Neverending Rap Battle III

i know its a lil random but please veterans novice an amateurs alike please read and give me some feed back rate it like a battle if you like thanks

faceing opposistion
erase my opposites leave em missing
on the milk box heathens missing
your breathein the deceit myth brings
put things in gear
, shift more then tectonic plates
when i put things in ears
i lift more then octaves i flow sonic escalate
speeds in the night
my tounge rolls like escalades
attached to a nuclear engine to exceed the speed of light
useing your chest ta test my blade
breath compress your best is played
like a compact disc
crush your hand of war
with a compact fist
a hand of force
can fall through discourse
you hear alot of **** from the man
but whats his source
whats his plans
for the nation
is it desolation
feeling frusteration
from ya hesitation
dont see a destination
destined to find my location
devistation
is an infestation
and the best explanation
to describe this information

is listen just listen

open ur ears
hopeing ur fears
dont opens the floodgates of tears
love hate an the years
that add blood to the slate
which resonate reflections like mirrors
in the end the weight
controls your direction in the ocean you disappear
emotion crashin tidal waves
the kind you have to fight all day
just to make sure your vitals saved
in mid surgery
testifying against a don then commiting purgery
in the end your words werent what murdered me
you stole my heart commited burglary
a felony
is that what ur telling me
with grace an melody
move towards inaccurate actions
withdrawls, my attractions
haul to a stop
povault to a drop
going through the highs an lows
ur artery's clot
affixtion in your eyes and a certain art of thee
blood flow
comeing out ur knows
when i come out to shows
i run out the truth, exposed
truth is out it go
forth into the walls of pain
the halls your brain
the rage inflamed
like your nostril after you railed a game
structures a frail frame
weak bases
i didnt know we were on speak bases
breathe , breach the speach bases
ima have to teach raceist
and faithist's
turn around and face this
you all ways turn your back on the truth
your rotten like the plaque on ya tooth
im dropping tracks in the booth
face the facts
if not then face the axe
double sided
like a ying yang
i was baptized in a think tank
your thoughts are like pen with no ink an a blank pice of paper
at peace with nature
as soon as the gods have the stage lit
i run into the matrix
with addidas made kicks
at birth the fetus are made sick to ill people
by the the scaple blade prick of the poison which fill needles

yo glory... yeah signed with them for just over 4 months.
but i not from state ya see i live in U.K. so like iv been out there to do few tracks. it ill how long u been signed up blood... me name faB reynolds but come under manoozy in game... holla back safe -1- peace out....

Has any of y'all heard of an emcee named Iron solomon?

White tupac gave up,Cause I called him incest
We stopped him quicker then a random breath test
Ambushing fake f*ckers, and celebrating real emcees
If i ever seen him, id hold him down and make him ingest poisonous batteries
Claiming he was great, but facts showed, he's whack
Little fag said nigger more times, then some one that actually IS black
See i rhyme with facts, to put these kids on their backs
If you checked out his arms they'd be filled with train-tracks

Thinking your ill, well your drunker then yucko the clown,
I'll chop you in the throat, which makes a choke n gargle-sound
While your struggling for breath, I'll contaminate your wounds with crystal meth
Who ever said you were nice, is wrong, get some better advice
Cause white tupac, I'm about to make you the rap sacrifice
Your rap style is like butthead and beeves, I'll do far worse things to you, then what the romans did to jesus.

