Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

Originally Posted by _SBU

I'm tired of these tired writers writing what they're tired of.
You say they say the same things; it's a trend y'all tend to try a lot.
I'm an eminent god that legend forgot..
I'll leave your "head on the rocks" when it's severed and dropped.
Not to boast, you gotta know, a god to most commonfolk..
Y'all look a little different but still sound the same like homophones.
Yo, no misogyny..
But this Miss on a G..?

Hey I kinda liked your Rushmore lines..
Shoulda stopped there but you rush more lines.
And there's still a lot that's not yet said..
'Rushmore' what? I rock Dead Prez.

Wait.. yep.. I'll turn Reckless to train wreck..
You're asking who's better, yeah? then let's namecheck:
Pro-found, maybe ain't the profoundest,
But he'd leave this foe pounded and silent..
You make Alliance seem mighty as giants.. please..
You make a verse from JayVee seem like straight heat, it's a great feat.. clever..
Yours makes X-Z-Mon..whatever..bunch of letters..
Seem like the best damn rap name ever.

See, shee said we "really ain't sh*t", and I'm thinking..
The Slick Rick of this "sh*t", with an 'i' missing.
Your rap's like a damn scream,
I mean.. I should ban-Shee.
Who is 'Shee', the queen of Sheeba,
No, more like some weak amoeba.
Brief method: I'll just call her Shee Reckless, since..
I'll ignore an 'ex' if she keeps pesterin'. Whatever.

See, I mean, please.. Shee Reckless?
Shee puts out just to get a free breakfast.
Word is born, but just cut it out; C-sections.
I wrote you a verse, you deserve a brief mention
at best..
And the rest..
And the rest will confess that your style is "tired";
It's tired of never being admired.
Tired of never feeling inspired..
Or inspired by thrills without skills to apply 'em
I wonder..?
Burning the bridges these trolls hide under.
Doin' what I do with diligence, you knew that doom is imminent.
You wanna rap like pastor Troy..? Fuit Ilium.

that was cute i gotta give you a round of applause
i really gotta laugh at that buffoonery only simple because
ima laid back smooth cat young fresh fellow
never braging never boasting im just cool clean and mellow
im a product of my environment that made it out the ghetto
from banging on heavy metal to banging on instrumentals
since a younging i had followers, consider me popular
look thru your binoculars you see aint nothing hotter bruh
i got them mad enough, i can tell they aggravated
figured someone had to say it ok now its back to basics
i got it now n not a min late so make room while i ventilate im about to regulate
i drop bombs then i detonate, you just food on the dinner plate ill rip you up and then assimilate
ill leave you post traumatic from stressin over my words obsessing cuz every bar is horrifying to perfection
give me a minute just to set the tone
ill kill anybody hating and use YOU as a stepping stone
rip to the unfortunate i killed in 3rd degree , a thousand degree speech when i speak i burn things
and they faker then your chain thats making your neck turn green
speaking of green who rocks dead presidents?
last i checked only thing you rocking was cents
think you lost all common sense i hope you dont take offense
in my defense when i say i think your a little dense
you left yourself open for it i have to admit
im the dominatrix you the submissive so go ahead and submit
as far as the "train wreck" how bout we just let the homies run a train
you acting like you want it cuz all your verses keep doing is sayin my name
but i grew bored with your simplicity your 15 seconds of fame is up
thank you for being the guinea pig to my warm up

Originally Posted by XzMon3yBC

like the creator of this thread anybody of any age or gender so like you said ill treat you like everyone else
so your request has been granted like when you get it from the make a wish foundation
You flow is good ill give you that but its time to pick up the slack thats what a real freestyle r's do
So you ready for the battle for the money i think i got what it takes to make this battle against you Reckless
If not i'll still give you what i got to offer so i wish for the best out of us 2 the best of luck
Hopefully i beat you if not i might need to get the flow and dough from starbuck's
everyone also whats the best girl but you dont know till you do what is what you desire and what you be looking for
So you can call me Rufio so its time for the end of the round comeback so its time to step back or step up but i know you gonna step up
So i wish you the best of luck but its a fair game and anyone can win this Freestyle.

