Neverending Rap Battle

I dont claim to be a soldier
Coz this resistance has reason
Ill keep proceeding in speaking until these demons aint breathing
Conspiracys theorys are theorys coz we aint led to beleive 'em
And we aint meant to see 'em So people like me eventually release 'em

They keep their secrets more forbidden then the apple of eden
If we cant tackle the evil this evening itll be shackles strapped to the ceiling
We be beating for freedom Hamburg to sweden
Metorphorically speaking captured like animals and mentally beaten
Penitentiary season or century's maybe could be forever even
Locked in cellars and bleeding whilst family members are grieving
Were pleading to be set free from this world,

TBC LATER............

I walk a fine line between broke or grabbing success
Raps passaged around my arteries and pounds out my chest
You could be astounded at best but no doubt ive been blessed
Now ive got to amount to a mountain and drop down on the rest
No avalanche
I could be fighting a lost war, sounds like afganistan

I dont claim to be a soldier
Coz this resistance has reason
Ill keep proceeding in speaking until these demons aint breathing
Conspiracys theorys are theorys coz we aint led to beleive 'em
And we aint meant to see 'em So people like me eventually release 'em

They keep their secrets more forbidden then the apple of eden
If we cant tackle the evil this evening itll be shackles strapped to the ceiling
We be beating for freedom Hamburg to sweden
Metorphorically speaking captured like animals and mentally beaten
Penitentiary season or century's maybe forever even
Locked in cellars and bleeding whilst family members are grieving
Were pleading to be set free from the govenment
You must see they are basically are mothers 'n
We need to cut the unbilicle coz people will be suffering

I’m vivid - I paint images hard to envisage
Which meshes well with my rhymin’ talent; it’s not a new gimmick
For a normal person, it’s really sorta tough to envision it
If they even tried to think it; it’s impossible, isn’t it?
My autistic wizardry has just startled you wickedly
That is just a portion of it; this is just the beginnin’
Of a new era of a movement that I plot to begin
Round up a bundle of my do-gooders, start marchin’ them in
And you’re thinkin’, “My God, this kid has started again!
He’s gonna talk a lot of ****; he’s gonna start a new trend
Of autistic rap, spit garbage and nonsense and ****
We have to stand here, put it up, and just come to terms with it!”
They just love to doubt me, but they’re so wrong in what they think
They just lambast in a great abundance which just stinks
They get the wrong impression - just ‘cause my logic’s on the blink
But I can rap just about everythin’ but the kitchen sink
I’m a credible emcee, who’s intelligent, healthy
Who can clear up any clutter ‘til the bedroom is empty
My sentences can be lengthy, although the facts are still sketchy
I can take a rhyme and transform it until it is “petty”
Or “putty” in my hands - glue, plasticine or Play-Doh
Masturbate it hard like they use Vaseline when they stroke
I attack it like a savage, take a stab with the pen
Or keep whackin’ it ‘til I have a lot of scabs on the skin
Oh dear, Illustraight’s actin’ bad and nasty again
He’s gonna piss on these emcee’s ‘til their panties are wet
‘Cause he’s a killer, unlike some of the amateur kin
And they’ve all just been murdered dead; Illustraight massacred them!

The only reason why I don't quit is because I know your ass will be callin' me a pussy and sayin' that I pussied out


And you DID say that you didn't believe that Illustraight wrote that rap himself
Goodness, you tellin' me to go back and read MY lines when I already know what I said. WHen you're standing here having no clue what the **** is going on.

Critical hit, I master my percent
Rap game power flowin' through my body like a white whore suckin' a lint
I'm spittin' what comes to mind but I don't try to make everything rhyme
It makes my rapping look bad cause' I don't bother making lines that arn't mine
But lyrical stealing ain't in my possesion to more
So much dramatic sequences in this rap battle like MTV's Jersey Shore
I'm showin' the real me like I said before
If you don't like the me then step out my door
It's like the Eminem's coming back, some say he was better then last time
He's now rapping about serious things, but you put things so sour in your lines like a lemon or a lime
It's peer-pressure to me 'cause you forcin' me to give a rap that no one will forget
Well it's not time, I'm going to wait for a lil bit
My rap animal, like I said, COULD NOT BE TAMED
It's time to get rid of the timid Nick and bring out my name
I'll be honest Prashant Shady II, your a pretty good rapper I'm not going to lie
But the Tic Tac Nic doesn't swallow your raps and lie's down and die
I spit, like I'm spittin' right now so get off my dick and just quit while you can
Seems familiar? You say the same thing, the white boi who thought he could beat this man
If I say somethin' braggy you always turn it around in your raps
And what does that tell us? Your stealing MY rap lines!
Who's fake now?! Now I caught you RED HANDED, your paralized in your spine
8- Mile, 8-Mile, 8-Mile, 8-Mile, Jin-blahblahblah
But if we spin the bottle to you then everyone's screamin' : yahyahyahyahyah
Tic, Tic, Tic, Tic, Tic and maybe another 20 more
I wanted to say this earlier, I wanted to see you pout on the floor
Flouricent smellin' basket full of lyrical lines, my fist uppercuts your chin,
My rhymes got hops like Nike Air, America B-Ballin' theres nothin' you can beat me in
It's supplementary fucked up that I'm battlin' you on the internet
My raps add up in 180 degrees, and I'm still not done yet
Your mouth is disabled as you read my flow
But my raps are enabled 'cause I will never stop, I always go

