Neverending Rap Battle

First off, I wanna say retarded isnt a seperate race
stop while youre ahead bitch, call me youre saving grace
Youre on youre own level? ya well its one fuckin below me
got youre girl on her knees, she fuckin loves to blow me
I don't need a pass to slap that ass silly
to say youre the best is nothin past blasphemy
I'll say it one more time, please stop talking about your education
You're elementary school, Im runnin whole nations
And oh ya I'm a pebble your a bolder?
explain to me this bitch, then how can i carry youre weak ass verses on my shoulders

J money means jerk money meanin u masterterbate for cash
I rock ya face off like I'm slash
Ben franklin be chillin on my dash
george Washington can kiss ma ass
now don't get mad cuz I'm lyriclly gifted
don't get pissed cuz the tables have been shifted
and don't get upset that the criteria has been lifted
What u mean u ain't lost do u know where u are?
This is a rap battle not the backseat of ur car
kill anyone? I think u should kill J money
he's lookin for a way out like a bee lookin for honey
my rhymes are sick they get cha nose a little runny
if u ain't a human what are you
ur a pussy now don't try to argue
imma burn u son like we at a BBQ
So be ready to get set on fire son cuz my shits hot
u colder than a freezer in other words ur not

Just got back, finished the exams,
Back in the flow, broke the dams,
I bust the writer's block with a mental bomb,
Where have all these fresh rappers come from?
Someone's been diggin' up the dirt,
I'm tryin' to write, but my hands hurt,
I see some zombies spittin' blood and guts,
Flash my scimitar, give 'em a thousand cuts,
Send y'all back to the dead,
Blow your brains out the back of ya head,
Turn your white shirt red, so you look dirty,
I'm a postman spittin' letters like qwerty,
Now dogs are gonna bark at me,
Dunno why you're pissed at me, I'm not a tree,
But, I am above you, like a marquee,
I got a birds-eye view of the sea,
I see all you lil fishes waitin' for me,
I'm gonna swoop down like a crane,
Or dive bomb you like a plane,
Either way, I'm fly.

~Reale

first of all u aint ill,
dont even have any skill,
say u comin at me with a fuckin ak,
trin ta diss me and u going about it the wrong way,
u wanna come at me go ahead,
if u do just remember what i said,
u say im the wack one,
homie my wrath has just begun,
homie ur rhymes make no sence,
u sound like a bitch version of 50 cent,
i bet ur everyone's bitch,
u trin to get the whole 10 yards but all u can get is an inch
i dont give a **** what u think homie,
im the **** and i dont care if u disagree,
u think ur ill but u sound like ****,
u suck motha fucka and u need to quit,
im gettin ready to drop some **** cause the lyrics i spit,
are all hits and ill break it down 4 ya bit by bit,
i came here to spit my verse and imma just leave a curse,
on all who oppose me ull be leavin in a hearse,
these lyrcs i sipt are like gold, yours are worn out and old,
im so sick with it and i leave u in da cold,
put a hole in ya vest, put u in an eternal rest,
and ill 4eva be reppen the west.

Qwerty, aint that a bitches name?
my **** is hot cause im spittin flames,
u say i weak but u cant even drop a verse,
talkin **** and not backin it up makes u look even worse,
why dont u just get a fuckin clue,
i bet u listen to bitch bands like blink 182,
my flows will destroy you,
slice right through you,
like a knife through butter,
my flows so sharp the call me “the cutter”.

I said I'm above you, but this time like a canopy,
Gonna straighten you out to eliminate anarchy,
I'm all for peace 'coz I study philanthropy,
Them archaeologists are gonna be studying your bones,
Wonderin' whose flow destroyed these diluvian homes,
Send you spinnin' and confused like them cyclones,
Buzzin' about you like a swarm,
Sudden violent attacks like a storm,
You can say I don't conform to the norms,
I perform with different verse forms, I'm free form,
You lot are pricks, like green thorns,
You look forlorn, 'coz I just gave the forewarning,
When the night's finished there'll be more mourning in the morning.

You Reale, I like yo **** man. It's real nice.

lol thanks

What you think holmie, my **** any good?

I aint that good lol
Yeah, it's all good, just make sure you go through your whole rap before you post it,
like look for mistakes, see if you could make it any better, stuff like that.
Pretty good tho' : )

You're a hard head, you're full of cement,
A bit of knowledge, but your skill = zero percent,
No wonder everyone walks all over you,
My Vans are the only things you look up to,
Call me a concrete killer, a jackhammer driller,
Blood spiller, void filler but not a concrete pillar,
'Coz I smash 'em down with my fist,
Give you writer's block, a twisted wrist,
Holla back if you think ya got the soul,
Think ya bulletproof, well I've made a hole,
Now you're lookin' cold, Think you're bold?
Go back to the rock from which you rolled.

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y'all stole my **** from page 503

that curse verse rhyme sounds familiar.. oh ya i just did it
You're in charge of the game? bitch you aint even wit it
I sound like a bitch version of 50 cent?
You wont be saying that when i leave yo ass bent
I get an inch? bitch i take the whole field
shut youre mouth home boy, and keep that **** sealed.
no one wants to hear you talk anymore, youre done
You couldnt get a record deal if you were diddys son.
You rep the west? I guess its time i get the **** outta Cali
I want bosses reppin my home town not yo bitch ass, sally.

