Neverending Rap Battle III

lol WOW.......the rappin Vet has come BACK to A2K...never thought it would happen, eh? well it has

LMAO get your ass back to the real site.

haha here you go crymz PS: i dont listen to canibus but now i might he sounds inttleigent an immortal technique is dope


crymz what took me a day, took you 5 to spray//
with words i make a play, it will tell you the future, but end today //
leave you looking like a shizkabob you couldnt shakespeare's //
my rhymes are well rounded you could'nt make sphere's //
they way i take ears ,take hearts//
it takes years ,to make art//
leave you a auto store, take parts//
stopping your tracks , like brake parts//
sorry bro it takes smarts//
to beat a professor//
the beat progressor//
it takes brains like a labotomy//
that's why you never thought of me//
this rhymer //
flows like he's got alzyhmer's //
are you gonna be dirty like christina aguilara//
or chamillionare //
cmon fag i dare ya//
you could'nt buy my rhymes if you were a billionare// (ie bill gates)
blowing out the back of your skull deforming wigs //
you idiot i am performing gigs //
i got this heathen talking //
like i am stephen hawkings//
he created the fastest known way to die through brain//
spray to high on the food chain//
an you will be killed,if you think thats hard to do //
you will be grilled ,throw you on the bar b que //
cooked fast like arby's do //
your acting like a hard kid dude//
leave you for the parasite's//
nothing but garbage food //
find it hard to breathe as you get hit by a pair of lights//
red n blue //
cariac arrest bringing out the dead in you //
this punk calling me emo //
your ass talks more **** then takeing exlax instead of beano//
you got the back of k- fed an the head of bencino//



yo someone rate mine an crymz battle please

check it out rate it debate it love it or hate it dont matter just rate it



Verse 1


you just 'babble'
wouldn't be able to play with words if this was 'scrabble'
the rhyme 'feen's-back'
cutting your achile's tendon's the only way youd know how to 'lean-back'
your 'no-jay-z' 'nas-or-enimem'
'flow-lazy' wearing 'bra's-your-feminen'
you 'can't-cuss' ,
wearing pump's an tube tops the only way you 'offendin-men'
with erectile disfunction you 'can't-bust'
your stuck up like 'erections'
you get killed with pieces like die 'sections'
a vocal 'military'
enemy's either get 'killed or baried'
No longer 'rational' with 'orders' ,
crossing 'international' 'borders'
,ya'll 'ballers' ,
u buy ya fashion four 'quarters' ,
1 'dollar' ,
you got and 'outfit' ,
my punch line's knock you 'out-of-it' ,
my verbal gun shot 'out-the-scripts'
'lock,an load',
'knock' outs 'split' ,
'block's',an 'fold's
,-backs,'
you get 'rocked-then-rolled ',
never 'hold-back',
brake ya jaws open wide then make you 'swallow-whole-tracks',
ur a 'hollow'soul',
-fact',
is, it 'mimic's' ya 'spinal',
that's why you couldn't beat me if you 'mimic'd' my 'vinyl'
,mimic's flaw is the 'final straw'
my 'style's raw'






Verse 2

hit you with a big axe, your head roll's like a cycle off cement
you all think your big mac's ,your microsoft to my intent
nah your just an i-pod
my rhymes make you see the light like you eye'd god
crymz was talking keystyle
be wild
as i flow freestyles
this amatuer be child,
a newbie
leave you rolled up like a marley
dubie
get smoked by a big guy driveing a harley
leaveing you reder then a rubie
bringing your soul up an down like a moody bi polar
first fly by the solar
system
verse's diein ya molars
black
that's how you know i dissed em
crack
your eardrums so you can't listen
leave where you hear from missen
if this was streetball youd be screaming and 1
if this was a streetbrawl youd be screaming hand gun
your feet fall six feet right were you stand son
mix beats with lyrics an this mans done
took your ears bich ,
left your legs paralyzed
if you could hear it you be screaming man run
but you cant hear pitch look at me an all you see is terror eyes
the bearor of demise
terrorized
like my names bin laden
i win hands down
i throw more touch downs then gamein madden
withstand ground
i set the mic stand down
hitting your grave so hard
it'd turn my hands brown


