Neverending Rap 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 serious 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
Im livid and sick of hearing **** on the television
Ill never listen

you want a bit of flow?
then lemme get the rhythm
b*tch im bout to go for broke
so prepare for what im spittin

you could never beat me
they callin me immortal
you could never teach me
You might as well support us

givin in to DAUER?
1 to go?
man i NEVER make it rain
i always make it snow

i could shower in my rep
somethin you dont have
never gonna get it
f*ckin up your future plans

just get out the rap game
an embarassment to the show
man i nearly feel ashamed
that you even tried to flow

DAUER you can kiss my azz
the only way to eemploy a peasnt
i never go below the glass
kuz unlike you im like a blessin

do you think you can actually play
with two hustlas in the game?
then again i gotta state
that one of em just lost their chain

the 5k is mine
ad its always gonna be
so let my fade ya shine
while my planets goin green

DAUER why dont you just give up
kuz you just dont know what you doin
see i know you've had enough
when im speakin rap im fluent

you like a desperate hobo
doin almost anything for money
and trust ma man i kill the flow
im only gettin started and you already done b*tch

ima finish with a chorus
feel free to sing a long
i got ya temper pourin
tears of a song

F*CK DAUER B*TCH
YOU JUST ANOTHER HATER
I AINT BACKIN DOWN FROMA 1 STAR RATER
IMA KILL YOU FIRST B*TCH
KISS MY AZZ LATER
YOU PROLLY LOST UR C*CK TO A F*CKIN ALLIGATOR
officially owned

What do you think about this rhyme?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz7EqAIsPXY

Tired eyes, surviving nights
On the road witha little bit of hope inside
Some chose this life
But not everybody wanted to be homeless
The road was bright
Now its cold outside
Gotta keep a open mind at the lowest of times
If a broken lights what you got
Then you gotta best of it

under dog

Mvp , original milk box kid bringing the whats missing
this thing , inside that beaker litre's for freespeakers
freedom fighters, writers , emcee's, teachers
that homie on the bleachers
either a fan or a player
babe ruth the truth, pick my spot in the booth
take my shot an michael jordan hoop
loops in the sequencer , tweak that treble
apply that bass
speak that reble
get high as space
atamantium metal
what i use to transfuse one mans shoes onto anothers feet an vice versa
write a nice verse ta
model the universe ha
here comes some of the apocalypse
in the white house with a red button an hush documents
lifes a lie detector test do u trust the occupents
the beats , the street , you can rock or get lined in chalk
hips hop like a bboys first replacement
hip hop an the mic like this earth its ancient

he could live his life regretting
she could take this knife bloodletting

learned how 2 live life
fight , write , smoke a hashpipe ,awoke like that was lastnight
n ur friends say that's like
30 min ago
who says only dirty criminals
or nerdy subliminals
can let the words flow , so original
blaze the purple
when the days are gray
get life rollin a joint , left to pass a bowl in a circle
take you as far as words go
metres , miles , eons , lightyears ,
whatever brang life here
i know a cyph's here
the hoodies' baggie jeans ,
n baggie n between maybe the scene
lately the dream
is waking up looking in the mirror
getting baked dutched cooking a carreer
POTHEAD
not dead
eyes cyclops red
won't stop till after i drop dead
come back to life a hip hop head from the afterlife
after i write ur last will an testament , with mescaline needles ,
relax , im just testing resisdence to subliminal suggestion people

live by what you believe ?
right adam n eve ?
cane an able
cane an undertaker
maryjane an the surround sound table
brain the wondermaker

right when things getting straight
that time bomb detonate
become an icon an they replicate
bin told to accept ya fate
told ur going down , as the scene escalate's
cream ejaculate's
giving birth to a thought ,
a time machine rhyming feen go back n smack u apes

Manipulating the nations to think their creating a statement
Really they masons embracing the power satan has gave them
Make way for the saviour you cowards prepare to be slaves
I aint scared of these fake
Ill say it straight to there face
Ill rip my hair out my head
Before i wait on these wastes

Verbally merking the vermin lerking the earths surface
Searching for a surgeon to learn the internal workings of my brain
From mercury to jersey, jersey derby bermondsey burnley
To the university of berkeley people purposeley tryna murder me
**** it universally Personally it wont be concerning me,
If the words i speak are worth some p
Then certainley labels will urgently wanna confer with me
Permanently work with me journey to the top of the industry

TBC..................

