Rap battle anyone?

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

  1. Chaos is order my rap is straight is slaughter
    tuck em and bury they bodies under the border
    you ain't really ready for New World Order
    I chop em in pieces like they was made ready to order

    Would you like some coke wit dat
    Stuffin up dead bodies full of coke and crack
    The dope is back
    And I ain't trying to say I'm king of the streets
    little youngin turned old still sick with the beats

    And y'all really need to pardon your flow
    cause you really lack direction you don't know where to go

    (I'm right here homie)

    Like I said you Could'nt see me with a telescope
    frontin on my people will leave you wired to a stethoscope
    Better believe that scope is on I shoot em track needles till the hope is gone

    The Pope is wrong The world is armed
    The light's is out The Heat is gone
    Fucker's
     
  2. I "rock up these boards"...toyin on "PLAY-GROUNDS", ya'll couldn't "slide" on "A's"..."cheatin" the A-TOWN/

    I "soldier" CATS...my "melons" don't STAY-ROUND...I "pin" out, explosives...enemies LAY-DOWN/

    I "branch" off from THIEVES...chop family TREES...n "BREATH" QUALITY...CPR-NEEDS...DOPE-NA'-MEAN?/ (dopemine)

    I watch COATS-HANG...I "eye the pearly GATES"...ya'll couldn't get "PUFFY"...."Spittin next ta' MASE"/
     
  3. Were's the battlin at!?


    BUMP!!!
     
  4. Pearly gates aint even real even weavin believin in semantics
    Can not plan this its no disadvantage I can not manage eatin fried cabbage
    I eat off dis rags i swish schwag i missed bad molestin young gunz for fun
    lyrical gangbang aint no thing it aint illegal even if they fetal
    crime aint even evil a wevil weaves as evil believes in itself
    I manage gettin by by myself
     
  5. Yall aint knowin who your fuckin with,



    I lost my n.igga in the casket, hotboxed
    and how many ni.ggas wanna empty out they glocks in me
    some skill up in this thread,
    to bad youll all be dead,

    Yall know that shit that i spit
    its filled with the fluids from your mommas clit
    and that shits fucking potent
    and you know it.

    I let my nine do the talkin
    and yeah I "spit" my rhymes while im walkin down the, street
    these bitches try to beat
    me while im loadin up this bank
    with my blacked out ak-47
    they be headed up to heaven
    rollin in my tank
    smokin on that dank.

    got my money and I split
    went to my man mac t's to grab a chick
    stick her with my dick
    stick it in her clit
    fuck her till she shits.

    Show up and whats up
    my ni.gga tells me shuts up
    while he slowly rolls some blunts up
    Lights up the game up and shit gets down to business
    I hope he start some shit
    but he wont cause i got the sickness
    I'll rain my chemical parade on him all day
    with my chemical spray
    that I found
    buried in afghanistan deep
    underground

    and if I dont die while I'm high
    All I ask is that you bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai

    smoke that shit while I chill with el diablo
    but I know that yall dont know though
    hoe
    this mothafuckin devil aint got shit on me, bro.

    I'm creepin crawlin round yo set with a mini mac 10 A R one five
    and if you try to stop me nigg.a your bound to die
    thats it im spent you lost I won
    this game we played was tons of,
    fun
    but im sorry your done,
    you never could have won,
    your just a no one,
    and I know not one
    nigg.a, whos lived to tell the tale,
    oh here comes atom, all hail.


    look at yourself
    your a disgrace.
     
  6. ^yo...

    I slayed this cat, before he squeezed MUSCLES...time wasted on "keys"...your "dealers" not OBSTABLES/

    Don't need TOPICALS...my piece of"PI'-CALCULATES"...perfect,no "remander" ...I-RESITUATE/

    RESIDUAL...fix ya DINNER-PLATE, ya got too much "BEEF"...i'll "flip" it for ya...FEATHER-WEIGHT...still need GREENS?/

    N those the HESITATE...I strike like PYTHONS...fix ya "vision" im 20 for 20...without LIGHTS-ON/

    Strike like MIKE-TYSON..."ears to my MOUTH"...Ya'll "Birds" lookin figgidy?...way ya flyin SOUTH!/
     
  7. you say you slayed me once when was this?
    you think you kill
    your just not ill
    i just cant feel.

    You say theres to much beef?
    I can tell dicks what you licken
    red meat is where its at,
    your just a fucking chicken.

    Yeah I called you a chicken,
    step it up and spit yo game
    cause all the rhymes you have
    sound exactly the god damn same
    and its a shame.

    learn to write and rhyme and then i'll test your skill,
    learn to use your words
    I'll teach you how to kill
    rip they nuts and guts
    ill teach you how to slice em
    dice em
    coagulate their blood
    man they had to pay the price.
     