Swear on my name homie, that was a huge ass coincidense. I hadn't never seen dat. Haha

U SAY U GONNA PUT THE SMACKDOWN THEN DO IT,
DONT JUST KEEP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH AND GLUE IT,
BITCH I DONT PUT ON AN ACT THIS IS MY LIFE,
U THE ONE THINKIN HES THE **** IN THIS HERE STRIFE,
BITCH U SAY U GONNA BEAT ME DOWN GO AHEAD,
NIGGA **** WITH ME ULL BE HANGING BY A THREAD,
U TALK ABOUT REALL RAPPAZ BUT U AINT ONE,
U **** WITH ME HOMIE ULL GET OUT DONE,
NIGGA GIVE MY A HARD HIT,
I DONT EVEN GIVE A ****,
BECAUSE U CANT EVEN FLOW,
NIGGA U NEED TO JUST LET IT GO,
UR RHYMES SUCK AND U SOUND LIKE CRAP,
NIGGA U IN A FUCKIN TRAP,
TO FAIL EVER SENCE U STARTED THIS BEEF,
IM DONE WITH THIS ROUND TO KEEP IT REAL BRIEF

I did start the beef, but that was because i saw you had zero talent.
youre a fuckin donkey boy, Im a hero's Stallion
You say I got no flow, and my rhymes are mediocre?
Then why am I bangin on you, you fuckin joker.
Lets take it to the croud and see whos really victorious
You're emberassing yourself homeboy, I'm Glorious
This shits youre life dog? I think You alrady said that one
Try creativity player, you really got none
You said you wanna keep it brief, but you got nothin to say
youre a piece of **** faggot, I could flush you for days
I'll be hanging by your thread? Thats probably youre only possesion.
I'll leave this beef alone so you can go back to youre bieber obsession.

I got nothing else to do, may as well shoot some bullets through you,
Just for target practice, 'coz I rap for free, I rap for fun,
You're just the fuckin' target dummy, I'm the gun,
Call me a shotgun or an M16,
A beretta or something in between,
You talk about D9 havin' an obsession,
Kinda like you and my Smith & Wesson,
I spit bullets and I'm a blast,
Like Terminator back in the past,
You gotta watch me like a Rolex,
I don't move slow like slow sex,
I'm fast, you don't know where I'm gonna flow next,
I'm fast with my writing, I spit lightning,
Whereas you spit a dribble, I'm like a fountain,
You're like a hill, I'm like a mountain,
For me this is a mounting,
While for you...well you're drowning,
In my spit, 'coz I spit like the rain,
Why you tryin to imitate me, we aint the same,
You're all bravado, all muscles and no brain.

You keep on creating but never sending,
The scale of your fear is never ending,
Why don't you spit once, even a dribble,
I understand I might chop you into kibble,
But have some confidence in yourself,
Shake the dust from that rap you put up high on the shelf,
Take advantage of your health, of your wealth and of yourself,
I understand that I might destroy you, completely obliterate you,
But so what, I'm sure you don't want the mirror to hate you,
Everyone fails, you might lose a few sales, might end up in jail,
But you have to reform, be reborn, your life has to be redrawn,
So send your raps out, even if you doubt them,
Forget your teddies, you can face me without them,
Hurry up, and speak the word like Malcolm.

Calling Out Names

To all the fake rappers on this forum
This is a basketball rap and I’m gonna score one
‘Til it goes through the net, one point on the scoreboard
Lay you down flat like a plate full of smorgasbord
You just stirred the hornet’s nest, you just made the boar snort
You just made the horse kick, the tiger and the lion roar
The rhino’s sleep is disturbed, the bull has sharpened its horns
He’s chargin’ for you, so better run for the door
Like a matador who couldn’t bring the cow to his knees
‘Cause all you motherfuckers are plain cowards to me
When I’m rhymin’ with power, I shower clouds of diseases
With sour boils up on you townsfolk, and now you’re in grief
Cryin’, wailin’, bellowin’, yellin’ out, “How can this be?!
I got better rhymes than Ills, HE should have the defeat!”
Then you realise that a rapper like me cannot be beat
He conceives kills just like a bunch of African seeds
Who go around with spears to slaughter thousands of meat
Deer that jump up and down on their feet, and roam around in the heat
How callous is he?
Illustraight brings hot and crispy fire the way that he empowers the beat
And when he does, he kills the snares maliciously
Applies the paint straight on the board from the palette with ease
I bring ounces of pain
Oodles of wit, and stacks of humour, and I didn’t even call out any names
It’s ironic, ‘cause that’s what I called this verse that I spit
I’m able to flow like millions of sperm that can swim
And the ovary’s the nucleus of production
So as soon as this baby’s born, ain’t NOTHING on this Earth’s gonna stop him from bustin’
But I've been born a reformed man
Sittin’ back chillin’ in my B-Boy stance
But I’m not a B-Boy, I’m just a boy playin’ you like toys
Soon as I load the cannon up, I just aim and destroy

(*explosion*)