Neverending Rap Battle

Nigga you call yoself a "warchild"?,
well shits bout to get wild.
You prolly never seen war,
But me? I'm a sgt in the marine core.
You say you a killer?
You justa lil kid tryna be like Mac Miller..
You say thats gay,
But homie you can help it you were just born that way.
You say you got guys tryna blow you?
Ya till they see what you "packin" n leave your balls bright blue..
Man i'd love to see your face,
after i put you in yo place.

Sager, i'll block your ass with a dager
and start sailin'
you're fucked up dawg, way even more than Sarah Palin
bitch who the **** stepped on your shoe, this ain't no rap, go find some cocksucking to do
there's where you belong to
since when marines had bitch teams, make sure before every mission, put on some lotion, so you don't get roughed by sunbeams

I'm not even gonna reply to that.
You need to work on your lyrics,
flow, and layout of your lines. Example: (Don't write long ass lines like this.)

ey killa, it don't matter second or first round
you're still gonna win, but i'll fire for one more time with you, how's that sound
i'm a child of war, rated 18 +
due to blood and gore, you'll be screamin : Jesus save us
i fight high class even though i barely got skills
**** you, monkeysmugla and Mac Mills

http://soundcloud.com/milkboxkids/theremyothergoes check it out give feedback im 2nd verse and the chorus ....

You need work on your lines man. Dont go tellin other people they need work when all your lines are singles.
And you cant tell someones flow from text.

You can't tell someone to work on lyrics when your about the same skill level....

Is that cam? I thought you two were pissed at eachother?

You aint a war child you just a soft bride/
Waitin for a husband's doggy ride/
stalkin sly, why you talkin bout Palin G ?
its apparent see, you just another wannabee/
So you act emcee but can't hack a beat/
you're hallucinating war, lil child. Must be the lack of sleep/
No cheeky grins when I crack your teeth/
I aint gonna battle Lebanese, cause them crackers cheap/
My raps in dreams give you nightmares to write again/
This aint a fight to win, I'll slice a vein/
Make them lyrics bleed from your eyes and skin/

OVER. Hope it helped you to improve.

misinterpreted acknowledgement
passive aggressive messages hidden
within what is written
like kites that fly in confinement
spitten spider wed like lyrics we get caught up in
tit for tat forth n back
this is a lack there for a better metaphor
for this reply type of battle rappin
we're all wrapped up in
some of us more or less
have more or less confidence
in what we decide to express
at any given time
my mind fluctuates
from i think im fresh to def
to why do i even waste my time
but still i find my self at the key board
pressing keys to record whatever i see as i explore
always intrigued with what is in store.

Battle?

my flowetry is that of mastery like none other
foes will appose and be known as my fluffers
ive mastered my flow
so im known as a flowmaster like the muffler
bad ass battle raps are fatter then blubber
even paula deen likes my rhymes better then butter
one after another every line seems to smother another
meaningless words all bunched up and cluttered
reading this could **** up something you'll need insurance to cover
could be good or maybe bad its either one or the other
either or and neither nor notta nan nother
if bragging rights was a rope this would be a tug of war
if two men were to pull from each end in an attempt to be the winner
the results of a tie would be a rope that broke at the center
this neverending quest in this lyrical survival of the illest
to see who's next to wreck the mic so fresh that even his opponent will say he's best

Yeah sure homie. How many rounds ?

3 is fine.

Joshenm ....... that sounds Hebrew - are you Jewish?
In that case, I greet you shalom, homie. Let's do this
My style is the crudest
My rhymes are the rudest
And I'll leave you clueless
Bring tears to your eyes wearing a smile so "Ludacris"/ludicrous
I had a friend named Josh, he was a brother of my brother's
And the way they hung out, they looked like lovers
Homosexuals, transsexuals, transgenderals
Standing next to you, with a dildo strapped to their genitals
Ready to wet you
with semen shooting out like a horse's dick
You're reading this, and can't seem to make sense at all of it
Reactions, I'm ignoring them
I'm scoring ten, points on the scoreboard
That's a crazy, awesome hit made for all the chicks
And all the local girls that sing in my neighbourhood
I make them cry and scream silly like babies do
I'm raping you, with a style so monstrous
You would think your two-storey house was haunted
Guy, I'm on this
more than a cooking hob above the oven
I'm cooking you like leftover cold steak
Until all the fat and the tenderness goes away
I don't think there's anything else this man can say
Except ...... have a splendid day

Just kidding around.