Verse 3

crymz what took me a day, took you 5 to spray//
with words i make a play, it will tell you the future, but end today //
leave you looking like a shizkabob you couldnt shakespeare's //
my rhymes are well rounded you could'nt make sphere's //
they way i take ears ,take hearts//
it takes years ,to make art//
leave you a auto store, take parts//
stopping your tracks , like brake parts//
sorry bro it takes smarts//
to beat a professor//
the beat progressor//
it takes brains like a labotomy//
that's why you never thought of me//
this rhymer //
flows like he's got alzyhmer's //
are you gonna be dirty like christina aguilara//
or chamillionare //
cmon fag i dare ya//
you could'nt buy my rhymes if you were a billionare// (ie bill gates)
blowing out the back of your skull deforming wigs //
you idiot i am performing gigs //
i got this heathen talking //
like i am stephen hawkings//
he created the fastest known way to die through brain//
spray to high on the food chain//
an you will be killed,if you think thats hard to do //
you will be grilled ,throw you on the bar b que //
cooked fast like arby's do //
your acting like a hard kid dude//
leave you for the parasite's//
nothing but garbage food //
find it hard to breathe as you get hit by a pair of lights//
red n blue //
cariac arrest bringing out the dead in you //
this punk calling me emo //
your ass talks more **** then takeing exlax instead of beano//
you got the back of k- fed an the head of bencino//



yo spittin venom an hitman j you guys rate it cause i know you guys will rate proper

^^ lol venom im gon be on both sites

Now for the rating...

Flow- i liked the flow alot on this piece...a little shaky here or there but nothing to complain about. 9.8/10

Multies- multies were nice and smooth, saw one rocky one but nothing bad...
10/10

Yep duke thas bout it lol

which one was rocky???

lock spines//
inside of chalk lines//
like mineing diamonds //
, rock mine's//
when im rhymeing //
these biches are damn wrong//
they cant spit the damn facts//
pulled out your tampon//
slap you in the face with a tampax//
i write your death like a letter with anthrax //
mixed with meth sold as coke//
transfixed, breath of this soldier smoke//
where there's smoke there's fire//
this guys pants on a telephone wire//
this guys cold has tells of ammonia//
i do brain damage like melenoma//
send you to the dark side//
ya fell in a coma//
made the docs operate//
u decided to opt ya fate//
stop ya fate//
your frame shatters like i dropped a plate//
have you hittin keys like an organ owner//
you gotta give it all like an organ donar//
fight till my arms gone an my foot's strept//
my rhymes above earths gravity like neil armstrongs foot step's//
the only reason your sick is cause you fuked pamela anderson//
tommy lee's dick and her sons//
palmela handerson//
but im gonna bring this rhyme back to its source //
fracture ya corpse//
well filling out missing persons reports //
my minds spilling out, dissing a virgen to the courts//
never been locked up//
cause when cops pat him down his cocks up//
draw your picture on my heavy bag//
times beatin the **** out you leaveing you with heavy sag//
your going down under the pressure//
here's a lesson from the professor//
you could be signed by a NFL agent an still wouldn't be pro found//
you could toss ya ball's on the ground , an still couldnt throw down//

