Neverending Rap Battle II

So it's been a while since I've been on this site,
Readin' some of these new cat's spits. Funny how they think they tight.
Homies hand me a mic, and I'll show U I'm sick with-it,
Only time U guys got flow is when your drinking liquid.
This site used to be tight, back in the day. Man, it's seemed like a century,
The old vets left.. and these new cats coming in with rhymes which are elementary.
I laugh at U cats who think with those spits, you show-skill,
Biitch, U ain't nothing compared to me and that is Fo-Real.
Only time you're 'spitting hard' is when you're going down-on-guys,
And the only time I'll say U niiggas got skill is when cows-can-fly.
It's clear, I'll merk U faggots, visible to U even if U had one-eye-mon,
Make kids 'cry' if U spat 'At-em' (Atom)? Naw U ain't lyrically 'positive' if u sat 'on-ion'. (Onion)
This ain't ya home, quit rap, except EmJay this place suits him the best,
Go he can chill with these kids and show a new meaning for molest.
Like a bridge, Ima climb over U and U'll be falling down like london,
None of U cats can make me cry, even if your ass was an onion.
I'm the reason people come and read raps, and I'm the one, kids fight-last,
I mean, U expect people to take U seriously when your name is white-ass?
This site's-trash, Man, I'll blow U away cuhz I spit like a blizzard,
You biitches ain't nothing to me. 'So be' it, I'll eat U like a lizzard. (Sobe the drink).

quietStorm7 wrote:


U know, that's true, but why the fk are U saying that?
Your shiit's so weak, U make limber people look fat.
Man, you sound like an 8 year old trying-to-rap,
Your dad's a stupid idiot knocking your mom up, I'm dying-to-slap-
Him. Your shiit ain't poetry. Only time U flow, is when you're crappin',
My rhymes make U 'twirl', and yours barely makes a sound even if you were 'tapping'.
I'm ill that shiit is true, U don't think so? Well, fk U,
And homie, Listen, cuhz we don't count Boy Scouts as a crew.
U come from Compton? Ha, U real hard, Biitch I'll knock out your face,
U sound like a dentist talking bout teeth, I wear the 'crown', Cuhz I'll put U in a 'brace'. (Braces)
I ain't cocky but I face the truth, I'm a ten, U niiggas would get a low-rate-yo,
Afta readin' my shiit, I'll make storm change directions as if he was a tornadoe.

yo FO-realz u sayin its true that i suck, do you wanna battle, i drop sum bars later if u ready???

Homie.. Don't talk or challenge or w'e.. Jus spit at me.. I'll git back at U.
And I'm alwuz ready.. Buh Im out fa tha nigh

Actually... Ill go real quick befo i leave

EmJey is taking my shiit to heart, cuhz he knows it's true, so face-the-facts,
Did I say U suck in my raps? If I didn't, well I missed it cuhz U way-too-wack.
Drop later when I'm ready? Man, I don't need time to think out my thoughts,
I'm looking for skill to battle with, and this ain't a place I should have sought.
Best step back cuhz I'll take U out at a fast rate,
And burn U niigga, like an amateur fireman's first mistake.
And if you beat me, it's because U and ya lil' generic friends are kissing-ass,
I got a question? Who taught U rap? Cuhz it's obvious U've been skipping-class.
You're way too basic, so don't try to get your fight-on,
Cuhz your shiits got me bored just like this icon .

Trust me I aint takin **** to heart,
I only need a few seconds to rip you apart,
I dont give a **** about your gay little opinion,
I'll fire disgusting adjectives like the rocks of a palestinian,
You don't possess this advanced level of skill,
So why start spraying, pretending to be ill,
Your style matches the three kings agendre,
Masterin the role of playin the pretender,
Judging from your **** this obviously aint the right place for you,
I don't rock generic friends or any gay cyber crew,
Im a take the realz outta Fo-Realz,
And keep bustin solar rays till ya skin peelz.

