Neverending Rap Battle IV

YO
ACE N PROFESSOR AINT GOT SHYT ON ME
IMA TELL THEM STRAIGHT UP, THEY BOTH AINT G
I GATA ADMIT THEY GOT SOME SICK FLOWS
BUT WHEN IT COMES TO ME
I OWN DEM HOEZZ
I MIGHT B A LADY BUT I CAN SPIT IT RIGHT
I KNOW WHAT RAPIN IS, N UR SHYT AINT TITE
SO BOTH OF U TAKE MY ADVICE N RUN
BECAUSE ACE U DEFINATELY AINT OWNIN SONNN
TELL ME I CANT SPIT N TELL ME I CANT FLOW
EVERYONE STARTS FRM SUMWHER REAL LOW..
BUT U GATA BUILD UP.. SO WHY AINT U?
ACE WHY DO I STILL C U KISSIN MAH SHOE??
BUT NOW LETS LOOK AT PROFESSOR N HIS WACK SELF
42 RITE? OO EVEN DAT JUS MADE U MELT
SRRY FOR TELLIN EVERYBODY UR AGE
DNT GO PHYSCO CUZ U ON UR METAPAUSE STAGE.


HAHA.

PHAA...

ny1 against me....hit up

i DNT KNO WAT U MEAN BY DAT DR.

lets battle i said mayne.............
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Ooo ALrIte

you dad's illiterate an could'nt read the bible
had an illegitamate guess he missed the part that said do'nt touch ya child
mic's amazein
im a twenty year old caucasian
youve spent the last twenty years of your ass sold
by a**holes
like me to a block of asian's
you's a pipe whore
i use the mic cord
for strangulation tactics
is that the red tide in your pants or ketchup packets
i'll tear down ya name ya fame ya game an set up caskets
do those pant's make you look fat no thats what ya ass gets
when you roll up cellulite in wicker baskets
you fu*ked ya life from your first hit to ya last dacari
you'd suck the life out my kids an probally spit um back at me


here you go lil gangsta haha try again if you want easy

you dad's illiterate an could'nt read the bible
had an illegitamate guess he missed the part that said do'nt touch ya child
mic's amazein
im a twenty year old caucasian
youve spent the last twenty years of your ass sold
by a**holes
like me to a block of asian's
you's a pipe whore
i use the mic cord
for strangulation tactics
is that the red tide in your pants or ketchup packets
i'll tear down ya name ya fame ya game an set up caskets
do those pant's make you look fat no thats what ya ass gets
when you roll up cellulite in wicker baskets
you fu*ked ya life from your first hit to ya last dacari
you'd suck the life out my kids an probally spit um back at me


here you go lil gangsta haha try again if you want easy

hit u up tommorow i just got back from vaca an saw lil wangsta first

aye professor ill get back at u a lil bit later tommorow

cool do your thing !!

i'll take the hammer out ya eardrum
build a brain out of where you hear from
here come some understanding in the cognition
you were born with a clog missin in ya clogged ignition
i came with a wrench to twist ya bolts
this results in a bare knuckle fist assault
your temple's the laceration which blood flow leaves
my mentals well! this the salt ,
that last information your brain will know an receive
its a matter of genius seperate ya genus from ya heart
splatter ya fetus on ya mothers breast plate an call it conceptual art
you can over compinsate but i never under estimate
its not a test a fate
ima primate less the mate
its not a test a fate

here you go ogionik hey let me know what you guys think !!!

seems like noone else can come up with anything i guess i'll have to battle myself haha alright here i go professor This is "STATE of MIND"


state a mind come with the weight a time if it gets light you won't sleep tonight burn your eye's with the flame rise with the flame show the low's an highs of the flame what a shame professor got nothing but a brain with nuttin ta gain an nuttin to loose im cuttin a vein suckin the blues out ya artery's like your blood was apart a me target thee adverse reaction the mixture of to much liqour an gum flaps when the only thing you unwrap is snickers detective be callin the boys in to come snap some pictures death by poison breath settle scenes when metal screams acytelene powered by nitrous oxidize your box a lies to mic dust you haven't passed yet set up the casket your the class graduated with flu an cold symptoms are classic take you and hold syndromes to ya head an make you spun like in crome the mic kings home get out my wire your like frotto never let out the shire better get out cause i shot the clock and you times about to expire

professor u act like u big n hard
u 2 me aint nun but a mutha fukin reatard
i tld u i admit u got sum tite flows
but den da rest of da shyt u spit..
well ni99a it blows
u act like da shyt u spit is sick
wen its about baskets...
i aint no betty croker bitch
but i guess ur mr rodgers
you say that ur ass just got outta jail?
what for.. did u molest an underage boy?
dat wuldnt surprise me,
seein the way u rap
u probly also had more den an ounce of crack
da shyt i spit back is da shyt dat is sick
make u cry to mommy proves u aint got no dick
wen i come n proach da mic da crowwd gets silent
u should kno by now im down to get violent
ur ass shulda learned dat wen u get locked up
u got dem older ni99az tryin to molest yuh
i was gone for a min but dont get to comfy
u over der in pjamaz watchin oprah humprhy
talk about mah fam n i will kill yah
dont own a gun but da shyt i spit will peel yuh
u gotta use da mic cord to strangle me?
ill rip ur shyt up jus like
j.t.r did to dem ladiez




haha. srry havent been on da computer in a while

I'll be ROUNDING-HIM-UP.. then finish off POUNDING-HIS-SLUT ..
I've "Searched for his garbage diss" that's why I'm "DOWN-IN-THE-DUMPS"
He's never had a GUN-IN-HIS-POCKET
And yo this "cheetah" will try run n hide "But He'll Always Be SPOTTED"
This PROTOTYPE for HOMOGUYS
get's 'Piston' in life like "Cyllinder Heads on MOTOBIKES"
(Piston/Pissed on)
Murder this fuckin' DANGLY AMATUER
Then make him "Kick The Bucket" like "ANGRY JANITORS"
So DINE-LINES-N-SWALLOW-FISTS
Dunno why you couldnt tell I was ["Overy Or Head"] like ["BLIND-GHYNECOLOGISTS"]
{Over Your Head/Overy Or Head}

-Sonned.

