God Almighty knows nothing Im high and mighty smokin backwoods n kush mon sittin full of wisdom on the lazy boys cushions, ill put you to sleep man, leave you hanging off the deep end Im a blackened curse,steering the wood wheeled hearse grave diggin and your lippin about to lose his verse All i did was pull up a seat, get the fuck out the kitchen cuz you can't take the heat You're fresh meat, Im gord ramsey with a butcher knife and a 40 of hennesey You can find me on the cover of magazines, droppin magazines like danny b Countin casualties my life is style with ease they call it steaze, trippin, sippin, poppin e's Your probably a bum in his thirties, girls shirt, with no sleeves, wearing a pair of 12 year olds panties
\nonly thing gettin killed by your raps is my brain cells don't need to jerk off when your girl gives me brain well I got fat pockets while you walk around with slim wealth God said “let there be skills†but forgot them for him self I guess most of the skills went to that nigga Sour Head oh wait that's me, the best at rapping in this thread so stop it don't wanna read your diary no matter what the topic
You guys have to start something though..or make it be known you're going to battle. Honestly If you want to set something up it be easy.. Theres how many people in this site we can set up rounds with Alzayy, Annicus, Acidphere, Brickshithouse, Birdflew, , God Almighty, Sour head, Slightly Stoned and some of these newer guys.. thats 8 people right there.
SlightlyStoned, I'm a beast, I do it in the largest way Plus I get more head than a lettuce farm on harvest day From the city where them Chargers play, Daygo till the death of me Women, weed, and weather boy you know we got that recipe Your bitch is on my nuts, she said you were an eye sore Plus no offense but your not the sharpest blade in the knife drawer It's clinically proven my battles make rappers spite more So take a short neck bungee jump with the light cord
Ha, you amuse me, but you seem to confuse me, Saying you're the best, but all you best at is acting unruly, Talking bout My girl, I don't have one, Why have one when you can have multiple, bitch you dumb? How can I kill your brain cells, the brain cells you have wouldn't fill up a snail shell, Raise hell, fucking shit up, dick like a lightning strike, leave a white dike think she came down hard on the seat post of a mountain bike, Controlling all these peasant cretins, call me the third reich, Talkin so much shit, then again you are turd like, Punch a muthafucka so hard, you be calling me mike, Tyson, you need to get laid, you hornier than a bison, I get the horn I get sucked off like a dyson, Only reason you got fat pocket is coz you go round picking pennies off the street, Trying to come at me, destroyed you once already, I spit stories and literature, you meander, like a river my torrent's torrential, I'll call you a stream, your shit's slow and steady.
hows my flow? check it havent rapped in a while, would like some critiquing every mike tyson has its busta douglas i may be a creeper but i got the hook to make you a sleeper wipe your tears so you can see gods plan for me it is to be pain free, smoking this mary with you n me kicking back roasting joints watching the maggots trying to sell points no need for that shit, keeping my hempline lit i will be the illest, the quillest making you fear me the so called illest sucks being sick, of all your lazy bullshit you call yourself a lady but youre not so skinny and shady jlaw and upton put your body to shame we screaming #thefappening to this melody by the one and Sen dog, thats whats happening.
@[member="SlightlyStonedSD"] This here the tie breaker, see who flipped their rhymes greater who kicked it the realest and who's just a sly faker but all who wanna step to me get stuck like fly paper and Im more than slightly high off puffin the lye vapor I ain't worried bout the battle cause youre nothin but a punk ill slam I walk around the hood collecting money like I'm Uncle Sam but can I get a refund? My opponent is defective Thats why your mom and I are undercovers like detectives I'm in the rhyme laboratory cooking up the ill experiments take nouns, verbs, and metaphors then mix em with the elements swirling my ideas around in beakers like it's breaking bad but I'm the real Walter White homie you just faking bad don't even write a verse back, just save yourself the trouble to see you, get a telescope, for me you need the Hubble
Hold up, I was pickin up what you were putting down, Til you said you were the best like you forgot to look around, Homie I'm just cooking clowns.. granny in a wheelchair at the urgent cares the only time this douche was EVER pushin pounds, let me continue, as if those 4 bars ain't just dismantle Everything you've spat from a diss, a verse or a fuckin sample, Says he's the best.. as if he ain't have enough to handle, God almighty straight wit the bars, hell make a just example, This dummy forces shit to stick, it's like he jots a verse full of retarded statements n comes off as if it's not absurd, my weed is blue like papa smurf, but I can tell your pot is dirt, Listen, I rip it sicker than ya mom without a hospice nurse, Call me an obnoxious jerk, I'll tell you what, your not the first, You think you're a problem? Well watch it twerp, cuz I've conquered worse, Drop a verse n watch it get stabbed n murked, it's the spawn of bars, attacking yours, and leavin your raps submerged in the afterbirth, EASY
Listen up, codswallop come to throw down Pack a wallop, toss'n bars to take the crown Walk in with spit on my blouse. Cross dress just to cause a mess, And trap you like a mouse.