up n comer


walking up to any situation
ready to spit in the face n
grab a bigger pencil for when they try to censor
when you get this feeling you know what you meant for
every night looking up at starlight mentor ya center
find ya chi finally only time will be
able to tell, rhymes have ability to sell
topics are like tabbasco dick thinking he hot ****
drop kicks on the beat
bruce lee in the street
truth speaks in elite
looseleaf n the cheech
truth is , you kids ,lookin for some pen fluid
to sign a contract
so ya minds gone blacks , u just wanna rhyme an climb on tracks
when a spine ya lack ya soul gone turned ya vital signs koniak
yo gone yack , sick of yourself when the needle contact
the record


grasp mic's like ur gonna crackheads n blast pipes
last night , live like ya last grasp of light ,blast cyph's
renegade from the end a days
grenades an flems a blade
watch what you say words are weapons
words are magic
how could you tell someone who's never seen it
it's why you dream it
speed of lighbeam it
Mic emcee it
it's light you can see it
humanity split personality would never concede it
so conceded , soul concrete it's hittin the streets
spliffs in the cheeks
listen ta beats
hold up your fists an fight the gravity of the situation
sittin or standing
masterplanning

master of ceremony

masses stir before they massacre

music soothes the savage beast ,symphony

always got my synth on me



to be specific never self depicted prolific ,all souls gifted , so i lift it ,
n raise it , forgot how to say quit ,never say its over

you can fake n bake , u shake n bake chickens steroid quedo's never where a speedo we'd know where they stick the needle
im sick a people
who think jersey shore's the ****
whore's n tits
shiiit , at least stacy keebler's quality
well you wrestle with an apology
im saying look at all of these
defect of biology
we may have fallen from heaven
but they fall from trees
an did'nt believe newton about gravity
when they fell on um
there parents couldn't spell condom

nice role model
id rather look up to aristotle
or that guy who puts the ship in bottles
someone with a motto
not with auto grease as hair gel
on snookies release be careful
probally see her cookie in hd with her hair pulled

ur smarter than that
ur ancestors wrote charters an raps
ur history is filled with overcomin misery
adversity ,uncovering mystery
an loving blissfully

id rather look up to a gangsta with good scruples
or a teacher that can open my pupils
Prof got the dope inside the placebo , who wants some more spoonfuls?

Verbally merking the vermin lerking the earths surface
Searching for a surgeon to learn the internal workings of my brain
From mercury to jersey, jersey derby bermondsey burnley
To the university of berkeley people purposeley tryna murder me
**** it universally Personally it wont be concerning me,
If the words i speak are worth some p
Then certainley labels will urgently wanna confer with me
Permanently work with me journey to the top of the industry
Are you feeling me?
Im the pinacle of lyrical, clinical syllables with formidable
Rhyming n Timing,
Utter silence when the mics in my physical grasp
You wont be high of the grass
But your head will be twisting n spinning like your dizzee rasc-All
I aint marshall, "But will the young talent please stand up"
Not Arsenal!!!

Good job charliesforce I like it! Maybe you should change your name to chartruthsforce! lol

criticism spliffs a wisdom iris a vision , visionary or prohet ?
depends how much they can make off it
a cocky mf walks in to the oval office
procreatin a nation of souls debating breaking down negotiatons
peace talks have cease
cops in the streets that money police
lotta suits filled with wallets an alchaholics
alotta headphones filled with drones
a couple stand on there own an grasp a microphone
try to mask the microphone
an it just becomes super
give it a cape an its fly
give it a mixtape an it might get across to ya
booya

Wake up

had this feelin , either had to change
or go back to being the same
go back to being in pain insane
go back to when you had a soul back an heart
lets go back to the start
turn the lights off
let it go black b4 we get that match to spark
never turn the mic's off
turn up the speakers
turn up the volume
burn up the ballroom
cut a rug
cmon girl's grab ya rugged thug
clink mug ta mug
u gotta think these drugs an ink mix good
stand for better beliefs
triple aaa reef
cripple a beef
til i got 2 pills on the tip of my tounge to speak
morpheus gave um to me
but i swallowed um
look at the past paths of life you can follow um

damn my hands swollen from boxing or rollin , hmm wonder where the soul went ? said god to a planet , made of hardwork an sweat , now harbours neglect , wonder which belief where gonna martyr next ? to people who use to honour an respect an overcame such threats as genocide can't believe ya so dead inside
ya souls dead an trying to be revived
bin smoking the devine tree, Hi
hope n faith
are just open gates
to belief , bin through the grief ,
tough as **** never loose my teeth
rough my knucks usually nothing but upper cuts

work up a good appetite on the lost soul ima scrap tonight
its in the eye of the beholder
an my girls solar
how u think ima capture light
adapt ta life
the raps the cyph
b4 an after life
ima have to fight , every mf thats like pass the mic
my girls a superstar ima blast the mic
like nasa
mic master
don't even like you basterds
thats why i blast herb , an ash urbs
unlock the key to your minds an passwords
got the key to the rhyme
the freedom of mind
a reason ta rhyme
breathin devine
leave a page like a cokeheads bag never leavin a line

there is no need to battle in this ****
you all might as well quit
you aint got no pancake mix
^^haha that was just for kicks XD