Alright then. You go first if you have a verse ready. I can't think of anything much right now. So ...waiting for ya to start.

ILLUSTRAIGHT vs. AUTISTIK

[Intro: MC Host]
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the Scribble Jam Championship Battle 2011
I’m your host, MC Host
And this is gonna be the hottest battle ever
To my left, I got the world’s first aspiring autistic rapper, Illustraight
Competin’ against his opponent to my left
Autistik, spelt with a ‘k’
The opponent won the toss and he has chosen to go first
Autistik, you’ve got one minute to spit your verse
Let’s go!

[Autistik]
Illustraight, allow me to write you in chalk, dude
And throw an ink blot onto your lines of thought too
Your brain is jumbled up with words, maybe I should sort you
Like incoming mail traffic which is what the sortin’ offices do
Which is quite ironic, ‘cause that is where you work
Which explains the cheap boots and the crap flourescent shirt
What’s more, you wasted three years of your life
Doin’ a course trying to pursue a career you’ll never find
And why the **** is it that you’ve never had a wife
Or held down a good job like the rest of the guys?
You’ve never even attempted through the recession besides
to seek help or advice from the Job Centre website
It seems nowadays that all you want to do
Is sit around and wait for the job to come to you
But it’s not gonna come ‘til you get off your ass and seek it
I guess your brother’s right about you, you’re a slack weaklin’

[MC Host]
Whoa!
Hold the microphone!
That was a cold verse coming from Autistik; that **** is deep, man!
But let’s hear it from Illustraight and see what HE’s got to say for himself
Ills, you’ve got one minute to spit your ****
Let’s go!

[Illustraight]
I gotta agree with you, ‘Stik
I DID waste three years of my life bearing the same advice
But now you’re about to pay the price!
You keep gettin’ in my phase of progress, and my way of life
This is a rebuff, I gotta make sure that I’ve laid it right
And I desire to get somewhere without being held back
‘Cause I got a lot of fight inside me, that’s a real fact
All the cheap bullshit you’re giving me, you can kill that
No matter how many times you break me, I’ll still be intact
An autistic man, maybe, but I’m standing with such a rigid stature
Even Nelson’s statue can’t lift my character
After all, I strive to develop something of myself
But you can’t accept my self, ‘cause you’re jealous of my mental heath
And my health is perfect, and I don’t need a girl to protect me
I can protect myself
Plus I have always attempted well to get some help
Besides, how do you think I found this job?
It’s worth money; at least it gets me by, you lousy snob!

[MC Host]
Damn – what a motherfucking comeback!
I never thought a battle would get THIS heated before
**** is getting hectic now, playas!
Autistik, let’s see what response you’ve got against him
You got one minute! Let’s go!

[Autistik]
Man, **** a “let’s go” – how about a “let’s brawl”?
Come on, Ills; the gloves are removed, my vest’s off
I really HATE when someone answers back to me
I’ll win this battle for sure, now watch your bad dreams become reality
You’ve really gone and made me lose all my composure
After I’m done, your whole life is gonna be brought to a closure
I’m kinda like your family; I act childish when I snap
Call me a house-maid, ‘cause I’m about to wipe you like a mat
All those things I said on my first verse are all true
You’re a lazy twat; now what the **** are you gonna do?
Pull a [*knife*] on me like you tried to do to your mother?
But instead you cut your [*nanny*], who then had to go to the doctor
I bet you feel bad; I’ve got you where I want you, ******
Believe me, I know how much you wanted to punch your brother
I also know you were abused by your aunty while your father
was away, and when you were naughty, she locked you in the dark room
I bet that’s somethin’ that you STILL think about
Whatever you got to say now, homeboy, bring it out!

[MC Host]
Holy ****, somebody get me some aspirin
I think I’m losing my composure as well as my head
And it’s been OVER one minute that you ripped it for!
Can Scribble Jam get ANY better than this?!
Illustraight, looks like the odds are stacked against you, dog
Time to break that barrier!
One minute, let’s go!