rapped with the skill that was made of grenades//
an razorblades//
carved the truth in ya face//
ruthless with fakes//
truth is it takes//
growth in flow an mind//
your car broke down yo running behind//
your mind lacks vision//
your running blind//
talking **** like bad exlax decisions// ,
you prefer the perkiset //
cause of the perk ya get// ,
i usually search the depths//
, of the most vicious// ,
malicious//,
pernicious//
battles of your wishes an dreams //,
the raw ****//
got biches feeling erotic//
, an all the boys phycotic// ,
use kung fu//
use a gun dude//
run through//
brake ya gums dude//
your girl smoked my cock like a gun dude//
knock you out just so you can come too/
when i come through//
i come crashin//
seatbelts fashioned//
as a harness//,
, hope you have a hard vest//,
cause i know you dont gotta hard chest// ,
you dont have the heart of an artist the hardest//
thing about trying//
ise even if your try your hardest you could end up dieing//,
relying on your back take your spinal//
an tear it up on vinyl//
when i make a track ,i can go to the end of time//
an an come back with enough time//
to bend ya mind//
rough rhymes//
need to come out smooth//
, newbies come out with something to prove//
, vet's come out with something to move//
, there names found on a lable//
,im part of raps round table,//
underground rap stay ill//
we keep on moveing you stay still//
scared of wut to do// ,
your looking to go to the center of earth i already cut through dude//
enter a verse//
in reverse//
play it backward ,codes encrypted//
saying this kid packs words that explode when he rips it//
spits it//
flips it//
hit's it//
ur looking like a female with bich tits //,
or maybe more more like a shemale with clit itch//
whats my name bich rick james//
make your face twitch when i inflict pain//
punch you in the face bich im rick james//
i was gonna slap you//
intead of gunning at you with vocal ammo// ,
rocking the local camo// ,
a strong defense//
, your tactics on the fense //
, i gotta strong offense// ,
for moments of speach fights//
, i reach heights,//
you peak at on the the way to my plateau //,
spray in battles//
make heads roll like feens rolling joints , //
i seperate your rhyme scheme soul an joints //,
my names mic //
,i keep my game tight //
, by telling you wannabe's you dont aim right//
few seconds left //
you wanna lay underneath the fame light//
a few seconds deaf//
you regain sight//
as you see what im saying ''listen''//

DEAR. SANTA

all i want for christmas is one thing a challenge

*santa pops down chimny*

HeH...less have a FREESTYLE battle..no battle thing...less see who has the best drop, iight?

standing underneath the missle toe
with the bomb ,kissin missle's yo
so u know ima blow up
over the years i grow up
in cold weather an snow up
to my knees
pine tree's
and a curtain of the white stuff im free
saint nick
knows im artistic but he didnt give me paint stick
cause i cant draw
my sis got some underwear and bra's
my dad got a new handsaw
santa gave me a pen which i used till my hands raw
all about the house
there was but one mouse
and a big guy in a red suit
oh that aint his suit he's dead shoot
already did
loot that heavy kid
found a fake beard an a big bag
which he uses to make beer an he likes them porno big mags
ladies with big sag
so i rolled george bush out b4 santa came
to santa's shame
killing george was santa's aim
but i got there b4 he did
so santa' came
and said did things get heated
no i was just getting sick of the way he asexually breeded
santa reply'd with hey mic spit a rhyme
so i lit a line as the fuse
by the time it hit ya mind id exploded on the news
all across the land mic had grown
holding a hostage in his hand the microphone


[I]MERRY CHRISTMAS [/I]