  8. I just smoked some of that homegrown
    and its well known
    that my home grown
    is very well known
    but I know not
    what I do
    and I ask for
    forgivness
    for this rhyme
    and I hope that
    god will give it to me
    this time

    This rhyme is
    an epiphany,
    and its all
    from my cranium
    its not used
    just to kill
    but also as uranium

    It blows shit back to hell,
    where all you bitches belong
    and you know it wont be long
    before I rip the shit out yo bitches thong
    stick it in her
    and rip her like I rip my 3-perc bong

    This is only my 3rd freestyle,
    all of which were in this thread
    and I already got you nigg.as layin
    acting like little bitches
    acting still and actin dead

    this shits
    from a genius,
    youll never quite compare
    While your girlfriends away from you
    I be cummin in her hair
    I'll rip you,
    and gut you,
    and cut you, and
    hang you
    speakin of your guts,
    how you feelin everytime I'm tellin you I nut
    up in your girlfriend
    screamin out my name
    and its a shame
    that you will never feel fame
    and you just cant compare to me
    but I just talked to your girlfriend she said shes never came
    whats the problem mayn?
    but I cant complain,


    She's sucking my dick daily.
     
  9. Dogg... ur not hot...but I'm COLD-AS-SNOW, u couldn't HOLD-A-FLOW...if ya BLOWIN-YA-NOSE!!!/

    I'ma EXPOSE-OVERTHROWS... "diSARM ya CHEMISTRY"...ATOM...Is-not-MINISTRY/

    But I am KILLIN-LITERALLY...world-SUPREMACY, "Sat-a-light"...ta luminate ya MIMICKRY/

    Ya...LACK-VISION-SEE...go head' WACK-MISSION-B...Atom couldn't "impact"...FUSION-CHEMISTRY!/

    LOL......

    murked
     
  10. your "fusion chemistry"
    is old news, its history
    that idea just doesnt work though
    its still a mystery

    do the research,
    Yo, check it

    bralton discovered the shit in 19 eighty fo
    made the discovery
    had *****s knockin at his doe <---door bitches lawl
    they all loved the idea
    knew that it could be big
    the first thing they tried
    was using it on a big rig

    The idea failed horribly
    they made a fool of themselves,
    like this fool up here, hes making a fool of himself!
    anyways back to subject
    this ***** with the idea, tried placing it to light
    but the combustion of the molecules kept trying to fight
    exposion of combustion and anatamy of the animals
    this shit is like your head
    and I'm eating it like a cannibal
    he later was successful in his quest
    and it was alright but kinda like center
    just could never be the best.

    So you try to argue with these rhymes
    that flow right on time
    cause this dime
    and this lime
    with my shot
    of patron
    and its known
    that I bone
    on the phone
    with this pussys girlfriend
    while hes sittin there alone.
     
  11. I don't have to rap to impress
    you should have guessed...

    I got a grow thread!
    and everthing thing I said
    came true
    expect one or two
    click through,
    and you will see
    a Lowryder grow
    but no
    picutres of me

    Its pretty good
    and its understood
    I'm doing fine
    for my plants kind
    no-one can complain
    i'll explain
    if you post in the thread
    5 plants, 2 males, and no plants dead!

    (sound of DJ turntable scratching)

    Lowryder Marijuana Grow Thread
     
  12. I don't give a fuck Too many people wanting to rap battle me so this goes to yall
    My middle fingers stuck;
    Roll and duck
    Cuz I'm coming
    Best start running;
    Run you over and start humming
    This spit;
    Don't talk shit
    Cuz you got hit
    You suck, so quit;


    Your rhymes are lyrical crimes
    Bitch what you talkin' bout
    You don't got a home
    So how the fuck can you have a phone;
    You lie
    I can see it in your eyes
    My fist coming to pulverize
     
  13. ^gotta smash the OP....

    yo check it...

    On the Real-Tip...this cat is Bull-Shit
    my flow is deep...seem Murk-ish/
    .lurkish, or trollish...
    eat ya like foilage,
    n ruffle ya scheme...Moldish/
    Patrol, how my petrol is emBOLDEN...
    I cast "Yellow Stones"...spit molden/
    my Bread-Loafin...
    Instead-Holdin,
    Sad-Loathin...
    Stab-Most,-Then,
    Back-Postin...Last-Toastin,
    Stash-Those,-N...Pass-Postmen,
    Gasp,-Gash-Open...
    Mesh-Writtens, Best-Mc,
    Causin-Errosion,
    Surpass-Spokesmen
    done Smashed-Token...


    got flow? I murk in whatever style you choose...
     
  14. You say my rhymes are crime,
    tell me something i aint hearda
    my rhymes are fucking lethal
    my words they kill like murdah
    I spit at you with 50 shells
    blast you in yo dome nig.ga.
    metal piercing bullets, I'll send you straight to hell.

