Neverending Rap Battle II

sounds like fighten words to me, technique
if you got what it takes mann, step-up to me
you say ya shits infinite, is it possible B?
you got some nice lines and a decent flow
but what the hell was that **** you wrote back to me yo?
rappin aint jus rhymin, its bout rythm and prose
i write hymns that explode, your **** is just tacky
if you wanna battle, step up ya game kid, attack me
your move, im ready for shame mayne, get at me

holla

JDTrain617 wrote:

sounds like fighten words to me, technique
if you got what it takes mann, step-up to me
you say ya shits infinite, is it possible B?
you got some nice lines and a decent flow
but what the hell was that **** you wrote back to me yo?
rappin aint jus rhymin, its bout rythm and prose
i write hymns that explode, your **** is just tacky
if you wanna battle, step up ya game kid, attack me
your move, im ready for shame mayne, get at me

holla

I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
The government is psychotically racist and robotic
The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality
Life is war, and every day's a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity
Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me
Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not allowed by me
Cuz I don't got time to play
I'm the best lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say
Stellar density becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement

Technique wrote:

JDTrain617 wrote:

sounds like fighten words to me, technique
if you got what it takes mann, step-up to me
you say ya shits infinite, is it possible B?
you got some nice lines and a decent flow
but what the hell was that **** you wrote back to me yo?
rappin aint jus rhymin, its bout rythm and prose
i write hymns that explode, your **** is just tacky
if you wanna battle, step up ya game kid, attack me
your move, im ready for shame mayne, get at me

holla

I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
The government is psychotically racist and robotic
The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality
Life is war, and every day's a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity
Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me
Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not allowed by me
Cuz I don't got time to play
I'm the best lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say
Stellar density becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement

will yall both shut up, yall cant even rap a lick
yall need to listenin to my **** cuz its foreva real sick
but if I had a to choose a winner it would be dat foo technique
even though he hates the government for the way he looks and body physique
dont get mad at the Gov cuz u ugly its ok man its not all that drastic
u can just go the surgen and ask for that plastic
im fine and ur girl knows about me JD
imma a hard nigga ur just a manly lookin Lady
im just so sick reply to my mess and see what happens
FEDS up nigga guess whose the blessed one and the captain
quiet Storm just ripped this **** and i wont even take it all back
**** bein white im proud to be filipino and black

Im straight out the bean man, reppin my team
ready for action, chrome blastin, look at the steam
youse a shooka MC, dead last, im the first at the scene
im sold out nonstop, you dont deserve to be seen
while ya'll pussies spitin rhymes, im producing superior lyrics
im a sorcerer wit words the way ya'll fearin dem spirits
my verse is untouchable, you cant get near it or hear it
don't question my logic storm, just stand, grin and bear it
i ain't scared of nothin, got you handled for shore
my talent reverberates, walls, ceiling, to floor
and im hearin no more, of your lame ass ****
try to hit me wit rhymes, now im settlin scores bitch
better putcha money on me, ya'll, if ya know whats best
get behind me right now, rep my **** or youre next
six-one-seven's my whole area, my division, my set
ready or not my clicks comin bitch, get with us or step
takin over the globe, startin wit chyo fam
battle gear head to toe, prepare for ya last stand
****, wher'd ya go? ran away? that was fast, damn!
be a man, kid, have some respect, understand?

quietStorm7 wrote:

Technique wrote:

