Ate away by the haters, but see you could never be greater,Originally Posted by Pro-Found
Stop sucking up to others, why the **** are ya afraid-ta,
Go toe-to-toe with them, if you ****ing think they the best,
You aint got the ambition of an artist, they supposed to be a test,
You try to form coalitions, its retarded, this must be addressed,
How are you a gangster, when Pro was found wearing a dress?
You're supposed to call out names in your rhymes to diss em,
Not to give em your fanboy speeches and telling em you miss em,
You couldn't make me speechless, barely a dot on my system,
Can't even body me with 5 guys assistance,
Probably cos you're too busy trying to get them in position,
So you can be their little slave sex toy, that'll listen,
To every **** bar they spit, write it down as a script,
Take it to every ****ing record label, impressed as ****,
Straight to Dre, Hopsin, Eminem, Xzibit,
They'll say you're not in minimum boundaries, it won't be a hit,
You have good bars, but no flow, you're steel trying,
There's a difference giving up, and your mission defying,
The natural order of the world we live and we die in,
I have so much to gain from your death, like a Mayan,
High priest, The world will be a better place with your death,
Your bars aint worth mine, i'm wasting my breath.
TaylorMaximus, Template, BnBm I want my victory unanymous,
I don't want a shred of doubt, that falls outside my parameters,
You other rappers simply watch, you can be the security cameras,
To make this public execution, just a touch more glamorous,
Maybe i'll rip a head or two off and feed you to the animals.
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Originally Posted by BackInBlack
Check these skills, we aint seen much of yours.
You've "got a broom" so go clean up the flaws.
Yeah you got a "pad and pen" but that's the end;
You lack the depth, standard sense and stanza strength.
Word.
The texts presented...
Notes gripped in closed fists but you get the message.
..Check it:
If you try to "slap" this I'll return the fist..
Severed, with a letter sayin 'learn to hit'.
Or just come tear your heart out like a certain Miss.
You murmur myths.. Backinblack; I churn abyss.
Finished with the worthless scripts?
That ain't even hurt a bit.
Still you made the purpose fit;
Your rhyme's not a "timebomb" just a nervous tick..
Boom..?
Those words were time bombs? Sure, why not?
Slow enough blowin' up? Not on my watch.
Sayin that you have to slap?
I'll open palms and tap the sap.
He's high and those ain't battle raps,
Just the tree speakin' like gramoflanz.
He's high and fallin' off; a bad "Acrobat".
Not just any standard rat;
If that adapts to the mythos of hiphop
He's high on tree bringing disses like niddhog.
Checked your style, ashamed to say I fathered it..
That wasn't as advanced as this..
Wanna see "a fetus pop" like the blast-assists.
Kid..
Ain't got a "V8" but seems my speed's great
The way that I see the scene change these days.
Said he's high five times.. it's a nice excuse;
Might approve, but not got any substance it's just rhyme abuse.
Damn you.. The fact's true..
Could slap Back with cliches; that's mass-use. -
Got a fire hose for
Infected tonsils and wild ***'s/
Till biten' throats yield same tones
as forum pros battlin' flows
Adapt or erode
Gravel or gold
Weeds still grow even after the garden has been sewn
When will a medic diagnose?
I'm goin comatose
This sick prose gonna overdose,
and die alone
Maxs' 'script is fukin dope
Max cyphers in cryptic code
Max is high, at home
Lookin out my fukin window
A school bus is visible
Meadow on the mountains
Dragons attackin', civility lackin'
breathin fire out there asses
Aimed at school classes
Like holocaust gasses, whole scene is tragic
Grass clappin'
Nostril sniffs an avalanche
Neurons are snowed in
like it's a habit
I do it again
And wonder is this worth the consequence...
As eye twitches and hand clenches
On the mountain that I'm sittin
I'm contemplating how high up...
I'm gettin.
Sh!t looks different
Elevation: Acid or deliverance
Depends on addiction or religion
Ocean depth: Maximus
I'm an old soul, Titans trust
I'm muhfukin Picasso,
I eat lunch with the Pope of Rome
Declare a pope in Constantinople
On a crusade to the Holy land
I brought my dope
Then got stoned.