Too everyone reading this, do you think for a 15 year old i have good lyrics, or rhyming capabilities? its something i always wonder as hardly any one my age understands what make someone a great lyricist so i cant ask anyone face to face, so what do you think all things considered? also take a look back at my older stuff, obv this site is just a place to practice so allot of things are just jumbles up verses etc not much sense really.....



My tremendous senses sends a message through to the pen end
And expresses my poetic blessing and i know it aint genetic inherited
You can bet im the best at assembling letters
The sickest in the west and i aint under any anistetic
Possesing sentences representing my true intentions
Is my medicine its irrelevant if you mention deading pedestrians
If your a gangster take a step in favela then
I betcha your head will spin like a possessed specimen


Too everyone reading this, do you think for a 15 year old i have good lyrics, or rhyming capabilities? its something i always wonder as hardly any one my age understands what make someone a great lyricist so i cant ask anyone face to face, so what do you think all things considered? also take a look back at my older stuff, obv this site is just a place to practice so allot of things are just jumbles up verses etc not much sense really.....

your rappin about jesus,
i should split ya lines into pieces ,
just tryin to belive us is diein to c us ,
stop tryin to rapp your just makin the lines tht r a D+,
my times better than the segales i drop a flow i hot lets go get out this **** ,
before i make this **** explode , time to go stop drop an ill let u roll a fat blunt so i can smoke ya **** like i ate sloppy joe bc man the girl u got was one sloppy hoe . though i outta let u no ,

quit being self concious , u are good an developing somethings only come with time. if u feel ur weak in any one are nail that area more often homie! PEace

My tremendous senses sends a message through to the pen end
And expresses my poetic blessing and i know it aint genetic inherited
You can bet im the best at assembling letters
The sickest in the west, and i aint under anistetic
Possesing sentences representing my true intentions
Is my medicine its irrelevant if you mention deading pedestrians
If your a gangster take a step in favela then
I betcha your head will spin like a possessed specimen
Skelletin still trembling when your dead
Can you remember your sentences representing a ghetto veteran
Im better then...
You and your whole team
Respect the president
If your if your ready for an unnesscary war
........................................

thanks man thats a real confidence booster so thanks, i think this year is my year to blow!

Ayo,
I read every single one of your raps so far
Using big words in them proves you use your knowledge in what you put in those lines
Thumbs up for me. Lol

Before you read my diss, I would advice you to please go back tp the previous page and see EXACTLY what I told Illustraight, before making up your own brainless nonsense.

"that was amazingly dope (if you wrote it yourself)" ! WHERE IN THIS SENTENCE DO I IMPLY ILLUSTRAIGHT HAD LIFTED IT FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE ???

And you got to understand what STEALING means. Eminem took Lottos lines in 8 mile and used it against him like DAMMN...("leave it to beaver")...Who the ****, and which retard will call that stealing ...??
Just because I turn your raps around and diss you double ( counterattack with knock out) does not mean I steal yours (Hahahahaha)..."I OUTSMART your disses with mine and ruin them" would be a more apt sentence.

@Tic Tac Nic
Ayo, Its on...Nic you just called me a white boy ? Back in time you had called me a nigga
Can't see the difference in both can you ? You're just another pathetic jigga
My nationality does not change bro, as fast as your gender
So you see I am neither, quit talkin peace now, I'm bout to pull the trigger...
Yo, pardon me for this, did you say "I don't bother makin lines that aren't mine" ?
Hahaha , fuel for my diss bitch, you past rhymes show and prove you're FUCKIN LYIN' !
Now you're bout to fall victim to a lyrical manslaughter
Yeah your flows blaze this site, bu mine are a million times hotter
Burn in their heat bitch, cry for pity
Aint that witty in front of me now, your rhymes have run out of your kitty, you're empty !
Dont confuse counter-dissing with stealing, be warned, you'll pay dearly
I've fucked you so hard in this battle, your cries are heard from Detroit all the way to Philly
Shady will look out his balcony, people all see, here comes the next Makaveli
With rhymes too hot to be tasted, they burn your mouth like a fuckin chilli
You're gettin burnt like a fuckin' ****, quit willingly Nic, I'm talkin seriously
You rhymes are worthless like a porno flick of Nelly doing Kelly like an American hillibilly
You a schmuck, Nic you suck, yo, look at this stupid ****
Tryin' to rap and rhyme while he gets breakfast from the garbage truck
You're trapped in my cage, the doors shut, the locks placed
My glock's reloadin', bullets fillin', finger on the trigger slippin', the worst nightmare you'll ever face
The bottle is pointin at me, I take the mic and spike the wire
Fry the Tic Tac, beat him like a dryer with lyrics that spew fire
My career is takin flight, I fight with all my might, I'm fuckin soarin higher
You cant reach me now, diss me back and you'll suffer, the consequences will be dire
Warned you already, you're still coming back for more
As pathetic as you are, like a shameless whore getting fucked till her pussy's sore
Can't rap anymore can you ? I've struck your source and penetrated your core
You did not slip Nic, I KO'd you and dropped you flat on the floor
Higher than the Empire State, with my venemous spate, your skull is crushed to bits
Lyrical spine shattered, rhyme bones fractured, you're scared out of your wits
Waitin for the paramedics, you're the tangled remains of a rapper, impossible to mend
You aren't the only victim, definitely the most brutually destroyed by my lyrical trend
Now you're sufferin at the hands of this evil fiend, you had it coming when you messed with me friend
Close your eyes and rest in peace Tic Tac Nic, the world is laughing at your end...

