Neverending Rap Battle

Wait... you're recording battle? Good luck to you man

Hopefully, this punk ass kid keeps backing out -_- but under the implications hopefully he'll agree

are u up for a batlle

NICE ONE HOMIE... THIS MY 3RD ROUND. BTW GOOD LUCK ON YOUR RECORDING...

I'll sweep past these cheesy wannabe like a devilish breeze/
I'm the mic assassin trappin you mice with lyrical cheese/
clinical creeps, we roll with our miracle deeds/
**** this fake artist, imma blast your knees till your blood paints a masterpiece/
grab a Gat and launch attack/
imma destroy your habitat with the same mic B-Rabbit had/
**** your style from lyrics to rappin stance/
when I'm done the opponent stunned'll crap his pants/
we set ourselves free non violently and single handedly, though the Brits had weapons/
Such a feat has never been repeated by ANY country on the horizon/
*Tribes fightin, 1947 when we earned hoards of respect/
You earned your independence with half of your sane population dead/
In a crisis, your President comes to us lickin OUR asses for help/
Heck, I rather not battle you pussies for cash, your economies practically wrecked/
The epitome of not practicing what y'all preach/
And achieving honor that puts us above y'all is simply beyond your limited reach/
I go Dahmer on your Obama/
Light a firearm on your palm and throw you in a coma/
Stick a full stop, like a bullet dot right through ya forehead/
*Yeah I can't afford a condum, so your mom probably just caught AIDS/
Faggots on junk meal/
I'mma dunk pills through ya mouth and through ya teeth/
Make you bend double and kiss my feet in defeat/
Lyricals stormin your rear view/
When your soldiers in battle, their wives be fuckin their nephews/
Perverted nation/ cryin in crisis/ artificial elegance/
Incarceration/ y'all bitches can't commit clever crimes like Indians/ leave the crimesite dipped in evidence/
Ripped cause you were already severin/
I see through your fake verses cause you were never dense/
We think of Americans as our dumbfuck brethren/
They think with their penises, so they 'mind'fucked between their legs/
Razor pens, leavin slits like clit partitions/
Aint rappin puns, one word enough to clap your guns/
I be slittin in violence, have you sittin in silence/
Read my verses, with my pen poked through ya eye lens/
Tension springin, my pens go Chen don't you mention/
Your mathematicians use our fuckin inventions/
Go Austin Powers on these bastards hangin capers from the Twin towers/
*We WERE Englands bitch, got sick of it and raped our own masters/
What do you expect when your own fuckin government funds the Al Qaedas ?
Americans killin Americans, chaos reminds me of the crusaders/
Atleast they had their dignity, y'all foolishly be diggin deep/
When the answer still lies within your reach for the world to see/

If yo actually go hard

pullin gats star, imma strap star u can say im strapped hard
dont make me have ta clap-ya, imma dog that bite, **** bark
i'll snap-ya, use shanks to stab-ya, use hands to tap-ya
im tha man to bang-ya, real gang-banga classed as gang-star
u hate me, you my motive on this diss so i thank-ya
u a pussy screaming like a bitch shoutin ''ouuuch''
while im at ya crib, ill take my jeans off n **** on ya ''couuch''
pull my dick out in ur house n put it straight in her mouth,
spunkin on her tits, out comes the spunk on her like pow
she askin how? im spankin her ass, now she be screamin loud
tellin tha bitch calm down, but she whilin out "ooowww"
so i tap her jaw twice till she out..

clary how can u even mention u can rap fine, im finer
u **** at rhyme, u might aswel lick off sum viginaa
u couldnt kill **** not even time, im the best rhymer
no words, tha only **** i herd was sumfin goin blurrd
sum real blurd-****, u **** as **** like bird-****
dont think u herd-bitch, but u on sum nerd-****
say u fuckin humble, u cant speak u just always mumble

pullin gats star, imma strap star u can say im strapped hard
dont make me have ta clap-ya, imma dog that bite, **** bark
i'll snap-ya, use shanks to stab-ya, use hands to tap-ya
im tha man to bang-ya, real gang-banga classed as gang-star
u hate me, you my motive on this diss so i thank-ya
u a pussy screaming like a bitch shoutin ''ouuuch''
while im at ya crib, ill take my jeans off n **** on ya ''couuch''
pull my dick out in ur house n put it straight in her mouth,
spunkin on her tits, out comes the spunk on her like pow
she askin how? im spankin her ass, now she be screamin loud
tellin tha bitch calm down, but she whilin out "ooowww"
so i tap her jaw twice till she out..