Like Van Gough
I paint a whole fukin lot
So when I paint a whole fukin parkin lot the concept goes:
Ambulances stopped: engine
Phones cut off
Medics panickin itchin
Nurses crying, dyin, depression
All the older gents consider anthrax a blessin
Max the intelligent let that sh"t thru the air vent
then went to visit cancer kids cuz he can, but no malevolence
with gas masks latched to oxygen bags they sat all sad with acceptance
Tmax knew what he had to do.
Knotted tubes so no airflow could get through
lectured them just like the dad they didn't have would do
Whispered sweet something's til Kenny entered soon, no sound like a mute when Kenny tiptoed through the room
Max using the ultimate attack: Kenny's computer was smashed with caveman tactics
Kenny couldn't even reboot her with magic
I'm viler than most and lastin
Most have a vile boast and dam'ned flow
And were the last pick on any list
With a Hoover ego.
Been practicin multis since two days ago
Tie tongues into O's with simple syllables
Then fuk that glory hole while her mouth isn't closed, I'm horny
From forming a gory story, whole.
Talk slowly or choke
But talking slowly is boring
Bich looks like "oh"
Clever warning,
max is learning better wording -
Hey You Lookin' like a Cyclone hit you, Originally Posted by Levi Pruett
**** it, you can take the mic home with you,
how a Yellow kid gon' diss you.
I be spittin' this **** wickedly,
I'm pennin' **** Litterally,
I be writing this **** with 12 bars they're dope,
I really think that you should start using some soap. Lol -
Whats the Difference between us,
We could start and the pen1s. -
Talk about Satan,
Get yo *** kicked by a saint then,
You became a stripper so that you could just pay rent,
If you wanna spit instead just say it then,
because I'm the one that's gonna,
make you seek advice from wise men,
I was warm for you and then,
I ain't never gonna be the same again,
If you see me spitting this sh1t wickedly,
You better get your *** outta there quickly,
Or I'm gonna pull out my big guns and verse you uncivilly,
When I pull out my guns I'll pop a few rounds,
smoke a few pounds,
smoke a few towns,
What's a ***** gotta do for respect,
I dont know but his gotta keep his crew in check. -
"Check these skills, we aint seen much of yours.
You've "got a broom" so go clean up the flaws.
Yeah you got a "pad and pen" but that's the end;
You lack the depth, standard sense and stanza strength."
You smell like a dead animal..
And it looks like bnb wore camo
I couldn't see any ammo from s
Did he fire any? If so he didn't land many.
I respect you less
plenty of intelligent vets
Yet this rap looked like prodigys next attemptin text
What happened s?
Your the reason I even attempted spitten disses
You were da best at flippin scripts
Now you waste thread
And only flip your flops,
When not eatin chips.
Only gets out of bed cuz it hurts to hold piss
Borrow bnbs broom and clean up your s@it,
That dust on the keyboard? Start dustin it
A fact you must find as hard as I...
I couldn't even glance any further without rotting an eye
sbu you goin blind?
Where's your complex impactful lines
A time long behind ya?
Need I remind ya, you inspired a lot of writas
**** buryin I'll cremate you alive, out of kindness
It seems you already died...
your rhymes are less than a biter
Who bites your own design
his stinking stanzas stank like carcasses left in humid weather
he is a cross dresser
It's apparent in the hoofs he tries to wear in any weather
Wants to be a centaur but can't get his dik back from the freezer
Doctor said it's a dogs favorite dessert
So sorry an artificial will have to work?
His other half acts like it had a stroke,
Won't move unless for the remote
Which half? Both..
So how does he move?
He don't
horn hangs above stable stall
Form sloppy, like he don't care about nothin
Sbu is ready to be put to sleep
Resignation you can see in lines from his jaw
No chance for victory
Not even if everyone else lost
And he was left the only remaining
This Pegasus couldn't fly again
Even if gravity stopped
Standard rat stands a chance
against this jack*****?