[Illustraight]
Yeah, right, I’ve been abused; and I have been accused
Pullin’ a [*knife*] on my mother is what I NEVER meant to do
I guess I was out of control, a child with some issues
A report to my school made me think twice about it too
You will NEVER understand what kind of times that I went through
You wouldn’t last five minutes; man, I’d die if I was you
You’ve bitten off more than you like to bite or chew
And to think that I was YOU? I DESPISE that I was you!
When I was in college, I picked a fight with this [*white*] dude
‘Cause he bullied to spite me
If only I had a knife then I would slice him like diced fruit
And ice him like icicles
But I don’t like violence, because I’m quite a nice dude
I’ve come too far from that **** to go back to it
Get worked up like you, and then just act stupid
So keep talkin’, house-maid, and damage your health
Just do me a favour and get over yourself
************

[MC Host]
That was a ******* hot battle, man; I can’t believe it
They both brought it the hardest, for real, that was sick as hell
However, after a backstage conferral
The judges have reached an unanimous decision
The winner is ..... ILLUSTRAIGHT!

[*audience cheer*}

All I can say after readin that **** is , you sure as hell got the thing to make it BIG in the rap game man. Insane Creativity. Frankly speakin, I freestyle lyrically but I do not have maybe even 1/4th the passion u got to sit and take time and thoughts and write a rap like that. RESPECT.

Battle with your own alter ego sick

Hope This Get's Out 2:19

sometimes hard things come in threes
but this life has got me down to my knees
it's got me seiged, i just wanna feel safe and free
but all this rage in me, it's caged and seized
it's almost free, it's almost breakin loose
these goosebumbs are showin all the truth
and there's no way im stoppin till im finished
till i finna break off these cages hinges
cause im sorrouned in it, i cant defend it
im hot headed, it's almost melted
it's almost derailed, this train is off its tracks
there's no way this motor can gain it back
but i show um what, im really made of
when I open up, till I cuff my nuts
I ain't backin down no way, I'm way too up
too up for down, to down for up
im like a trucks double pistons revin up
this pen adds the touch, but here comes the rush

buildings are blowin up, your knees shake, belt and you go corrupt
it's all a rush, my head feels everything, it's all a buzz, i punture lungs
i picture things, things that you've never seen
things that seem obseen, i bet you're feelin me
**pause** (yep)
earth shakes, rattles and it starts to rain
disfigures pain, causes asphyxia on your brain
no air, no sun to shine on your day
these lyrics stay the same, it's all the same
these lyrics are striaght outta the endorphins
tunnels through my mouth and out it goes
out it flows and it shows how beast mode i can go
vocabulary words you've never known, starts to show
lift the curtains up, yeah start the show
watch the smoke lift as i go, words i spit overflow
my mouth is waterin hole, and that's so
it's so relievin, this pain it's conceivin
i start to doze off, im dreamin
these dreams im chasin, this white boy must be crazy
he must be crazy if thinks, he can win
he can't win, there's no way he can
the odds are all against me, but what about the evens
what about the 2,4's, and 6's
im a little different, im more sufficent
im more upliftin, you cant sit still
this MC's real, but it's all to real
but i feal like no ones on my level
no one can be better
but all this is for the better
this pedestal no ones on it
no one is even close
no one even knows
it ain't about the clothes
it ain't about nothin if you can spit
you must purblind if you don't notice it
shortsighted, get glasses bitch
unaware of this **** i tear
i rip this **** but it seems like im not even there
but i've said my ****, i've spit this ****
no one can duplicate, doody, dip through, or do this ****
i've said my part, i've poured my heart
out goes my heart, spills my guts
but the things i say may not be enough to get my passion out
im laughin now, im zoin out, i can find the words to say, wow
never knew this could be so hard, this page is now pretty much on fire
add the gas to make the flame higher, raise my talent higher
sparks from the metal, you see, it's just incredible
i eat rappers like they are edible, like im a cannibal
my emotions are flowin up and over the limit level
but in mind no ones better, i dont know how to explain
to me and you it's all a game, but the difference is
you want the fame, i don't need the fame, i go insane
my mind needs to be contained
facin this loud crowd now
please hear this out, let's hope all this passion and **** get's it out
So I Hope This Get's Out



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