Neverending Rap Battle

Aight I understand I've been working on trying to even out the metaphors similies puns and wordplay but since similies is the easiest it always seems to dominate I'll work on that thank you

Man..ya'll just sit back
click-clack!
I break your bars in half like kit-kat
I kick back
Ya'll deal with emotion got beef like Bigmac
My lyrics go six feet deep if ya'll dig that
Mine is real talk and ya'll just chit-chat
I spit crack homie lick that!

walking the path a life
rolling grim reefers in the afterlife
pass the mic , got something inside jsst have ta write
this is hip hop , hookin up turntables ta streetlights
street fight, speak hype , keep ya sneaks tight
in the lab to open mics
dj's have needles MC's flow dope in mics
from the dirty grimey , wordy worthy to ryhme free's
aint got a single tatoo in fact dude , dont need noone to sign me
grimey Rapper , capture ya heart in fire cause a rapture ta spark
desire spittin frees
hitten these epiphanys
spliffin trees spitten sea's
cause oceans of emotion
juliet potion devotion for those willing to die for it
suicide morbid , dude lets get high n record it
reverb hit , reword it , distort it
levels are cutting off , board shorted
never turn a third eye blind , world wide shine u can't ignore it
only absorb it , into the cerebral cortex
razorblade a rhyme for all my emo's cutting a track
ill flows like a dildo wit a jackhammer , cause a ******* impact
pimp smack grammer , leave nothing intact
infact heaving these heathens, who believein nothing but whack
real emcee's so dope they go to rehabilation
breakdown sociatal structures ,n rebuild the nation
fill the basements wit somethin that funkin ill n ancient
came out the garden of weeden
started breathein
started smokein
the art awoken , the industry started cokin
putting dart boards on the cardboard targetin bboys
red button touchin get heads bumbin when prof destroy
the mic
the booth
a fight
a goof
when prof destroy
a cyph
a group
when prof deploy
insight
the truth
the supersuit shoot i aint super , im Amazing
a labrinyth
Blaze ,Drink
the Absinth
these day's i think if eye blink , id missed it
some say i kill it , freal rip off ya eyelids n wristslit
crissenin crisp listenin to limp biscuit
don't walk we run
don't dance we boogie
don't drive we roll
gone get high no weed , we dro
**** talkers ...fico
hip hop is lethal injection
dj's got needles in testin
got the people investing
common sense
who's the best ?
compliments to the chef
, plates to the right , condiments to the left
werd a dinner of herbs n verbs in reverse you bin served ....

put ya time in
**** the hyman
structure rhyme n
erupt the mind pen give birth to a thought x2





got a hip hop habit
he's an addict
breatheing static
leaven pad's ripped
do you believe in magic ?
he does, before an after johnson got aids
his jaws cause an uproar a laughter ,
from the floor ta rafters
ignoreing basterds
coming to the ceremony in the form of a master
informants in caskets
u were born to get ya ass kickd
taking his shot with a hand gun , and 1 in the basket
loudmouth's wanna shout cause a crowd ...thats FANtastic
peanut butter stutter an jam spastic
rubber band man elastic
you ready to bounce


put ya time in
**** the hyman
structure rhyme n
erupt the mind pen give birth to a thought x2

homies in the past ,
only in the pass ,
never look ya straight in the eye
filled with hate in there mind
act real , but will squeal , fakes on the grind
pack steel , kill, n chill well they take yo shine
call'd a hot head cause im pyro tempted
to burn these mf well remainin cryogenic
******* with this universe his condom stuck in a quantum flux
moving a earth, boomin a verse , shaking the moon n first
galaxy we come into contact with
koniak spliff ,
what goes around comes around gyro fist ,, gynacolagist's,,, defined the finest finalist, with a vinyl lisp ,,put time in this ,rhyme, in this , mind n this kinda ish .... if you get my jsst ....