    I'm homies with the devil
    I informed him that your comin
    he said theres no escaping
    not even a chance at runnin.

    stay out my thread
    or are you here as a joke?
    either way your dead
    this is gonna make you fucking choke...

    To be continued... (sobering up)
     
  15. Your words kill cause your breath'
    Needs a mint
    Your breath so stinky
    You'd think it be the smell off a 12 year missing pinky;
    You talked to the devil himself
    So you became the devils little bitch elf
    Fuck the devil give me a shovel
    I'll bury both your asses and become trouble;
    You aint shit, you just stepped in my blood puddle

    (You got put down son that shit was ill)
     
  16. My response to "back from the dead" and " big mac lover" on first page. They asked for a second opinion so....



    ill be the one, im the second opinion,
    the mediator in the flesh the devils own minion.
    coming to show you the rap battle equation,
    read what i write i dont use persuation.
    Its me, its me im "back from the dead",
    ready to spread the lead through your head with my rhymes,
    teaching al the time to rid the stymes from the game
    its lame to point shame in others face.
    a desolate human man kind of discrace.,
    so what if hes from canada and skinny and white.
    isnt it the size of fight in the dog not the dog in the fight.
    I support your style "back from the dead"
    its mythodical,intelligent derrived from the head.
    Not some punk ass junk shit spit from the lips
    with no thought in it just lame ass yo mama rips.
    But thats okay one day he'll learn to read and write
    after hes the first one down in every lyrical fight
    I got your "back from the dead"
    With skills undermining my madness will spread
    intellectully destorying the kid begging for the mac....
    from the two canucks big mac got his big smack.
    So as the second opinion i rest my case,
    uncovered "big mac" the poetic disgrace.
    Go back to school and lay off the green,
    Read what you rap youll see what i mean
     
  17. I cut through amateurs, the gravel-you'll be-battlein
    ya rhymes stale, got no heart like mannequins,
    ill slit ya fuckin throat n ya own words you'll be standin-in
    have you stiff, doped up, arms out like i covered you in bandages (mummified bitch ;D )
    you cant handle it, cause lets face is Center equals average (somewhere in the middle, nothin special, average)
    ill sever thru ya battlements n ya bars?, that shit was the worst
    you talkin murder? only time you bustin-caps is when you "EDIT-YA-VERSE" (FOR REAL!)
    you think you hot until the merkin-gets-merked
    yea you get all cocky, he taking hard shit-in-reverse (homo?)
    i gotta knock kids off they stride, n when they slip-up it hurts
    i know what its like, i battled myself n each way i got burnt (true story)
    this is serious my fingers just glidin the keys
    got some weed, red-eyed n just threw on a beat.

    time to roll another.
     
  18. this shit aint nuthin but straight up fun , you seem to love talkin bout guns
    dude the type to miss out on smoke because he tounging the tip of the blunt
    ive read thru ya shit n it stinks, you aint a test, my first drop was a hint
    n honestly, the only time you lettin-off-shots, is when you cant afford more drink
    i could do this even writing less, i guess he must be snoozin in bed
    writers block or SHOOK? for like 15 minutes you were viewing this thread!
    N THEN YOU LEFT, it had me chuckling, i expected a reply
    and no doubt, when you read this you be all like "man i was tired"

    :bongin:
     
  19. My Mac-Claps-Back-Up, get Took If-Ya-Act-Up...I'll keep a "pen on ya skin"...like, bout Ta-Get-Tat-Up/
    Strap-wit-that-Fat-Cup...Hold-the-"Golden-Metal"...My "Eye" Sharp in "-07
    ...Mine-fr'-Rose-Pedals/ ( GoldenEye007, Mines, Blood)
    Pose-Letters, ta scope ya Nose-Level...ya "look interested"...I pro-pose you-hoes...now FOES-LEVELED/
    I "hold-down-hope"CLEVER..."kick"-flows-that-"leaf-better"...n "keep ya on the ground"...like "Four-Clovers"-SEVERED/
    I Pluck-Pros-For-EVER...way I "Wu-up-Six"...My Clan spit text Tang...we "Screw-up-Bics!"/
    Even my Screw-ups-Sick!...gon' say "he Blew-up-Big"...call me "Hells Angel".....once I Screw-up-Six!!!/
    My Flow-Off-Tip...I Water-the-Falls...I'm gon' be called "General"...way ya Pushin-ta-Fall/ (pushups)
    Ya'll Pace-is-Crawl...Sabatoged-Brawls...In "General I'm Bookee"...hmm...lets Bet-Agianst-Yall......./
     
  20. ^LOL! Can't lie, he speaks truth. But, Man I Was Tired!

    Yo, you came with some crack on those man. Nice to see ya on the boards...

    " ill sever thru ya battlements n ya bars?, that shit was the worst
    you talkin murder? only time you bustin-caps is when you "EDIT-YA-VERSE""

    ^Cr...Crack! Ouch...although not true, but still hurt.
     

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