Meh^

I'll articulate-the-symphony, and Obliviate-your-Infantry
1 click of a button, will disintegrate you instantly
Rhyming with me, leaves you with more face spasms then ecstacy
My train of thought is iller then anything you'd ever snort
With an imagination moving at 3hundred frames persecond
Using the mind as a weapon, i'll go hard at you like erections
Ain't no misconceptions, im using this as progression, So failure can be corrected and then sent in the right direction, ppl dont know how to live, when you are your only protection

Yo hybrids back and im takin the title home
hitman j giv it up cuz im comin n takin ya throne
comin from the boro leavin ya in a puddle of poems
hybrids back comin through breakin serious bones


yo yo yo
these bells ringin in my head this newports got me down
high as a mutha fucka c the smoke up in the air
got that 9 milly
mobs wit me
and ya know the dilly
if ya aint gona feel me
comin through sprayin niggas n it aint pretty
hitman j watch that back
hybrids got that all black
tech-9 with the vest homie can ya feel that
sittin hear passin bricks
glory gonna get some hit
15 mins afta im off the phone ya ass is n a ditch
mexico ridin low
bloods hangin ridi low
throw u n the fuckin trunk n dump u n the Ohio
godfatha big money lil holda masta crip
we all roll 2 getha but we all ridin seperate whips
everybody gots cheese
everybody god a chain
everybody gettin high rims spinnin all the way
comin back on able 2 know punkin hitman j

ayo, you might be tha Hybrid
but you can't do it like I did
6 shots to ya knot bitch, i'm closin ya eyelids
rollin up in this bitch, tryna diss hitman
it's obvious you jealous cuz your rhymes ain't **** man
and when it hits tha fan, your gonna realize
you's just a boy son, you can't battle with tha real guys
cuz i'll punk ya then punch ya, get blood on ya clothes
how you goin shoot? you ain't sprayed **** but a water hose
i'm all in ya face nigga, I got you on your toes
hopin and prayin to God it don't come to blows
cuz when it comes to blows, i'll lay you out like Tyson
start slicin and dicin and show you I ain't nice son
and when your layin there dyin with a cut up artery
you'll see there's a dark part of me you shoulda never started G
i'm done..

ayo
hu in the hell is this fake as nigga j hine
u keep talkin **** an ima spray nines
no1 wants 2 here ya gay ass ryhmes
thinkin u can step ta hybrid
plz plz kid stop lien
u aint gonna punch or punk me
niiga ya betta be glad u aint in kentucky
cuz us south boys ell show u how ta buck G
u wont get -lucky- when i throw these knuckies
n2 ur face
bitch dont play
cuz ull get sprayed
and no not by a water hose
itlll be my A-K ill show u how i roll
always runnin 50 deep always packin heat
waitin for a fake ass nigga ta step ta me
ill make him see
make him bleed
u just became an enemy
rest in peace
cuz u made the black list
plz son dont make me crack fist
like a step fatha i smack kids
a 1st aid kit is wut u shouldve packed bitc*
im tired of this
all these fake ass niggas like j hine
i was freestlylin when u was 8 or 9
so go back ta ya life n stay out mine

Yes ive heard of em why ???

ayo, what's this **** about you usin your "knuckies"?
is that some gay slang term for you wanna f*ck me?
you's prolly some lil wannabe on farm in kentucky
beggin your sister to come in your room so you can get lucky
I don't care if you hate me nigga, I love a grudge
but you know you ain't packin heat, you packin fudge
you's all up in tha gay club, gettin rubbed
while i'm out runnin these streets man, just ask tha judge
I pack a snub.. underneath my Ecko
and when I let go, all that's heard is an echo
and then they find your body deformed like art deco
but they won't find me, I disappear like a gecko
into the night, ayo i'm feelin aight
knownin that your goin to hell losin this fight
..and I ain't gotta spit 30 lines to prove that I can beat you
I could be deaf and blind and still prolly defeat you
i'll delete you.. like a pedofiles computer
nightmare, freddy krueger when I bust you with tha ruger
..and leave you stinkin worse than your mom's hairy cooter
-it's over-

Just wondering, cause hes a dope freestyle battler"iron solomon"

Hyrbid you said my name for what?

You must want me to diss-you, but kid the **** i spit will send you runnin for a tissue, Your tamed ass is miss-used. After you lose and f*ck off, no body gonna miss-you

You got nothing, your rhymes are shittier then butt f*cking..
Keep your dayjob, which is cock sucking, in the rap game you're the ugly duckling

I'll make you moan and pout, more then when you had a dick in your mouth, what the **** are you rhyming about?

