Neverending Rap Battle III

lyrical X C
i got lyrics that kill Text Me
spiritual awakenings
appear in the wake of things
the microphone mirrors the fake ya bring
the mirrors one way STLG brake ya king
in this game of chess
aim at ya chest
even ya best looking like pawns
breatheing pressed breath cooking pure bronze
replacateing ancient asian statues
haten amen will send black spanish caucasian aboriginal asian at you
battle proff the original vanishing act
individuals banish en never come back
never cut slack cut the fat that holds ya back
like a milf whose husbands gone cold after he sold the crack
yo homeless after you sold yo shack
pulled out your chrome bliss an start smokeing boulders back
gun powder maken you run cowards the soldiers back
my gun showers the sun from nuclear powers the solar collapse
your memory elapsed
cause you didnt remember thee,,,
final part of your back
impact that dismembers thee,,,
spinal,,,, heart attack,caused from "Vinyl Tracks"
what the the five fingers say to the face "Mine will Smack"
yo spine will lack connection
disection from the back of yo neck section
my rhymes penetrate yo protection
lethal injection
lethal projectin body fluids razor sharp teeth an claws
got a knife made of shark teeth an jaws
cmon dog were's yo paws , you got no paws
you know the law no paws , you got no jaws
you never saw me
looking at the tv in saw three severed rawly
m 14 m 16 9mm (mmmm1+4+=5+1+(669<^=666)this is what nostradamus would do to code his quatrains)(mmmm=four millenia weapons=destruction=666=mmmm666="WERE SCREWED") torched screams sick feens dieing to kill a preacher ,
, kill a student , kill the prudent , kill the teachers
when you hate you cant grow
contimplate that well nuclear plants blow
and everones skin turns see through clear pants glow
radio active
now adays all you wanna be' radio active but you dont no how to act kid
fact kid dont grow lid dont show potential
impact and flows essential
the art is back
the art of fact
so much gravity it archs your back
giving you a different view
like your standing upside down an someones lifting you
microphone gold siphting through the soil
this isnt about stocks , money, or oil,
**** dont worry ,yo
spit dont hurry ,flow
its natural
equal to raw adrenline gats are pulled
gats are full catch a full clip
hats are full with fragments that match my bullet
came from my tounge but the trigger wasnt pulled yet
shocked someone back to life with the mic
knocked someone back to trife with the mic
god blessed the grimm reaper with a scyth he called it the mic
gods flesh wrapped around his hands deeper turned his life to a cipher
its mortal combat , with great vengeance an fury
sentenced by jury of your own peers
friends foes an your own fears
you come up shorter then a midget
you wish you got more respect then you did get
but when yo intallect cant even count to ten digits
then i suspect you aint big ****
but you will be the king **** of terd island
cause you bring **** we heard other people rhymeing

I take it i beat kill bee since he hasnt posted n like 4 days

i take it noones gonna come with some real skill

lol @ Guct not even hittin this forum up with a verse.. lmao.. you're wack, Despite you're post count....

Au contraire, my dear professor. Chai Tea, JB, and myself have been here all along and are waiting, like cobras, to strike.

And strike we will.

Prepare to be stricken down with a vengeance.

pssst, <gus, je ne pense pas que leprofessor comprend les mots 'au contraire'>.

proffessor ill drop blud ILL sum good punches... oi and young hybrid yh i not takin ya for a gimik yh if ya really wanna battle hit me wit ya bars... yh.. -1 peace out i respect ya tho.. yh...but sayin i scared int the way about it lol hit me bruv...

