Neverending Rap Battle

is it all yours? coz i recognized a line i wrote about 2 years ago in there, but im not sure as it was soo long ago..is it all yours?

“Lildaddy”, there is a rule that we follow
There’s no stealin’ in here – hell, we don’t even have to borrow
Every verse you post has to be one of your own
Otherwise you’re gonna find yourself stuntin’ alone
So get with the facts and keep up with your growth
‘Cause there’s no bitin’ or chompin’ up in this show
Besides, I’ve seen this verse once or twice before
It seems that everybody is stealin’ things by the load
I’m hotter than a heatwave
While punks like you spit the same garbage like a replay
Scratched, screwed, cut and chopped up by a DJ
I get expensive pussy, you’re fuckin’ it the cheap way
That, dude, is a jack move - plus your manoeuvres are wack too
You’re a washed-up rapper, forever usin’ the shampoo
You’re waitin’ for me to come out of the closet
I’m chuckin’ you in it, and turnin’ it into a coffin
And who the ****’s Reed? Some weed-smokin’ fiend?
I’ll use this Reed as a whip and make you scream like a queen
I’m not 50 Cent, I don’t carry the loose change
But you’re about to be +Interscope+/”in the scope” thanks to my true aim
You listen to Miley Cyrus too? This raggedy dude’s lame
I’m about to put this object of travesty to shame
“LilDaddy”’s his username, he fathers big kids
But I’ve fathered a style that I son this kid with
I put some children inside your mother’s thick lips
She can open up a creche with all her infants
When they see you, they’ll say, “Mum, is that Daddy for real?”
She’ll say, “Don’t be silly, kids! That Daddy is too Lil!”

Well if you go back and read my previous raps, it's the same exact thing.
Except for the "Miley Cirus" thing. I dont know nothin' bout that.

coincidentally i beleive that miley cyrus line was the one line i think was mine, i recall it from a year or 2 ago, hmmm strange.

oh no my mistake, i think the beaver line was my old one

Do you know of other intellectual rappers other than this one? If so please share them with us all!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHI-lsEkuiI&feature=related

Theres a symetrical pattern of passion through my body
So when im grabbing the pencil or rapping a chemical reaction happens
Cerebral assasin,
Ive come to claim the game ill pave the way invade my space then taste my blade as i engrave my name
Ive been a slave to pain
No chain and a whip
This pains internal and it remains till my burial
As i lay grey and stiff under my grave
Im done with the strain
Months with hunger and the butter saved is out of date
And people wonder how i made a meal out of crumbs on my plate
How i never succumbed to the vultures when i was the bait
Im speaking methorphorically

These are words i never said
Because these words i shouted
Herds of cowards scared to blout **** so i learnt to out it
I stand out of from the crowd
And still remain grounded

lol, u cool

mayne bruh, you makin up **** last
your rymes are wack

Your mama should just smack yo ass
Right on yo back
Leave a red mark to last
Like battle scars fro beatin the odds from knuckels of brass.
My lyrics are like weapons
they come in mass
they get that ass
youll never forget that ass.. woopin
its enough cookin to leave you shook n
wonderin which way to look
on the path you took

but mane…

you just woke up from that smack
on your back
it was a full blown attack on that ass
wait,
mane I forgot that on yo back
you caint turn back
you already spat your rap

now its my turn
to show you my rap battle attack
a full blown attack
enough of it to smack that ass
back into the sense that you realize you know you lack
and maybe youll realize that my mass of a rap has just snapped you back

Atrain
You should of brought your A-Game
But now you fucked cause I am the train
Ill smash ya ass on railroad tracks, wheels cannot be tamed
You add numbers, 3 4 5 because thats the only place you get in it
Well I get in number one, cause Ill wip your ass A-gain
To me your like Tiny Tim, and I'm the scrooge
Ive came back from my little break and you've done put me in a bad mood
Imma laugh if Dauer comes back and smack all of ya rookies
Ya rookies have no experiance, just like your appearence
Your raps are on clearence
As mine is on full price
I put butter on my rice, make ya think twice
Knock the cap off yo fat ass, break your neck thrice
Its Tic Tac Nic, representin AB4L, you know what it is
Holla back at yo TTN and I'll get at you cuz

I open the show like a host, throw open the curtain
I’m a Flow Joe, I’m a pro, so solely disturbin’
I’m mentally challenged, kickin’ up habits
Kinda like stickin’ up rabbits at a festival splash in Alice’s Land
Don’t be mad at me because I can spit saliva similes
Sick as a Siamese twin with a sickle cell disease
Smellin’ leaves like hippies and tree-huggers
Fingerin’ freaks ‘cause I’m a hell of a mean lover
My feet are middle-sized with Adidas cleats on them
With stomps so big Big Foot couldn’t put his feet on them
Autistic as I am, I’m meticulate at that
You couldn’t fingerprint my raps if you were sittin’ at the scanner
with luggage racks goin’ through checks at the airport
You SEE what I mean – so what’re you givin’ me stares for?
My style is thick as Lenor, slick as a dog
Hittin’ your whore harder than multiple sticks to the wall