I'll make you choke, like when your boyfriends dick is down your throat
thinking ur a gangster, when your probly a f*ckin hacker. Read n cry worse then when your mummy smacks-ya, My lyrics just personally attack-ya. i'll crack you more times then a chiropractor, get the Hell off the site, you wannabe gangster actor

You're lower then heroin addicts, with 1 thousand more habits, your about as useful as rabies infected rabbits, or aids invested maggots you space intercepted fagget

Don't think your hurting things, cause the only time you see beef, is when you go to burger king..currently murdering hybrid, I won you already and i Don't need a pshychic

You're broke as f*ck cant even pay your pitch-rates
Only ditch you know, is when you ditch-mates
You're from kentucky, well b*tch ill make you switch-states
I'll carve my name on your mums ass, with my switch-blade
You freestyled when J hine was 8, we Don't give a f*ck
Repping you been in the game that long, and u still f*cking suck
Trying to pick-on-me, Damage will conflict-on-thee Cause kid you aint got ****-on-me your whack and your rhymes are expired
Now go n blow a goat, cause glory is something you admire
Your so f*cking whack, We want you to retire
Leave hip-hop alone, cause your dissin it by Spittin whack writtens
After you read this, From a2k you'll be missing
The same place where you piss-in
I'll make you drink the same water you ****-in
And no i wont shoot ya, just lyrically bazook-ya
and Beat you F*ckin senseless, like a adolesent intruder
If you wanna become a dope emcee.. Ask professor for a Tutor

Hybrid's prolly pissed cuz he just got dissed
and smacked like a bitch by 2 dope lyricists
he's like a cancer cyst that won't cease to exist
i'm ballin up my hands and beatin him with a clinched fist
and what i've failed to include in our lil fued
is when i'm in a bad mood, i'll crush you like a can dude
you really want beef with J-Hine and Glory?
we'll make this boy meet the world like his first name was Corey
leave him like a horror flick, slaughtered and gory
his missin person pic will be tha front page story
like I give a f*ck is you was rappin when I was 8
your whack with an empty plate, I can tell that you ain't ate
comin at tha realist son, you just signed your own fate
leave the rappin to us and go bump some George Straight
man, your just another white kid who wants to be black
you couldn't get saved by a bell in this battle is your name was Zack
cuz i'll always snap back with a lyrical attack
in this war your like a board game, you don't know jack
I know your gonna snap back with some weak ass replies
somethin like "i'm high with an AK and I roll with 50 guys"
save it nigga, cuz we ain't believin your lies
we all know your white, lonely and have a love for guys
you love it when they shoot big wads all in your eyes
get excited like a child when grown men droppin they fly's
cuz you's homosex dick licker, sippin on cheap liquor
got nuts stuck in your mouth like a 25 cent sticker
this rhyme right here, be tha last one i'm spittin
cuz lyrically, I just beat you into submission
so stop squattin while pissin and tell us that your quittin..bitch!

DA REVOLUTION NUKKAS
hitman J, youz a bitch sonnn you suck madd cock when it comes to this ****.

yo you call yourself hitman J
one thing that i hafta sayy
that name is mad fuckin gay
idc what you say that name is a dead giveaway
ill take you and your homosexual ass anydayyy
i reside in projects aka brick city
u rich ass nigga youz one sorry bitch i pity
you can come back and try to be all witty
but all that comes out of your mouth is bullshitty.

you got schooled by a white boy... ANY OTHER TAKERS ILL TAKE ALL YOU NIGGAS

ayo tyson.. i'll battle you son.. spit somethin!