Yo who back again, **** I'll make ya' pulse-freeze,
And Hitman J, rhyming the same words don't make ya shiit-multies.
Listen I'm from back in the day with Truth and Eryk, U may remember-me,
I came back to visit, now I ain't a friend-to-be.
I was gonna' read some spits but U fags sucking-with-the-skill,
I just had to say something cuhz U cats fking-think-you're-ill.
And EmJey U don't give a fk about my opinion? Ha, that ain't a fact,
Because if U really didin't care, U wudn't be spitting back.
And Hitman J, What U be talking about, killing rookies?
Biitch, I'll twist and tear U like eating oreo cookies.
And Emjey gettin' caught up in my damn-flow,
Onlt time this kid is 'street' is when he's in a 'man-hole'.*
If one of U stepped to me and won, it's cause your cock-is-in-crack,
This is a Neva' Ending rap battle, ya'llz talk-more-than-rap.
I'm ill. I've noticed when I spit at cats, they get shy,-very,
Only time Storm has got me 'Quiet' is pushing me in a library.
I ain't the bully type but I'mm just trying to-test-ye,
Like repeating the same grade again, all I recognize is ThaProfessor.
Irish Mafia, Ha, funniest thing I've heard. Who ya' homeboys? Leprechauns-foo?
I should call U fags 'sidewalks' the way I'm steppin'-on-U.
U can recognize I got skill but right now I ain't steppin' my game,
I don't lie, I'm Fo-realz when I say I'ma merk U, just look at my name.
Trust-me. Best write ya' will cuhz ya'llz write 'loose' like how sluts-be,
I'm an ill 'MC', hit hard like a 'Hammer', U biitches can't 'Touch-Me'.

* -Man hole as in a'ss crack and man hole cover on the road.

EmJey, U ain't got 'taste', 'bud'. It's like your 'tongue's-shiit',
Ur couple seconds have past and your rhymes still dun-hit.
All I think about is a white child molester when I look at your name,
Ain't right place for me? Biitch, I was on here before U ever came.
So who are U to say that this ain't my place?
Man U full of shiit like a 'diaper', U just a 'waste'.
Like 'posers on the block', man, U come here and ya' 'hood-despise',
U should check your second last bar again, because it ain't good-to-lie. *
U gotta' think about what U say to me ova' a period of time with your whole-spit,
It's a sin taking the 'real' outta me, U shall see what Fo-give. (Forgive, Fo-Realz gives).
U slow-shiit! I'm elyte, tower ova' U while U got small dimension,
Wanna talk about burning? I'll 'burn the ends' of U like 'putting in extentions'.
Niigga, I spit mean like a riot-owning,-Whose-next?
Biitch U couldn't 'blow me away' if U mentioned Quiet-'Storm'-in-ya-text.

* - He said something bout how he ain't gay. Don't lie...

ok u aint fo-realz, you full of bullshit,
An I'm a stay on this **** till you decide to submit,
you can't come in range or touch this,
Fo-realz better duck quick,
I Know it's hard to maintain and survive,
When bars like this eat you the **** alive,
You finding this **** hard to manage,
You aint mastered gaining an advantage,
Why You tryin to be raw dissing emcees left, right an centre,
I'll get your mother pregnant and rip out the placenta,
dissing my name, u another emcee who cant come original,
Trapped in a mind thats only subliminal,
You dont wanna hear talk as stated in ya content
But you bust ya verse and add ya stupid comment,
I'll continue to persist,
Keep poppin off at ya lips tryin to resist,
talk too much **** and you'll cease to exist,
Dont sneak the second verse in to gain the upperhand,
You'll never catch the upperhand so try to fuckin understand.

That spit U spat was as complex as a white wall,
So plain, no wordplay or other **** like that at all.
Taking a nap outside the boxing ring, only time U 'lay-in'-spits, (laying)
Ur verse was just a bunch of words, hardly sayin'-****.
Ur bars eat mine? Ha! Your lyrics would by my daytime snack,
Like standing up with two mirrors, U betta' watch ya' back.
Realz willl attack, but U tha' only one spittin' back so I give U respect,
But homies, face it.. U think U hard because U can't go erect?
Correct -- Me if I'm wrong, this is a spot to type-your-text,
Rather there by ****-talking than U fags with cyber-sex.
I ain't trying to be raw, tryna' show these 'ill' cats that they dunno how to work-it,
Cuhz they ain't at my level... Why do they think they good.. Can't U see I'm doing this on purpose?
Bout' time ya'llz need a challenge so don't start defending-fags,
Only time U have the 'upperhand' is waving a white surrender-flag.
Damn-Em-is-vague, U should incorporate more elements,
U think U 'big', but U be rhyming 'colorless' should just call U an 'elephant'.
Fo' the hell-of-it, U wack and a floppy disk couldn't save-ya',
U couldn't walk ova' me if U 'Bridge-it' (Bridgette), U betta 'kneel-son' (Nielson) cuhz U ain't got 'Flava'.
My one bar could bully your whole rap, and kick-ya-****-in-dirt,
Next time U spit man.. Come harder and hit-it-where-it-hurts.