hey

I ain't gonna lick that but I'll lick shots at this dicks cock
lookin for brain but u got six shots to the head
Seconds to live tick tock and ya dead
6 feet? And u think u all that
u gotta be kiddin I've been to hell and back
stare satan straight in the face as I kill tracks
and devour kit kats in a SnapBack as I snap backs
now there's 8 bars for ur bitch ass

sick verse

you better bow down to me
leave you in total anarchy
shoot you down and wont stop it
kill you, then ill pickpocket
aim the gun then cock it
press the trigger,put you in my socket
throw your ass in a river,locked wit a locket
but before seeing me,you were trying to stall
i fucked you up and i didnt have to brawl
you knew wat was coming,you want to play nursy
well i checked your heart wit my gun,there were no controversy
put your ass in a bodybag,i dont here a sound
**** you bombscare,now how you gonna marry-go-round!

The rap starts 1 minute into the video! Kind of funny.


Bullshit Atheist Rap Song, Richard Dawkins Beware the Believers

Yea mr.swag is back,
I swear non of my swagga fake,
ask mary-j yea she betcha that,
plus that Jacks on the rock no Nickleback.
ask the bartenders non of my bar is whack.
im so dope,ask the dealers all my **** is crack.
this **** is so easy like a piece of cake,
Now your balls on the pool table,yea keep the Eight.

Swagger emcee's ,
Prof Drag ya in front of his dagger
, u try to beg n wager envy , in front the bodega
do a c rayz walz,gangsta don't dance they boogie
u fucks want ur cut ? with a shank or a uzi
this industry's a whore screaming use me
weak , heart beats ,screamin produce me
u'll never survive without a vibe inside
tappin these japenese knee's,creaming in sushi
flow leavin loose leaf bruce lee'd
no reason to excuse me ,
I ain't embarass'd or leaving....

Prof's Dna in Hip Hops Bloodbank ,
cashed in both cheque's
, passion n no regrets
this Dogg's a vet you ain't put him down
viagra swagger how you gonna **** him up
temper ,temper , when knucks erupt
ur drinking bombay an prof thinking extinction pompeii
thinking beyonce pimpin gone pay ya wrong jay
said silent bob , ur thinking of inking for kanye
and that's gone pay , you maybe write , shady type
cats rolling the streets
even rats holden a heat
prometheus prophets , hip hop it, can't stop it ,
perpetual motion ,
skinny dipping
perceptual oceans
remy sipping
with there thoughts , walk this road of life
many trippin
well
if the condom fits , it means that -ya-****'d-it
quantum physics till he was abducted , jsst n oversight

Waltzing Matilda
(to the tune of "Square Dance" by Eminem)

[Intro *in German accent*]
Ladies und Gentlemen
Join me in my brand new folk dance
Put your knapsacks down
Bring your Mams and Dads round
And just pat and dance now

[Verse 1]
I bet you’ve never heard a hip-hop nerd get down
Or tap his sneaker boots to a German sound
Skip and dance to the beat before the curtains come down
While I got a very large hamburger in my mouth
No, that doesn’t mean that I’m gay; no way!
If I WAS, I’d kidnap Boy George and force him to touché
{*sound of sword*) Like a samurai warrior with two blades
Slash him twice and give him two scars on his cute face
Now THAT’s what I call swingin’ for the other team
I’ve swung a swinger with swagger and broke his fuckin’ knees
A Waltzing Matilda I am, know what I mean?
And I didn’t have to pounce like a kangaroo or wallaby
This isn’t a Bollywood sing-along or an Irish jig
Or one of those “Glitter” R&B tunes where Mariah sings
So all you Asian girls and gals get into line with me
And sing with me, it goes a little somethin’ like this

[Hook: x2]
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Won’t you come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
Boys bring your girls
Leave your toys and your pearls
And won’t you come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

[Verse 2]
I’ve always been this excited since I was a kid
It’s my excitement and I’d like the guys to try it
Get ignited, wild out, start a fight or a riot
Turn the house into a Shamrock Club and get violent
Like the Irish get rowdy after they buy drinks
And unbiased ‘cause they don’t give a **** who they fight with
Punch them in the eye, give them a couple of eyelids
Blacker than Africans, leave them with partial blindness
What the **** am I implyin’? I despise the violence
And this is supposed to be a vibe you can vibe with
Now I’ve gone and given these [*Asians*] the wrong idea
Naughty me, I deserve a clip round the ear (*smack*)
Take no notice of what I said about bringin’ the ruckus
Put your brass knuckles down and give your chicks some big cuddles
And come waltz with me until your legs give way
Like a man with a heart attack until they take him away!