JDTrain617 wrote:

sounds like fighten words to me, technique
if you got what it takes mann, step-up to me
you say ya shits infinite, is it possible B?
you got some nice lines and a decent flow
but what the hell was that **** you wrote back to me yo?
rappin aint jus rhymin, its bout rythm and prose
i write hymns that explode, your **** is just tacky
if you wanna battle, step up ya game kid, attack me
your move, im ready for shame mayne, get at me

holla

I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
The government is psychotically racist and robotic
The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality
Life is war, and every day's a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity
Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me
Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not allowed by me
Cuz I don't got time to play
I'm the best lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say
Stellar density becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement

will yall both shut up, yall cant even rap a lick
yall need to listenin to my **** cuz its foreva real sick
but if I had a to choose a winner it would be dat foo technique
even though he hates the government for the way he looks and body physique
dont get mad at the Gov cuz u ugly its ok man its not all that drastic
u can just go the surgen and ask for that plastic
im fine and ur girl knows about me JD
imma a hard nigga ur just a manly lookin Lady
im just so sick reply to my mess and see what happens
FEDS up nigga guess whose the blessed one and the captain
quiet Storm just ripped this **** and i wont even take it all back
**** bein white im proud to be filipino and black

Yeah you better pick me the fool winner technique
When you read my rhymes, your like I wish I can suck his dik
Tastes like a lolly pop yeah that's a nice lick
What does it taste like chocolate? That's a nice pick
When you hear of me, you get really sick
So sit down and shut the fuk up you little fukin prick
Trying to diss me coz you know im the man
Taking over and demolishing the your land
You need the plastic, you know why you need it for
Coz you wanna look like a stinky ass hoe
And who the fuk you think you are saying nigga
Don't you understand that I have a itchy trigger finger
Don't call yourself nigga, just coz your black
You better be careful watching your back
I'm ruthless when it comes to the attack
And when you die, at your grave I'll sing this track
My crew comes in 50 men packs
And strapped with chrome macks
And remember something dikhead
When your moms out late, she's giving me head

A bullet rushes at ya like a pirahna to kill
And the slug cuts clearly threw ya skull like Dahmer's grill
You can tell Im satanic from my evil beat selection
Your autopsy's like wall bounce meat section
Kid ya didnt survive a stab to the chest
Unfortunately medical science can't always have success

honestly i think you need to work on your flow alot tech/////storm i like your flow lets battle

honestly i think you need to work on your flow alot tech... i mean u gots some nice metaphors and obviously some intense vocab, but ya **** just doesnt flow right

storm i like your flow lets battle

I was a nobody
Throughout my childhood years
Scrubby clothes, parents suck , no friends amongst my peers
Junior high I arrived so depressed inside
Late one evening , even tried to take my own life
And my mom found a knife
With my wrists sliced
Laying on the floor of my room, no lights
Doctors put me on some meds for my depression
But my mom prayed nightly asking' god to bless me
Now imma freshmen up in highscool no longer the fool , It's the
time to forget the past and start new
I quickly made friends with this cat named Chris
And Started skipping class, stealing from my mom
A couple years pass now imma junior
11th grade searching for quicker ways to get paid
I soon got connected with this cat down in some ****
Now I got this dude signing for packages in the mail
Went from ripped jeans to mad cream
Traded all my nightmares for the pleasant dreams
I was no longer the kid with no friends trying to blend
That chapter of my life soon came to an end
Now a rollie covers my scars sitting' on my wrists
Rocking' the illest gear Crystal sitting' on my hip
Fly whips, fly chicks, collecting mad chips
Jealous cats waiting for my time to slip
One night driving home from this party
High off the weed so drunk from bacardi
Barely made it home my mom helped him in the house
Walked up in the living room passed out on the couch
Suddenly these cats kicked in his door
Ran up in the house threw my mom to the floor
Put the pistol to her head this is what he said
"Your money and your weed or the bitch is **** dead!" I tried to tell em "Yo its at another spot"
Two seconds later all I heard was a shot
They pistol whipped Me snatched him for my jewels
Ran out the house off in my ride they cruised
I struggled to make it to my mom's side
She lay in a pool of blood with no life
I finally thought I was a man and had it made
But was it really worth the price that i payed?

