The voting has expired, kannabiskid wins with a vote of 9-0 kannabiskid You know me as kannabis, the kid… a romantic with the wits to flip the script and win. Let me begin with a grin on my face, listen in, I’ll be spinnin this place, the greats will be givin chase. Heaven’s gates are a real place, off in the ‘distance’, I call it fate. This is my ’mission’ and music’s my mate. Some abuse her with hate… I choose to be great. spreadin love from above. definition of, a musical saint. -- I’ve never been in a battle before, how do I score some points? Metaphors for makin money and bangin your whore? Ain’t it funny? …….Not anymore. I’m ignoring all that boring shit you’ve already spit before. As soon as I hit the floor bitches wanna get some more, I’m hittin switches, I get ripped and roar. I RooR, then spit, then rip some more. Don’t be misinformed, you aint ready for whatsin store… -- I’ll unwind on this track and you’ll try to react, but your blind to the fact that your mind has been hacked I’d try to define space and time but my rhyme might invade your mind and make it mine I’m talking about that mind control. You can’t define my flow, like a blunt ride I’m driving slow… and like that sour dro, I'm powerful. Somehow I know how this all unfolds.. -- Is it cool to tempt fate? I’m using every metaphysical syllable just to test your faith. The subliminal criminal will captivate and intoxicate until you’ve lost your way. Double-crossed, betrayed. You cant walk away, get ready to pay the cost if you disobey… Do not complain, your efforts in vain. My shit affects your brain, so quit or go insane…
Can I drop my shit now? I think Imma be away from my setup for the night decision - made You know me as kannabis, the kid… a romantic with the wits to flip the script and win. Let me begin with a grin on my face, listen in, I’ll be spinnin this place, the greats will be givin chase. Heaven’s gates are a real place, off in the ‘distance’, I call it fate. This is my ’mission’ and music’s my mate. Some abuse her with hate… I choose to be great. spreadin love from above. definition of, a musical saint. -- I’ve never been in a battle before, how do I score some points? Metaphors for makin money and bangin your whore? Ain’t it funny? …….Not anymore. I’m ignoring all that boring shit you’ve already spit before. As soon as I hit the floor bitches wanna get some more, I’m hittin switches, I get ripped and roar. I RooR, then spit, then rip some more. Don’t be misinformed, you aint ready for whatsin store… -- I’ll unwind on this track and you’ll try to react, but your blind to the fact that your mind has been hacked I’d try to define space and time but my rhyme might invade your mind and make it mine I’m talking about that mind control. You can’t define my flow, like a blunt ride I’m driving slow… and like that sour dro, I'm powerful. Somehow I know how this all unfolds.. -- Is it cool to tempt fate? I’m using every metaphysical syllable just to test your faith. The subliminal criminal will captivate and intoxicate until you’ve lost your way. Double-crossed, betrayed. You cant walk away, get ready to pay the cost if you disobey… Do not complain, your efforts in vain. My shit affects your brain, so quit or go insane…
Well let me take this mic and rip up some bars They say my flow is lethal similar to some SARS Out of my mind cruisin 'Mars' strapped with a 'candy bar' Going under over here, who the fuck is hittin' pars? Up late, I can't think like my minds' stuck in tar So far I feel it's time to raise the fuckin bar let me switch it up get to flowin' and mow 'em down, straight cause a murder scene Addicted to the fast life, money drugs and hoes, they confuse me with Charlie Sheen That's mean.. or cruel, lines on fire like fossil fuel and I digg sluts with plaid skirts like I roamed a private school Picture in my head paints me as a true lyricist Wait and listen to get lost in my mental abyss Like a Good night kiss, sweet dreams, you small size and I'm supreme No ice on my wrist or neck but I'm colder than ice cream So it seems.. trying stay on balance like a beam We all people, MLK couldn't been the only one with a dream. that was rough.. haha whatever it's late
No reasoning? I'm playing ... I'd give him the vote too realistically.. I had to put up a verse quick or I would have forgot no doubt lol
I never really was into writing rhymes but I had some fun with this. Even if I get knocked out I'm gonna keep this up.
i was really enthusiastic about this thread but have just done an anticlimax...it seems i cant rate the quality of pure words as poetry as opposed to joined with music....more power to you guys....
Alright lets get it crackin'. I don't know if OP has to start it or what not to make it official, but I want to hear some fresh bars. Rip It Up.(pun intended)
If you guys wanna battle again, just do it in the Rap Battle thread, we're only doing 1 set for the tournament. And my vote goes to kannabis kid, was more of a battle with better punches, just felt it more Vote is 6-0 and it's open until midnight tonight (2/4)
Ima say KannabisKid.... he just went harder.... ripit did a lil work but in comparison Kanna gets it +1 Kannabiskid