Neverending Rap Battle III

matter fact..does anyone wanna battle?

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il battle you

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alright being how im the new one of the forum ill let you decide the rules
im ready whenever

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yeah dude i dont care drop whenever

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5 barss? ill spit first
ill drop in a lil while

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Frozen-Flames, Exposes-Dames and Slays-Chosen-Lames, with Broken-Chains//
I'll Choke-And-Maim, Demote-Your-Name and drain blood through Veins-Of-Your-Open-Brain//

Please, I got this when your Usin'-A-Wack-Flow//
In Fact-Yo, you couldn't "spit" if you were Chewin'-Tobacco//

I throw till your Nose-Broken-In-Fifty, should of Known-I-Show-No-Pity//
I'll lay you "flat" on your chest like a Ho-With-No-Titties//

My Words,-You'll-Fear-It, Watch me Kill-And-Hurt-Your-Spirits//
You'll end up with sign that reads, "Will-Work-For-Lyrics"//

Its over, I don't mean to offend//
but hitman it will only take three votes for your Streak-To-End//

drop back whenever

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chosen one wrote:

Frozen-Flames, Exposes-Dames and Slays-Chosen-Lames, with Broken-Chains//
I'll Choke-And-Maim, Demote-Your-Name and drain blood through Veins-Of-Your-Open-Brain//

Please, I got this when your Usin'-A-Wack-Flow//
In Fact-Yo, you couldn't "spit" if you were Chewin'-Tobacco//

I throw till your Nose-Broken-In-Fifty, should of Known-I-Show-No-Pity//
I'll lay you "flat" on your chest like a Ho-With-No-Titties//

My Words,-You'll-Fear-It, Watch me Kill-And-Hurt-Your-Spirits//
You'll end up with sign that reads, "Will-Work-For-Lyrics"//

Its over, I don't mean to offend//
but hitman it will only take three votes for your Streak-To-End//

drop back whenever

DAMN! that line turned my blood cold, that was sicc!

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yeah that was dope................................. in 2000....it's pretty damn played now man!!!!!

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chosen one was gd drop... u got a different style to ya writen but it all good blood. i think hitman gona tear it up tho man...he good aswell..

d-d-d-danger need a battle with sum1...

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Guess what killa ur the first in line/
u wanna get destroyed now or do i have to take my time/
man im only 16 on a huslte tryin to get mine/
after im done with u people think i commited a crime/
The name young hybrid was given to me by my late great Cuzzin/
he got shot on the wrong block but his albums were buzzin/
so i guess u wanna take a stab at me/
man ive already been on TV/
yo im pushin a lexus with 4 cromed out rims/
u Fuckin with a beast who will tear u limb from limb/
and that Mundine **** was so Fuckin gay/
I can tell u get ass raped every other day/
Like B. Siegel I sicker than ur average/
Nigga can tell the way i spit im a damn savage/
so rite now i gonna leave it alone/
go find a real Mc that is full grown/
man sit down dont step to the kid/
put ya F***** rhymes on Ebay for bid/
ya happy know u gotcha reply/
hope this ish didnt make u cry/
Man if u got more to say ill make u decease/
I gonna make u and ya career REST IN PEACE!

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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 **** 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.

A'yo dumb **** i know it's not a cookin show
if u went 2 school than ud already know
ud know wut a metaphor is but now u dont
Killa wanna come get me, stop in your tracks
cuz I will rip you so yo stopping your tracks
Get back killa ya aint fast, get yo seatbelt on
Cuz when da beat's get on, I smoke ya like cheech and chong
that whole spill bout the pencil n paper kit
i saw it on fight klub lady luck was spittin it
now ur embarassed and nervous
like "y hybrid gotta mad bust"
now ya yellin aflac cuz yoou need some insurance
you aint got courage cuz ya aint got endurance
Can't go pound for pound, or eye for an eye
cuz when we go round for round, you will die where you lie
I toe to toe in some opened toes, but you hold ya nose
cuz I broke your nose, case opened case closed
I'm a pro so you can get at me dawg like DMX
EMS or ESP, Either way I'm too fast, yall in a BMX
I'm cool like LL, Yall gettin mad and P-M-S
J is off da throne so you have to see-I'm-next
On the throne and I step on all petty losers
so throw me in jail cuz, I'm an EMCEE abuiser

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not aim at anyone jus spittin random...

