Neverending Rap Battle

@Reale
I am unique cuz i merk in style,
Seen u in football man ur breath was vile,
damn blud ever heard of toothpaste?,
oh yeahh buyin that would be a waste,
you aint got no money u aint got no gash,
annoyin as **** summin like a nappy rash,
onabou blud get on my level,
Ima need a shovel to get to ur level,
Back to basics im the REALE don,
everyone knows this is a clash i won,
want to go again? ask anytime,
anywhere any place i can make a rhyme,
cuz im sick with the beat and im sick with the bars,
got u on lockdown like 2 tits in bras,
yes i stay strapped call me an armoury,
But i will stop ur flow like a bloodclot in ur arteries!
16 Bars
Peace

@Reale
Think ur bad? I'll put a couple holes in your jumper,
Man u will get slapped just like your girls bumper!,
Hump-Her She dont want it from u anymore,
She says u cant get a boner summit like dumbledore.

You have a license to die a death of verbal blunder,
Hear me roar, bitch, it's verbal thunder,
The storm has caused a blackout, hey, here's a torch,
If you can't run with the big dogs, you'd better stay on the porch.
'Tic Tac Rebirth'. I don't know how many times you were reborn,
Dicks kept pushing you in and out like it was free p0rn.
There's a light in the tunnel, you talk about guidance,
Remember the back of my hand: a history of violence,
You talk about gladiators, well you're the slave,
I'm the Emperor, my hand movements dig your ass a grave,
Your ass looks ugly as it hits the pavement,
Your tongue smokes the floor because you crave blunts,
'Home-Sweet-Home' for you, but watch out,
these bitches are out on a slave hunt.

@Tic Tac Nic
BLUD! Are u dumb,
u dont like pussy blud u take it in the bum,
a slum thats where u living,
ask REALE im not forgiving,
he stepped outta line look at him now,
hit him once n hes started eating grass like a cow:S,
i knoe its dodgy i think i hit him to hard,
he was on his knees tryna play the sympathy card,
hit him again this time he never got up,
sadly his last words where im sorry man i'll shut up,
u think ur lyrics can stop me?,
man ur nothing sumin like 1 pakistani rupee,
last 4 bars to this 16 bar sprayout,
i dont talk **** nothin to lie about,
me merk you blud that a myna,
u knoe my **** is sick tighter than a virgins vagina!
Peace
<3

Yes im hot sumin like hellfire,
im always here if u ever need a writer to hire,
but anyway ur girls a slag but her tits are pert,
she felt it in her stomach and tried to tell me **** dont hurt!

Hey, Hakoe, I'm gonna tell you what you lack bro,
You lack manlihood, you say your name is Stanley Hood,
Your tits sag like a grannys' do,
Your girl's a fag, her fanny's blue,
You lil ****, don't run your mouth,
I'll knock you down like your the south,
Don't lie to me like Christie bluffs,
Forget this, I'll just batter you with fisticuffs.

fist to ur face and blud its all over,
your flows is cold but mine is colder,
u cant outflow me?,
only good on ur knees might aswell as blow me,
u like a cow lost without its cattle,
im like a big mc thats the king of this neverending rap battle,
u best stay quiet i dont give second chances,
so look me up before u make any stupid advances.

I'm hot but you think you're colder,
You may be brave, but I'm bolder,
I aint Rocky, but I roll wiv boulders,
You're the playdough, we're the moulders,
Catch a boost just coz I'm older, it aint over.
Bitch, took your ass back to the stone age,
Post your nerdy comments on your own page,
Think your sick, you're locked in your own cage,
Drink more dick, you're a stripper on stage,
By the way, I just picked my teeth with a rib from your rib cage.

hey tic tac am comin wit the click glack make ur brain go splish splash
all over ur old cadillac in ur parkinlot wit people surrounding ur body wit heart attack
u just a bomboras-clat that spining around flavor fla big clock
every time he shout FLAVOR.. FLA.den u like YAH let me suck ur dark cock
u not a rapper u just a former coming from all 4 corners tryin to be a MC performer so stop dis drama n learn some more grammar b4 i get u disappear like OSAMA but dont think he is the great because of NINE ELEVEN u n him career gone end up in SEVEN ELEVEN ur goin to HELL am gone be in HEAVEN
am the lyrical VAN-HELSIN i think ur trainer name is NELSON so ur hurry up n come get some LESSON
if ur act nice without contesting i will pour over ur head some of my BLESSING n give ur my grama old clothes 4 DRESSING cause ur homos need to know more
4 u tic tac cali wack u goin down like the movie blackhawk is down
u just a clown but i gat the crown surringound ur town den i drop heavy
bars like thousand tons make u gone bounce

that was weak ... SERIOUSLY .... if you think u can spit actually make an attack

dude you always say em right before you rap are drunk or are you fuckin a skunk tring to get the smell out of your lungs

yo yo yo nic waz up

Ahhhhhhh, I got all these niggas after me
LETS GO THEN BITCHES!!!!!!