haha thank you hun its all fun and games hope no one takes this personally. i like the challenge

Originally Posted by _SBU

I'm tired of these tired writers writing what they're tired of.
You say they say the same things; it's a trend y'all tend to try a lot.
I'm an eminent god that legend forgot..
I'll leave your "head on the rocks" when it's severed and dropped.
Not to boast, you gotta know, a god to most commonfolk..
Y'all look a little different but still sound the same like homophones.
Yo, no misogyny..
But this Miss on a G..?

Hey I kinda liked your Rushmore lines..
Shoulda stopped there but you rush more lines.
And there's still a lot that's not yet said..
'Rushmore' what? I rock Dead Prez.

Wait.. yep.. I'll turn Reckless to train wreck..
You're asking who's better, yeah? then let's namecheck:
Pro-found, maybe ain't the profoundest,
But he'd leave this foe pounded and silent..
You make Alliance seem mighty as giants.. please..
You make a verse from JayVee seem like straight heat, it's a great feat.. clever..
Yours makes X-Z-Mon..whatever..bunch of letters..
Seem like the best damn rap name ever.

See, shee said we "really ain't sh*t", and I'm thinking..
The Slick Rick of this "sh*t", with an 'i' missing.
Your rap's like a damn scream,
I mean.. I should ban-Shee.
Who is 'Shee', the queen of Sheeba,
No, more like some weak amoeba.
Brief method: I'll just call her Shee Reckless, since..
I'll ignore an 'ex' if she keeps pesterin'. Whatever.

See, I mean, please.. Shee Reckless?
Shee puts out just to get a free breakfast.
Word is born, but just cut it out; C-sections.
I wrote you a verse, you deserve a brief mention
at best..
And the rest..
And the rest will confess that your style is "tired";
It's tired of never being admired.
Tired of never feeling inspired..
Or inspired by thrills without skills to apply 'em
I wonder..?
Burning the bridges these trolls hide under.
Doin' what I do with diligence, you knew that doom is imminent.
You wanna rap like pastor Troy..? Fuit Ilium.

Well we can all atone to the old gods and the new, Game of thrones has more nods then SBU?
More like SVU by the time I'm through with the ol 1,2. I'm your bully now and in this rape Fantasy call me Schoolboy Q.
How do you want it? Rough or snuff? Either way you're getting choked like a chicken and stuffed by dickens for this barbeque.
Not a god but a goddamn burn victim after this roast so lets toast, Fuit Ilium. SVU is no more, a ghost. Not to boast but if you reply to this, it'll be considered your suicide note. This isnt a hoax its a lobotomy of sheer sodomy a fu##ery so take these pills for the pain Ive ingrained cause I drilled in a screw. Heres a scoop the news calls this Green Day, Brain Stew. What a shame another administrator...et tu? Tossed like a ceasar crowd pleaser as I drive my knife in his side a dark light goes out as I stare in his eyes and breathe like vader. Traitor? No just a budhist named Judas whos doing everyone a favour. Rest in piss, ascend to the pearly gates and may you be showered with necklases to savour gargle that flavour. This isn't up for debate Its a disclaimer, I'm the Bane of your existence I leave you Backman Broke. No Joker, no need, I mean lets be blunt you smoked and I'm cancer. I painted a picture for you a romancer with lyricism replicating an aneurysm, call it the masterstroke. Achilles heel severed my words venom of an adder added to a dagger peered the veil of truth, you're a mere mortal to the commonfolk in jeopardy what is SVU?

