And Mac you never told me how you liked that new style i tried out..
hah..man is was dope.....ur pretty good at ne style ...tight......i kinda switched up a bit on the line i wrote professor
not much but its a lil different
number one on the streets most-defiant
verbal heat comes close-to-violence
got ya screaming bloody murder till your ghost-goes-silent
this is biology class leave ya body looking like poster-science
ive seen ya style before it tends ta fade-out
when i step to the mic i slay-doubt get my spray-out
your brain ends up layed-out in a body bag b4 u can say-ouch
covered in maggots i got the raid-out
you had **** twisted till i ripped ya braids-out
your style-disolves-faster-then a time-release-capsule
my style-disolve-basterds-when my rhymes-release-shrapnel
my thoughts bring gravity to situations like newtons-apple
the way i was taught to bring situations to the mic was shoot-an-grapple
your caught like underage kids lootin-tabbacco
your **** makes as much sense as a suit-an-a-crack ho
my verbal knife slice percise as an-exacto
verbally carvin-acronyms-kid
i grew up with them starveing-african-kids
i gave um the old shirts-off-my-back
but you bout as washed up as the words-off-the-back
ya aint done **** well ya dream-of-glory
the prof-intact
thats one bich through the crematory
and there aint no bringing his coffin-back
ya respect
waddup hitman its been awhile
just freestyling
I feel the heat on the street as im crusing to the beat,
The appeal of the fleet, ready to meet and to great,
And compete to defeat, and defy and delete,
And they try to deny when i reply im elite,
The supply of my rhymes flow faster than they imply,
i rely on good times long ago to get by,
as i try to apply what ive learnt in the past,
all the times in the dirt, i got burnt and came last,
All the pain and the hurt, comes back in a blast,
In a spit that breaks fast, breaking casts, unsurpassed,
Putting rivals in contrast, sweat dripping down necks,
A revival that throws threats, promising to cause wrecks,
Bouncing cheques and a fake rolex, im all about the feel,
To get real with the song, to unravel and reveal,
A complex situation that was once concealed,
To open it up in a rap with appeal,
I murder my first challenge, the fight was one-sided,
The fool tried to hide it, but the crowd had decided,
but who wouldve thought, that moment we collided,
would give me the pride that could put me worldwide,
but back to reality,
back to rapping, and smoking and choking and causing fatility's,
but its all in the mentality,
can you **** with him more than gay's **** with their own sexuality?,
its not about the money, or the fame,
its about being noticed in one massive game
flow like particle matter
verbal articles spit on the mic leaveing particles shattered
my style made of the blood, sweat an heart of skill
im like the grim reaper not just hard ta kill
damn near impossible
leave you in the phcyiatric ward of fear hospital
my rhymes leave you so shocked
eyes open face tight like botox
mouth open like you blow cock
with no cock
yo mouth gapein no escapein leave ya hard drive frozen
cant defeat the art ive chosen
real as the beat a hearts
you use the art a poseing as you tare the streets aparts
i pave a way for the future
i save a day for the future
you wanna be brave i spray forth to mute ya
not gonna dispute ya
yo souls baried it see maggot vision
bringing mental polarities together your magnetism
of pragmatism
living in the age of wisdom
not meant to be basic
mentally stay sick
my disease is terminal
inside
an internal inferno
resides
ready to verse all under sound with no detection of noise
from commercial to undergroud disecting ya boys
i have a scalp full of ways to manipulate vocal chords
from scaple blades to vocal swords
froms shrapnel grenades to a flow called forth
turning you life backwards like makeing snow fall north
takeing your so called corpse
and bringing it back ta life
jack ya life
for acting trife
saying you hold guns only thing u packs a pipe
my furries raw
its black an white
as murphy's law
x virus
im the linguistic dracula nice to meet ya
attack ya ,slice through meat ta
eat ya
reprecussions of cussin percussion beat ya
we two different species
im in solitary ur in p.c.
