Neverending Rap Battle

Ditto.

i grew up in the wrong hood,goin threw a revolution
tryin to get my education,maybe a highschool instatution
but that aint gonna happen, stained blood on my knucles everyday
im always goin to my room wishing that my dad would cum back,i pray
my grandfather is a pussy,always tryin to get extra dough
for what!not to give me food,and pay some **** hoe
my assistant job is tiring,dont know how long i can last
basically do everything in the store,for minumum cash
my step mother aint no good for nothing either
i have to write 2000 word essays,while she watches justin beiber
im living the hard life,wondering if this wats life like
getting jumped in the back alley,sum broke bastard stole my bike
but i learned from all the punches i took,now you wanna fight!
i wish i was the kid who always had no problems and flew kites
now brothers and sisters act like a bitch on purpose to make my life hard
i have to walk for great distances,especially wen i lost my metro card
not to mention i was anti social,wasnt good at makin frends
i wish those bullys would see me now,ill **** them up again
even when i knew a girl liked me,i asked her out and she was in denial
because im some chump who always got jumped,dont beleive me?look at my file
when i was 14 i started to learn the new style
this aint no diss,this is my first freestyle
look back when i was kid,which i wanna be now

That's what I like to see my duke. From the heart and not being an asshole like you were. That was deep and good. Good job.

now im having crazy fun,im goint to partys
who cares if im 15,im still gettin good shortys
im baggin mad girls,wearin my own g shock
nigga never had a chanse,can please stop
living with my dad,having celebrations
im learning to rap.i listen to rap stations
i hide threw the shadows and i dont get caught
i worked my way hard and killed what i faught
going to stores robbing banks,its called stealing
spend the bank money on poker,take a seat im dealing
i dont have to smoke drugs to get an ace of clubs
guy sayin"samyboy you wasted"getting beer from thugs
a guy giving a 90 k earing to a girl,but those shits is studs
bitch cant you see? those are fake
if it was real,why is it softer then cake
so the guy gets pissed and starts to punch me
hes beating me up,till i sed challenge me in rugby
he sed if i lose i owe him dozens of money
i sed ok and got up and fixed myself proper
i looked at my nose and decided to go to a doctor
the next morning im back,and i look at the roster
im vs the guy that punched me,and people sed he was a monster
i was like your skills dont get me offend
i lost the game, ran away
and decided to do it all over again

thanks and my 2nd freestyle was for fun

(Alecia Keys Unthinkable Freestyle)

I wanna live.....

Life, Bordering Open Sea's
Wife, Forking in Groceries
Nice, Porche with a Golden Key
No Police Patrolling Me
Who Hope to Seize some Coke n Weed
My "Stolen Coat n Jeans"
These Broken Teeth are Trophies from a Homeless Teen
Not Feins
Yes I Am, Who i Am
A Spokesman for the Folks with Dreams
If Lonely Roll with Me this Road is Cold and Bleak
Let Moses Lead.........
Yo
I am the Voice of the Voiceless,
Thats getting kinda Cliche
But Thesedays, Emcees Say
What He Says, and He Makes that Creamcake
But im not in in for the Money
Thats a Priveledge to be Given
Im just Spitting coz im Hungry


Just a quick freestyle exploring different complex whyme schemes

Yeah, I just happened to receive the same message.

Intro:
Why is it so dark in here?
Who turned out the lights?
Somebody put them back on
Somebody?
It's getting a little chilly in here

Verse:
I hate darkness - I always did ever since I was small
Been repelling it every moment and minute I grew tall
What's the cause? When it comes to this darkness there is no pause
Either someone broke the fuse box or they simply switched the lights off
It's past 12 o'clock, now the night falls
Getting home is an eyesore
Especially when you have to hitch a ride home
There's no escape from the evil disease besieging this metropolis
It is around us, and there is no getting out of it
Even if you begged the Lord to get you out of there
That is out of the question - it is profound that it surrounds the whole town square
And showering us with fright, it towers over the lights
Never out of the sight of those who roam around the city in this time of night
Darkness is like the Devil, it rules at a higher level
Not even the stars have the courage to stand up to this nightly rebel
Skyscrapers and office blocks even know this well
It doesn't take a second for the darkness to expose itself
Shadows are lurking in every nook and the cranny
I even see a shadow of a person every time I look at my granny
And especially the way my nanny watches me like she's looking to grab me
Take the slipper off her foot and just smack me
I look at her and ask her, "Why the hell are you doing this, nanny?
Is it because your fish is undercooked or your noodles are nasty?"
"No, it's because your mother and I didn't have any rice today
Now take this tuna sandwich and stick it back in the microwave!"
I get annoyed and say, "Ah, does Gran wanna fight today?
I'm gonna stuff her face with some crackers and spicy cakes!
Here! Eat them! Take that, you old miser face!
You don't like it, then go upstairs under the mattress and hibernate!"
Everywhere there has to be darkness
Gloom, suspense, terror, mood swings - but I don't want to have any part in it
Fighting and bag swinging, man, I just cannot be bothered
Sometimes I wish I'd just go back to my father
It's okay for my brother, he's just had a new daughter
Had a wedding and never invited us, he's married his partner
The last time I saw him, he put a bit of fat in his stomach
I was sitting in Hyde Park Corner, that was in London
Chilling in the park playing on my handset with cousins
When suddenly, I looked up, and the bastard was strutting
I didn't notice him at first, it all happened so sudden
His face was obscure, but man, it was stunning
I wanted to jump from the bench and hack off his tonsils
But my heart told me, "Dog, you're better than that, little young'n!"
Even my cousin was surprised and said, "Ca, c'est your brother!"
But I couldn't explain the grief that the family put up with
See, this is darkness on a mad different level
I'm keeping my cousin in the dark, holding him back just a little
How the **** can I explain it? He still thinks we get in touch
But I know in my heart of hearts, some people just don't give a ****
And they say there's a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow
But until we see the shimmering light, all we can do is lay low

