Neverending Rap Battle

Me: Yo, Lavalle, what the **** are we doin' at this job man?
Me: This is gettin' too old, ya know?
Lavalle: Wanna' spit some **** or what?
Me: Ay, yeah let's go

Spin, spin, spin, yo
Sittin' on this corner street in dowtown Lax
Tryin' to find a better job but don't wanna' leave you and my man Max
I just wish I could go home and relax, man
But I can't cause this fuckin' lunch break IS my time to relax
I feel too define, right down to the bone
Ay, you still have that song I wrote? (haha, yeah)
Throw that **** in the trash bro, I'm goin' back to bein' dope
Not street no more, no underground no more
Time to hit the studio, bro
I need some shots of patrone to get my mojo back to normal [accent]
Cause I feel like I'm about to stumble, too much mumbles from last nights scrubble under the street light in the bubble

Ayo, I would like to turn it over to you L but I this is off the dome
And I think I'm doin' quite well
So I'll continue, look down the avenue
That kid just hit on cat his bike and it looks brand new
Yo, Max keep that recorder goin'
Cause they way I'm goin' I'm flowin', I have no desire stoppin', I have no desire quit talkin'
So Imma' quit goin' with this maximum time
**** it, I'll end this **** with this last punchline

Little rusty, I don't know if I got all the words, but I copied almost exactly what I said off of the recorder. My friends shitty Sony TCM 200DV Cassette recorder. Lol. At lunch break. In the snow, kinda' reminded me of an 8 Mile scene.

Instincts would tell me to kill
*Gettin' screwed, yeah this is the drill
Beastie Boys would tell me to be ill
But in order to be ill I need your license
Indictments got me rising on enticing on arriving on fighting Bison
Fighting Bison? Yeah fighting Bison, did s-studder
Did I? Put you to sleep in your grave
*Lay ya down with your dick faced down, **** the world
Head spins, swirls, twirls, does some crazy **** like the motherfucking Exorsism girl
I'm the defintion of true efficent, this is my mission
*Itiching just to get a scratch at ya'll
*I'm facin' the Rock cause I stand tall
Rippin' raw, gelding the motherfucking cowboy right outta' Tim McGraw
Eatin' saw dust, eatin' chang sauce
Toss up between chainsaws and mardigras

u miss me ? haha sup gangsta's im back hit you up with something fresh tonight ;D

bambi i like ur new style

Lol at some kid trying to battle me today
"so ur name us Nick Reid do me a deed and get me some weed
lose the jordans and get some nikes that's how u get swagger
pop out and hit u like a badger" lol I didn't even respond all I said was "jordans are made by Nike you blonde haired dumbass" and they gave me the win lmfao

U find a place?

Yeah, Nike's are made by Jordans. Lol. Whata' dummy.

Yo, thanks dude. Where've you been? Pretty quiet for a while.

Yo, does anyone know what voice setting Em is using on Role Models chorus?



I came to the club with a fake ID

I slap women eat shrooms and OD

gettin a place , **** faced , strips laced with Lsd , in HD ,
Hi wut don't u get the definition ? breath is glistenin Thc listening to jay Z
scream Pay me , oh big Baby
don't phase me , crazy on the grind daily , didnt you read my news
How to kick it , Page 1 an Page 2
don't get crossed wit my dj he'll fade you
listen to these rappers , jaw jabba's thinking do what your paid to
what u need assistance , didnt the government already give you aids dude ?
be the same rapper that slayed you , day 1 n day 2
human race a zombie game the way i play you
tell ur girl to open up n let me play through
swag dude , make me drag you to the out an open body bag crews , stay true
spray blues , biting artery's aerosol art
martyr these carter three's , still waiting for a judge to pardon me
i swear i don't give a **** , sparkin frees
commiting arson , bring the squad cars in , lemme rearrange ya carbon
matter of seconds , matter of mad hatter pulling out his weapon
bottomless pit steppin , gettin to the bottom of the God in this lesson
Game Over Dose ,
dose over came
knows no mo pain
no, no snow novocaine cocaine blow
its overmang , cut ya wrist off or let it go ......
ur fake prostetical
my make Prof's ethical , rhetoric Gold , superconductor
super motha fucka on a stupor
shoot a under cover trying to recruit ya ,
super mainframes down , wanna kick it ? time to reboot a mutha ucka Nucka's