nice..
Wheres Dazza?

sup evreyone..nobody here?..im going..

god must be on break, maybe da crackhead spawned~ya,
i dont know, but i decided to go all snoop dogg on~ya,
i guess u read some of my **** in da past, and tried to please~me,
but u didnt that **** made me quesy when my crap is still of da heezy,
and u diss on people, face it boi, u got no skillz,
and we su[pposed to take u seriously with a name lik fo realz?
ill give u poison juice and force u to sip~it~all
u suck, ur rhymes weak, but to top it off u hipicritical,
man u cant take the throne, even though its been a couple weeks without~me,
and u sukas are gettin weak without~me,
and i bounce bak so i dare u to doubt~me,
this is all now but beware because im here,
and u got ur life to fear, and i can tell u sheddin tears.

Yo Realz,
You got some corny ass habits,
puttin annotational **** into brackets,
You tryna spit in my league but you can't hack it,
Half of your **** don't make sense,
Like a person wit no arms and legs jumpin a fence,
You winnin this battle is next to impossible,
I spit raw Radiant energy that's intolerable
I look at your **** and I see starvin similies and metaphors,
The only thing I can think of is help the poor,
You rock verses like preschool kids,
And your flow is like an uncontrollable car, it swerves and skids,
Your bars bullyin mine? you gettin too delerious,
You need to get serious,
This cat talks about my dick, look how queer he is,
Your bars couldnt bully mine if they had arms and legs,
I fire bars that'll rip thru flesh and tear you to shreds,
And remember one thing, I aint here defending fags,
I'm puttin wack ass emcess like you in body bags.

U need to check your **** and stop talkin about wrestling,
Trust me you don't even come close to contesting,
I don't wanna hear about brackets, this **** aint a english lesson,
This is a neverending battle session,
You criticise hitman for sticking to words like glue,
read thru ya last verse, thats the same **** you do,
Oh Yeah You are a major, a major amature,
You need to gain knowledge and increase ya stature,
I'd sweat more in the antartic than readin your bars,
step to me you b left seein green moons and stars,
I spread deadly on emcees like sars
Your shits just watered down with stupid similies,
So I'm a lay it down simply,
You got caught up in ya own excitement, I know its hard to believe,
Batteling me you got nuttin to achieve,
I'm batteling in the top flight,
You need to get ya Statements right
Better still get the **** off this site,
You couldnt put me in ya little diagram, I'm einstein times a hundred,
And if you were in top flight then u plundered,
Straight to the bottom,
This **** was an accident like your farthers split condom,
You can't look up towards the sky, not even to Jehova
So I'll put you out your misery and declare this battle over.