The Captured

(Hook x1)
I fracture then rebuild and manufacture
These little pieces of rappers that been smashed
By my lyrical hammer that makes ya stammer
So then after I master the last chapter
I'll put an end to it all, head to my dagger
Make one false move and I'ma make u the captured

(Verse 1)
Peoples is hatin' on the things I do
But they don't understand half things I spit or spew
Thats when I turn them from right to acute
Rappers need to get newer lines and stop thinkin' they can't compute
There dieing down like suns to plants
They got old lyrics and they even startin' to grow roots
Yo, kid shoo, skoot, give yaself a boot
My man maybe if u didn't choke the crowd would root
Yer starin' in the mirror tryin' to grab an excuse
But if u don't step up yer gana cause yer own abuse
Quit, stop, yer getting annoying
Not even the preppy kids in Valrico find u enjoying
Just let it out, spit to the crowd
Yer aloud to plow thru the shrowd of disallowed
Get on stage, spit yer ****, get yer round of applause
Then maybe in life, you'll have a new cause

(Hook x1)

(Verse 2)
Look little niggas, he grew some balls
Hes gouging threw the competition, boats to jaws
In his life, he didn't hit pause
More like a fast foward, gettin' fame and all
Don't think I'm good? Are u doubting my talent?
Ok faggot, u maggot, I'll make u absent from this planet
(Beat switches up)
Try some A-cups, some eyeshadow for them lines u can't make up
Lyrical waterfall down yer throat, got u rappin' like hic-ups
Nigga u soft, ya mom wants u to wear helmets in pillow fights
Despite the fact that yer ass is still tryin' to fly ya kites at night
Uppercut hot collision, shotty pump 1 round, shotty pump another
Keep shootin' this nigga in the air, dont want his body to come down
Now calm down, I got u dis-"mantled" more then any of earths layers
When it comes to Nike's or any kicks for that fact, I got me a nice pair
And just cause u a pussy don't mean u a tight player
Freeze u like glaciers, cut u like razors, now I got u in graver danger

(Hook x1)

(Outro)
Thow who fucks with the one who desires it the most... Shall ALWAYS be beatin!

NIGGAS IN PARIS (samyboy version)

man,these niggas tryin to find me
i aint happenin,im slick you see
all my raps are so complex
murdering niggas,a t-rex
before when i was young,i played in a sandbox
i had my first fight there,got in a headlock
i guess he was pissed,his uncle got dropped
ak bullets in his torso,right in the parkin lot
they coming to my house,askin how he got shot
so i ran away without thinkin,while his body starts to rot
im so stupid,i left 60 glocks in the kitchen pot
while im thinkin that im totaly screwed
a man comes,acting real shrewd
he says i know you kilt him,nokked and whipped him
i say i dont know what you talkin bout,he sed bitch you sent them
so i turn 180 degrees and run the opposite direction
he couldnt have saw because of the suns reflection
im hiding at the store,tryna think of a excuse
then i sed i dont care,WHAT THE **** I GOTTA LOSE
im only 15,he aint gonna arrest a child
so ran back,**** almost feels like 10 miles
this white cocasion cop comes to me and says
did you shoot his uncle,are you the reason hes ded
he sed im no cop,so i tell him to find out hes a fed
im gettin handcuffed doin 25 to life in a jail bed

Alright, I checked out "Professor". Good alternate rhymes that he adds. There's still work but everyone needs that. I'll email all the men I'm looking at. To give you guys some heads up on what I'm here for.