;D here to stay u know hip hop lives in me

now then an 4 ever , looking for a head to sever , snatch ya sweater , get ya girls snatch wetter , who raps better then ME when i stack letters ? Most Experience , More Examples , Motives Entangled in samples , went to Camp ill , started doing K now i feel special at Camp Killing my days , amps spillin the waves , , want me to Quit ? i can't still a few billion to save , from being hot heads cause there weren't hip hop fed an end up chilling in there graves , wit Walt Disney , call yall frisbee , after a few spins u must get dizzy , bizzy as a bone thug , on the dl an a known thug , grown drugs , an put um through school , now there a new bio-feul

cmon now don't do that , i drop a verse an noone else does for a week !!!!

Why does commericialism run rap's airways?
When conscious rap is mentioned, it hardly is played.
Adoration and accolades are given to iced out mc's
who disregard rap's roots and its history.
Why can't intelligent rap have a mainstream buzz
instead of rap's top 20 charts being dominated by pseudo thugs?
Why aren't skills recognized over flash and flare
causing true rap listeners to endure despair?
Why can't a message like mine have impact rap today
instead of overjewlerfied minstels thoughts having say?
What will it take for the mass rap listeners awaken
or will rap music fall apart like a city in devastation.

so you think you can rap but bitch im back
you have no idea what your into i lose my brain
its like im insane im superstar your just at the bar
look at me roolin up in my car it's like i left a scar
right on your paper and it keeps gettin later and later
you still aint goin everybody look it snowin my raps
you wish you could catch them on your tounge so you
could spit em but you cant they fallin like rain hey look
bitch i just lost my motha fuckin brain now look whos sane

Great questions, wish I had the answers. We are slowly evolving and hopefully we will do better in the future.

You seem to be well aware of the problems you see. Our biggest problem is that not everyone is able to see what you see and some people could care less because that is how their brain's are wired.

So MoneyMan is back, he's broken out of jail
He must have hired his secretary to post off his bail
Picking on bambino is not a wise move, guv'nor
And I don't really think bambino likes you, brother
They do say that Money is the root of all evil
Until I proceed to kill it using some Weedol*
You're not rich, MoneyMan, you just wish to God that you were
You wouldn't be rich if you even KNEW how much a dollar was worth
You could take up a finance job and count the money in your pocket
But if the stock market fell off, so would your wallet
Bragging about cars and every day you're getting paper
You might as well buy yourself some whisky with your chaser
Instead of letting bambs respond, I dropped a rhyme a dozen on you
Bitch, you haven't lost your brain; it just doesn't WANT you!

*Weedol is a root-killing agent sold in the UK.

Lol at the last line Ill goodshit

Any of you good at speed rap? The last guy is good.

This guy (Mac Lethal) is a tank. I actually met him back in August.

I know you won't answer to this but might aswell since you TRIED to call me out

I DO think I can rap
Yo, scratch that, I KNOW I can rap
But you? Well you, didn't quite get the memo on that
It's like your insane? You're insane?
You're not the one droppin' bars on
Killing your wife, ending your life, taking time on writing a line
These bars probably are takin' right off the shelf at you local gas station
My bars are straight off my head, now who's thinkin'?
I'm watchin' you drive up in your car, you ain't left a scar on anything
You just left a mark that can be erased with an eraser, I'm school smart
It's kinda' funny, ya'll, look this bitch said he was insane in the beggining of this ****
At the end of it, you said he was sane, this kid belongs no where in this game
MoneyMan? Where'd you come from?
A rich family, 2 million bucks to there name, they planted the seed to be watered and you still didn't grow up?
****, you shoulda' never showed up, cause once my name popped up under yours this was bond to be blown up
So **** off faggot, I'm goin' back to gettin' my CD and career started up