Neverending Rap Battle

So if u talkin smack I'll grab a gat look at ya hat imma do that snap ya back and even if it's a fitted I'll still **** on the lyrics u spittin

This shut is Barbie u can be Ken 
Since the only women you can get got a price tag on they head 

Gonna use these in a battle wanna make sure they make sense

Oh yeah they do.

I'm gonna' try to get into battling here. I actually could do one on the 20th.

I'm tryin to get all the rappers in my school (most of which suck) to enter a battle tournoment wit like a 10$ buy In cuz I need money fast what's goin down on the 20th?

Dude, yeah get that goin'. Anything to keep lines goin'. Don't matter if they suck, great practice, eh?

There is somethin' goin' down in Eau Clarie, WI that I can sign up for. Deadline is tommorrow though. It's a battle tourny that they do. From the 20th-23rd. 1st place you 200, second you get 100, and third I'm pretty sure you get 75. Not sure though. There's estimated to be about 110 MC's. Kinda' intimidating.

Workin' on writin' a song. This may be the best I've written' in a long time. I have it down on paper. But this is great. I've been studying tons of rappers who change there flows and I'm doin' that in these verses. Studying Masta Ace, of course Em, JAy, Royce, Biggie, Big L, and Yela.

Yeah need to get it goin Soon though but I ain't got a place to do it need the money quick I'm hopin to use it to get this girl a nice Christmas present

go for it might as well get out there idk if ur gonna freestyle but always have a few punchlines thought up in the back of ur head to fall back on if u can't think of anything And if u lose so what it'll show u some of the things u need to work on

Very well done dauer!

If it wasn't for him I don't know where I'd be as an MC!

I'm postin' these lyrics tonight. It's 3 verses, so if ya don't wanta' read, it's fine. But this is awesome I think. Definately gonna' try and record this!

I'll check it in the mornin bro sick as **** right now but u seemed mad hyped up about it so I'll check it out in the mornin peace bro

Yo, yeah homie. Get better!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPAi5_B1cVk&feature=related

Rhyme scheme may not make sence. Once I get my mic, I'll record on soundcloud or somethin'

The Way
Intro 0-:22

Hook :23-:46
You know, know who it is
Don't fidgit, you little bitch
This is, the tradgedy, you know nothin's wrong with me
So grab the lube, ya nube, ya never done it before?
Good luck cause I go hard
Butt **** the game bare and no arms
So stand close notice that this is the
Way (echo)

Verse 1 (:45-1:35)
You better fuckin' know me
God damn, you do know me, you saw me in hell, you pitched forked me
-fast- I'm open, hopin' for a new rope and
Crawl across to the otherside
So tell me, please tell me why
I wanna' take a tire, douse myself in fire
And jump down into hell, and somehow get higher!?
-normal-And can someone tell me why hell ain't enough?
The only reason I'm nuts, is because
If hell freezes over, I'll be down there to peak a new summit, summit to the top, tip until my crown falls on you when you're down at the bottom
Rock bottom, I'm solemn, you're light, meek, mild
Gentle little pussy, you're a drink to the roofie, can't remember nothing, slut you look so cunning, you **** I tell you you're funny, but really you're nothing
I just wanna stuff you,,, in the back of my Buggati, maybe even my Enzo Ferrari, never say I'm sorry, hurt your feelings
Even though it's not your fault, you're still faulty
-slow down- Tell me if I'm salty, tell me if I'm rus-ty
-fast-But if you think Imma' give a flying **** call me dis-gus-ting!

Hook 1:36-1:59

Verse 2 (2:00-2:47)
-High pitch- Now since I'm in a tight situation, I may make an insision, cut my skin and just stitch em-
-normal- Back together no matter the weather
If it's rainin' you see me aimin'
Shoot for magic, I'm lamen
And when I'm in hell, I'll also take a shot at satan
I'm bringin' back this flow to the game cause it's outdated, you see my hair it's perfect, buzz slash a cross from a fade and
-High pitch- I never shed light on nothin', I make **** pitch dark and hot, many compare to an oven, like this flow? Bitch you better love it!
-Normal- So if you even fuckin' think I'm being obvious, I'll take a **** in your pasta dish
-faster- Took a lot of ****, but got over it, jumped a leaf, and harvested
Many human beings, I'm being human, lookin' down on you, you're a Harry Truman
Down on the game, I'm winnin' you're losin'
-slower- So get this fuckin' Uzi movin', get the fuckin' party started
The game is clogged up, its smells, someone musta' farted
-fast- It was me cause I'm the **** and you're just pissed [piss]

Hook 2:48-3:11

Verse 3 (3:12-3:59) best verse!
-voice raised almost yelling flow- And you fuckin' think I'm kiddin'
Do you fuckin' think I'm kiddin'?
I'm in your face, you slut!
Look at my face you slut, pucker up!
Always look, bitch, always touch
Enoughs never enough
Hand on your thigh with yours on my nuts
Understand THAT punch?
Listen to my voice, slut!
You think this is rappin'?!
This is yellin', all up in your face rappin'
This is CLAY MATHEWS tacklin'
-normal- This rap doesn't have a topic, it's to show you wack rappers, how much you suck dick and need to stop it, start suckin' on your bobba'
Listen as I show ya', read my lips, bitch this is the next chapta'
-yellin' flow- Everyones crazy! That's my life phil-os-ophy
You, you ****, you're made outta' silicone
They'res no stoppin' me
-fast-So suck my dick you faggots, I want you to understand, I'm not only a man
But I'm Iron Man, man among man, I'm writin' this **** with my hands in my pants

**** off haters!

^ looks more bad ass on paper!

