Neverending Rap Battle

Oh, you want me to rap. Not rap battle. Iight bruh. I got you
Lemme think of somethin right quick

I got a riddle what’s little and talks big
with midget arms and creamy white fillin in the middle
that will do anything to throw dirt on my name
if it means walkin the whole Mediterranean
isn’t it Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian no
it's Dave, Raymond, and oh, Osario. so sorry woah
but that was a long time ago when I was just joe shmoe
rappin in joe blows basement I apologized for it befo, so
either except it or you don’t and lets move on
if I’ve shown that I’ve grown and get the bone
keep lickin these nuts you industry mutts
keep walkin around sniffin each others butts
or should I say asses
what would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses
the question I ask is
how can I explain this
how can I swing this in English language
if I switch to slang and turn man to man
do I do it in vain or simply to entertain
am I bein real or am I bein fake
am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine
or am I caught up in this hot water wody on my daughter
I told ya I love this culture don’t let em’ insult ya
I’m tell ya one me (a)gain this is the environment that I was brought up in
but every now and then I use my pen to get rid of some frustration
or should I say or should I say shun
is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism
your face is numb your stunned your look is cold
like that of a man of seventy some years old
and it only gets colder which Is why I understand
and cant be mad at a forty four year old fan
with a chip on his shoulder who only owns a half of a magazine
and the only way to have it seen is to put me on the front of it again
only thing that makes him grin is to see me frown
papa cant stand me papa needs to take his medication and sit the **** down
in his new chair that goes round and round
that he bought from new money in his bank account
that I get him every issue when the thang comes out
sit back and let his puffy clown hair come out
and let his black side arm wrestle his white side
yell Apartheid loud enough that he might slide
he might find someone dumb enough who might ride
but aint nobody over here buyin two white guys disguised as pro black
there is no slack
far heart for college grat. In a fitted hat and a hunch back
standin by the clearance coat rack
in some old slacks and some R.S.O throwbacks
Tic Tac Nic in the place to be c
and it takes what I got to rock the mic right
still not gonna cater these punks
fuckin cocksuckin pussy lips haters dicks cunts

- TTN

Tic Tac Nic, why would you bite an Eminem verse? You know better than that!

Another 16-bar verse:

An incredible professional, a heterosexual
Intelligent, credible and a flexible gentleman
Who’s apparently terrible
But considered a sensible man who came from a special school
To excel as a spectacle
Not in a non-sensical fashion like those celebrities do
Hilton and Winehouse, Schiffer and Witherspoon
I’m in a rage, breakin’ your whole set into specimens
(Illustraight, chill! Let me get you some medicine!)
I don’t need drugs - I’m in excellent health, friend
My hair is clean too; I just got rid of the keratin
I take my supplements, I’m on a vegetable regimen
Celery, Chinese cabbage, lettuce, asparagus
Carrots and radishes, onions, shallots and fennels
Garlic and herbs, watercress, spinach and lentils
All of these things make me a mentally chipper man
These things are edible, so they can go in the platter pan

The lines in bold are the SICKEST lines I ever wrote.

hmmm funny , I did reply to u 1st and I wasnt named in ur diss????

super soldier solar ebola sick a this , icarus ,disease, ya'll caught
envy eyed,
empty mind,
emcee's not hot
ya'll cant make words flow in ur vicintity ,
ya'll mini me,
u havent been in a break circle since ur virginity ,
ya'll prof's lab rats an quneia pigs ,
infiniti,
the cloning machine's on the fritz again
you wanna spitz the flem
then change ya barcode and get a new description
ppl be ill,need pills, prof refill,give u a new prescription
you can take what they feeding ya an chew through the fiction
or you can understand what there saying
an read through a diction ary
or not !keep ya door locked, Reaper warlock,
keep the flow underground make the mourge rock,
hold the holes in yo body open like a mexico whore spot an horse cock
be like bella bonita with tha tissue is this issue a sore spot ?
**** dude turned arouned its you , ur say "of course not"
some say im unorthodox
but it aint my religon
third eye vision
check out girls with my peripherals
Bitch I have a ritual , tells me if what im sayings to diffucult
for you to comprehend , comprende?
don't matter what ya friends say, im ya sensei
didnt ya learn from mathers its a political defense game ?
I sense ur sense of fame is the same feeling as when cocaine hit yo brain
what ever I gots the dope mang , what you dealing ?

funny how when i spit , ya'll stop talking **** !

I got bored. I couldn't write. But I did switch some little words and rhymes in that rap if you look at it a couple times. And it was just a rap. Not a rap BATTLE. And I'm not that good at rapping so....ya already know. But hey, what's wrong with throwin some little Eminem on this thread?

