Neverending Rap Battle

Don't fuckin tell me there wasn't a battle. Was he that pussy not to show up at all ?

BTW, can't stop myself from laughin at AKrap8 and the whole N word drama up here.

Intrumental: The end (kid Cudi)

verse 1:
Uhh... Jelaous cus im on my slow metaphoric flow... n yea at the bottom but the top is where im tryin to go... Free fallin like a domino... So dont hate on me man im jus tryin to grow... In this sumthin that u probly already kinda kno... But in case u didnt here it go... Cus the end of the track will be the start of the stardom... n maybe if im lucky itll b the end of the boredom.

Verse 2:
Uhhh. Chillin once the favorite suddenly ive become the villian... so its not the perfect times to be goin n catchin feelins... On the move to bad my minds clogged like constapation times have changed nows theres riots all over the nation. So what side are you gonna choose wen its time for us to face the Nation... Im killin this **** like im attel the hun... now aint that fun thats why i got ya crew all up on the run.

Akrap8, you had better apologize to Whitney Houston's family and friends. She has just died aged 48, and guess what? SHE was a BLACK QUEEN!

KICKIN **** ... SPILLIN WITS.

Wearin a defensive gown/
Watchin y'all pens all bow/
At my feet when I pull your fences down/
Mention now, em insults you pulled out then/
Disrespects got you hangin, like a hook through your mouth comin out your chin/
Warmin up quick, spittin vermin like a slain cobra/
cursin louder/ makin **** seem like a profane opera/
I front on frontlines am the frontliner, call me soldier/
black lyricals that'll turn your soul tar/
trip down to hell, steal the Devil's own car/
raid the Devil's son's bar/
rape his hoes **** on a fallen star/
Brain joggin after gobblin pills, I'm Tylenol smart/
**** blood and bone, I prefer boning victims 'fore tearin them apart/
You dare this menace to start/
You be seein the pearly gates clutchin your heart/
Disregard, I'd classify you a retard/
Heard excuses from faggots tellin they seen sick, been hard/
Nothin can beat the feelin of stickin a steel shard through ya eye ball/
call it my fault, 15 victims since nightfall/
Not just the saw, I use the fuckin chains, handle, bar,knife, simply slice all/
**** hallucinations, this reality, me answerin a higher call/
I'm like a flame eatin through a firefighters coverall/
Hate haters when they breathin, once they six feet deep, I love em all/
I be crappin on their tombstones, stainin their whitwashed wall/
No hatred for hoes either, I burn through their souls like ether/
Imagine a kid wieldin the sickle like a cold reaper/
Meter gauge disengaged and mercury spillin out the cage when I'm in rage/
Homie it was a pussy I ate, and you a pussy, so now you know my taste/
I shift gears and change fates/
Arrange baits but I smoke preys before they approach the target/
Ya head popped out ya cord like Maoist magic/ shaolin stand kick/
Gadgets, hatchets couple of nines strapped/
Towel dipped in sulphuric, in em these mines wrapped/
Bitch tricked bad, I'd get your chic's clit slapped/
I'm on a rhymin rampage, now hand me my wicked Gat/...

Never showed up he tells me 5:30 I show up at 5 then at 5:45 he tells me he'll be there at 7 I got no ride so I'm sitting there till then then at 7 nobody shows up finally at 8:30 I just walked home mad pissed

No doubt he pussied out. Is he even a lyricist ? Cause no real lyricist acts like that. That's too fuckin dumb. Btw plannin on battlin him anytime later ?

He's like half and half some of his songs are way to mainstream but some have good meaningful lyrics here's his YouTube channel

http://www.youtube.com/user/maurice845?ob=0

And I sure as hell wanna do the battle I spent to much time writin and memorizing all that material to have it go to waste

If he keeps pussying out imma just turn the battle verses into a diss track

Savior

Dust on my mic industry attic 
Learned true elements of rappin 
Un-noticed talent cuz the industry likes wack **** 
I can prove the game went down I have the evidence 
On the mic the 7 deadly sins are evident 
Cuz I take PRIDE in my music 
I ENVY these losers 
LUST to make it to the top
GREEDY to possess that spot 
Face my WRATH on the mic when I'm makin threats
OVER CONSUMPTION (GLOTTONY) of respect 
Weight of the world almost breaking my back 
Ironiclly I ain't a SLOTH when it comes to makin tracks 
They say hip hop went south 
That just means its underground 
Well I'm rising up to snuff the faggots who put us down 

this one's more of a poem
Uhh... Mushroom Clouds and haze fill the world at least according to the filler i heard on the news today. and as always the world can never kno the real reason why cus if anyone ever tries totry they will quickly be cast aside... and to the public this seems obscene but ive seen it all in my dreams we all must take action if we hope to defeat the murderous regime... so if your a fan of rhymes then try this on for size this is the conscious rap movement and we're here to open your eyes.