My learning problem has long since become a part of me
It's become my spirit, my mind, my body and camaraderie
But why am I defending it when I'm rebelling against it?
I never thought that I'd climb up to this level of tension
And this level of stress is wrecking my head to an extent that's never reached before
This is a different management session that I'm experiencing
Answering, 22 questions
being asked to me every minute, I'm attempting to clear that fence and it's hectic
I'm stringing up words into this sentence
And re-iterating it, but I don't think anyone's catching sense of it
They think it's senseless, spoken like an expert mentalist
Not even Patrick Jane's telepathy could do my head in
Not even Paul McKenna could coerce me into doing hundred several impressions
If he pet me with a Desert Eagle weapon
It's reckless like the wrecks on 9/11
or the wreckages of those little 747 engines
controlled by Bin Laden when he was still alive and
terrorising guys getting them all frightened
into thinking that a bomb is gonna wipe them all out
But the taskforce team went to Afghanistan and shot him
Which is a kind of heroic tactic within itself
Now we hear a speech from Barack: "America's well
and it's a good day because now the terrorist is dead!"
But Al Qaeda have hired a new boss to take over instead
And his name is irihazaZ-la eibaR demmahoM namyA
And that doesn't sound Swahili
And pretty soon we're gonna see him on TV threatening the world again
So better hold onto your pretty girls and friends
And this is not a threat message from me
This will be a threat message from him - don't misinterpret it, please
Whoever said we were safe? Man, our world's on its knees
And it's preparing for the worst to be heeded
It's time to stack up on the first-aid that's needed "in case of emergency"
because there won't be any fire glass to break
It's a massive state of +Anarchy+ like Busta Rhymes said on his 2000 album
Better get the troops to round us

I Suck Freestyle
A bag of meth, shrooms and coke
Guess who will be the first to shove that down you and mothers throat
Watchin' you over, overdosing, with or without clothing
Just another beautiful day in this neighborhood
Another killing across the street, hearing a kid scream, trust me I'd kill all you if I could
Could, would, probably should, take a broom and smash it over your head till it brakes the wood
Lookin' at me all shook, like white rappers can't rap, what the **** you doin'?
Well let me explain what happened to my brain when I was sane
Well one day I was walkin' down Main Street with my Ipod in one ear in the other on mute
I couldn't hear, got pissed off, took a short cut first off, slipped on black ice and hit my head twice, so hard I thought I died
Sat on the ground till around 9 oclock at night, grabbed my pocket knife, hopped up and stabbed a gay guy in his left eye
So I, grabbed him by his tie, hit him so hard in the thigh he popped out my knife that was stabbed in his eye
Hopped out un scaved, I left him to die
Cops the very next day, pulled in the drive, while I was on porch
Shot it out with them, killed two of them and found myself in court
Ended up in prison for 11 years, killed a guy in there and got senteced to four more
Drop the soap so much my ass hole has become Weezy, main stream as can be
That's my story of how I came fucked up enough to be a white rapper, I ain't even a white rapper to you all
You all think I suck balls, not at all
So hop off my nuts because I'm nuts enough to say what's up one day
Then the next shoot your garage and fuckin' porch up, haha
Damn I suck. haha


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oGebFwnxPc

from spittin on the streets,to trippin spliffin, rippin on the beats
setting up shows , front row , an getting up close , on stage ,
ill as he is on page ,
sick of writing , flicking the bic to cause wit igniting
quick as lightning , floats like a catapillar cacoon
monkeying around the battle ,still a baboon
rafiki , an the rest of the simians filling a room
flow control show souls the gravity of the situation
building a moon , billions of tunes ,
ressurecting Hip Hop an millions of tombs , still in the ruins
feeling the fumes ,
its explosive , spark free's an watch the ceiling's go BOOM .

"monkeying around the table, still a baboon" sick line

From being broke worse than Heath Ledger
To being able to buy myself some new Air's, it's been better
He's traced his tracks, dropped some tracks, guess who's back?
This blue lined paper is gettin' old, he's been wantin' to stop because he knows his soul will never be sold
Arsenic control of the heater, he was so used to be stashin' meat readers in his sweatpants till he gets home he was broke
Was an easy teaser, used to be so quiet you could here Pherb from a distance in a phone booth, was never loud either
Funny looks, money crooks, never shook
Used to get asked on Friday nights to do somethin', never would
Isolation, manifestation to a ghost, now how do you do that?
Magic hat? No
Was just a low life, spend no time, now I'm high life
This is a sky ride, always joked, was a joke, got screwed, treated like a tool
Always joked, yeah, but it was never April ya Fool

True story. Lol

Afraid he spits wack
so he sits back
says he got bills stacked
says "ya I'll spit that"
no sakes buys a six pack
some tic tacs
find some of what he thinks are Xanax
but the colors are mismatched

was supposed to be the story of an up and coming rapper who ends up in the gutter this came straight off the dome then I remembered the lyrics and wrote em down