make you mad when i switch my flow?
You can't understand where i get my dough
I'm on fire bitch cause i said so
I'm on FIRE

Verse1
Chosen trojan unloadin and explodin da track
I'll have you holding ya chest after i put a hole in your neck
People grilling cause they know i'm a evil villian
You'll be on a steeple chillin and that'll be my last sequel killings
You might find me in the UK, or next to China
With a bitch that has a nice set behinda, and a wet vigina
Lets remind ya that my teck will grind ya
No need to electrify ya cause my verse will find ya
Peep game, mic-holder's not even my street name
You weak lames seek fame but lack heat flames
My unique brain keep aim and teach brains
But when beef came i'll leave you each chained to da B train
People say, Mic-holder your raps is so diligently dropped
I said 'hell yeah, my team each give you one like a penalty shot'
Owwuuuuu i gotta holla at da moon yo
You goons glow so much you could start your own cartoon show
Yall some funny characters, look dummy, i'll embarras ya
I bet you'll get my money faster if i send sonny after ya

Chorus:
I know you want to be me
You know know you want to be
You talk so like me
You don't want to bump with me x2

Im unpredictable cant **** with syllables that i combust
These fictional criminals, musta given up when i showed up
Ill savage a man with fantastic rapping,
Establish his status If hes standing anxious
Then fracture his skull till it Flatens to peices on a canvas
forming patterns
Light his head like a match and imagine
it catching alight till it burns into ashes

im pretty famous and all you faggots are famous for ******* other mens anus
and every single one of yals favorite food is black panis
yo mommas got more knees than a ferrel cat with flees, she worked at mdonalds for 25 years and only made 11gs
ya know that made no sense but either does the fence holding the mexicans away, and obama gave me he right to call you all gay, so everyone can go suck a dick..faggots

yh yh....

Lemme get so sadistic and twisted
Spitting these lyrics invisioned as a kid in his kitchen
It was his decision to take rap as religion
His family never backed his ambition
Now every track is packed with attack
At the faggots that dissed him
Imagine never having the equipment to match competion
All i had was pen and pad to react with emmaculate spitting
compositioning fantastic majic on tracks was my mission
Now ive nearly accomplished it
Always Demolishing spits
atomically bombing on any song im vomiting honest ****
Never stopping when i, i mean IF I' hit rock bottom
Grab that ******* horses neck, and jump right back up on him
Throttling to the top Never gonna stop mopping the problems
Evey page every blog every column
Ima be on 'Em
The lords in his ring, so step back golum
you ******* possums, ima bout..to blossum
So this Raps sent to all the cats who said "i dont want'Em"
That saying was getting to common
Now i see you waiting in my mixtape auction

Hook
x 2 Show no love its a sign of weakness
Are minds are speaking, its are times to be kings
Crime is peaking so we gotta stay grinding
Rewind the beat and just keep on trying
Rewind the beat-and just Keep on trying
Rewind the beat-and just Keep on trying
Rewind the beat-and just Keep on trying
Yh Rewind the beat-and just Keep on tryin

All alone strolling on this cold roads
Friends or foes i dont want none of those
Impose my zone, were gonna go toe to toe
My brains about to blow all over the show
something like an overload
From nine to 5 spitting fire in the booth
Rhyming all the time No hype ona mic just truth
Is it a crime to spit lines
when your as white as a tooth?
I aint surviving for dimes im alive coz im true
And my passion has brewn since i climbed out the womb
To much has happened in my life for the mind to consume



im unrapping you rappers like sweets on beats ima beast

Mic-holder, that nigger you wanna be like
Me hype, i'll **** around and smoke you like a weed pipe
In battlin, you get 3 strikes and you're out like baseball
And if ma bullets hitcha gril it'll make ya whole face fall
The way i bang rappers, i should be da leader of a crip set
I gotcha bitch lips wet with ma dick set on her thick breast
Plus i'm counting your money and wearin ya fresh white tees
Then sky off on a jet flight breeze screamin i'm da next tight G
You don't wanna see Mic snap off, bitch, i'll knock ya cap off
Your raps soft and imma bout to turn ya brains to mac sauce
Back off before da mack toss ya body features
Mic holder is da rap gotti speaker,
Makin you emcees train hard like a karate teacher
I pack them pistols, that means i'm a pistol packa
You rappers foulin too much, so imma ref da game and blow da whistle atcha
Aint this a bitch, i stepped out a minute, came back and what do i see
A bunch of corny rappin motherfuckers thats tryin to be me
Keep spittin, your body will be coastin in a ocean floatin slow motion
Don't think i won't smoke em, somebody better tell em there's on jokin
You'll be found withcha toes open, nose broken and clothes stolen
While i back atcha crib with ma role swollen all in ya hoes colen
Mic-holder got this rap **** mastered.....
No feeling at all, i'll clap this bastard then go chat with the pastor
Imma good guy but can be da fuckin devil himself
My rhymes so hot, you could say my words on da same level as hell
Go against me, and i'll have you running around screamin for help
I like your father, so that gives me da right to beat you with da steam of ma belt
I'm gettin money, while you rappers still dreamin for wealth
Call me da rap doctor, diagnosis is, your wordplay needin some help
The only time there's a new trend is when we battle and you win
I already own this year so i guess that won't happen in 2011