Do doubt about it: it's factual
This unicorn is a mule with no tact or skill
he used to possess an anvil,
to craft verbs and kill
A damsel would be found dead, head smashed, clothes stole
handle from a broom marked the receipt as S' bill, and new wardrobe
Flawless? Less flaws more involved
Break a mandible off a mans face
You wouldn't even leave a scar
You used to make it look easy
Now it's hard to look at ya at all
without thinking of slaughtering
You In your barnyard stall
lol glad I'm not in your place
Man oh myth
This unicorns done lost his horn
but is too gay to be a Pegasus -
A cyclone hit me, Originally Posted by -AzNKyRo-
i punched back and created a sea
tsunami's worship me as a deity
Took the mic home
sung karaoke, and jacked off with dove soap
til my eyes burned, dik shined
showed racial proof im a white guy
i scrubbed some more times
til i was out of testorone
and feelin satisfied
but still had a bone
to pick. You spit wicked?
sure in a halloween outfit
dressed like a witch
spittin' dribble, or curses?
a retard that forgot he was 27
thought he was six
bro come on
give the candy back to them little kids
you yella belly bich,
sideways vagina, slanty eyed
and only allowed one kid
shut up and keep makin my products
you asian communist
look a yella kid got dissed,
called asian and made fun
of for the limit on kids
Idk if you asian but i sure hope you is
Write a litteral letter to your family members
describe to them America
Racist sinners, pro spenders
fast cars, an movie flics
Along with *****holes
that dont give 2 shits about feelins'
that chinamen could have?
That needs provin'
to bad.
I have proof of resentment
so get back to doin' ya committment
or ill ship ya to ethiopa and starve ya with fluids
i pissed for your benefit
Lay my fukin train tracks
ill lay your girls *** in the grass
and while i bang her back end
youll bring me coke
and tell her she's glad
so act it, scream in an accent
when max is done with contact
change her name...
I have a hard time rememberin' loud bangs
like is she a human?
no she a crewman
and she better know who she doin' -
Caution
Dude Is Dis Ur Rap/step Back/fashion Kid Wit A Cap/so Boy Give Me A Tap
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Die loser scum
give back your fathers cum
you unwanted bum
you can sniff mine
bet it smells better than your home
after cleanin time
how do you pronounce your name again?
sounds Mexican
so ill sacrifice you in Mayan style
like an indian
sick of white men
oh sit im white
sometimes I forget when i
write, hype lines
stereotypes,
kinda like when a black guy rhymes
i would cause stereos to type
like dam max he does it just right
for the simple mind
im gods design
when i write
text are defined for higherminds
for enlightenment is simple for
the analytic mental
all these half attempts
drivin me over a bridge
that was sarcastic suspense
sorry i had to explain; for the idiots
im gettin hostile, i wanna kill somethin
and i never got to finish my vodka
as i bust a nut in couplets
im wacka then a saggin' cracker
i do more crack than an average packet
i like saltines im a mean addict
butter them biscuits bich
Kenny take notes
this is what ramblin is
you pathetic medic you a dumb kid
youll never get your license
cuz you couldn't diagnose a poem
if it was sick
ill smack you like algebra did
when your calculator was stolen
slice your insides, feed you your colon
i was curious on whats the inside
when stomach was opened
looks like a good place to hide, im hopin -
I don't write to burn you alive, anymore, Originally Posted by taylormaximus
I'm tryna ressurect the strong you, Lord Voldermort,
Like your bars are truthfully getting wacker,
I preferred you pretending you was a gun clapper,
Than you being my worst student, the class clown, the slacker.
Stan two when it comes to SBU,
And don't worry I see you, Tryna come back in,
Stir up ****, and some here'll envy you,
Dont **** with me online, i live in NE2,
"Tmax knew what he had to"
B1tch please you have so many names for yourself,
you're getting confused.
