Neverending Rap Battle III

HITMAN u carnt say u the best on here apart from proff... we dont even knw if proff the best.. u could be... get me... i cud be or some next manz that aint spat in ages come an an cud be...

get me nuff respect tho... an liked ya drop was ill... some hot barz leekin out there blood.. peace out.. nuff respect proff aswell.. droppin so many barz the guy dotn stop lol... to much **** runnin through ya cranium ya crnt record it all blood? lol safe safe.

i lookin for a battle... one round... as many bars as want....tho cuz i not on much... an then a nominated judge or every 1 judge.... anyone wanna go...

peace out -1-

i'll battle u

i'll battle you manoozy



noone recognizes "manoozy"
got your friends and family saying "man-who's-he"
"man-use-thee" "subject-of-predicate"
in written warfare u got a "subject-i-edit-it"
leave you unable to repair in battles,shooting ur" medics-tits"
your "pathedic-bich"
"not-even-worth-my-time"
i got a "blood-thirst-in-mind"
your "not-even-worth-a -dime"
rot ya "blood-first-then-spine"
when im selling knock out's your "first-in-line"
im no roy "jones or de-lehoya"
im the"microphone destroyer"
mic is"known to deploy-a"
full array of"weapons-an-ammunition"
im like a"blackhole"you"step-in-than-u-missen "
your dirtier then the"crackbowl"where the devils"steppin-an-pissin"
im like a battlefield if you"step-in-than-listen"
at what might"come-at-ya"
"combat-ya"
"come-back-ta-earth"
as"zeus's-hand"come-crack-the-earth"
"truth-man", is" landmines"compact burst"
you lost"two hands"and-spine"the doctors carry like a "purse"
"every-time you write-a-verse"
"every-rhyme i do got crowds hold up the fire till lighters-burst"
i was a"streetfighter-first",
"speach-writer second ,third"
i was a"speach-fighter",
verse's like spider's eating"sections-of-birds"
my"selection-of-words"
is moving opposite the"direction-of-earth"
cutting time like makeing a sundial"out-of-wood"
cutting rhymes that will take you"out-ya-hood"
its not that i"doubt-ya-hood"
its cause i"doubt-ya-good"
man i"know-it"
this guys no "poet"
"vocal-swords"cut-em-down"
"vocal-chords"pull out the plug"shut-em-down"
why you"so-slow"
cause i put a slug in"yo-soul"
you get smoked like putting drug in"yo-bowl"


yo rate it

Im not worth ya time u aint herd me rhyme~or kick flows so here I gooo!!!

Fear of MANOOZY~ cuz fake MC-eez like professor are slaughtered and STUMPED/
Left to rot on PURPOSE~so his funeral SERVICE~is a matter of getting shoveled then DUMPED/
Quickly exposin' lips which are BUMPED~well out of PROPORTION/
Stopping your right to LIFE~like teenage DIMES~@ clinics 4 ABORTION/
you a wannabe MC tryin to "shine"~but need more polish to handle this SOULJAH/
Don't make me proove that your blood is red~while your head~no longer rest on your SHOULDERS/
I'm hittin' all challengers with lyrics of BOLDERS/
On your chest is where it'll be LANDING/
Fuhk golf clubs~I'm swingin' with "Pillars"~until your "skeletal structures" no longer STANDING/
On your forehead I've commenced the BRANDING/
"MANOOZY wuz here and CONQUERED"/
Leave u 6ft deep~while u're still ALIVE~Lets see if u SURVIVE against the MONSTER/
proff I show no slight element of "fear"~So u winning me is not a "FACTOR"/ I'm the reason WHY~your FUNERAL RITES~r being discussed RIGHT now with ur PASTOR/
all u wannabe thugs r just ACTORS~ya foolish ways, I suggest u mind the words u SAY/
Don't end up caught without your "CLAPPER"~Cuz towards your dome peice is where I'll AIM straight for professor the guy/dame~hard to decide cuz he was dress as a women~ then a guy the next DAY/
Ur "amateur" WAYS~ are as plain as WHITE/
U'll need to grow up to face this PRO/
I'll have clenched FIST~bumrum-rush ur RIBS~ as IF~the end of afro- PICKS~were being tossed&STONED~u choose the option to battle~ u took the wrong ROAD/

peace out -1-

will somone rate the battle between me an professor please.. safe

yo that battle was ill... u 2 gotta be the best on here... ill text there.
ill drop my judge tho.