But I do know better then too copy and paste. Too young to go to Jail bruh bruh

You can rap about being bored. The secret to making effective raps is to talk about what's on your mind and let the whole world know it. It's all about feelings and emotions, dude. Take me, for example:

I'm bored, I'm out of my mind
I've run out of lines, and I'm fresh out of rhymes to write down
on a piece of paper - I don't feel like quittin', still spittin'
Still livin', still givin' my thoughts and feelings to these chicks and bitches
Who don't know the meanin' of understandin'
Takin' the mickey out of me has turned a habit
And they can't scratch it
Bein' stepped on in school, I never planned it
Just like Justin Timberlake bringin' a titty out of Janet
They don't know what else to do - whatever I intend to tell, I spew
Don't get it twisted, I'm merely helpin' you
Get the best out of me like I get the best of you
Half of me is fiction, but the rest I tell is true
Tic Tac, Nik Naks, spit black
Whatever; bitin', I'm against that
Like Jay-Z, I can't get with that
I just freestyled in a disorderly style
But the point is to let you know that it's all in the mind

I''m bored as hell
But mom always told me not to kiss and tell
What ever I write, if I still feel like it's a fail
I still write, I'll get up if I just fell
Watchin' TV in this fucked up apartment
I would re-build this complex if I can get ahold of the parchment
I'm jacked right? I still hold this mic up-right
I spit a couple there and I'll spit a couple here, cause I'm just tight
I'll take flight, I have American rites. Get big, your skinnier than a twig
You say you got hair down there, but your wearin' a wig
Illustraight helpin' me out. No problem with that
Two rappers writin' sick lyrics, we spittin' like it's a chat
I was flat back then with the Prashant Shady drama
But if he were too battle me now I'll make him run home to his mama
I'll give speeches like Obama, but mines would be in rhymes
Cause if I were ever president, this world would feel my lines
I tightin' my enemies up like quick bines, spit lyrics and make 'em shine
Cause for now on, no more jokes. The replies I say, they're all gonna be mine!

Haaaaaaaa. Thanks Illustraight. It's more easier then I thought it would be!

You say you killed god,
too fuckin bad I already hit him with my quad
you may see your lines as a shrine,
but too bad all you do is whine,
you must of worked so hard,
and worked all night,
too bad because your about to be scarred,
you wanna put people on the cross,
though your to busy having a toss,
your a jew who the hell are you,
John Gotti he still on the titter tottie,
Your shotty's by your side,
too bad you've already died,
I may be new to the game,
but I definately can play,
you say your rhymes are most def the richest,
I think it is time for you to sleep with the fishes

(no disrespect man first attempt)

Just got back from school
Although it wasn't cool
Got 5 assignments in math
**** it, the school staff can kiss my math equasion's ass
Make raps will make people shatter like glass
If you blink once, I'd be gone in a flash
I'm built rap tough. Number 1 class
Make ya girl spend time with me, and we'll have a blast
Spendin' time on Facebook. So much of my friends want to battle me
But what they don't understand is not to underestimate me
I'll make all them bitches flee, no one can touch the Double T
With the magic ending with the N, I'll make ya **** bend
I blend in with the mic, rhymes are like spikes
They stab you like a pike
It's been real with ya, so I'm gonna kick it freestyle
I'm gonna **** on 6 of those rookie niggas that joined here
And grill all of them like 8 Mile
My shiloh, but if you get crumpt with my I go Halo
I may procrastinate later, I got stuff to do
Holla at me with some raps ya, la-le-do-de-de-dooooooo

-TTN

almost comatose feel nothing, apathetic
here because i get buzzed , ya'll raps pathetic,need a medic , **** a doctor
disrupt ya shakra
the motha ******* monster , conquer , this song here , played by the souls so old turn stone turned cold turn coal burn holes through the diamond rhymeing , no mattter what situation im in , got ethics , hip hop breath spit , the deafest def ish , what ev's bin there done that , smack you in the face with a pun rap , got the faith to never be fake , create , relate , aniliate violate ya mind when the rhyme make ya pupils dialate , what you aint got scruples , u want the dope , prof got spoonfuls ,silver linings an moon fulls , bring gravity to the situation moon pull,has my flow go hydro, cyclone , mics'blown, hype zone, fight stand alone with hands a stone one man alone strutting with the confidence of a balanced concience we all done **** , slummed it some **** nonsense , other ish contents , make you think , take a drink , fountain of youth , have numeroligist counting the truth , neurologist , an phycolgist trying to analyse all of this , in the booth , in the street , in a group of super sayins , who feeel super saying what we saving this week , blazking this cheech blazing , feel amazing blazing dis speach , not enough days in the week, put every effort to do the best work , use ya heart till ya chest hurt , destiny manifester , just a dream ,


naw 4 freal ?