You're too young to be having an identity crisis,
You're too old for me to able to bully you like this,
So I'm sending you to the monster like i'm King Minus,
You can't be on this throne, you're lines are minor,
Sounds like the ramblings of an on a lunch break miner,
Don't compete with the level of Krept and Konan, Kuniva,
Why the **** do you even spit? Its a waste of saliva,
Submandibular glands, must be one-of-a-kind-ta,
Be able to put up with the **** you spit,
Top off the dome better than the **** you write,
Maybe i can help you, give you a starter kit,
So you can go back, maybe try to start again?
Actually no just leave, no new tricks up your sleeve,
You can be my slave, for lunch i want chicken mushroom kiev,
Its cute you been hustling, practicing multis,
Its a shame now you're back to cutting this poultry, for me,
How about you use your words to make an interesting story?
Here's an example, i'm a teacher, i'll help you,
Max is back with a new dish on the menu,
Max is begging his boss, they're increasing my rent-you-
Wouldn't be able to give me a payrise would you?
Kenny looks at the broken shell in front of him disgusted,
Where's the ambition gone? Has that little skill you had rusted?
Here's a sock I release you, you're a free elf now,
Stop making wack bars, you don't need to be that clown,
Its sad to see, cos part of me is stopping me,
Telling you to improve, is adding a factor of risk in the monopoly,
I current hold in this scene, But i wanna win properly,
I wanna beat the best at their best, so there's noone in front of me,
So i can lay an onslaught of eternal demolition,
Verbal slaughter time its vicious,
These little *****es getting sent back to do the dishes,
If you havent been acknowledged by me already,
You don't have to worry you're safe in your sleep from Kenny,
Claws crafted from the devils forge, Imitating of the style of Freddy,
Krueger, Verbal perception on a level where you got choose the,
Meaning of the bars you see, cos this level was never meant to be,
Reached, by a mortal, it's good i never die,
Not even from falling angel statues in the sky (yageddit?),
I'm the closest thing to a god, that god would even let live,
Claws of a t-rex, arms of Lebron james, every benefit,
To help me survive, thrive, grow, claim this Earth as my own,
While Tmax is in his bedroom, furiously masturbating alone,
I'm a medic who's curiously penetrating his mum with a stone. -
artistic,
Wiping my *** on a canvas
You Better Get Back on your cactus,
prick,
My rhymes are sick,
You Be stuck sucking sheep d1ck,
I'm a Badass,
I stole the Devils Walking stick,
Sometimes you ask your self "Why I gotta be such a salty ****",
While I'm Rolling up a blunt,
and your having a sprunt,
Having the time of your life,
and in the background someone stabs you with a knife,
and you just be like "oh **** , Im in strife"
While the thick of the knife is stuck inside of you,
and I'm In line to get a new shampoo,
and I got my pen and pad,
I'm turning the page,
covering the page,
doing it over the drum and the bass,
shaping the clay,
paving the way,
true is the blood that runs in my veins,
outta my way,
I'm outta my cage,
I'm Running away and becoming amazed,
some of the pain,
summon the pain,
Tru is my blood filled with cocaine. -
Fuk your comparison..stan?
Kenny can die
im the only one ta flex this depth,
like im scuba divin' with fishin' lines
hooked like an addiction,
cypherin' dope prose? Fulfillin'
like this medic isn't
wants equal competition? so do I
where to get it? Ive done already tried
shouldve made your first mission ta get alvicopopple
he don't reply
instead you write magic rhymes?
im an immortal, tho Kenny never dies.
You muggle up rap
compounds are muddled
like deep mud I got stuck
trying to unjumble
no luck, Kenny sucks
so I sat in wonder
compliment or subtle diss?
Kennys to retarded to think before writin' it
Blame his pedigree, he been hidin' it
Riddled with bad blood
Kenny copyrighted
Rowlin' with the references
How to make a horcrux?
First you need ta have a soul left
Make sure its Kenny dyin'....
Kenny the identity crisis...
are you king midas?
Who do I address as I write this?
fuk it Kenny aint worth tryin'
when he tryin' to try again
dissed himself..
hes a medic so he's helpin' max
Like expected.