Era

at times like those upon us come , its the end of an era
the passing of one sacred bearer
unto another destined for such task
through life an death for as long as the hourglass lasts
treacherous treks ahead
to bring life to the respect thats dead
seraphims grab a limb
carrying sin an light within
devil sayin let the fight begin

Shadows cant out run um , can't out gun um
no matter how fast u run
or how quick u blast a gun
only one way to battle the shadows
and thats catch a sun

Light is the fight its life the cyph the belief to do right
its why you look to the stars at night
we started gazing
something in the heart clicked , amazing
raiseing our heads an our hopes
when the doc cuts the rope
an the training wheels come off
will you crawl back or run off ?
stand tall an walk hard
be nice , but u don't have to take ppls ****
lotta ppl quit
lotta ppl sick
lotta pussy dick
lotta dicks clit
lotta sick ****
lotta hippocrites
you gotta be the type to stick to ur guns

@ Tic Tac Nic

25 % you gave in this battle, I was rattlin' you with just my 5
98 %'s left...give me YOUR 100% Nic, that'll perfectly match MY 25
You invited my rage, awoke this tyrant
Now I'm dunkin' disses all over your face like Kobe Bryant
Smoulderin ' and smokin', you're put out in this battle like a pathetic opponent
Bitch you're just a flame tryin' to burn, and I'm a fuckin water hydrant
I take the lyrical bone and shove it inside your mouth to quit your weak flows
Shout all you want, lil hoe, you badly need help from them other whores
I'm talkin bout the retards who own you, your " #1 Crew"
They loyal to you, but when I faced them, the dirt on you they threw
Like, " We're sorry, theres the Tic Tac, hurry, **** him up, he is easy, give it a try"
They were right, I barely unleashed my spate and now I'm biddin your loser ass goodbye
See when I talk, I'm cool as a cucumber, remember Nic, your mom's already got my number
While I'm tickin' and ticked Tic off, she was hoppin on my dick all through December
Your early raps arent much different from these, all of 'em are whack
You fucked with the alpha male, and got your skull cracked, now what good is a 'real' comeback ?
Finish your lyrical snack, pack your bags and run home to your mama
You'll do better sittin on the porch, guitarin and singin' Sweet Home Alabama
Rappin' isnt your thing, all your disses proved futile, you're poisoned by genuine rhymes, all mine
You can't see nor speak, writin like a stupid freak, bitch you're sinkin' in this creek
Too weak to swim, too meek to diss me real, I'm liftin you from the dark
Helpin' you and teachin' you, when you finish, sendin' your broke ass off to your trailer park
Talkin bout animations, bitch you're a flaw in my neat lamination
Think you woke the nation ? They're applaudin' me in this battle, stop overloadin' your imagination
I'm tryin to go nice on you like I'm Peter Parker and you're Aunt May, son
But now its time to change the station, now I'm on your throat like Hulk vs The Abomination
Chokin you with my lyrical palms, soon theres gonna be a calm in your stature
When the lyrical adrenalin wears off, all you'll return to is your real miserable nature
Which is the REAL Nic, pathetically stealin rhymes from MCs, don't make me start...
You've got a bullseye on your eye, I'm a speedin' dart, in a while you'll be blinded and taken out like

a fart
Yeah this time you came up with something nice, but only twice, you aint at all consistent
I maintained my superior vibe throughout these rhymes, Nic you aint THAT resistant
I spit it slow, then quicken my flow, anger burstin' trough my veins
I'll melt your ice hold like a giant fireball, you can call me MC Flames
Keep you in drips like Canibus when Eminem lyrically broke him and smoked him
'Can-I-Bus' was a flop like your disses, mine are like Shady's LPs, certified 10 x platinum
So long bitch, I finally see you improvin', keep it comin' but beware MY vermin
All you can wish for is a consolation and weep your whack ass off in isolation, cause Tic, as long as I'm spittin, you have NO chances of winnin'...

@Prashant Shady II

You say I had my #1 Crew back me up in my previous raps
Well thank god that I didn't, you would of gave up Slimmy Shady
And if I brung my 100% A game, this battle wouldn't last long Slimmy
Do you know what I'm doing?
Now do you understand?
I want this rivarly to continue as long as possible
If it ended quickly then it would ruin all the fun
That's why I stole lines from 8-Mile and a 2line punhline from Jin
But if you insist....this battle has been going on for a grip now
I guess it is time to end this...
Your begging me fror 100%
Well I guess imma give it too you

But give me some time, I got you in a few days....

lol thanks man appreciate the support!

Is this your type of music Charliesforce? The music starts at 10 minutes 30 seconds into the video just in case you do not care for the video!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_v2BqqGKRHY&feature=related

Yh man i love that song by black eyed peas, i was thinking of doing a remake on my mixtape. would love to experiment with that instrumental!