Neverending Rap Battle

Rising

Got this anxiety building inside of me 
I always try to be the one that people respect 
but when ur rising to the top they see u as a threat 
They think I'm someone I'm not 
So they try to knock me off
They take shots they don't want 
Had to retaliate and another rapper quit 
It feels like I'm destroying the same industry i tried to save... **** 
These people assume by my label I'm just another white boy pretending to be rich 
When the truth is I barely had enough money to release this **** 
But I try not to let my lack of money get to me 
But nothing is free only my lyrical imagery 
But even then it cost cash to get it known in the industry 
Swerved off the trail of regrets
Travelin on the The road to success 
Havent made a pit stop yet

nice work on that one.. wow.

i've been stuck i can't write.

Just write some absolutely retarded **** don't worry if it sounds like **** it's just to get the kinks out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeF1TsUKmRI

HOW THE **** DOES THIS LITTLE PRICK MAKE IT IN THE GAME WHEN EVERYONE HERE COULD BURY HIM LYRICALLY THE GAME IS IN A BAD SPOT AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I LET IT STAY THAT WAY **** HIP HOP NOW IM MAKIN A NEW ERA OF IT WHO THE **** IS WITH ME!!!

im wid u dawg, lets do dis

I'll battle you homie...

dont know u but that **** was whack, whacked like u get smack wid a bat
get ur brain cracked, insain like u was sniffin on a drained crack
crack-head, u need a trip back to rehab, thank me now thats-said
fat boy, if it were'nt for me niggas be celebrating ur fat-death
u a fat-dread, dick-head, thats a sign u got on ur fat-head
and pussy sign on ur fore-head, dont snort-lead
befo tha grim reaper buy u, nigga u get brought-dead
like big-L said, u cant kill me cause i was born-dead
u spit **** and talk mess, u lucky u got four credz
trust me, half the bars u wrote dont make sense
i know u got a story to tell, but nigga u best think ahead
**** this site, bring a pen, write on the pad then tell
look friend u best come up with some better than "strife" to end

Yeah man... Sure. You bring it on first.

flows are crazy since i was here last,,,not for the weak,,salute

no u can start

Young and Reckless playing with Guns and a Necklace Swaying
Nathan's Jumping Fences Legless, Drug King's Come to Collect the Payments
Mum is Desperate Praying Son wont Succumb to the Debt's (depths) of Satan
But the Lexus runs adjacent Tech Spits, One off the Checklist Laying.....

Give us more than four lines bro this is the equivalent of a strip tease and I want full blown nudity >:O still good stuff though can't wait to see more

But ladies go first? Don't insult my gentleman instincts

RATE THIS **** ...


Ayo check it
Teeth smashed in / jaws cast in/ bricks broken/
Beggars tryna steal a lil token/
Kratens woken, the pirates aint jokin/
Lyrics sick n worsenin, on mics they be chokin/
May night, Faggots haul asses to gravesites/
Their babes cry/
cause they be fillin their graves by daylight/
Mom smokin crack , Dad gettin whacked/
Sister Jill takin snaps o that fag she calls her Jack/
Rhymekilla rhymin Guerilla/
No ones iller/ spill a drop of blood he's a reaper/
Shadow creeper, face the wrath of the evil/
Free world where we still live with a free will/
Kill people/ ripples on the blood stains/
Cripples with their leg sprained/
Knowledge did this bitch gain ?
Gunnin in disdain, homies sittin in vain/
Bodies decomposin on my doorstep, forgot to bury them again/
Lamb that was slain/ weed and cocaine/
Need a drag for my brain, saws fixed to my chain/
I be sniffin **** man, now the dust kicks my veins/
Arteries split like a gorgeous clit/
No dick, killin verses with a virtous wit/
No rebuttal shield stoppin these curses hit/
Words I spit, its only words/
Enough to hook a hearse or book a church/
for your funeral, casket open, bullets burst/
Dead man should have squeezed his nine, I pulled mine first/...

SIMPLY RHYMIN

u said it ladys go first go first

Hey Bambino, when you postin your verse ? I'm waitin homie. Btw its better if we make this a one verse knockout between me and you instead of 3.

FEELIN SICK BORED...MIDNIGHT...QUICK FREESTYLE BEFORE BEDTIME. CHECK IT...

Yo
I'm the silly type, killing a mic/
The genie in the liquor bottle, why you spillin my life/
Drink till I'm high/
weed till I'm drunk/
Thoughts gettin jinxed, I mixed vodka with my rum/
Head poundin louder to the beat of the drum/
Poison on my feet guess I've just been stung/
bow to the emperor/
I go Casanova on this bitch, empower her/
Only to leave her dead like a Dahmer type cadaver/
Like abracadabra, my lyrics gonna strangle her/
Drive a Wrangler over her corpse, mangle her/
The ill type who just kill wise/
Drill lies through a chilled disguise/
Saint on my shoulder, a devil inside/
A Gat beside, and I leave even spirits to die/
Heaven in sight, clever yet sly/
I don't add the flavourin, I let em faggots just fry/
Tusk and brawn, them guns keep cryin/
From dusk to dawn, till the sun don't shine/
till the mines aint hot/
till my lines don't stop/
Clock tick tocks/
Rhythm and beats drop/
Triggers pulled and a bullet pops/
2 yards away, muffled shout and a cop falls/
I been listenin to rap years about, now I'm still cocked/
Spirit locked, who's the umpire ? Call this **** foul/
Tits wow, clits down/
bitches hop on my dick from yesterday night to the next days dawn/
Brains and brawn, deadly combination/
Mortal Combat battle setting/
the mortals squashed like rats, rappin annihilation/
Slap a bitch so hard I cause a pupil dilation/
menstrual vibration/
I'm ill enough to give birth to an infected generation/
Deflect your lyrics, increase the tension/
Career ended, I leave a rapper retired on pension/
Hell sent me these pages and pens/
Usin what I got for rage and defense/
Days at an end, I just slay beats till they bend/
Dollars growin in my garden, I earn more than Hilton sluts spend/
Leave a pussy torn split and dent/
Spit a torrent stormin right through your tents/...

-_- mad bitch yo Im cut for time grow a nut sack and start it I'll have a verse up tomorrow either way

This fuckin school annoying me, any1 wan battle just say

I'm tellin u man u gotta put all your heart and soul into school or you'll get no where especially if you try to pursue a rap career u won't get anywhere if u live in Croatia and its just mad tough no matter where u are so u always gotta have a back up plan but the only way it'll work is by doing good in school u can cause all the mayhem u want nobody there will matter when ur out but just keep ur grades up and get to a good place wih a good job trust me homie