im solid nutrition yo urine an fieces
my ammunition diminishin ya virgin insecurities
invertedly
talking to me from the here after
u bin talking through thee bum only reason u hear laughter
is cause **** real people still laugh at fart jokes
i spit to half real people an half smart folks
i crack ya skull like hard coke
when the factors fall
here's the fact for ya'll
you wanna mudsling i push dirt in tractor hauls
you aint got the spine to back ya balls
battlen me you loose more calories
then useing ur time to smack the wall
vocal battalions my calvary
to say,, ive been asked to be signed ,but i said fuc the salary
to me poetry is like amanda bynes, id fuc that gal fa free
your thinking can it be
professor showed me picasso's gallery
of insanity
an now i know my lost soul will never find humanity
lol soz i kept refreshing the previous page and didnt notice it went to a new page. Ill spit now
Im the lyrical saint, sent to murder this bat-boy,
**** a decoy, i deploy,
Leave you destroyed without a prayer,
Sorta like Buffy, im the ******* vampire slayer,
Nail in the coffin, Walk away without a care,
Sorta like your daddy, dude im also not gonna be there,
**** man im like brain dead atm... seriously thats all i could manage. pitiful i know. u win dawg. damn i gotta admit your rap made it hard for me to hit back. respect
hope to battle you again soon professor but not again tonight... i got writers block or sumfin
Quote:Taxing The Kidz, Time To Re Up, Cuz I'm Back In The Biz
I Leave Headz Swollen And Ribs Showin Like 'Starvin African Kidz
wit you there aint no BLOWIN up, you jus gonna be in ya room THROWIN up
i BUST TECHS TO QUEERS,
in this rap game, i put in some TRUE BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS
i have PUNS WIT PAIN,
dis **** aint no FUN N GAMES
i have SERIOUS SPITS, so ima get FURIOUS B!TCH,
my raps, make you FEARIN **** KID
you betta be CHECKIN FABLES,
you can't get signed on a RECORD LABEL
so STACK YA CHIPS CUZ, before i SMACK YA BITCH UP
yo RAPPIN SPITS SUCK
i have BOULDERS AND ROCKS
to throw, always lookin over SHOULDER FOR COPS
especially when im STABBIN YA FACE WIT SHOVELS
and GRABBIN YA MACE N BUCKLES, BLASTIN YA FAME N beatin ur Knuckles
F*** YO BUSTINGS kid, i don't TRUST NO BODY
my RAPPIN IS PHAT, so ima be grabbin the MAG AND THE BAT,
to be CRACKIN YA ASS you a FAG AND YOU WACK,
so you betta be GRABBIN THE GAT, get yo bitch ASSES STRAPPED
i bust ON THEM LINES wit uncommon RHYMES
i betcha WONDER WHAT STOPPIN ME FEELS LIKE
you a real mcee, jus like MONEY IN MANOPOLY YEAH RIGHT
ima GRAB A MILL to BLAST AND KILL, **** what yo lame ASSES SPILL
i SHAKE HONEYS wit FAKE BUMMINGS to MAKE MONEY
Macdaddy is a biter.. He bit Most of this **** off Rapdogs.. **** Man Thats HELL SAD... (Rapdogs is another battle site.. ) Macdaddy should be IP banned off this site.. Its meant to be original writing!!
Oh and.. the professor, I was just saying the other day I missed reading some of your stuff.. lol welcome back
is he serious macdaddy? damn man hope u didnt do that ****... it is pretty low. newaiz im out guys. peace out
hello kruger
have we met b4 ??
were you under a different name ???
im sorry to be gone this site tends to die off unless i keep writeing and make challenges ,, u know how people would rather shoot the **** then use there minds to settle skill levels
but ya its good to be back peace guys
rate those latest ones i put on tell me what you think????????
x virus
it's all good happens to the best of us
i never turn down a battle so any time
Ayo prof, still awating that battle!