clary how can u even mention u can rap fine, im finer
u **** at rhyme, u might aswel lick off sum viginaa
u couldnt kill **** not even time, im the best rhymer
no words, tha only **** i herd was sumfin goin blurrd
sum real blurd-****, u **** as **** like bird-****
dont think u herd-bitch, but u on sum nerd-****
say u fuckin humble, u cant speak u just always mumble

@noone,,,just warming up,,gotta get ready for bambino saturday,,,nice flows by everyone tho
never came with the same cadence mines an insane cranium
im patiently waiting for these lame men to say they gangbanging
lets play hangman,obtuse? nah lets use the noose at a deranged angle
slangs entertaining,dudes paint pictures,shut does the main framing
the brain maiming,less painless explaining,,but **** it
im a put it in simpler terms,for nerds in other words,,,LAYMEN
i bang the greatest sayings so usually pain is upgraded
to slaying men,gifted but sick enuff to arrange slaying kids
at least i ceased them from speaking to catholic priest
no religion,just a confessional from a professional satan
im a write rhymes till my public hairs start graying!!,,lol

im just phucking around,,,holla

you are very clever with your flow,,,,multis crazy,,,respect,,nice

its a long come back but check it

u a fuckin slave and aint free, talkin a lot of **** bout me
if u could see? u would recognize i wudnt be shakinenin knees
u need awakenin g, u look a sleep, eyes deep like chinese
its funny how u pop up, too many of ur specieses, i find these
like the whirl-wind with wide breeze, ur bars? i unlike these
actin all hard with no heart, **** ur art bet u wear tight jeans?
with tight tee's, while i be at ur wifeys, fuckin her tightly
sleep with her nicley, she dump u for me n u call her wifey?
come for me, try me, i got a big team that'll strike heats
hot heats like miami's, a team that would stick right by me
**** it u know it, u show it that i will and would win
really ur faceless with no grin, dont give me chin
like teakon i'll come out, about like jin, trus ask him
you'll get ur whole face smacked in, whacked in
attacked in, macked in, face it nigga, you lacked it
u look spastic, shooked up like i was wid a gat n was ganna blast it
snitchin to feds like ""yooo thats him"", then u act like u bangin
snake to bate u fake like plastic, best know u'll end up in a kaskit
ur soul and body i'll leave up in a building abandand.

Thanks homie...I appreciate it. Cheers \m/

RANDOMLY RHYMIN
I'm hookin off this bait/
Lookin at my way, splattered with blood/
Checkered with dust, battered with hate/
Needless to say, returnin with a vengeance/
Burnin your lyricals and throwin ya pens in dungeons/
Bleed silently read weep violently/
The nights there for everyone to see/
Blatantly proclaimin heresy, gobblin a goblet of henessey/
Rockin a beat, coffin lowered six feet deep/
Pricks want heat, well they can all rest in peace/
Or rest in a piece, cause my Gats mercifully tease/
Blast a cheat between the feet, and his toes take off on heels/
I'm ill when I spill it, kill with a vile spit/
Nyquill and weed, classroom scene,you find 3 syringes where I sit/
Slit a clit or push a brick through a bitches teeth/
The cops buried my riches deep they in ditches sleep/
A right hand enough to tear their stitches bleed/
A long way from huggin sweet and kissin cheeks/
Piss in creeks, till the waters bleached/
catch your niece lickin my dick/
Sittin on quick, rockin her hips to the rhythm and beats/
Somethin to please, I be layin these bars for fun/
No offense to anyone we just raid bars for cunts/
Stars at once, drop albums and puns/
Leavin faggots in Angelinas plight, if Brad had fathered her sons.../....SIMPLY FREESTYLIN'...