I like your little rap
But it isn't enough to fool me
Repeat my rap name with a total of three
My bee stings are as quite tough as its nest
My eyes are focused on you, but now forget the rest
This isn't a rap battle 'cause I know you'd be a hard test
But if you wanna battle me then bring on the quest
Illustraight, I'm gonna illustriaght some pictures for you
Since your mentally challenged it would be helpfull to you
With my steel mic, I hold it up-right
and fight these jaws of Oblivion
And claw you with these claws I produce in my rhythm
I'm spittin', I'm not fizzin' out like a
pop can that fizzes when you shake it
I'm bring smooth lines that I can make but you can't take it
I playin', X-Ray rayin' with the mic as the weapon
You are stairs that I step on, get to steppin'
I equip the best, but you got the light armour
Can't protect you from my attacks 'cause my definition is I'm the harmer
Get girls, call me the charmer
While you musty and workin' on a farm, baby farmer
It's Tic Tac Nic, come at me yo
Let's get to it so we can both read our flow's

There never used to be autistic MC's
But this one's about to turn the game 360 degrees
Like Tony Hawk when he flips and he picks a good scheme
To wow the skateboard fans, and it's vicious to see
How such stamina can manifest from a man with such talent
It's damaging from an artist who makes rap a good habit
And make an impact so +Grand+ even a +Vizier+ can't imagine
I mean, what's the sickest that can happen?
When a rapper's spitting quotes daily burning bitches like candles
Taking stabs at the game like little kids who fight adults
And that is kinda what I'm like; in a mad cypher I set the mic alight
and watch the rest of it die like a fire
The hype? Nah, I don't believe it
I make a presentation perfect just like a high school open evening
I'm a soul believer, the Holy Spirit lives in Illustraight
And I'm not real? How? ..... Maybe you can iterate?

hes a navy seal
he kills you like veal
he is the mothafuckin real deal
trident on his wrist
now hes gettin pissed
u better run bitch cuz ur next on his list
he killed osama
then banged yo mama
u better watch out cuz he is rollin with obama!
in bad decisions a good seal says naahh
but when the mission is done they all scream
OOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

ok right here im tryin to prove a point
i rap so hard u neec an oint-ment
cuz i burn your skin
ah im goin in
nevermind thats what weezy says
hes with the best in the industry
all you other posers are just so musty
ur all rusty
and crusty
i have the lust for blood
i splash mud
in ur face then slit ur neck
what a mess
this is all theoretical though
and yes, i fucked ur hoe
whoa, did i say that?
thats a secret
y did i leak it?
damnit
whateva im out

......At least YOU’ll do when I’m through with you
What the **** has gotten into this dude?
You ain’t a Navy soldier, you’re a small cadet
Arguin’ with a rap Field Marshal vet
Hmmmm, I thought my last verse would’ve taught him a lesson
My barrel’s a full clip when I’m holdin’ this weapon
The only time you see SEALs is out on an open zoo
With balls on their noses and hoppin’ over you
newslimshady is not Eminem, this piece of dookie is a fag
But since he wants to be an Eminem/M&M, I’ll put him in a BAG!

Haaaaa I like the last verse, that was fresh.

Ayo Slimmy,
I'm gonna lay a somethin somethin out here iight

You runnin' away like a roadrunner
I'm gunnin' away like a sharpshooter
1 in the head and 1 in the chest
1 in the leg so you can't run no more, pest
I rap the best, You get F's on tests
My freestyle has swagg, but you're still in the M&M Bag!
I ball on rookies, like my balls were in her mouth
She a slut so I payed her and I hit it from the south
Want to hit me? Play Now! And let's start the game
I will get 100 points before you even came
I rain down lyrics, I rain down power
I rain down raps, just like a shower
I'm clean like a flower, but you smell like rank ass
Your still stuck in the ground like long dead grass
I'm Dr.Thunder, you're just a newtown wonder
You fucked with me and Illustraight and now you just blundered
And now you call your self Eminem, because you're white and rapping
But you better step up
You want to be better then your heros, so stop with the snapping
It's Tic Tac Nic, and my face has a little grinny
So bring on the competetors who is at least better then young Slimmy...

I borrowed the last line from the Grind Time battle between Illmaculate and Conceited, but hey - it's still effective.