Supa SiK WiDiT wrote:

I was a nobody
Throughout my childhood years
Scrubby clothes, parents suck , no friends amongst my peers
Junior high I arrived so depressed inside
Late one evening , even tried to take my own life
And my mom found a knife
With my wrists sliced
Laying on the floor of my room, no lights
Doctors put me on some meds for my depression
But my mom prayed nightly asking' god to bless me
Now imma freshmen up in highscool no longer the fool , It's the
time to forget the past and start new
I quickly made friends with this cat named Chris
And Started skipping class, stealing from my mom
A couple years pass now imma junior
11th grade searching for quicker ways to get paid
I soon got connected with this cat down in some ****
Now I got this dude signing for packages in the mail
Went from ripped jeans to mad cream
Traded all my nightmares for the pleasant dreams
I was no longer the kid with no friends trying to blend
That chapter of my life soon came to an end
Now a rollie covers my scars sitting' on my wrists
Rocking' the illest gear Crystal sitting' on my hip
Fly whips, fly chicks, collecting mad chips
Jealous cats waiting for my time to slip
One night driving home from this party
High off the weed so drunk from bacardi
Barely made it home my mom helped him in the house
Walked up in the living room passed out on the couch
Suddenly these cats kicked in his door
Ran up in the house threw my mom to the floor
Put the pistol to her head this is what he said
"Your money and your weed or the bitch is **** dead!" I tried to tell em "Yo its at another spot"
Two seconds later all I heard was a shot
They pistol whipped Me snatched him for my jewels
Ran out the house off in my ride they cruised
I struggled to make it to my mom's side
She lay in a pool of blood with no life
I finally thought I was a man and had it made
But was it really worth the price that i payed?

Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

quietStorm7 wrote:

Supa SiK WiDiT wrote:

I was a nobody
Throughout my childhood years
Scrubby clothes, parents suck , no friends amongst my peers
Junior high I arrived so depressed inside
Late one evening , even tried to take my own life
And my mom found a knife
With my wrists sliced
Laying on the floor of my room, no lights
Doctors put me on some meds for my depression
But my mom prayed nightly asking' god to bless me
Now imma freshmen up in highscool no longer the fool , It's the
time to forget the past and start new
I quickly made friends with this cat named Chris
And Started skipping class, stealing from my mom
A couple years pass now imma junior
11th grade searching for quicker ways to get paid
I soon got connected with this cat down in some ****
Now I got this dude signing for packages in the mail
Went from ripped jeans to mad cream
Traded all my nightmares for the pleasant dreams
I was no longer the kid with no friends trying to blend
That chapter of my life soon came to an end
Now a rollie covers my scars sitting' on my wrists
Rocking' the illest gear Crystal sitting' on my hip
Fly whips, fly chicks, collecting mad chips
Jealous cats waiting for my time to slip
One night driving home from this party
High off the weed so drunk from bacardi
Barely made it home my mom helped him in the house
Walked up in the living room passed out on the couch
Suddenly these cats kicked in his door
Ran up in the house threw my mom to the floor
Put the pistol to her head this is what he said
"Your money and your weed or the bitch is **** dead!" I tried to tell em "Yo its at another spot"
Two seconds later all I heard was a shot
They pistol whipped Me snatched him for my jewels
Ran out the house off in my ride they cruised
I struggled to make it to my mom's side
She lay in a pool of blood with no life
I finally thought I was a man and had it made
But was it really worth the price that i payed?

Quiet storm wrote:
I see you have no mom too
but dont let anyone make u turn blue
ur special my man dont try to kill urself
go through life until there is nothin left
dont be a punk and try to take ur life
come on man use ur brain think bout whats right
i went through the same thing u went through
i wonder why God took my mom i still have no clue
i live on the dark side like u and i fight
they call me quiet Storm prince of the Night
but don't let u swallow ur soul
cuz God wants u to be a man with a heart of gold
imma christian man if u can tell
jail in my hair goin through hell we've all have been there
but what make u special is how u get through it
dont let evil eat u and just make music

TRUE ADVICE RIGHT THERE....

errrrrrr.... Is this Dr Phil????????