Are you Oedipus?
explains the rex reference
I am not curious as to where the stones placement
in your own mum... sounds invasive
like my privacy you..invaded
If im in my own room, mad at my bone
doing what I do when im alone...
how did you know what I was doin...?
I don't wanna know....Last edited by taylormaximus; 05-18-2015 at 06:53 AM. Reason: errors duh
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Satan lines worked, I've ignited the flames up under your as$, Originally Posted by taylormaximus
A true artist, respects an opponent even if their not in the same class,
That Minas flip was dope, you literally had me dangling on the rope,
But then it anti-climaxed, the b1tch in you had to let me go,
I appeal to the select few, To bring me down to Earth you need the right fuse,
Need to be a lyricist, that can also write ballads, and haikus,
Thats the only way to defeat me,think about it if i lose,
People in the forum'll get upset and they'll find you,
Drag you out kicking and screaming,
Kenny never dies cos i've got the soul of a demon,
Torturing your hernial orifices, don't you dare think about leaving,
I ain't gonna stop the torture, when you stop breathing,
Put you in recovery position punch a hole through your heart, stick-my-keys-in,
You'll pay off my uni bills, cos i need the p's in,
Call you Chamberlain, the way you be appeasing,
Get an angel-in, still don't have a chance of defeating,me,
For too long, this little b1tch been crying about me,
421, The complex i'm inviting you to the scene, of
41 murders, all carried out by me,
Thought he won, But now its a good idea to flee,
What's he done, showing off against basic schemes,
Story none, bars on negatives,
Thinks he got the artistic impact of pride and prejudice,
But your pride and prejudice, led to you being slipped sedatives,
Waking up in a bath of blood, from your own relatives,
Finally getting me, my bars are relative,
I build your hopes for equality, let you think your my nemesis,
But you're just that spotty teenager, that no girl will ever kiss.Last edited by KennyNeverDies; 05-18-2015 at 12:08 PM. Reason: **** editing
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Supernovas and black holes must've collided
Cuz super-flows and Black's soul is no longer united
Once provided, light for uninvited outsiders
To be guided, now that same light
been divided, and stepped on
wrecked on
Gassed out, empty Shells and no Chevron
Is he rapping, or attempted singing: Zac Efron,
In high school musical
Your high fool? So what, your body's low in a funeral
Pharmaceuticals couldn't reduce your innumerable
Fluctuating chemical imbalances
Lacks dopamine (dope schemes) in the hypothalamus
Blasphemous raps from an average analysis
As blasphemous as Kenny claiming he's blastin caps with savage callousness
I'm authentic, no need for gun bars
My gun does the talking, competitors run far
This how you smoothly soothe G's minds while they sippin
your poetic smoothie, dude is too groovy
Move B,
You fell from my top 3, down to a white-girl groupie
_S ain't much harder either, goofy
_S is blessed 'Mack didnt enter this movie
Last rap he got ate raw, sushi
I'm finna stab a throat
In the middle while I grab a coke
Laugh at my mentors while they have a choke
Bastards get a left jab or stroke
I'm Ali in the back of the ropes
Hay-makers make Mayweather's record gladly revoked
My hooks and weaves, leave audience dazzled
Boxer boxes up washed out rappers in gravel
Send the package to their mother, i did it with my hands in shackles
Yes I'm behind bars but yall are behind in bars
I rewind all of your lines, hoping it'll hit me hard
And it does hit me hard...like a pillow ripped and scarred
Flip Scripts? I flip planets then take a sh;t in Mars
The Wordsmith's words are blurred and sh;t
Futuristic Kydz will look back at Black and say "never heard of it".
He came back as wack as a purposeless Copernicus
With no new invention, just venting his worthlessness
Nervousness causing merciless murderous rap racing turbulence
F3ck off your soft, I'm the new Pilot
Open your eyelids, take a look at your rap, then come back when you re-style itLast edited by Template; 05-18-2015 at 12:43 PM.