Well I guess he means business he's rapping in bold font You tried but failed to deliver some cold taunts I think you should quit rap, focus on folk songs At least move past this battle cuz all of your hope's gone I came from the struggle, you asked your mom why's allowance late? I'm boutta crack more digits than a California license plate Shouldn't have stepped through the lions gate, homie get shredded You'll never leave the hood without some alloy embedded SlightlyStoned said it, I'm higher than my interest rates I hit up bitches online and they come runnin, call it insta-cakes I'm gettin money, you're on Netflix, fuck breaking bad You ain't no walter white you're just a bitch like Malcolm's dad
Quick 8 from the shitter. I spit the coolest shit in autopilot. When you doing yo shit it's like you're going potty. Hah!.. I'm killing em all. That's why a long time ago I lost track and stopped counting bodies. Yo you getting off track soon as you talk about it. Left with holes in em turn em into target practice. You gotta a flow like pond, that's still. My lyrics hitting em all (hitting a mole) so these wack kids know how the mallets feel.
[SIZE=14.6666669845581px]Acid[/SIZE] \n[SIZE=14.6666669845581px]I'll tie you to a Crucifix to show you how this dude is sick, ooo shit,[/SIZE] have your brain leaking you toothpick, faster than J-laws nude pics, Scream my name at the beginning of this shit like DJ WHOO KID! Throw my name up on a news clip with a picture of you all toothless, than throw up the crime tape, cause this is gonna be a rhyme rape! I'm in my prime state,[SIZE=14.6666669845581px]enough rattle in my voice to make your mind shake[/SIZE] [SIZE=14.6666669845581px]primates. I'm so dark I walk in the room and the all light fade, I'm great,[/SIZE] I'm Ubiquitous, You get lit up like my oil rig you spoiled kid, This a royal spit, Tin Foil Lid but i aint a metal head, Rest in peace when the devil dead, They said raise the bars now the levels set, I'm a mental threat! You guys worried bout the cheddar chase, im trying to live better days, because when you rats in a cheddar chase its still a dead end maze that end with a cold stone grave, don't give a fuck what you faggots pretend to say.. \n\n\nwas gonna make it a sixteen but if its to long half you wouldn't even read it lol.
@slightly & Sourhead - Best line - Slightly, that fucking breaking bad - Malcoms dad line to end it fucking killed it. Multiples - Both were pretty good, felt like Sourheads made it work better. Punchlines - Both again fairly good. Sourhead he undercovers like detectives line is old come on. but slightly either some of yours just werent good or they went over my head like the insta-cakes line? Original - got to go with Slightly. Flow - Felt like sourhead. Overall +1 Slightly stoopid, you would've lost if it wasn't for that last line.
Good looks instagram+booty cakes=insta-cakes My delivery is supposed to be slow and deliberate, even when I come back and read it a few hours later I gotta read it 2 or 3 times to get the cadence right but it all flows What are multiples?
Honestly i always thought flow was kind of dumb especially since none of us are spitting over a beat. I have never based a final decision over flow because in the end it is a rap battle. Mutiples are like more than one word rhyming, like a syllable thing. for example Gonna make it to the Tip-top of Hip-hop make everyones lip-drop, kick-off my flip-flops and do a lil crypt-walk, pish-posh ya'll dinosaurs like Chrish Bosh, im the big-boss Rick Ross make you sit criss-cross and lick cock in your piss socks. etc.
Ok I see, I rhyme more than one syllable on almost every line but I don't hit it twice in the same line like that example very often Yeah as far as flow I just make sure there's the right amount of syllables so it sounds right when you read it back but since it's not a recording it's gonna sound different to everyone that reads it
Everybody's on the hunt for some better days My unfettered haze released me from my tethered legs First class flight but I never paid, a weathered blade I be.. G since the seventh grade, try me I own everything the light see, you're rehearsed like a fight scene So address me as Sir SlightlyStoned after my knighting Igniting trees like lightning, opponents know I'm frightening You rap now but after battling me you might sing
Nick be steady poppin shit, but when it comes to flame you'd think he'd have the advantage.. this nicka's already got a bic! I was ready off the rip, quick to pop ya desciples.. The type to weld a katana onto the top of a rifle, These rappers suck but they don't wanna discuss it, shit is disgustin, why you post a verse from the shitter knowin you should've flushed it?.. hush bitch, or prep to lose every tooth in your massive mouth, last dude i battled, I had his ass so mad he trashed his house, calm it down, I'll show you what this thrax is bout, got hyperactive cats in clouds, relaxed n slouched, insomniacs are passin out, dropped, get ya chore chart done.. cuz nicka you don't wanna see me like your pops when report cards come haha