[D]-[D]- danger

listen

Your watered down lines can't survive my rhythmical shock/ Even mathia will comply to the way I explode shots/ While the lock and key is held in my hand I'm liftin' heads like jerri-cans filled with water/ As an underground being my stregnth kings me with honor/ Without a duplicate persona there's no guessin' in effect when the comma is used to check/ The degrees of seperation of who is worthy to represent~True Hiphop/ My prob is kids today couldn't be fresh if their text was bagged in ziplocks/ Re-cycled styles that are more played out than backward-jeans in days of KrissKross/ I spit-gloss microphones with my own soul-rhythm'd xylophone/ Hittin higher tones expressed in lyrics that show true spirit when guiding clones/ Whose future's only gets postponed and then re-aligned with my DNA/ Ego's get permenantly dented in posture like that logo for the NBA/ Many say I'm one uv the illest~yet I tend to settle for just being the "truth"/ Improvised with mental tactics that turn plenty competition into war recruits/

so bord... peace out! danger

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hybrid keep workin on it...

one question lol in ya lyrics u say ya 16... then u bustin a lexus with chromes Hmmm Laughing

d-d-dangerous

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sup! sum nu heads on ere check it

aight! fall back all that small chat's all whack dont know real rap
wont blow real tracks, aint droppin no hits, i'm bombin like da blitz,
you bitches talk ****, need to speak on what ya know, shits so weak aint got no flow, u got a range floatin on chrome? nah you just derranged up in tha dome, it can be arranged to break your bones, so make your homes n fuckin live in em, i keep givin em, fire, spitting attacks n flames, hitting back at yo whack ass claims, i been gone 5 minutes u think you run this ****? imma fuckin bun these pricks, show em who stoppin n knockin em deddin da tracks, sockin em droppin em gettin relaxed, never vexxed keep my head n break yo necks, u all in this game like headless chickens piss me off more than poloticians just breadless victims swallow or spit cum its done

shout ta hitman, proffessa, supa, quiet n erry 1 else sup gud 2 see u all still doin ya thing! Very Happy

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[quote]one question lol in ya lyrics u say ya 16... then u bustin a lexus with chromes Hmmm d-d-dangerous[/quote]

Yea... i live n K.Y the driving age is 16...

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FaTe Says=

(Pause) ILL Destroy your "WACK-AMBITIONS", With "CLASSICK-RHYTHM" while your A$$ is gettin "TAPPED-IN-PRISON"--
"RAP-PRECISION", "CAPPIN-PR!CKS" N "SNATCH-YA-WOMEN", My bars ll leave damage just like a "TRAPPED-EMISSION"--
Ill "Fight-Cats" With "Right-Hands",'n' "Might-Slam", Sounds "Quite-Loud"---
"Tight-As" a "Spiked-Strap", On a "Crime-Round" So "Sign-Out"---
//Young-Gun// wants //Bum-Fun//, with //Some-One// its //So-Wrong//---
My name aint a d!ck, keep it out ya mouth, B!tch, just //Stroll-On//---

How long did it take u 2 make dat up? a hour?
You gotta long way-2-go rookie

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i be out sellin the trees, n pushin the rock
while yo momas down on her knees, n suckin my cock
oh busta please, you dont run the block
cuz im flowin like a breeze, round the clock.
red ferrari i own the keys, the best one of the stock
cops neva rest at ease, cuz i got the town on lock.
my violence will neva seize, cuz im hard headed like rock
if u see me pop a bitch who didnt pay his fees, dont get caught in shock.
duct taped hands to ya knees, gagged with a fuckin sock.
ya beggin me please, but im makin ya eat my jock
raw like wwe's, biggest wrestlers,like bigshow plus the rock.
Yeh so wat if i have an attitude, wat u gon do
ill hang u from an altittude of 1million and 2.
yeh i can be rude, especialy to the fuckin likes of you
you'z a fuckin prude, got no idea wat id do to you
if u eva decided to intrude, ye'l dissapear of the earth like "Hybrid who?"
dont **** around im not in the mood, so dont make me act a foo.
cuz its simple dude, ill murda you, so get the **** up and shoo.
gota a mothafuckin bullz eye tattooed on ya ass now wachu gon do!?
Now im bout to snap, u aint got no game
stop sayin u gon bust a cap, cuz ya lyin is lame
y u tryna rap, u juss bring on tha shame
ur lyrics are crap, no wonder nobody knows ya name
yu betta run fast like clippity clap, cuz ul be done if i have time to aim.
you beta tip ya ball cap, i see ur embaressed, cuz u was the best till killa came.
yu lost now u beta find a map, cuz if not u gon end up drownin in my fame
and then be put down on a permanent nap, cuz to me good and evil is all the same.

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There be knives in your head
there be bullets
bang... you be dead
kiss my ass
cap em bitch

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Pardon the brevity.

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iight killa here u go..

I lyrically slain dudes, change moods, DA GREEN gon flip son
I'm sick son, tha pen runs everytime the clip dumps
I twist blunts, these sick stunts, gon crash the free sound
harrass ya peeps down, on the boards to snatch the rebounds
blast tha street clowns, I keep yall wantin' kats in
Cuz if my fingers aint fuckin than the pointin' at em
ya joints is snappin', multies provoke these styles crazy
cuz I throw up ya whole guts like dislexic small babies
Ya text gets all lazy, I come thru with a porcaline and pull ya skin
clap kats wit a back pack full of pins to spoil lya chin
man, I come through wit a crunk crew that pumps glue
have lyrics in ya face, so many "Head Lines" think you loved news
I **** dudes like kung fu, enough props on the muscle
erthing I write make dudes wanna copywrite erthing i drop on the hustle
the hardest freestyle a nd if u beg to differ/
come on the mic and spit something sicker/

chea

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