fo realz spits like his soul is gettin weary,
the reaper comes in the dead of the night,
to give fo realz a reason to fear me,
with minimum might,i strike to enlighten this wack writer about my powers,
he's like an ipod, runs out energy quick,
but i can go on and on for hours,
while he stops the first 10 minutes, and starts sucking on some strangers dick,he blows and licks,
this fool never went to rag to riches, he stayed with rag,
please man u talk about takin me out, like u an assassain,
if i wanted to kill you you would already be in a body bag,
you could've gave up, but your oppertunity is passing,
i see things that you only see in our nightmares,
i know all your fears,
ill demolish you with a lyrical knife, because my rhymes are that rare,
i'll give you the real defenition of blood, sweat, and tears,
if your gonna beat me up your forced to make sure its legal,
i dont care for laws ill just ring your neck,
somethings pressed on your head? dont worry its just my desert eagle,
BALST! oh man what a bloody wreck,
the cops come in and their jaws drop like your reputation,
they looked and looked but soon they got sick of seeing your heart stuffed on your tounge,
with this rhyme im starting a whole new nation,
they found two daggers hidden in your lungs,
this is the way it's ganna be so you better start copin',
man your rhymes arent't in da majors, they still kiddie play,
i'll slice your throat wide open,
your like stairs, ima be walkin on you all day,
and i won't stop until i make sure your existince is no more,
and that everyone knows that you can't rhyme even if you tryed,
out side you pose, but we all know i just left you sore,
i would tell your mother, but she 'accidently' fell down the stairs and died,
so whats it gonna be man? we gonna be cool or are you gonna surrender,
because from my point of view you got no rep,
i send a bomb on a person door per~sender,
and your lucky enough to hav that bomb land on your doorstep.

THIS WAS FOR FO REALZ A.K.A THE WACK CRACK MAN

JUDGE THIS BATTLE YALL

I know it sucked it was my first time spitten to that style,
but ima bounce back like B rabbit in 8 mile,
now back to da hitman who spits like he installed with hauldralics,
this ****'s in da pocket, i cant belive im spitten against some neglected alcoholics,
yea you think that's idiotic, but when im angry im like a new perosn so you can say im symbiotic,
lyriccly destroyin you,aint that ironic,i react faster than sonic,
cuz when i ride~by people think iz a drive~by,
just because they think i killed~a~guy,
people respect me just because he tried to spit but i outskilled~the~guy,
you dont know how it iz to be more than a man,
to make worlds collide just because you can,
man you dont know how it like to be shocked but thunder,dogg,
you prably rich, but i grew up as the bitch of an underdogg,
i had to work for this title the pride that i have now,
now you da one rappin in tool sheds while i spit to loud crowds,
come on im tellin you a message, can't you see?
you gettin **** on and spit on like a fuckin younger me,
im im leavin you on a wild horse without a saddle,
but screw all this ****, less just do wat we came here to do and battle:

you OK, but you still seem wack to~me,
you~see, you makin a rap a summer while i go on to MTV,
i make my rhymes with raw talent,style then flow and i churn~it~up,
you make yours by gettin **** off the streeet and then you burn~it~up,
so hers the 411 direct~from~me,
i got rhymes that you would expect~from~me,
see i rap to the lords then pretty soon the cash~came,
you like a slow car tryin to go in the fast~lane,
yes i agree this is some long~text,
but iz too bad that you cant undrestand it, iz too complex,
there, now you cant say im gay~no~more,
you can't say **** to hitman j~ no~ more,
listen i think you retarted, or maybe lonley,
because i keep wondering y you keep callin me 'homie'
you the one that keep tryin to make a perfect rap song,
and i think you the one that goes on eharmony.com,
since you come up on here and stick up for the guy you battling,
man your boat is sinking, theres no loose tryin to keep paddling,
im in~it to win~it know no limits lyriccly jack you up in 5 minutes,
as i said to black-ops before, you supposed to be good but you aint got nuttin for~me,
pay attention next time you try and go in my territory,
you smell something....it smells good like a merry~scent,
thas my raps i used you for an experiment,
ima class~act, i was doin yo girl till i asked myself where da ass~at?
i did her and left she didnt even ask where her cash~at,
rofl man you really dont get it do ya, if you were a criminal cops wouldnt even waste the bounty,
im a 2 hours from da hood, you prably somewher in orange county,
see yo first problem to mistake~me,
after all this u still wanna take me?

Yo, im gonna lay this out for you nice an smooth
Cause this playa cant even make a move
If you think you can spit you need more time
Cause if you go back an read that your **** didnt even rhyme
You cant take me you wont even last
Fuckin vanilla ice could whip your punk ass
Im like andy roddick and you just got lyrically aced
Listen to me an tell me how good does it taste
I see you spittin homie, but you aint hard enough
Then pay attention to me cause im writin the real stuff
Im the damn king, man you aint gonna stop my rule
Im the lyrical fire and your raps are just my fuel
So im just killin yall bitches on this lyrical ****
Why am i even tryin man i already got it