Rap battle anyone?

Discussion in 'The Musician in U' started by TokingToker, Oct 12, 2007.

  1. Take a breather bro, try to fit all of that into one post next time instead of spamming the thread countless times. Where's acidsphere and God at? Need some real rappers on here again..
     
  2. You don't know what you don't know until you do know,
    Walkin' like you think you know a grow like I know,
    Take a step back,
    Don't be whacked,
    Just relax.
    It's all good,
    In the hood,
    And I got the goods.
    Take a step back,
    Don't be whacked,

    Just relax.
    Just remember that it's one love,
    One sack.





     


  3. what kind of pussy shit is this, that aint a battle rap homo
    "oldskoolgrower" also known as smelly hippie hobo
    let me teach u a lesson, since u think that u can rap
    if i saw u spittin that trash id snatch ur mic and rapidly attack
    im masterly, exact, hit like a truck but im faster than a cat
    i see my pastor bout a rat, i know he cant forgive me
    my flow is counter clock wise like i wrote the shit in sydney
    ur flow belongs to disney, or now thats what i call music
    volume 99 probaly wouldnt even use it.
    i know im bout to lose it, u wrote a gay hook for four whack bars
    all good in the hood?na thats where we jack cars
    u need stacked cards or u can leave with gat scars
    but how would u know, u never made it that far
    with a name like urs, its to bad u cant grow a brain
    sorry i cant null ur pain, i use death instead of novacine
    its so insane, im superman and these rats writing statements they in they lowest lane
















     
  4. Steppin' over all these dead birds on the sidewalk,
    You wanna battle me? Yo, that's suicide talk,
    Lace my verses with razor blades like Halloween candy,
    Police in helicopters, weed under the canopy,
    Dig the insanity as it radiates from my solar plexus,
    Like angel dust my text effects y'all dyslexics,
    Smokey in the pigeon coop bugged out,
    Zoning on a precision loop got me feeling drugged out,
    The music gets me high, when I pen your lullabye kiss your ass goodbye
     
  5. I work a nine to 5 and I fucking hate it
    I realized that im worth more than a paycheque
    ten fifty an hour for an hour of my time
    it's fucking heinous it's fucked up your head is wrapped in your anus,
    it's trapped in a veinous laid cadence basically vacant your fucking skull is a waste of space ain't it?
    you think your better than me?
    you think your the best competitor to ever enter this league?
    I'll resurrect for a fee forever allegedly ripping rappers for the rep you will see
    prerequisites met with a meticulous effort an severed several referee generals and generally measured with what amounts to cost levels of soulful embezzled trebles.
    I'll kill anybody with a couple of words, what's hurts more getting hit or disturbed
    your worth four little hmyns you've been cursed, whats worth more is that gift you've been birthed, to learn poor.
     


  6. ill be honest with u homie, u aint worth jack shit
    9 to 5 at minimun wage is all ur ass gets
    so how u think u can match wits wit a rap whiz who was cursed by the black witch
    u playin roles over the net, it aint safe, im a shark and ur a cat fish
    a shark vs a cat fish, thats more blood than the deep blue sea.
    if rap was chess i would geuss i would only need 3 moves to king deep blues piece
    im a see through beast, invisible when i creep up
    u peak up? thats weak luck, you just a sheep.. fuck. thats a easy kill
    imagine how the needy feel, when i eat the meat off ya body and look even more greedy still
    eyes beady, mind completely chill, but spinning from atleast 3 pills
    im what the elite be, you non existent next to me g, how you gonna ressurrect when i scorch ya soul with a heat beat
    im a neat freak, no fingerprints on the crime scene, to beat me u gonna need lava drippin into my IV
    otherwise try me, if we collide i keep rollin now the collissions behind me




    https://www.google.com/#q=deep+blue


     
  7. Whatever pops off don't involve me
    Rip the lid off the coffin- no body!
    Hookers give me tongue kisses
    They're like, "Daddy, spank me!"
    The hook punishes as I speak frankly
    Illicit drugs setting off the K-9's
    Bisexual thugs step up with gay lines
    I hug tracks, come back with rhymes that resemble hate crimes
    Obliterate minds with raps weaponized
    Annihilate kids illiterate, better recognize
     
  8. Uhh. Turn my left headphone up
     
  9. Ain't no instrumental you might have made your mistake,
    you're out of your elemental contemplate on several different levels the rest of them get devoured
    your less than a fifth of cowards,
    empower me as I tower over and shadow you and as cowards do hours to minutes to words you think will work and diminish,
    isn't cynicaly sick it takes me seconds to finish whatever you do in an hour I'll do twice in two minutes,
    all of my bars are prison cells and it's life with you in it.
     