[Hook: x2]

[Verse 3]
This beat makes me feel like jumpin’ up and just prancin’
Skippin’ round the place just like Gretel and Hansel
It’s classic, on the same level as Schubert and Mozart
Sure to make all the freaks and lunatics go hard
My flow is in conjuction with this tune that is so sparse
Bound to make the producer’s pupils grow large
Illustraight puts the music abusers at stone odds
Toss boulders at them like the Rubbles do when they throw rocks
I’m comin’ at you like I just ran on you with a go-kart
Think you’re so smart? Man, you’re stupid; you’re so not!
Don’t you know Illustraight’s cool when he flows bars?
My style is thicker than orange juice at a Coke bar
Like the Wu-Tang, I stay true to the “Older Gods”
I’m no god, just a rhymin’ dude with a show of art
So ladies and gents, take your boots and your clothes off
‘Cause we gon’ do the Waltz until the moon shows its grown arse!

[Hook: x2]

[Outro]
My man Bilal is a Waltzing Matilda
My man Ausman is a Waltzing Matilda
My man Amardeep is a Waltzing Matilda
My man Ricco dog is a Waltzing Matilda
My man Sahil is a Waltzing Matilda
Even my own mamma is a Waltzing Matilda
Everybody here are Waltzing Matildas
Hell, even I am a Waltzing Matilda!
Waltzing Matilda
Waltzing Matilda
Waltzing Matilda
Und das ist das! (Translation: And that is that!)

We As Indians
(to the tune of "We As Americans" by Eminem)

[Intro]
There is a Hindu, on this street
Who keeps on boppin’, to sick beats
All the Sikhs and Muslims, they join in
But they’re all gangster now, it’s borin’
Yeah

[Verse 1]
A couple of Muslims will get us all killed
And a couple of Sikhs reppin’ it real
And tryin’ too hard to be somethin’ they’re not
Why can’t they stick to their original character instead of bein’ G’s?
It’s depressin’ to me
And it’s agitatin’ me
Irritatin’ and I feel really bedevilled to see
So many Brit Asians that we just can’t level with
‘Cause they have to be insolent, impertinent and every other negative
adjective we can find in the dictionary
Preach about {*killing people*} as part of their missionary
Makin’ {*bombs*} and tapin’ them around {*churches*}
For personal purposes, aware that they’d revert some disturbances
Aggrievin’ the public - and those who believe in it love it
If we tried to counter-rebel, then they would beat us with drumsticks
Meat-cleavers and kirpans
Deprive us of our parents and little ones
We as some Indians

[Hook]
We as some Indians
Third world citizens
Women and little children, those poor Indian kids
The environment they’re livin’ in, slumdogs in those ends
Tryin’ to get away from it, but it’s easy to get yourself in
We as some Indians
And Britain has plenty of ‘em
Makin’ a straight livin’ by developin’ businesses
See them the next minute, in a Mercedes Benz
The image of Indians
We as some Indians, we as some Indians

