Neverending Rap Battle III

well aside from that "rap" from hybrid people gotta get on here and vote on me and hitmans battle

dats way tooo much 2 read yall to.... yall need to understand nobody wants to sit here and read both of yall and analysis both... that takes hella time... just do like 3-5 verses.... make it aliot easier

yeah i know i just wanted to see how much i could right...lol

Holy crap did U know Gustaratzenhofer Made a Poll forum On our battle quick??

Yea i agree we should make them smaller, and if ne1 has a myspace post it

lol@ that battle..

I'll give an Unbiased vote tomorrow!

Someone should vote on my other battle with hitman J..


our second battle.. it's 1-0 ME! bar by bar only.. as agreed!

IM bored so ima spit sumthin

1st things 1st hybrids hear ta get that bread
yall niggas no i claim that blue n not the red
i speak wut i feel
if u got my money nigga
u best ta chill
im here collectin money n every state
when im out sellin city tryin ta get theat money like gates
u think its funny quit playin the dice game
u loozin all ya money thats money ove bitches
thats m-o-b
keep talkin im reppin the o-s-d
everything u want u gotta hustle ta get it
been askin me do i wanna save it or spend it
im a spend a few the j's comin out ima get them 2
yall niggas is window shoppas but me im tryin on the s. carters

Dj quick mentioned me in a battle, I just noticed that now.
anyway's I havent been around cause I'm busy working on my album

yeah i mentioned u obnoxious but it wasnt a diss or nothin though

Yo quick Gusta made a poll about who would win, me or U? scroll down the forums adn your see it..

ight cool

check it out its decent fairly recent like what i did at the 8th precint


climbing the great wall
to much pressure im about to make fall this great tall
huge enormous structure
the professor's here to inform this sucker
deformed childish voices like chris tucker
has made my verbal blade respond with a diss for this fukker
you be gone my rhymes become a disruptor ,brain waves
make a flame grave , when i throw your cranium in the mircowave
the archangel gave me my name, an my strength
my rhyme game, and distance with persistents to go the length
your rap caliber. is yo flowing blanks
i strap excaliber to my tounge , flesh wounds showing ranks
two across your flesh from corporal punishment
you lost your breath , ur corpse falls with the punished sent
down the drain
sounds vision an fluid from yo brain
im higher on the food chain
like im a human an yo grain
plowed your disembowed
im not dissin you now, im dissin crowds
got so many punches i be fistin yo mouths
turn your home to a bong you get smoked when i crissen yo house

professor, I was particularly fond of this line...

make a flame grave , when i throw your cranium in the microwave

thanks i appreciate that rate this one for me

your mind basic, younger then a fetus
my mind stays-sick ,like hunger you need-this
throwing so many punches you read-fists
every script strips your lines like a stripper
your doing backflips with the hips of a human an a mind of flipper
im not sayin your a dolphin
but if to rap u must be human trust me you all fin
like dynamite im booming
diein-on-a=mic is glooming
your diein-tonight, ruining any thought that you might had-a-chance
why!!! cause im mad-advanced
due to these advantages
my rhymes make you bleed through your bandages
like mummy's i bandage kids ,leave em locked in a sarcophagus
filled with narcotics soft as dust
killed with by my biotic esophagus
god gave me the mic an said its time for prof ta bust
on the mic or on line you lost ta us
my names mic-man
spitting flames with the mic-stand
hitting names like emjay with my write-hand
like he's a heavy bag
your rhymes are like a fat biches titty's heavy sag
your going down like brianna banks
be on a skanks
if skill was jail youd be on a shank
if rap was a pirate ship youd be on a plank
in that case call me captain crunch
no serial killer but i killed doc choclate with a slap an punch

^^^^^^^^^^^^
Prof You busted that verse 2 me in a battle i replied back to it, how cum u posting it agen?

Danger big call out to hitman/ dj quik kid, erky
but bord an need to drop a few bars...

Its pretty clear ya'll struggle with conscious
Like a newly turned queer/ Thats tryin' to balance walk in high-heel stilleto tip wear Your career strategy/ Ought to be Procurring a "generation" worth of properties/ Don't be knowledge lacking making no sense Like prescriptions made out to pharmacies/ One luv to the peeps peace sign in the air/ lyrically militant like our flows rode jeeps/ So all you weak minded creeps beware/ 18 years on the lookout so I see clear/ Let me not say I'm ahead of my time I just freeze air With cold spitting flows/ Rock the mic like blue flags for them old folks/ To each his own They complain that I speak too grown/

D-d-d-danger

D.. D.. Danger.. Seems like U st.. st.. st.. stutter? What's going on.. Can't talk straight?
Half of ya' **** ain't rhyme.. and a big call out.. seems like U like to rock hate..
And listen.. we know U lack fire.. and it's true that when I rap, I rap higher,
And what's this about rode jeeps? Hmm.. Your raps resemble more of a flat tire..
I got stamina.. while U posting useless shiit, rapper? More like a spammer,
And U speak too grown?.. Homie.. how that possible when U don't use good grammar?

is that the best **** u got
i got rhymes ill' enough to tie ur tongue in a knot
im a lyrical genius, tryna get to the top spot
U a fish outta water, 'bout to be put in the crock pot
cuz im bout to cook you, and serve you for dinner
Are u done or should i slice u up thinner?..
Got ur ass in the oven 350 degrees,
Ya whole family on they knees,
beggin me KILLA PLEASE!
The timer runs out, the clocks bacc to zero
The familys cryin, the day one sucka tried to be the hero
Now his ass is on telephone poles " young male missin' "
Bitch its yo fault, that was yo decision.
Got a real taste o' who runs the block
Cops at the door knock knock..
I open that ****, tell em' they wont find you
Wave around the check book, already forgot you
Poisoned by the wait of my wallet,
The case is closed, the cops juss drop it,
They know u gone, and they know it was me
But they know not to **** wit killa Bee!
Two days later, im at it again, bacc on the street
Packin the heat, droppin a beat
Ready for any mo'fuckin punk ass m.c to challenge me