punches= proff cuz u brought so many out
word play= manoozy
multies= N/A
enjoyment= both
flow= both

SORRY IT HORRIBLE BUT I CRNT CHOOSE. DRAW!!!!

favourite barz

manoozy = Left to rot on PURPOSE~so his funeral SERVICE~is a matter of getting shoveled then DUMPED/

that was ill rite there lol

manoozy=Stopping your right to LIFE~like teenage DIMES~@ clinics 4 ABORTION

comical cuz it true lol.

professor=your dirtier then the"crackbowl"where the devils"steppin-an-pissin

ill punch rite there

professor=every-time you write-a-verse" "every-rhyme i do got crowds hold up the fire till lighters-burst


u knw its tight



SORRY GUYS I TRIED TO BUT CARNT PART YA BOTH...
both sick emcees... check ya later BLAZERRR

ayo, I hang maf*ckas like Iraq did "Hussein"
and leave they neck popped like tha cork on "champagne"
man i'm off tha "frame" with "cocaine" in my "veins"
so "insane" I make Arab niggaz scared of ridin in "planes"
cuz I might just hijack the "flight" at 50,000 in "height"
crash it into a building and kill every mothaf*cka in "sight"
or better yet, grab the stewardess and slice her throat with a "razor"
and have her gaspin for air with blood gushin on her "blazer"
grab her by the hair, open the door and "toss her"
news crew watchin in horror screamin OH MY GOD! WE "LOST HER"
that sh*t was a blast, I grab my nuts and just "laugh"
flip the middle finger and tell um all kiss my "ass"
you think I really wanna be like "this"?
crazy and high as "****" not givin a "piss"?
standin on the ledge starin down in the firey "abyss"
contemplatin jumpin to see if Satan "exists"
should I just lift my spirts, make peace with the "Lord"?
do good deeds and get blessed with "rewards"
like a new "Ford" instead of a broke down "Accord"
man I gotta do somethin, i'm tired of bein "ignored"
I just hope what i'm missin can soon be "restored"

*i'm high as **** right now.. haha.. just a little somethin I spit*

How Come Multies were'nt important ????

If it comes down to a tie then just check the technicals cause homie i murdered him in multie's

damn yo, what happened to everybody on here? ain't nobody spit **** in days..

was good ya'll just feel like droppin some barz,was good for ya'll that dont know me i'm a veteran on this site,ask prof about me

lemme get this **** crackin and i aint talkin bout knuckles/hip hop has changed it went from du rags and flags to flashy jewels and belt buckles/gotta keep this **** in the hood where it really belongs/cuz this **** started in ny and for anybody to say that it didnt is just wrong/yeah i come through hard blazin every time/always stay in my prime when i drop my rhymes that are sublime/you gotta get on your grind and push through the dirt and the grime/i'm sick of all these rappers that gotta bitch and whine/what happened to hustlin on the block so that you shine/or runnin up on people and then pullin out the nine/i dont know bout ya'll but i stay smokin them trees and i aint talkin bout pine/lookin for a new battle cuz i need to be involved/any little bitch cliques that talk **** is gonna get disolved/i got resolve to make my rhymes evolve so they aint the same everytime around like runnin through a door that revolves/and if you dont like the way i type and it's too confusing/whatever **** you then say **** and get ready to recieve a verbal abusing/left the rap game for a while and started musing/ask about me here people will tell you whats up/tell them you gon step to me they'll say what are you nuts punk/the mic in my hand is like a gun cocked and loaded/i point it at a rapper then watch as their career is exploded/cuz most rappers cant stay hot then wonder why their future imploded/but dont get it twisted i aint sayin i'm the best and i run this whole site/i'm sayin if you wanna fight step up and i'll blast your ass wit all my might/turn your eyesight from bright to the dead of night/punches are like jabs hooks haymakers and uppercuts/say **** you gonna kiss some bullets so pucker up/i'm here to light any sucker here up/look back at my past raps to get a view of my lyrical ability/still dont believe the hype step to me i'll shoot up everyone in your vacinity/you cant get rid of me or my rappin facility/so just face these facts with humility/this is only a freestyle in a battle i'll switch up the flow/lay back blow some dro and bump the eminem show/then come through layin people out and have em dive to the flo/i'm bound to make it big cuz heres the thing/i got more "singles" in me than a strippers g-string