[Verse 2]
We see them on our avenues with golden-paved driveways
A Lexus or a 20-inch Golf on their byways
Three-piece suits, crocodile shoes and some nice shades
Witness them hang in groups of five from Monday to Friday
A congregation of them talkin’, hangin’ as we’re walkin’
Starin’ at us like vultures, and makin’ like they’re important
Middle-class Indians are now upper-class gangsters
And they reprimand us ‘cause we don’t live up to their standards
While the traffic wardens tax us, to them they’re tight friends
And taxi-cab drivers tryin’ to meet the right ends
Builders and decorators rip off us for deposits
Accountants sittin’ all day at computers sound borin’
They’re awarded Business degrees by the dozen
They have dreams of turnin’ their business into “Claims Rip Off Partners”
Plus smart appearances equals corrupted victims
And guess what? Most of them are Indians!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m an Asian myself
I’m no different, but at least I don’t parade like them
I don’t wear Timberland boots or chains that swing
back and forth like clock pendulums displayin’ my bling
I don’t drive BMW’s with chrome-fitted rims
Nor do I walk around with girlfriends and hoes with the kinks
I don’t brag, I don’t slang, I don’t come across biased
And make fascist judgements or rebuffs that start off riots
I don’t see women or girlfriends as objects
I don’t rip off people just to gain monetary profits
I don’t act like a Jamaican and use ragga language
“Batty boy cum tes me, me pon lik off all yuh mandemz!”
What makes me myself, is the raps that I use
to make valid points about truth just to channel them through
to those thoughtless kid Indians
Though some of ‘em are really understandin’
So lots of respect to them, for ....

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
On the good side of Indians, you’ll find a good friend
If you ever need a favour, then that guy is your man
And I know ‘cause I met one of them workin’ at Royal Mail
He sounds like a good character and he’s loyal as well
I’ve got another friend who lives just half an hour away
Who I met three years ago, a good pal all the way
He just about shares similar opinions with me
Sometimes yeah, he can be stubborn, but it’s simple to see
that I know a good buddy right in the picture when I see one
Buildin’ bonds with people like him is clearly somethin’ I’m keen on
Someone I can rely on for support for when I leave home
And begin a new phase of life just as soon as I leave, Mum
Find a girlfriend, get married and have a bunch of sweet ones
Runnin’ through the backyard, playin’ with toy BB guns
If I was to forget Mum, then I’d be disloyal then
I’m not my [*brother*], I got thicker blood in my veins
After all, I’m an Indian too, ha!

[Hook]

Red Curtain Closin' (Evil Deeds)
My system's failin'
My word's are sailin'
A drive of penicilin
My mind is driftin'
I work for my life but my world is shiftin'
No money, no honey to call honey
No cents, can't pay rent for a cent
Take a guess
Confess
Life's more than a dream
It's all I can see
My name in lights
My life evolved around fights
Takin' the heights
Movin' right by
This is the life
Open the door
Be careful what you wish for
Fuckin' the whores
Robbin' grocery stores
Havin' fun, makin' green
Hittin' bank
That ain't
What I want
I want the dream
I want the experience
I go for the drive that's drvin' this
Get on your knees, tell me your sorry
That's for the leisure, for the plessure
For pressure, for the rant of the measure
Take you by the hand
Now we're back with the plan
This is the end
Say goodbye
By to Bambi
By to him
Wave goodbye
He's gone in the dust
Talkin' to us
Talkin' to you
This is like a stinging
This is what I see
You and me
At the end
Let us go
The curtain is closin'
The fat lady is singin'
We're all dancin'
Dosy doein'
The red curtain closes!

overdosing on EM dma
these microphone clone's
parasite's ,hosting Em's Dna
tear the mic's roast um , pair of nike's roast um NBA style
procreate with ya mental state ,give um a mind ****
when times up
u putting lines up or 9's up?
puffin lime bud , put ya rhymes up
fuckin lion blood , the charlie masheen
one day father blackholeo said Sun ur gonna be a star
nothing but time will tell
and i got the sandman van damned
so noone's saying ****
he spraying it layin supersayen
these internet emcee's cavemen , neandurthals whats ya computer sayin ?
ur just how they make my guns , Chromagnums
bone bag um
real emcee's hands have microphone fragments
hyper cypher flow leave um headstoned n toe taggin
no braggin , or boasting , be modest
he honest
he on this
beyond this
congress
n broken moral compass
family value's less then the burger menu
higher capital for rape death n murder venue's
Give a **** if my words offend you