DAMN PROFESSOR!!!

time to stir up,time to do my thing
Add up all this paper I'm getting,I'll produce a best selling book,Coretta Scott King
And these leeches trying to get my riches and rewards
Killing the competition,twisten the cords
And these bitches is bankrupt,like GM and Ford
Car dealership trips monthly and we buy the whole damn store
different venues every night,different hoes
I have them an ultimatum like jason bourne
I'm tired of the bullshit,all of you are thorns on my side
and like denzel,you know i sure keep my pride
and we came up in place where we were supposed to fail,system override

Man to all the veterans on here your remember me haha...ive been gone awhile as ive had the nastiest writers block ever, Advice to everyone on here...dont try change your natural rapping style as once you turn away from it, its hard to get it back...i still havent.



Vibe through the night as where high on the best weed
Friends side by side never mind we got plenty
Till we find the life that we envy
Light the pipe and lets fly like JET li
Lets see,
Bottle of hennessey with a toast to the enemies
They will never be levelling with a pen ill be developing a recipe
To dead any emcee
Best beleive
Rest in piece
If you send for me

NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE THE OLD ME!


As a kid a nipper, i witnessed the bigger picture
Living in ritches good be realer than charlie sheens diminished liver
So i was writing, reciting my rhymes all night assigning a time limit
tryna spit quicker, than tech nine in my split mirror

I grabbed a pen and filled the cartridge with my brimming pain
Shits insane
The games gonna need a zimmer frame when ive finished giving my opinion
I show no love to the villains like Eminem or lil wayne
I dont **** with no gimicks just for a lil fame

Flashing cameras on average rappers that come through
What happened to rappers like pac and the big pun too
But dont worry now we got wacka flocka and lil twist
Ive got more talent in my lil finger or my lil sis

Dauer, I think you were a little hard on eminem,
you may think your so much better than him,
But who gives a rats ass,
he is making millions while you suck male ass,
You see yourself as the pope,
speaking as if your dope,
just remember don't drop the soap,
Do you sleep with the bible,
Cos youve been saying the same ****
like it is vital, here have a pencil,
go home write some **** and make it suspenseful,
"Death to my first son", too ******* bad I dont have one,
But I tell you what I do have a gun,
I may be new to the game, but boy I can play,
Put the ball in my court and I will swish it all day

(no disrespect intended, just rapping)

[Hook]
I had a dream last night, it consisted of fear
Thinkin’ of a song to write, I was upset and in tears
It was the most distressing vision that I have seen
I call it a freestylist’s dream

[Verse]
Check it out
I went to sleep and dreamed that I was in the studio
Sat outside the booth with my head down, doodlin’ notes
That would be eventually pieced together as a song
Wrote it in five minutes, it didn’t take me long
There were six odd other people sittin’ beside me
But nobody else, emptiness to the other side of me
The booth was surrounded by a glass window
It was blurry, almost as if it was smothered with mist smoke
I felt nervous, head full of verses
that I could come out with in the spur at the moment, just to stir things
My mind was disturbed with unnervin’ word ****
Thinkin’ of some things to immerse the herd in
Butterflies in my stomach, my heart skipped a beat
Plus the stare from my host looked plain simple to me
And that’s the minute I knew that it was my cue to spit
I began to flicker through notes to see what I could come up with
Hundred of lines covered every page
Literally from top to bottom, but none of them had my name on them
Looked at the invigilator, sweatin’ from my pores
And for a minute, I thought I could feel wetness in my drawers
I was THAT afraid, even though I could conjure up a verse
quicker than a magician, but I was sadly lost for words
I thought I could prove better
But my learning problem got me in a loose tether, I experienced crude weather
I felt uncomfortable, I couldn’t look at the teacher’s reaction
‘Cause I was too busy lookin’ at my notes in sad fashion
The other candidates just sat there in silence
And glanced at me with apathy, inside I was dyin’
My eyes were still, had a sick feeling in my body
Half of my mind committed suicide like kamikazes
I was in a slumped posture, I was already dead
I could see the invigilator sat in front of me there
With an obvious plain look of disappointment on his face
Suddenly, the picture flashed, and that’s what caused the wake
The next thing I knew I was back in my room
That’s what inspired me to write the rap in this book

You think this is a good name? :

A.B.4.L

Lol eminem biter