Alright alright alright alright, everyone make a beat with me
Cause I'm grillin all 3 of ya niggas
Reale, Hakao (or whatever that Japanese mutha fckas name is) and ice jayI'm callin all 3 of ya out right one lets get get GET IT!!!!

Battlin spiratic leads to masses of dead adolescents like columbine
Vocals engulf ya mind from 7 of the illest text cats on 411 combined
It becomes clearer that Spiratic stays spittin superior
**** i think i found an iller krew...no thats us in the mirror
Attention: spiratic spits higher than ya level of comprehension
And then some givin krews extra learning lessons like detention
Known to write ill text like an author of a book about diseases
Straight key this, Spiratic stays spittin a rhyme that pleases
kids fall to shame when we spit lyriks that stall ya game
Spiratic collab more? nah we'd clog up the hall of fame
We should've won Best Krew but 411's too scared cuz we're new
Bust lyriks through, after readin this you'll be sayin VE who
The Spiratic Enigmas, I rep it to the fullest, despite-me~
I'mma stay 'holdin it down' like a 'penis' in 'tight-jeans'~
Of course it frightning, console spirits but nevet get near-it~
It's like dope to ya ears, It makes ya body shake whenever ya hear-it~
Continue to fear-it, Fuckin' broads in the the back-row with Ackro~
V.O.T.U.H drivin' the benz with a camera, startin' his own snap-show~
Y'all bouta get slapped-yo, It'll be the day when our fame-repents~
We literally got the 'star of the show', the actual Main-Event~
Who stained-the-prints, Our lyrics can be somewht hyponotizing~
Shut up Knuckleheads, ya ain't in Tic Tac Nic to be rising~
The bitch is lying, Me voicebox contains versified-components~
If dickryders where caskets, y'all would be the first-to-die-and-jump-on-it~
I make rappers retire-fast, you dont stand a dire-chance,,
Why fire-back when I alone can decimate your entire-pack,,
The mic? You better hand-me-that before I drop your candy-ass,,
The only thing missing from your sissy crew are their fanny-packs,,
The lesson you should learn-today is that you cant touch what our words-display,,
Please your crew has as much back up as invertabraes,,
From this point on, things arent the same as they used-to-be,,
This isnt another Ackro verse, this is your crews last eulogy,,
Were not about commercialism, cash, or rang-rovers,,
Were about whether 411hype is ready for the take-over,,
You get crushed-at-will, another lame crew for us-to-kill,,
Keep telling yourself you can�t feel us, cuz no one on this site can touch
our skills,,
Striking down on Doubters and Screaming "You Gotta-Lose!" to Other-
Krews
Smother-Dudes.. Had the Doc' Bopping his Head as I slid out of my Mothers-Womb
Double-You like The Letter, swinging blades - leave Katz in Submersed-Graves
Hurtin' Competition in the Worst-Ways since Days of Rocking the Stage in First-Grade
Combined with six-of-the-illest .. Main & Enigma'z, the one's Spitting-the-Realest
Know the Deal or End Squealing "Y'all Are Sick" When we Hitting-With-Steel-Fists
Ripping the Board .. S.E's Bringing-It-Pure When we stay Swinging-Our-Swords
Collecting Grimmy's .. Leave Crews in the hospital, now they finally Seeing-A-Ward
Snipping Y'all Chords, Come Blastin' With Words and Then Throw-In-A-Thrasing
Disposing-Of-Has-Beens .. S.E'z So ILL that Lepracy Victims Show-Us-Compassion
S.E ecthed in stone ecleptically, manifest destiny...stabbin' crews reppin weak
Steel cannons n' hollow tip mics...let the weapons speak... Beyond seven deep
A mastered quarterly profit to **** dimes, eating out the 'apple' of yah eye in 'quick time'
An spit lines,...typa sick ryhmes....leaving doctors so speechless dey' wanna equip mines
Last cat that wanted to battle,...died before the thread was posted
And ghosted,...before bein' roasted,..so hot angelFIRE wouldn't host it
This land is mine,..Grab you up and fuckin' choke you wit' da hands of time
Punchlines,...makin 'files backup',..faster than 'windows' with realligned spines
Better than us?...confusion is sworn...try a pencil n' maybe a better conclusion is drawn
We been Eons beyond yours,...Forcin' our moms to eat answers so solotions are born
Cable modems assigned....S.E ryhmes connect at speeds devine,..we just better on-lines
Who better online....
Im the type to use stray mics
To stab gays & dykes in broad daylight
Continue to stay tight and I may fight
And just might put you in ya gravesite
Live in dire fear and stay a mile clear
Or risk getting impaled with an entire spear
Spiratic Enigmas created an empire here
I�m quick to retire peers once this pierces ya ears
Making noise, hide when the best swarm
When my text forms ya liable to get ya necks torn
My words wreck swords, even vets swarn
That I can **** ya over so bad, my seed is in ya next born
Dream lines that shatter
Oracles that reflect the morals to death
Deem its mind over matter,
Mortals I bless, while on a rhetorical quest
Ill never hide from the battle,
To SE the rest is weak and helpless
This is the dark side of the shadow,
To battle me, you must seek hell with this

LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TO battle me in this GENERATION
IS gone be a lot of SURFERATION
4U i dont need no arms or ARMINATION 4 INTERVENTION
but i will use my lyrics COMPOSITION to stop any CONFRONTATION
U gone lose wit FRUSTRATION den i win wit CELEBRATION

in dis century dudes noe i'm da best, if u think u r betta than best, den i ma put u 2 a test. i'ma spit n let u noe u jux a wit and cos u r unluky u gon fall in a pit. cos u r kids in dis game and u cant batle me 2 win ya fame. i get amused cos ya lyrics r confused. i ma spit til u bleed, if u r scared u can flee cos u aint fit 2 batle me, so dudes up ur speed, cos u r F9 teens. u feel me!

luk u r a bomb i read ur stupid stunt ur lyrics r so dump listen dude, i ma make dis blunt. i bring da nu core i smash u wit my metaphores. i ma screw u cos i m da boss u can bet i rule da laws now i am here winning and u r there soaring cos ur lyrics r appaling i dont blame u cos u jux started learning i m gona stop here and when u comin back try 2 b clear i m jux tryna b sincere and dont b scared dis iz reality, u burnin in fire and u shud fear cos u jux met da JYVER!

gettem tic tac nic

Naaah, don't make excuses if you can't spit back, prick!
And stop the mumblin' you sound like Tic Tac Nic,
I'm annoyed, you get on my nerves like myelin,
You're a puppet, I play your strings like a violin,
Show me your theories or chemical laws, professor,
I got more draw than the draws in a dresser,
You talk about attacks, well make an advance,
It's sunday, go sing 'He's got the whole world in His hands',
Ask your girl, she thinks I got the whole world in my pants.

Your name makes up for the smell of your breath, you dick, jack prick,
'Yo Coach, I need to warm up,' Hand me a Tic Tac Nic.
Okay, 'OG', take off the plastic crown, you're rappin your best to a ghost town,
Spectres and ghouls will rape you, when they catch you with your clothes down,
Don't call me a freshman, coz I'm fresher than the semester when I took your girl for a tester,
A test drive, the best life, a thousand fathers for your wife,
My words twist you like you aint slept right,
A sick spit wakes you up, and you hear the call of the night,
But, you're just dreamin, of your crown, your pants are brown,
I guess you don't know where your ass is, what's up, what's down,
It's in your mouth, clown.
Your girls gogglin at me like it's a starin' match,
She's feelin' my balls, I say ' Wanna play catch?'
Don't like my raps? Well, I'm bakin' a new batch.
I'm the bully, remember the swirlies? it's a new term,
You don't know what my rap does to you, the effects are long-term,
Don't try it with me, I spit germs and your girl spits sperm,
Call the ambulance! I vomit because I spit sick,
My hands are hammers because I hit pricks,
You're like a **** leakage, I slip through the cracks,
You're deaf, they call your ear the house of wax.
I'm a meteor shower and this is the first impact,
If I spit anymore, your eyes will be bleeding, at worst, blacked,
Your girl just barreled into my balls, headfirst, CRACK,
I just banged her and she liked it, she aims to hit the sack,
Your words clog your airways, you can't breathe, it's an ASTHMA ATTACK.