Evidently my bars stun you
catch you quite by suprise
like the angel of death descending
invoking your demise
begin to realise that your no match for me
i'll construct a virus to destroy you genetically
psychologically steppin up
dont try to interrupt
LOOK! my angers like a volcano waiting to erupt
distrupt the peace if i have to
spit slow to relax you
then changing your percpective with conflict to what youve learnt
leaving you internally burnt
my lyrics choke you from inside
rush up to your brain creating thoughts of suicide
devise ryhmes just like a poet
some people still dont know it
expressing my thoughts through rap so i can show it
dont blow it when you come to diss
got the drop fool better not miss
cant resist this evil temptation
from the dawn of our creation to the pitholes of our past
i might smoke weed but i still got class
quick to blast when your condesending
my conscious state is what i'll be bending
tend to laugh when i blaze my joint
but i make my point with a flash of insight
you come to fight and your looking all serious
heard about the boo and so you had to experience
start getin delirious with sidistic styles
and on top of that im turning smirks into smiles
with this obscene personality that i posses
im obsest when i put my pencil to the test
no time to rest coz you know im on a mission
step by step i'll describe to you my vision
and now you start to listen.......



WASSUP PEEPZ , THIS ISNT A DISS , ITS JUST A RAP I CAME UP WITH AND I WANTED SOMEONES OPPINION.
SO IF USE CAN TELL ME WHAT YOU ALL THINK PLEASE

PEACE OUT Bozzy Boo

I liked it...^^

ayoooooo chek it u mark ass bitches

me and mah boy tyson goin strait to da ^ ya hearddd???

get at us ight im out ~1~

ayo homie.. how you gonna take my name? you some kinda bitch or somethin? that's whack as f*ck.. be more original.. ya heard? if you and ya lil boyfriend tyson are down to battle.. then spit somethin

ight dis for u j hine

this bitch ass nigga claims to be the best
but his raps aint got no zest
sounds like he just came from a 2 dolla whore house
o wait dats just his moms house
u probly regrettin u challenged the mo fckin greatest
but i understand if u hate us
u shittin yourself wonderin what u got into
but u got distracted cuz u cleaned your dick of your boyfriends poo poo
u best hope u dont meet me on da street
i wont hurt ya just take pictures of u beatin your boys meat
so next time think before u act
aint no one at my level and thats a straight fact
pull yo head out yo ass and spit some **** back
just make sure it aint about yo ball sack
i would continue but i got somewhere to go
so go spit and swallow some mo u dirty man hoeeee

GOODNIGHT

ight dis for u j hine

this bitch ass nigga claims to be the best
but his raps aint got no zest
sounds like he just came from a 2 dolla whore house
o wait dats just his moms house
u probly regrettin u challenged the mo fckin greatest
but i understand if u hate us
u shittin yourself wonderin what u got into
but u got distracted cuz u cleaned your dick of your boyfriends poo poo
u best hope u dont meet me on da street
i wont hurt ya just take pictures of u beatin your boys meat
so next time think before u act
aint no one at my level and thats a straight fact
pull yo head out yo ass and spit some **** back
just make sure it aint about yo ball sack
i would continue but i got somewhere to go
so go spit and swallow some mo u dirty man hoeeee

GOODNIGHT

welcome the best
iight JHINE i was actually lookin for a legit challenge. but lets do it.

ayo J HINE
who you think you are steppin to me?
i cant take you seriously with that sad profile picture
thats someone you want to be
im spittin this while im takin a pee
lets do it Jhine...
your momma looks nothing less than extremely BOVINE
cmon kid cant you read the sign?
all the black boys to the back of the line.
for you, ill try and lower my level of grammar
before this is done ill put shame to mc hammer-
you cant touch this. son
because everyone knows TC is #1
you step to me and you already know your done
but now its too late to run
ill try and let you down easy
unlike your sister whos madd sleazy
this neverending battlee isnt at my level fo sheezy
ill give it to you, your wife has a legit rack
but that doesnt change how your lame in the sack
all your rhymes are wannabe black and madd wwackk
no point in you even spittin back
yea you think your fly when you end your raps with "its over" or "im out"
well now thats true. its over. no doubtt.