Check this next song that I wrote last night
It's a love song, and it's called "Sexual Thoughts"
The hook parodies Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing

[Verse 1]
Have you ever thought about flattenin’ a chick?
Playin’ one-a-side football, tacklin’ a chick?
About penetratin’ her, puttin’ your thang inside a chick?
Played Operation on a chick, or Scrabble with a chick?
Treated her like a potato, straight mashin’ with a chick?
Took her out in your Mercedes, like a classy kind of chick?
Or one who lets one rip like a gassy kind of chick?
There are so many questions you would ask a lady chick
What’s her favourite dish or colour? Favourite pastime or drink?
What’s her name? Age? Nationality? Favourite kind of flick?
Is she an Indian, a Chinese or an Italian kind of chick?
Hispanic kind of chick? You know, a chick with big cojones
Who knows how to get down Latino style and enjoy it?
My mind goes wild, I go erect at the thought
I’m havin’ some fancy sexual thoughts – feel me

[Hook]
And when I get that feelin’
I’m thinkin’ sexually, baby
These sexual thoughts just come to me
And as I think about it
I mean, it’s sexually enticin’
It’s erotic, sensually neurotic
It’s these sexual thoughts, you see

[Verse 2]
Sexual illusions, they get me so confused
I’m so sensually deluded the second I’m with you
I’m seein’ you dance, I touch my weapon, stroke it rude
I’m a dirty-minded, doggone, reckless sort of dude
I can just imagine playin’ with your breasts, they are so huge
Feel my fingers workin’ down to your legs so awesome, boo
Put my bird in between that sacred bush between your thighs
You’re enjoyin’ that thrill while you look me in the eye
This boy’s straight drillin’ holes right inside your self like a Black and Decker
And in a flash, that pleasure has you wetter
Than water off a waterfowl’s messy shabby feathers
Thicker than cheesecake and a meringue together
Sex on the beach or by the riverbank whether
In spring or in the winter time, best or crappy weather
I couldn’t give two fucks less, I’m glad I met her
‘Cause she can be my sexual friend, a batty licker!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
These sexual thoughts have got me thinkin’ like a porno star
Hmmmm ... how can I woo her? She’s the sort of broad
That I want to mash with
Should I just say, “Hi! I want you bad, bitch!”
Or let my wand shine and let her have it?
I see that girl with someone else, a right cocky bastard
Who is very well built and has guys by the masses
But not a homosexual, no! My, this guy’s a faggot!
This muscle guy’s healthy; he buys a lot of salad!
Calvin Klein T-shirt with baggy long denims
And he drives a BMW; aw, diddums!
I can’t compete with that – and that’s displeasin’, man
Why does she have to be with him? Man, is she attached!
But I bet that billionaire’s stuck behind the zipper
No match for someone hung packed with the stuff that I can give her
This muscle guy may hit her, but this scruffy kid is better
It’s gonna take a good heart to love a chick with pleasure
And if she’s on common ground with me, all the better
There’s no limit; my sexual thoughts go beyond the measure
Maybe I can share them, tell her just what’s on my mind?
That guy doesn’t have to be there all the time
I bet she’s bored with him, sick and tired of his ego
Ridin’ like a gangster, puffin’ lye with his peoples
He’s no better amid his big ride he’s got the keys to
I bet he breaks the speed limit, whinin’ over Ne-Yo
Or listenin’ to his riddim tunes, Rihanna over Beatles
Chrome on his tyres, hang-glidin’ with the seat low
He’s flyin’ the M3 road, drivin’ like a speedboat
He’s high like an eagle, I say, “**** him!” like Cee-Lo

[Hook]