Sometimes I ask,
Wat happened in my past,
Did it change to fast,
do I worry bout tastin'a-blast,
bein' placed-in-a-cast?, or comin-in-last,
Is this just the way I deal wit tha pain
Or am I just fuckin mah brain
Leavin a permanent stain
Of acid rain, nova cane,
Cant stop, cuz every pop
Fuels me like petroleum octane,
Paranoia, hittin me like de-lehoya,
Wen the cops be patrolin' the block-plains
n' stalk-lanes, on my brothers they be lockin-chains
red and blue lights flash up to trim my main, (lion's pride,)
leavin me weak, like I need a walkin-cane,
just cuz a brother talks-insane,
from the anger, I cant contain,
so they complain, just the same
durin' pacs-reign,
don't realize that figure of chalk's-in-vain-
have thugs outlined on concrete,
cuz they was on the front line runnin they feet,
n' I know one day, the same ill meet
and I pray, that yal remember the name,
"killa bee, true member of the game,"
the stallion, no one cud tame,
whole life rallyin' fame, holdin' shame,
wat I see wit these eyes be fuckin the membrane,
the hell wit havin my tail tuckin,
while im struttin, down em-lane, (M. lane, memory lane)
I'd rather chew-up n' hallucinate
this screw-up needs a boost-o'-faith
thinkin how I grew-up wit a losin'-fate
so ima lift the weight,
and set ya straight,
I cud be ya numba one mate,
Put food on ya plate,
Hook ya some **** to put ya mind in a sick-jinglin'-state
Maybe even buy you a dick-tinglin'-date, (hoes)
But u lose me wen u cruise wit ****-slingin'-hate.

does anyone feel like battling this newbie or wat. lol anybody... juss put out a diss ill see it.

im down for a battle

shaolin prowling
feet float like a owl wing
you talk **** draining out your bowl ring
fowl things
will come
from where sepository pill's run
ima have to pause this story , capture this moment still ,done,
ill run's through my veins
to my brain
i have a photographic memory
and i'll brake ya frame
i use mathematics and 6th sensory's ,
brake ya aim
take schematics , of ur chest like this was six century
combat training sword an shield
vocal chords conceal
the truth, man heal
the truth is man feel
and thats what becomes real
if you feel strong
youd be strong
like genghis khan
i could be wrong
leaven hood feens gone
heathen gangsta's strong
but when you dispute
diss shoot
over where you piss hoot
getting angry over a missed hoot
the only way you could be musical
is if you played the fist flute
doing body drops music falls
beat you in your house between music's wall's
richotte between treble an bass
pick a prey ,settle faith
pick a day , for the metal wraith
id stick clay , block of c 4 in a devils face
but you probally wanna blow up
you wont grow up
pass eternity
cause you havent past maternity
when you come out ya momma's lips
like she just suck ya dick
she's 65 ur breaking momma's hips
when you fuc ya bich
she's epileptic you fuc a twitch
she's been dead for five years ,
man you fuc'd a crypt
thats some fuc'd up ****
then how where u born ?
a newborn
you look like a hookers g strings u worn
but you off by the time things turn to porn
the truth shed its layers
shed some light
on the book we read its prayers
said some right
some meant to be
some caged meant to free
some remembered for a century
some stronger mentally
some mental free
some mental see
run dental free
like tieing a tooth an running the rope tight
gun slinging rope fight
lassou
into the light i cast you
into the fight fast dude
into fright never seen the light so he has to
what do you think
who asked you
looking like a crash test dummy
smashed ya chest dummy
flat like gumby
laying my cards flat rummi
game over
came over
flowing on the airwaves
like im a flying plane over
air graves
you get ya fix
thrown at 20'000 feet your breath affix
flowing death like the river styx
your read my rhymes, what you a cop from resovoir dogs
your dead by the time you drop in the resovoir dog

Re: Neverending Rap Battle III





hold up dog you aint better than ****, you better just quit for you get hit with a brick or a veteran fist, you lookin a little shook at how my words got you took, like my mind was on edge cause my rhymes aint farfetched, to far stretched at the end of a bar bet, if it was up to me you little bitches wouldnt be breathin at allyet.

takin over
ayo i got the whole fuckin world inthe palm of my hand,
and when its gone and im dead i wont be to fer from a legend,
arts of the devil like stars that seem to fall from the heavens,
its armagedon, im bomin heavy, calm and steady,
mashetys as long as levys, as in the armors ready,
to set this bitch off like its a fuckin bomb you gettin!

Ok its finally time to see the BEST rapper here [next to proff ] to spit some Shiiit!!