you almost got flow, but u a lil rough around the edges see,
im white so that 3 line does not apply to me, the killa bee
""when i c ur ass 2day we gonna haf ta knuckle up""
please, please dont make me chuckle up,
this is gon' be a bumpy ride, u betta buckle up.
cuz im bout to floor it, and take this baby joy ridin
im ridin round these streets, while hybrid be hidin,
cuz ayo, my bars is the coldest eva projected
this the all star team, hybrid wasnt selected.
youz a veteran im a rookie prepared to stir up a storm
yet im playin first string, u dont even have a uniform.
wen u come up against me, u dont say ****, ya neck swells
cuz im all up in ya lungs like a cancer cell
dont spit yo knock off no name rhymes in my direction
cuz ill choke ya, like wen ya moma swalloz my erection.
im the fuckin president get outta my election
before u get cut open like a fuckin C section.
wen u were born it must have been friday thirteen
cuz thats the unluckiest lookin face i eva seen
horrible " | " and okay " | " ur lyrics are somwhere in between.
the closest u eva gon' get to bein like fifty
is havin 9 bullets injected into ya corpse outta my 9 milly.
im goin insane, bout to free willy
on yo ass, flatten u into the ground,
cant move with 4 tons a flesh pressin ya down
if ya show me disrespect, ul suffer the pain of infection
lethal liquids pumpin through ya vains like blood injection.
cept this wont be savin ya life ill be takin it
u tryna be a gangsta, but for real, u aint makin it
its like wen ya girl have an orgasm, ya fakin it.
you shoulda listened in ya class of physics
cuz now u cant go nowhere in life, especialy not with lyrics.
so chop bacc wen u ready to stop pushin these gimics
in other words, when ya rhymes is in tip top shape, rap back,
and in the mean time, ill have ya momma lickin my ball sack.

with great pleasure i await the forth coming battle
got a microphone so large your left over shadowed

kick it danger
another newbie
sucking yo momma's boobies
straight out the manger

prof i gave u respect was u insultin me in that drop... holla back

Hybrids my name & this shits gonna change
shootin bullets at yall cats from a 3 point range
Killa u shud of neva called me out it was a big mistake
touch me it gets greasier than a phily cheese steak
cross my path and ill break ya
im a certified gangsta
w/ certified papers
U a certified fakeer
a jerkified wangsta
all this **** is fake my g
ill make u like a taco but the shells inside the meat
ill make it hard for u 2 speak
cuz im lethal
in the club nokkin niggas out like van diesal
my hands are like a desert eagle
in the hood killin all these people
Killa bee thats how i will treat ya
That wasnt even the right battle u posted
and i thot it was funny how u boasted
killa bee man u jokin
i float like a butterfly **** killa bee
this bitch will neva b as great as me
cuz i sed it b-4 and ill say it again
Hybrid is greater than u otha men
better than me uve never been
cuz im a veteran

damn son, i already told you, i know ur a veteran, and im the rookie
yet im sittin here rappin betta then u, beta off goin to play hookie
cuz u aint gonna beat me, keep on dreamin
so i think its time for u to swallow ya pryde, like ya swallow the seamen.
damn, who u think u iz, and y u talkin about steak?
gimme a break,
this a rap battle, not a cookin show for god sake.
n' u make no sense, u better then me?thats like me sayin i sexd beyonce
im a sicc fuckin rapper, dont giv a **** wachu got to say,
cuz i aint listenin' i lost u at the part of shells in the meat?
boi, ur brains overheatin' take a seat,
**** 350, i got ur ass in the oven at 800 degrees
ur skins boilin up and tearin' like a flesh eatin desease.
yet ur still tryna preach o.s.d, buddy please,
stick to cookin ya "philly cheese"
cuz u got no skill, wen it comes to this ****
here, u wanna practice?. ill buy u a pencil paper, mic the whole kit
but please, dont come bacc until u ready to handle it
and rele have something good to spit,
cuz mista butterfly, i donno wat the **** u was smokin in yo coccoon,
damn must have been wrapped a lil too tight, cuz ur heads on the moon.

lol gusta if that actually U thas not bad for a poet lol

drop bars on me someone

lol what was taht? lol.. **** funny as fu'ck

Hitman J, heres some advice for you



I bolded the **** you really really need to work on, no hate, just helpin' you. lol

ppl hit me up and tell me wat u think about this one....

you beta answer me quick,
instead o' sittin at home playin wit ya dick,
yo, if u think u the ****, you livin in no mans land,
bout to dissapear like ya sunk into quick sand
pushed in by this juvenile delinquant.
you and ya ego is who ya gon' sink-wit.
get outta the clouds, u egotistic maniac,
bout to spit bac, giv ya ass a heart attack.
yu think ya fine, and ya think you tuff
u clear as a contact lense, i see right through ya bluff.
u aint ridin twenty-fo's, u ridin 10 x 10 x 10 on ya tricycle,
ride through my hood, have ya locked in the freeza like a popsicle.
or, theres always the fernace, u dont want that either
skin burnin up' and meltin away like cabbin fever.
or the old fashion way, machete, ya ass disected,
neva see u again, cuz u aint tupac, for u theres no "Resurrected"

theprofessor

you want a battle?

hybrid.....?