The Dynamic Duo (Whitmofomonkysmugla and Bambino) Part 3

(Whitmofomonkysmugla)
I'm amazin staight out the gate guns blazin
Rip the fuckin hockey mask off Jason
Expose him like a bill Clinton sex scandal
Blow out the ghost riders flames like birthday candles
I'm gonna go big places end up on the history channel
News paper headlines read "kid makes it big cuz of Neverending Rap Battle"
After seein me I creep through ur dreams like freddy crugar
I'm in ur dreams all the time now ur dreading the future
My presence Is like a black plauge, a disease
The story of your murder can be explained like rice krispies
Cuz I snap ya neck
You hear the crackle of the flames as u draw ur last breath
Then ur brain pops that's the story of your death

(Bambino)
Shootin' automatic, I'm nothin' but a bloomin' aleged addict
A crazed tongue tier with fire spyin' flyin' in all directions
I so sick I can make David Carrodine drop dead with an erection
C-Section is what they call me in the booth
Cause the way I act is like an oxidation aphyxiation
On mission to find a new style deep in the nation
Deep down in the mantle of the earth
Deep down till I rise from the dirt
Dig deep knee high till I find my self in the hot-seat
Tryin' to fight the feelin' of a bein' grounded in epoxy
A martyr thinkin' to hard of super-stardum
Tryin' to hard to be like a him
But I find a happy medium, get rid of the demons
Free them, tune it out, leave it be
Know one can get passed that I ain't cocky
You'll never make it Scotty, not if you ain't cocky
Well I stop and think of what I can do
Shove it back in there face and now you can't stop me
Try to stop me, think and ponder it
Smash an alluminam can with mouth and make you devour it
Cause I'm just a rapid beast with one thing on my mind and
That's the feat, kick it with my feet and defeat the weak
Run forever so the authorities won't know me
Hide in the mountains forever
Bring the dogs to find me!

Little bit of a featured song here, I see. Looks like it's the third one you two did. Good to know you guys are thinking. I got a couple tips and questions on this rap.

Whitmofomonkysmugla:
-Good detail
-Good similes and comprasion. Just as a future tip if you're looking to get big in the writing industry for any music, especially the new rap game, drop about 2 similes per song. I have a couple specific rappers in mind that may use TOO much similes in the rap game right now.
-Great Rice Krispies line, good for a freshman in highschool. Once you get older and your mind works that'll be even more up on a higher level, trust me.

Bambino:
-Do you read the dictionary? A lot of words in that rap that I knew but never thought a 17, 18 year old would know.
-I'd like to know the topic of this song, you both have the same idea, it seems. Great job on communication on that part.
-I can tell you are a big "M" fan. I can tell you're tryin' to work away from his type of music and try to start thinkin' on your own, that's good. You're music seems deep, I think you like to think and take your time on your raps. I can tell you do.
-Good job all around on your verse, I'd encourage you to KEEP reading the dictionary if you, helps SO much.

Yes, I have read the dictionary in the past. When I was a kid I could say the whole first 2 pages of the dictionary. Not no more, though. I worked on this specific rap all day in study hall, since I'm a senior in High school. Yes, I usually like things perfect. And oh yes I have been infatuated with Eminem since I was about 6. Right now when I'm trying to make it, I think the main thing is for me is to not try and be Eminem, that's what I say in my verse. When I write I think of Eminem and what he would say, I NEED TO STOP DOING THAT. I need to think of me and what I'd say. I still use his music though as an inspiration.

We communicated through messaging. The collab was supposed to be mainly about ourselves, kinda bragging but kind of just explaining ourselves. Thanks. Whitmofomonky I think did AWESOME as well. Good job, bro.

A Little Freestyle

On the microphone, I slit necks, make them hit decks
Make them piss wet, get them more infected than the Internet
I spend 1/6th of an hour on the microphone
I even take a nice warm shower while my eyes are foamed
On the microphone, I break barriers like styrofoam
Rip out spinal cords, use them for sticks for my xylophone
On the microphone, this and that - my buzz is hot for real
I even play the keyboard, trumpet and Glockenspiel
I got skills like Hot Wheels, leading the way
I'm so ill, I'm coming down with a fever and ache
I need a good break, but no-one will give me the time of day
So many lines to say, it's like acting in a pantomine play
I hibernate like an immigrant, I migrate
Do it my way or the highway, I fly away
Wait a minute, I can write way - better than this
From Monday to Friday, I write one line a day
Until I've filled the entire page from line 1 to line 8
All the way down to line 598
Some people say I got sweet hands and a nice face
In fact, I'd say - you can catch my photo on myspace
Psyche, I'm kidding you! You fell for it hook, line and sinker
Bugs Bunny fooled you ..... ain't I a stinker?

Hey bro, could you check out my small freestyle i did too alecia keys "unthinkable" what do you think of it? its not a song so theres no real structure just a verse, im gonna write a song now and post it up so i can show you my skills with hooks and bridges etc.

Will do.

leave the signing of contracts to me, i need it. ive worked hard to get to this point. this forum bows to me, they know that im good, some just don't admit. thanks.

I had more to add but bambs posted it before I got the chance to give it to him

Really... Really.... Just... Really...