The affects of gangster rap sometimes they see to please us
Criminals are beggin' to god but don't even belive in jesus
Interlectualls gone crazy stab their own brother wid' a knife
kids saying "Yo mom" when they never seen his mother in they life
The Fact's they loosin' Will catch up to them and pack a bruisin'
Your looking at me with blank eyes like really Thats confusin'
World as my playground, Mess up and get slayed now
If it's a fuckin stick up then why am i told to stay down?
see it's these tiny things life that no one cares to answer
I'm just the guy that states 'em, see i made a dare wid' cancer
And lost big, it took a cost, kid now im Ill wid impossible quiestions
Now im sittin' on shiit Trying to wait patiently while da' hospital's testin'
And thas another thing! Why tell me its alright when its clearly not
plus if i get gunned down tommorow at least let my fear be shot
Tha Tears will Not fall, they instead drop but freeze in place
You confused yet? of course you are idiot i see ya face
All these years i still haven't lost my rage
matter of fact, just got into my hostile phase
influening children with every step i'm takin'
wonderin' deep down what kinda' rep i'm makin'
none of us really immortal, we all livin' to die
You wanna' say somethin' but can't look the kid in the eyes
It's the written disguise; you guessed it, bet it's rap
****'s wack, write about bitches then just spit that
Ya'll ain't G's! be real here, you can't get paper? good!
ya'll ain't runnin' no blocks, only laps around the neighborhood
I'm not in college but got an ITD, an Iller Than Cancer degree
You wanna' talk about makin' words into muzik you Answer to me
people don't open their eyes and see this ****, it shatters their mind
It ain't about big cars or women, all that really matters is rhymez
I don't care how many hoes ya have or how much money ya got
Just chuz' you on the internet you think thas funny? it's not!
See da, chrome-den-a-shot..I wanna be alone-at-da-top
I grow-N-a-knot, mind is tangled, starts slow-then-it-stops
I still-fight kill-lights I prefer dark, This **** is real-life
Jay Still-might just put a ski mask and Steal-mics
Introductions? my knife-met ya skin, I get my life-wrecked
Now switch'em my life-met as a phyco after ma knife-wrecked
I aint crazy,Crazy-iz-me it's all way too Hazy-2-see
It's all too Hazy-2-me Hell Im just a crazy-emcee
Only when i party-when-its-crunk Ayo im Sorry-dat-yo-drunk
Cuz ya won't relize when i put ya body-in-da-Trunk
Got more talent than ya and ya mad-don't-doubt-it
Cuz ill get more money than U den brag-about-it!

battle me
ayo, i konw where im from is kinda slow and still,
but to hope and feel my brain tells me to go and kill,
i smoke the real and dont look back on the choked and grilled,
broke the seal to show im here flows always as cold as steel,
if you thinkin its whack, na man this spit **** is simple,
i deliver the compitition with a busted pen tip in they temple,
and its always right off the dome, honened in and chalked in chrome,
beats circulatin like somthin off of the smarty marvin show,
im the best where im at so there best beware to rappers,
ill never collapse and say some **** that never happened,
my levels blasten past the half ass **** you callin trashy,
im a bomb thats askin to be placed in your laundry basket,
keep on just laughin bitch im like king kong on an acid trip,
seein half a bitch runnin around sayin shes proud to be scratched and sniffed,
and i feel what you sayin about lettin your fear be shot,
cause my fear gets hot and cant find a cold place to chill and hide,
either you real or not, no question on if you kill or not,
ive a complete bitch kill a cop for gettin his whole fuckin buildin robbed,
i aint rappin im rhymin and talkin at the same time as
these minds look for the same **** they know they caint find,
but its in plain sight iether you dumb or you strait blind,
cause if i aint white you just got stuck and fucked at the same time!

about me
ayo my name is kip and im from spring texas, im 16. im white. you want to battle you know where im at.

kipo DOG why u like say u white... race dont matter down on turf anymore... but yh kill it ill hit out sum clips...