I’m a enigma of your imagination,
A feeling, a sensation,
Niggas shaped the population
My legs are acking
I’m always praying.
Do you get what I’m saying?

Don’t get your mind twisted,
Don’t start on me
I can get you ghosting in 1,2,3
Im a little gangster, I anit playing no game
Get me pissed off and ya feel the pain.

Who are these **** bandits that don't lift the standard
They ain't entrancin no one like a stunned mantis
I match wits then spit oil paints on a canvas
Van Goh would rhyme better with more madness

You'll need an antacid after spewing **** so rancid
While my rhymes bring the dead up and dancin
Only need 8 lines to run around rampant
Cos my punchies have done the most amount of damage

And I'm splittin strangers through the darkness/
Hack this with a hatchet and a pitchfork like this/
These bitch rhymin **** could knock their verses senseless/
Burn through their fences/
eat their defenses/
Rhymin sick, their pens couldn't comprehend this/
Understand ****/ blockin puns leavin ya with a bent fist/
Tension when you mention Rhymekilla he kills your pages son/
Your wages done, no justice for vagabonds/
I don't look at em wannabees I'm stompin on/
This a DEAD END they took a WRONG TURN on/
In my world the sun don't shine from morn to dawn/
Bitches buried alive with em skulls all torn/
Listenin to Akon won't get your rhymes this strong/
And a flow like the holy smoke driftin out the bong/
These skills all honed/
We don't threaten ****, we kill microphones/
You couldn't face us in Hell with our eyes all cold/
Them lies so bold, them cries as cunts roll/
To saws off the chain with no blade control/
This a warning shot more to go as the tale unfolds/...

no mucking around, no ******* about
you know that i'm the best, lemme hear you shout
and to the people that been doubtin' me
look at me now
i'm the ******* best at my craft
ur loving this sound
ok i get it, you might be good
but i'm better
damn, is it getting hot in here
oh, wait it's my sweater...

Yo u suck dawg I spit raw things
Choke u out with your drawstrings
And it won't be a turtle neck
When I got these threads
Cuttin off circulation to ur head
Ur probably at home cryin
I did like that sound cuz when I read those bars... Silence.....

Bumpin' the Infinite album... Try to find new flows and lyrical ideas...

listen to you rap again **** that
ad rather listen to the gas blast outta ma ******* but crack
by the smell you can tell where i had my lunch at
i eat wack rappers so this sites where i get my munch at
im all about the dough so show me where the funds at
i wanna ho so dont show me where the nuns at
im better than you that is true
battles ive had a few
but none of them have been against somebody as crap as you!

You obviously ain't munchin on me
Cuz u see my verses are good so u went right past me
Eat wack rappers here u ain't gettin grub
That smell is the scent of meatball subs u had at a female strip club
Get it?
I'll destroy sweat leave him in a puddle
Let's see if you can handle a few rebuttals...

You wanna know where the funds at ?
At your mom's stack where she busts your dads nuts at/
Don't **** with 'rapists' on this site, you might get your **** whacked/
Too much smoke here for you wannabee crack heads, a single drag might get your lungs damp/
Who's style you tryna bite, you just been stung ,vamp !
Stunt hanged/ guns clapped/
watch me crap all over your butt crack/
These skills are what your nuts lack/
Or lack nutsacks, /
you aint gonna have 2 balls, instead of the bat, all I see is a twat/
This a stupid verse psych/ we done seein them bitchy newbies fight/
Hatred on the mic, as ill as y'all faggots like/
Turn to the right, hit the log out sign and get your sweaty ass off this battle site/...

dont **** with sweatz yal get played by me
talking about moms a fucked yours and got H.I.V
next **** you come up with save it clown
av just plugged my but cause this boys just wrote rapists down!
take away my two balls cause they got jay stressed
your girls pregnant with my kid think am lying go and get a DNA test!
am out cya sick of ******* wastin time
these nine lines of mine should keep these littles gays in line!