  10. You just got involved, thought nobody would step?
    I'm an animal on the mic, you fucking household pet
    Go back to your nest, you don't have bird flu or strep
    You're a parrot repeating lame lyrics, get checked
    I'll wring your neck, make your spine bend til
    You go to heaven, but your last breath gets inhaled
    Your last mistake, and no chance for an undo
    Life must have been a bitch, then I took her from you
    Make soup with the body, eating good for lunch fool
    Yum oohhh (lol), take a shot so I can let the guns loose.

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  11. #27991 Bird Flew, Jan 25, 2016
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    I got my mind right
    Exercising discipline
    Unique Grass is a lame kid
    All hyped up on Ritalin
    That ain't ink in my pen
    That's nitroglycerin
    Lyrically explosive
    I got the murder motive
    Mind deeper than Deep Blue
    Computer chips, shooters in whips
    These losers never see chips
    In the shadow of the future's eclipse
    My family's large and I'm the breadwinner
    Head cat in charge
    Keeps it hot in the dead of winter
     
  12. Traffic traffic lookin for my ChapStick, feeling kinda car sick, there's a ford maverick

    -skitzo
     
  13. Guns out, shooting words through the barrel of my mouth
    I disturb your peace, cause terror from north to south
    You won't have direction, your vision twirls no doubt
    With claps so loud it would make Horton bounce
    No Ritalin, I'm hype on the thrill of the kill
    I'm hungry, dine and dash, cuz I'm cutting your bill (beak)
    You're featherweight, I light you up when I grill
    Put you in a coffin, then give it something to seal

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  14. This little young'un's a dum dum
    Coming at me with flows humdrum
    No jewels among 'em
    I throw pearls to swine
    Collide worlds along the fault line
    Experienced with drugs of all kind
    Barrel of the gun in your mouth?
    Go ahead and blow your mind
    Unique how I speak, you're weak grass
    Pull out a bag of seeds and stems
    Me and my people like, "We pass"
    For us, it's strictly the lime green
    Go back to the drawingboard
    Work on your rhyme scheme




















     
  15. I like cats,
    Short and fat,
    Mittens on kittens
    That makes me laugh. Word.

    -skitzo
     
  16. Guess who's back again- never no practicin,
    It's still the same shit-just me-mr crack a chin,
    I'm a savage when I'm rappin-bring these muthafukkin crackers in,
    All you nabisko ass rookies I leave'em cracked in they packagin,
    I got a talent with the foulest most active closed captionin,
    That a leave you with chill down ya spine like a draft a wind,
    I can't be charged for ya death if the report reads "accident",
    Probably charged for the usual "committing drug traffickin,"



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  17. (Gun shots! Gun shots!)
     
  18. Dumb kids I'm losing patience with
    Reepa's as gangsta as Jaden Smith
    No jewels, he's an imposter actor
    I'm shreddin' fools like a velociraptor Emcees I pile-drive, suckers concuss
    My style's live like fire it combust
    Over your head I'm brainstormin'
    More sought after than the cocaine's origin
     
  19. Hello Mr birdflu-i see you on your usual,
    Acting like a bitch-paintin your nails from the cuticles,
    Give me dirty money- I "washin-tons" like mutual,
    Get your ass shot next to ya moms in her subaru,
    Money long as a hullahoop you can't even measure it,
    Leave birds "dead & deep fried"-not a "nigga sounding desperate",
    not even me guessing this rap shit I eat for breakfast wit,
    Bacon-hashbrowns-couple toast and a necked bitch,lmaoooo







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  20. #28000 reepa1984, Feb 9, 2016
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    If a nigga come as hot as me he a evil demonic prophecy,

    Or either dressed in 10 layers rockin 5 pairs of wallabies,

    Reepa is who I gotta be it ain't never no change with me,

    So when go to the hood store chances are I get the same 50,

    So I know my shits real don't deal with a lame iffy,

    Weather birds catchin flu's or bm's NAMED NIKKI!!!!,

    LOL







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