Well, alot of you cant rap for shyt,
most of you are just speaking mimicks
i dont know why i even bother
to fix what you guys broke
rap was suppose to be about saying something
not smokeing dope...
you lock and tie the rope
with every rap
make sure your stutter dont come out to clear
or others will will have the material, you hear?
hide your rap for a while
and make sure what you say is your own style
anyone here can ryhme
but how many of you have the flow
how many of you can spit a freestyle
with out making it blow
i dont get what you people are saying
all your ryhmes are decaying
for all it is, is matched words together
its as easy as liftin a feather
so please stay out of the rap if you got no grammar
or if you got no style
because from here on out its our revival
so lets lay it on the line
and give it all you got
and maybe one day
you will never be forgot.

SKATER RITE HERE IS GETTIN ALL LIPPY
THINK U KNO WAT RAPPINZ BOUT
DEN I DNT THINK U HERD 50
WHAT U WROTE RITE THERE AINT NO RAP JUS A POEM
DOPE AINT MAH SCENE BUT WIT EVERY BATTLE I SPIT ILL
{SMOKE EM]
THINKIN WE ALL LOW LYFS TLKIN DWN UPON US
FHUC DAT SHYT MAN
U AS HARMLESS AS POCAHAUNTES
PPL UP ON HERE GOT MORE FLOW DEN U EVA WILL
JUS A WANNA B MC TRYIN TO ACT LYK U IS LOADED WIT DOLLA BILS
I SEEN WANNA B'Z LYK U
IN FACT DEY ALL AROUND
DA ONLY THING KEEPIN EM ALIVE
IS DA FACT DAT UR MOMZ BEEN ALL ROUND TOWN

Ha, you know i try to give advice
bet for some reason it just dont work
yall peeps try to prove something you dont got
keep actin like 50 and you might get shot
we dont want no wanna be's
so get your ass off the comp and go get a degree
and next time you battle make sure you know your A B C's...
Lil gangsta my ass, fuucking wangsta with a little to much grass
i thought i was writing the poems
but naw im sitting here drinking jeroboem,
its a wine bottle dumbass
it has something you aint got
it has more class.
then youll ever have
it cant even rap
but its good enough to dodge your steel trap
is this to good for you?
cause after they dont they wont know how did it
theyll have to look at the security review.
when im done here youll come back
with a rap that litterally lacks
the basic meaning
so go back to your job
at the dry cleaning
O AND REMEMBER THE GOLD RULE
GET YOUR ASS UP AND GO TO SCHOOL.

peace it was a fun match, players tell me who wins

takeing dips in molten pools
a jack in the box with hot springs the golden rules
been bent and broken
the day they killed superman an clark kent awoken
with hands broken
threw old yeller on the grill till my mouth foaming
north west east south omen's
travelled the yellow brickroad that bridges the river styx still
shatter the computer screen right into your pixel's
went from big city to small town
with a sign on the fork in the road saying if your hungry its a long fall down
eat away ya fears when the smoke clears and the mirror disappear
this the year
this the minute
every day every second for the rest of ya lives
every knight of the round tables swallowing daggers a chest of knives
card carrying members to test ya drive
cutting away the bleeding hearts only the best survive

ps: anecdote i felt like writeing this to all of you before i battled back

here you can read this and judge

lil gansta just a tip because 50 cent was well advertised does'nt make him a good rapper if you keep listening to that stuff you'll very well fall into the same path without the money and fame ,he's a puppet

lil gangsta vs sk8er7up my decision goes to sk8ter cause he has a more positive message an remembers what its all about

actin a fool
will get u smacked wit the tool
I'll Charles Manson a dude,
rap heads wit a blanket or two,
no struggle for life
gimme the gun and the wife
gun **** her tonight,
JFK couldn't duck from the snipe,
ya body'll shiver
like having liquor in liver,
dump ya bitch in a river
stick ya wit blades that'll kill ya,
this boy can't rap for ****,
can't pack a clip
or smack a bitch
pussy, dont think I won't smack a clit
the gynocologist, spill blood like virgin vagina,
fight a kid, make his body birst into fire,
verses are higher than my first date's attire,
have all scream like fire burning a choir.


This is just for the hell of it, a freestyle written thing. What I really want is a website that u can put words on a beat and put it online. some battle ****. let me know if there is. If anyone wants to battle, call me out. peace

just living this second cause its the last
with a hour glass figure swallowing sand man till you have shits a glass
its the future you need to worry about but its the past
that will kill all chance of present presence on the podium
grab a bottle of o.e. rum
get drunk like ya mom
when you were conceived and she couldnt believe you were her son

thats it just living for you i served you in 7 comeback with something and there are those sites just google them i rapdogs is one i believe peace man