@Prashant Shady II

Ayo......iight look, iight look real quick, here we go/

You lil Snoopy bitch, go fetch your bone, it's thrown/
Bow down to me 'cause I'm your kingdome's Throne/
I got the key to your "lyrical manslaughter" it cant happen again/
I can now reanimate your whole rap game cycle that your in/
Trapped in your own mind, thinkin' you got it, thinkin' theres nothing left/
But you now have second thoughts to this piece of **** conquest/
25% I was battlin' with you but now to take it to 50%, okay shady?/
Ill be scorin' touch downs all over your ass like Patriots QB, Tom Brady/
I plated ice where you hold the mic/
You slip in your own chorus, and my verses stab your heart with a pike/
My rap status is 1, but yours is second to none/
Your mom saw your ass rappin when you popped out her cooch, then she asked for a, "REFUND!"/
My early raps were wack, as all of you can tell/
But my new raps are going to wish you were dead or going to hell/
Shady you better flee, matter of fact, dont, we're too far up these stairs/
Can't climb down now, you can use my rhymes in your raps, I just dont care/
Back to spin the battle, lands on Prashant Shady II, truth or dare/
I pick dare/
I dare you to stop making wack ass raps, and this bull **** crap, /
This lyrical stapler will place you like paper underneeth it and go SNAP!/
You can feal the heat of this beat, it's so obvious that Im organized and neat/
Your rap game is clearenced, as mine is full price, your running on your feet/
I don't care if your white, black, a orc, animal, mammal, fish/
I should be the chef of your order and prepare you a #1 lesson dish/
Cuz your apparently have no clue who your going up against/
Ceamented protected from your wack ass raps, my barrier is so intense/
Your a good warm-up, I've learned a lessons as well/
And thats not to mess with someone who brings you into so much drama, my self-esteem has fell/
But I'm the one who got it back up, as you can tell/
I'll ring a continueing DING~~~ in your head like the Liberty Bell/
Its the T T N, I abbreviated my name for ya so you wont be confused/
Stupid bitch, I'm leaving you used, I should give you hints like Blues Clues/
You need a clue? well heres a clue/
I leave your rap game, all black and blue/
You need to shoo from my meditated space so you won't get hurt/
I leave you left behind my ass and you be swallowing my lyrical dirt/
I'll file your ass into my desktop/
Then I'll delete you with my lyrical sentences that will not stop/
I'm the Road Runner and your the Wolf/
you cant stop me no matter what your worth/
We're both paralized in the spine, trapped in a bind/
Electrified power it shooting at our minds/
Both at each other foreheads/
You need to be fed, Ill feed you with my raps so you wont die of hunger or **** the bed/
Magic comes from my hands, I guess I'm rap Mage/
I bet your reading this rap right now, getting forced within rage/
I'm a marksman, and I got in you in range/
I'll shoot you dead in the forehead, and hopefully my magical arrow will get your rhymes to change/

Lmfao, I'm rollin' bruh. You don't know how good this is.
I can finally bring out my real rap status since now I've found a worthy rapper to battle

Rhythmic lyricist spilling the illest lyrics
Mimicking **** hes witnessed
Hes lived it, a vivid vision commited his spirit
To spitting hes in it to win it
A minute of solid thinking lifted his gift
Sadistic and twisted's his image
This is the beginning of swimming in the pacific
A fish with no gimmick does that specific image exist
In this industry
You feeling me? No sympothathy needed
For me to literally diminish the critics picking
On the realist musicians

If you are honest about you being a young person going to school then I would say that you are doing well. Now if you are an old fart like me than I will keep my thoughts to myself but regardless you are trying and that is what counts!

What do you think about this rap news?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXbCwq4ewBU

Cum one cum all
this shits a mutha fuckin brawl
like a pedophile in a bathroom stall
he likes to see yo ass crawl
all you kiddies think yo so witty
while im out suckin on ya mammas titty
get on ma level
or go to fuckin hell and suck off the devil
yea thats right
while you thinking bout suttin to write
ill be out huntin yo ass through the night

Even pedifiles have rhyme?