I'm your bane, and insane John Wayne, sent to open your vein
But your brain can't sustain the pain so you stain the gain with cocaine
So I reign, got you on my chain, sippin my champagne in the fast lane
The arcane is my domain, from ukraine to spain the dudes complain
When I go from elaine to jane then take the train, like cain I'm able to maintain my reign 'cause you're all slain.

yo
im da truth let it be heard ya gurl forreal
cant bend me cant bind me iiiima peice of steel
i spit ryhmz lyk ninez n kill
den i turn a roun n play jesus n start ta heal
ima turn dis post into a battle feild
cant kno chiq up hurr c me
n yal dudez cant eitha i'll have ya tryna be wit me
c im stronga den listerine
im sweeter den sweet tea
u can swim n da ocean but u cant c me
u can be wat u want but u cant be me
u luk if u wont but me u'll neva seek
u da proffesor naw im hurr to teach
call me preacha im hurr to preach
got da game lockd no key
i am wat u call da best female rapper to be
stuck to my music lyk a leach
call me doctor scholz i'll hav u all on ur feet

dj quik kid i likin ya style bruva...

proff u murdered me i wasnt even tryin... if ya want the win ya can have it... i got rockafella on me back so a lose on this site dont mean **** to me... manoozy...

check it ~
Got lyric wells of wealth~that leave heads boppin
Like Bobble head sales, yes he's still all about bizness
Precise divisions on scales, Manoozy still outweighs oppo-sition
Bout time they listen
And witness the truth in wisdom
Must prevail
Well I can't leave without the mention,
Of why the messenger sent him~
To deliver like tons of goods
How could he just leave the booth~so physically dent-ed
With solid flows
True the boy Oozy is no play~while ya'll role play
Quick drop them plastic~guns
You see the squad is equipped-with them fantas-tic ones
Fully loaded with the touch-screen aparatus
Synchronized ready! in one-touch fashion
Rudely Laughin'~call Manoozy the "bad guy"
"Yeah, I pulled you over, for not strappin on~your apparatus!?"
Get my Tony Montana on~ and "powder" out you rashes
Finally the antidote for the masses to hear
Before that bullsh!t gets contagious
Radio wave legnths get~deposit-ed in ears
Oh Lord, please save my baby!
Yet he's long gone~too late to grasp him
Outside around the block they really blastin'
There he go, half-man prancin'~became a mark
Now he's doin a hand stand appearance~in chalk