A colleague at work told me that Fruity Loops is better and more advanced; the only downside is that it's expensive to work with since the entire software package is on an advanced level. MAGIX Music Maker, on the other hand, is more basic and allows you to use samples throughout your work, although it doesn't varietise too greatly.

I use FL 9 to make my beats but honestly, it doesn't matter what program you use, just as long as you can make good sounding music from it, then that's all that matters.

Yeah, I guess so.

http://soundcloud.com/duendemakerofsoul/world-wide-machine

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well i always do :p

FEELING GOOD

[Hook - sample by Nina Simone]
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

[Verse 1]
Why am I feeling good right now? Maybe because of the way I talk
when I'm talking to my folks when I'm playing ball down at the sports hall?
Or perhaps because I keep it hardcore
like the Rotten Apple in New York in America?
Or maybe it's 'cause I'm the only person who's mature enough to be consistent
and more persistent than other certain people I have ever known on this Earth?
So I'll just go ahead and talk some crazy **** for what it's worth
I'm autistic, I'm simplistic, I can rap circles 'cause I'm gifted
Sick with it, I'm so twisted, there's no way you can untwist me
But I twist words into different shapes
Like a twister going through the city states
I'm a British mate ****-twisting people as I spit
Call that a story with a twist!
You pathetic, petty pricks couldn't penetrate the picture that I'm painting perfect
If I painted Peter Piper picking pecks of pickled peppers while he's popping Percocet
Damn, I'm a nervous wreck
But technically, it's not curtains yet
If it was, then I'd have to draw them back together and take a bow before I step right off the set
For the meantime, my dick, you can just jump off of it
And jump straight back into your BMW, you can just roll on
It's a .....

[Hook]
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

[Verse 2]
I'm the sickest human being ever to spit vomit out, let me hawk it out
(*hoch-spit*) Makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
Sicker than a Labrador that fouls
But I'm not the one walking the dog, talking some of that arduous talk 
about being a little gangsta with a driveway the size of Carnegie Hall
My brain's the Royal Albert Hall, it's as class as it can jolly well get
Add some Spice to get the Girl I want, but I'm not that Geri Halliwell chick
Pop music's put me off quicker than a pup yapping with such upbeat
Or a building crashing on the concrete 
with such force you can feel the tarmac beneath your feet crumble
like a pack of Rich Tea biscuits when you dip it straight into your blackened cup of coffee
and it's fallen into bits - that's some ******* strong heat
How I deliver these spits is just critical like pregnant women sitting in the clinical institute
breaking their waters
Giving straight into the labour
Because getting babies out into the world is important
Heed all of these words that I'm pouring
like a lost soul that cries their eyes out when the whole world keeps ignoring them
I'm feeling finger-licking good like a Kentucky Chicken bucket
But my secret recipe, you can't really touch it
It's impossible to **** with
It's a.....

[Hook]
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

[Verse 3]
This is hip-hop mixed with a little bit of jazz
To make these chicks get hit up in the ass
Much slower than a tortoise palm-smacking with his hands (*smack*)
I've never felt this brilliant in my whole entire life
I guess it's due to the fact I made it alive without being stabbed in the back or getting riddled at
(*gunfire*) And it's a fact
I have so many friends to confide in, but not all of them are to my liking
And the personality they have is not what I would find enticing
But it's striking - so many people that I have encountered
So many pals I've made by the thousands
Well, not literally, but some are more than enough to bring down a housing
So allow me to bring your house down like Queen Latifah and Steve Martin
When they're banging on the couch imitating tigers (*tiger roaring at a high pitch*)
I'm much hyper than a hype-man who hypes it right up like a convict man
This whole hype makes me fall sick, so you can call me a hyper-chondriac
Rhymes are hot and thick like porridges
As tough as crunchy strawberry flapjacks
And I'm smooth like a glass of orange juice, because I pack a punch, try and handle that
Yet again, I'm pretty much feeling good
Full of fire like a pack of Blackwood's
And I've flipped my throwback overhead so expect to find me living in the hood
It's a.....

[Hook]
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

-_- whatever yo start it if u wanna