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Dopeness Originally Posted by Template
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Dopest verse i've seen a competitor bringing, Originally Posted by Template
Sympathetic NS got the adrenaline kicking,
HPT axis activated, Immunological response is aggrevated,
Fight or flight, I can't run, Testosterone been elevated,
I've annihilated many, You went and took the pie and ate it,
Converted Jews into muslims, dropping bombs to get em praying,
This is a verse on too high a calibre to play in,
Time to rip these pricks arms and see him flailing,
I put a challenge out for you all to improve,
Didn't think words were so powerful, but this shits the proof,
I can indoctrinate the masses, Sit up high in my palace,
But that doesn't mean i can afford to be callous,
Simple daily regiments, to announciate the eloquence,
Need to slow this **** down, take some verbal ketamins,
So people can formulate in their brains the s*it i'm spitting,
Damaging then healing, administering penicillin,
To the villain, just so he can be a sideman like Krillin?
I wanna see his repsonse, if he can cope with the grilling,
So i can left him right up down A, and finish him.
B1tch why you addressing Black? Haven't you heard yet?
Orange is the new Black, so this is the merger,
Between a cartoon character and the clothes that he wears,
Dropping bombs so you can find me, A lyrical flare. -
all y'all is are high men
ill bust y'all like hymens
im a lion, with pride in his den
a whole crew ill slaughter with my violent pen
run faster than an african after ya chickens
ramble like kenny when writin' an openin'
laugh like a hyena when foes try maximus
they just hopin max isnt who wrote his
im just lackin' intent at the moment
template washed away with the old script
left nothin for max to slaughter them with
for now just leave myself as an open target
come get a hit
make it easy heres a bonus
ima bich caint rap for sh!t
i cry after takin a ****
i dont wanna flush,
its like my kid
i need medicine or somethin' just as potent
do you have any idea how bloated my boastin' is
im just an average ken, barbies my fukin bich
sometimes i hope i make sense
since i cant seem to make a cent off the government
fuk benifits ill live with out em
develop my own track then skip half of em
im sick, vomited on my pad
then called it rap and posted fast
so thanks for lookin' past my past
but im proud where i was at
now im justa cruisin cab
losin' cash, boosin past my usual
liver gonna last?
probably not its cashed like my brutal tact
donor list? top of that is where my name is
im brainless
someone attack that has not
been battlin' the same loggins
since i logged on
im starvin' for some peons -
You tried rhyming chicken with violent pen, Originally Posted by taylormaximus
Max i need to refer you over to psychiatry again,
Cos you keep thinking you the best, then coming with wack bars,
You're confused, in the church, screaming ALLAHU AKBHAR,
Only time you rapping circles, putting your scarf over your face,
You a terrorist wannabe, you think you ISIS?
***** you as powerful with words as Vanilla Ice Is.
I split apart any bonds you made, hydrolysis,
You can disrepect but you can't script them like this,
I watch you while you sleeping, scoped in, i can see you cry tears,
You whisper when you talk, cos you're scared that i'll hear,
Taylor, Max, TMax, I can smell fear,
I see through your bars, they ain't steel its clear,
You think you a gangsta, but still it's clear,
Max composes inferior despotic lines cos he acknowledges his lack of career. -
Kenny rhymes isis with vanilla ice and is
a violent pen spelt chicken, who's more creative
in this sense?
words from a medic with no license
I wont listen. id rather listen to ISIS terrorist torturin'
with vanilla ices' hymns
fuk with it im a vanilla terrorist, icin' with homonyms
yet he's a chemist when he hydrolysis with his bf
only experimentin'
he claims, but its obvious from how fast he's quick
to compliment men for bruisin' his brain
keeps a dictionary within reach
to use after every 4 syllable word he reads
kennys lame, not a loser
just handicapped
his cerebellum broke in half
unevenly cracked, now he raps
with no tact
gotta laugh, template used more healthcare terms
than Kenny does on his midterms
id write more, but out of kindness ill sign this as a goodbye
stop replyin' you germ, parasite
one die I do hope you die