just dropin barz init

yo check this one all tell me what you think

come to prof's class to raise-ur-grade
you get cut fast due to razorblades
attached to my spinal
cortex
emcee's get scratched like vinyl
your-next
to fall into position
the final inquistion is for me to tell you the definition
of where rap-started
50cent raps-retarded
tupac rapped with heart-kid
wu tang rapped-smart-kid
sage francis raps- art-kid
well death rows-raps-parted
necro's death flow-rap started with ill-bill
decade later there was a movie named kill-bill
phycolgical still-ill
the ink in my hand will-spill
if i pull back-the-lever
full bodied rhymes attrac- the-clever
matter a fact-ya-never
get on the track you lack-effort
deaf-hurt
for not knowin what im saying
death-hurts
when you know im not playing
rhyme-spraying
time-betraying-yo-efforts
time-decaying-yo-best-shirt
like your birthday-suit-in the compost
on your birthday-shootin bullets that come-close
to the soil
in your pants thats turned to oil
fossilized-fuel
fossilize-fools
fossil-eyes-a-look-of-age
hostile-eyes-a-look-of-rage
you could be a major league catcher
and still wouldnt be able to-catch-ya-breath
this is the major leagues, throw your ass on a stretcher
to-catch-ya-death
im a machine like the-hip-hop-industry
im the hip-hop-in-the-streets
im the led dropped-in-the-heats
im the guy behind the pencil makeing sure there's no stoppin-the-beats
broke the off-switch
leave you cracked like a white egg
broke in to the oval office
ignite mags
makeing the national inguirer's front page
first-to-spit-a-verse
with seconds-of-time
first-to-spit-adverse
been through the chin checking-of-rhyme
first-to-spit-a-burst
intersecting rhymes with the mind alligned with the spine to defy the architect an design art effect mans sublime submachines go deep like submarines in your blow hole whale marine biology got a marines ideology you think your hard feen you get canned like sardines or kippers
the only way you flow is diarhia from flipper your body decomposed an hidein in the bowels of poseidon
pause-the-flow
fast foward the-point
rewind my jaws-ta-go
press play for everything i say to annoint
not to disappoint
the only-move left put me right-in-middle
if i only-move my breath im writing-riddles


thanks for reading it

Re: Neverending Rap Battle III
yo whats good, listen to me ya'll should, cause beat all of ya i could. yeah im the best an i can spit fire, while the rest of ya niggas should keep your day job, changin some tires. ya'll cant spit flow as good as me and my boys, so go back to your room and play with some more toys, you a little kid you aint no man, if i were to fight you i'd be like jackie chan. you cant rap, yeah you sound like crap, while me on the other hand is doin big things, cause i already own 3 diamond pinky rings. yeah gots bout thirty stack, yeah the names t-money you betta watch yo back. you'll should be embarrassed cause this **** is comin from a white guy. while the rest of you sound like one of them pop groups singin bye, bye ,bye. speakin of bye now im done. ya'll probably wanna kill yourself now so heres my gun. PEACE.

yo
cumn n dis post bouta take it out
dis fo dem pussy ass niggahz dat be runin dey mouth
ya hearin me out
felllin me out
im da truth let it be heard daz witout a doubt
we aint n preskool im don wit clownz
aint no body make me i been found
take a my linez n aim it atcha heart
be lyk my rugga shoot n tear ya face apart
i got mah shellz on lock lyk im closin down a miller mart
i aint a rapper dis iz wat u call art
i make it sic
turn da beats n make mah flo quic
ya gurl da shyt
got niggahz pistol whip
im deep n dis bitch
dare nigggah act stupid n play tell snitch
if u tryna battle gone holla right quick...

You spit and spawn this f**d up rap
And most of you can't write worth crap
Get to dissin', your brains missin', I've no respect
You're pissin' to the wind with your dick erect
This here's neglect of intellect
You people are just suspect
You should go suck on your mother's tit
If I wasn't already playing with it
You want to call this a rap battle
It's not, it's just a poetic death rattle
So all of you are just wasting breath
If I was as bad as you I'd welcome death
But dying's too good for chums like you
Spitting sh!t I see right through
Most of you need to get back to school
But you're all content with playing the fool
But that's ok, I'm laughing at you
Why don't find something better to do

sometimes its write some time its wrong
some times i fight when i run rhymes spit songs
or just think with a fraction of the mind
thinkings the attraction of the mind
thinking is linking action of the minds
fluids sinking actin like im blind an lost my senses
beat ya senseless
try and perform speach left sentenceless
got a deformed reach on my breath if you sent ya best
i'll send ups with a letter saying you better prevent ya death
purolator walks up a second later a package i sent a vest
like a judge on the supreme court i leave ya sent ta death
skill of assasin
killers clashin
come run through with a killers fashion
with a iller passion
for survival
then my rival
life can be vile
life can grow to be raged in a violent style
flow can be caged in a silent style
but due to growth and age my vent style
set up a defense style
pick up the pen style
when things the bible depict erupt
my style written on stone with moses's picture up
hands down scriptures up
i can feel your torn cause i ripped ya up
hands steel made of metal
hands feel blade of metal
a raw steel grade of metal
resting in your palms
depressing feeling the pain of your moms
crushing feeling the rain when your gone
feel the strain of the strong
feel the flames of the wrong
feel the same as my moms
in a place hard to survive
face the facts its ur drive
have faith in the axe u will thrive
when the wraith attacks
dont face the back
eye to eye
either you survive or deaths multiply
on the chart of the reaper
these statistics would blow the heart of the reader
cutting artiry's this guys a bleeder
flowing out the art fo free open up the theatre
no race for a trophy , the names prof , is he
no that does not stand for prophecy
im not getting off the record so lets go off the beat
when im off the street
knock you off ya feet
you need to get backup
pull ur head towards my knee u'll get smacked up