IM TIRED

im sick of this girl,a real acheiver
no body wanna be her
my swag aint scarcity
bitch i made jr varsity
bitch i always got your sight
so keep off me,alright!!
before i kill ya,aight
bitch you broke,hold up
when you come by me,throw up
stop talkin bitch.SHUT UP
well you want my money bitch.WACK
cuz you keep on comin back
and she keep on coming sayin where the afterparty at
get the **** out......................................hoe
know 1 likes your style hoe,just fuckin go
dam sam.................................thats what the hoes be screamin
your just a ugly bitch who fening,cuz my swag be gleaming
man get the **** out my way,nothing but danger
your wack ass style is worse then a power rangers
stop followin me stalker,you probably got me on satalite
ill **** up your father,he will bring a knife to a gun fight

chorus

bitch you gone got me tired
no 1 likes you,you make them wired
you think your pretty?NEWSFLASH...ya fired
need a plastic surgent...... just to get hired
i understand that samyboy is what you desire
get away from me,before you dangle from a wire


hook#2

get the **** out bitch,you make sun rain
for your ugliness,you should be ashamed
get your swag up,bitch you lame
get new clothes,learn to play the game
you jockin samyboy.....cuz i went threw fame
plus your personality,bitch you insane
your lackin pretty,but ugly is wat you gained
your whole face looks messed up,bitch its stained
if i get caught killing,your the 1 to blame

chorus

bitch you gone got me tired
no 1 likes you,you got them wired
you think your pretty?NEWSFLASH...ya fired
need a plastic surgent..........just to get hired
i understand that samyboy is wat you desire
get away from me,before you dangle from a wire


~~ i tried~~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3u8PL-RnfFM

My remix
Hate that i had to go slow, but had a bad as **** throat ache.

damn kid. youre talentless.

That remix you spit is a disgrace to Khaled.
I hope youre from the east, cuz youd be a disgrace to Cali.
I got my whole crew behind me, call it a rally
**** youre hood bitch, and I rep the valley.
Suburban white boy, down to call you out
you a fat ugly **** who couldnt do without
that mad double double
when you in th candy store you in some trouble trouble
lookin like you do its hard to be subtle
i started beef. I'm ready for the rebutle.
I can spit for days, hours, years.
george forman flow. I stay roastin queers.

K sly , get off the K Y jelly ,
say hi to ur cellie in Protective custody
wasn't he the same guy you use to call ya nut buddy
you don't wanna brawl get knuck'd bloody
U getting the whats what ? scrubby lookin ma ******
i'll crack ya skull make ya jaw rupture
impact of the fall cause you to feel what allah's suffer'd
ya not tougher ,homies a scotch saucer n a bra stuffer
trying to puff up his chest
week later you'll suck up to the best
how do we get Sly to shut up? an grow as a person ?
Prof got both answers THROAT CANCER


he got a disease , vile n violent degree's, barely able to breathe , maybe prof you should let the cable release , ur chokin him!

well he should'nt enable the beast provokin him
he said he was dope so I started smokin him

Really ? then whats with the blood soaked skin ?
n why's his mug broken ,I just watched ya choke him !

what he left his mouth open, I was just tryin to close it ,
in the middle of a "Oh ****", break it down a lil decompose it
for heaven sakes
the rev Run's sake
breathrens fake even the deacon knows it
he's speakin like he can flow it , aint even a freakin poet
swollen dismembered first day , give the river a week n bloated
going in the deep end swimming with piranah's
give it to him honest he ain't no adonis , saint or thomas jefferson
this bitch a bottle of compress'd estrogen
in between a mexican stand off
for a hand job , an some liqour bottles
Prof's johnny handcock'd an eqipped wit hallow's , fill ya mind with somethin
fill ya rhyme wit frontin
get the feel you can't back ya ****

Yo, I just finished my mixtape today, total cost of $879.98

I don't know how to put the songs on here though, it won't let me copy, paste the MP3. But I can post the tracklist and lyrics on here. I typed out all the lyrics today for the album template. I did all work on it today, I only have 3 copies of the album right now. The beats are all old school beats, too. I made 2 of the beats aswell, this was all done by me and my friend from 3cbeatz. I'll post lyrics.