I'm the king of these fake ass rappers even though i'm white,
some these niggas hatin, sayin that they're ready to fight.
yeah none of you'll can compare to me,
come on nigga you now i'm real OG.
i spit fire so fast an so quick,
yeah i'm real slick,
an i got all of your bitches suckin my dick.
yeah they all call me t-money,yeah the new TUPAC,
you'll fuckin with me then i'm pullin out the glock.
yeah pullin out the gat,
then it's bbbrrraaatttt, on you nigga
dont test me homie cause i will pull the trigga,
after to listen to me you wont find nobody bigga.
yeah homie im reppin the CHI,
you'll look like one of those pop stars singin bye bye bye.
see you shouldn't be hatin,
but instead celebratin.
cause i'm here to stay,
if your hatin then you must be gay,
for now thats all i got to stay.

yo white tupac i'll battle u i'll start

yo this kid uses nigga alot for somebody thats white/and try as he might he knows his plight/which is the straight up fact that you cant and wont win in this fight/im ready to go to war got my glocks and my techs/i make this crowd bounce and i aint talkin bout what happens when your broke ass writes checks/reppin chicago o wow you got a big ass building by sears/it aint just the cold wind there thats gonna be givin you tears/im your worst fuckin nightmare a combination of you fears/writing in blue what you some kinda smurf/son your "rappin" is about as real as artificial turf/my raps will detain you and people will look in disdain to/the stupid ass white boy who jumped in the rap game before his brain grew/i aint gonna hate cuz your white hell you might be the next em/but theres only one thing that seperates you from them/they straight up gangstas and you just a fem/the mic in my hand is a weapon like a fully loaded pistol/i'm gon kick your white ass from here to Bristol/must be gay for hatin haha kid you funny/spittin like b rabbit when you only a bunny/so put down your cap gun that you call a glock/cuz i got the block on lock/and soon you gonna be hanging like flavor flavs clock/the people that judge this aint gonna be biased and on my dick/they just gonna see whos the true mcee and whos just a prick/wanna talk about guns talk to my dual tech nines/after they crack your spine you gonna be far from fine/you just hatched already yappin off at the mouth/i got doubts you good all i know is you dirtier than the south/step to me and see if you gon win/fuckin pussy you sippin on juice i'm sippin on gin/so whats good get ready to tussle/dont make me pull my guns out and i aint talkin bout muscles

you gon run your mouth back that **** up your spit

NEW, hehe
Sorry but, most of you rappers are dope, this guy needs to sod off

White tupac, your disgracing a name of a great
Change that **** soon, cause you suck for f*ck sake
You define whack in every aspect, show tupac some respect and learn some intellect you f*ckin reject, your rhymes possess the power of a microscopic insect, Knowin your half there, you're definatley incest.
Just please f*ck off and let the real emcee's manifest
I'll stomp through your chest, and reach the devils nest ill tragically crush through your bone cavity, and cause massive blasphemy when i onslaught and batter-thee,you'll probly charge me for assault n battery
you only bother some-of-us, you ain't better then none-of-us, lyrically your in heaven, saying there is a ton-of-us

No im not the best but i let the facts guide
I bet your one of them little fags off 'international pimp-my-ride'

Word up, professor use dope, manoozy how come i ain't heard of you if u signed with rockafella, no drama, might be under a diff name