Originally Posted by Shee XReckless

that was cute i gotta give you a round of applause
i really gotta laugh at that buffoonery only simple because
ima laid back smooth cat young fresh fellow
never braging never boasting im just cool clean and mellow
im a product of my environment that made it out the ghetto
from banging on heavy metal to banging on instrumentals
since a younging i had followers, consider me popular
look thru your binoculars you see aint nothing hotter bruh
i got them mad enough, i can tell they aggravated
figured someone had to say it ok now its back to basics
i got it now n not a min late so make room while i ventilate im about to regulate
i drop bombs then i detonate, you just food on the dinner plate ill rip you up and then assimilate
ill leave you post traumatic from stressin over my words obsessing cuz every bar is horrifying to perfection
give me a minute just to set the tone
ill kill anybody hating and use YOU as a stepping stone
rip to the unfortunate i killed in 3rd degree , a thousand degree speech when i speak i burn things
and they faker then your chain thats making your neck turn green
speaking of green who rocks dead presidents?
last i checked only thing you rocking was cents
think you lost all common sense i hope you dont take offense
in my defense when i say i think your a little dense
you left yourself open for it i have to admit
im the dominatrix you the submissive so go ahead and submit
as far as the "train wreck" how bout we just let the homies run a train
you acting like you want it cuz all your verses keep doing is sayin my name
but i grew bored with your simplicity your 15 seconds of fame is up
thank you for being the guinea pig to my warm up

..So you're a "dominatrix" ..but I dominate tricks.
..Seems we got us a problem ey chick?

Fine, I'll let you "set the tone".
I'll set the pace like metronomes.
"Assimilate"? assimilate..?
You took too long to "warm up"; that's a-simmer-late.
When you 'speak you burn things'..? The worst sinner..
You chat on the phone too long and burn dinner.
Glad to hear you "ventilate"..
Had to clear the stench you make.

My flow's mighty but I'm try'na work out if you don't like me
or perfecting projecting your own psyche, most likely.
It's clear you aren't on it. It's clear you aren't honest.
If you're the one "dropping bombs" I'm Barnes Wallis.

If you're a "smooth cat" that's a manx and you failed when
This is where your tale ends..
No you'll never stay the length..
If you're a cat that's a stray at best..
Grey; depressed.. scraped an' bled..
Lame an' stressed (with 'layman' stressed).

Welcome to the forum though;
Built a fort from fallen foes.
Drops so hot they thaw the snow;
Sure to form a source of floes.

Said you getting "back to basics"? that's debated.
Even then you had to fake it.
Step up.. your texts suck..
and "guinea pig"s a silly quip when you test drugs.

As a youth "I had followers" too, mostly cops,
In hot pursuit with loaded glocks, scoping shots.
"Binoculars" what? Got no reason to see for:
C4? No you only "detonating" with weak force.
You can't perceive the imagery, wearin' a blindfold.
King of the ring, no bling but the Rheingold.
Forget a "fake chain"..
You'd better make way..

Spittin' back that ammo you feed me.
I don't even need fake chains, like Houdini.

Hella crude rapper and you never knew swagger.
Skewed grammar.
Fakes make my "neck turn green" like Bruce Banner.
True anger.

I don't know what you call advanced if this script is "simplicity".
Traded "15 second fame" for an infinity of infamy.
I ain't just prophet.. I write the future.
Got "dead presidents", 'on the reel', like Zapruder.

I don't even need "cents"..
I mean.. pence..
Your whole style seems spent;
Might put a price on this queen's head.

It's nice you view my lines as cute, your rhymes are crude, mic abuse.
You're the Nidhogg of hiphop coz you bite The Roots.

Originally Posted by Cinéphile Rappist

Well we can all atone to the old gods and the new, Game of thrones has more nods then SBU?
More like SVU by the time I'm through with the ol 1,2. I'm your bully now and in this rape Fantasy call me Schoolboy Q.
How do you want it? Rough or snuff? Either way you're getting choked like a chicken and stuffed by dickens for this barbeque.
Not a god but a goddamn burn victim after this roast so lets toast, Fuit Ilium. SVU is no more, a ghost. Not to boast but if you reply to this, it'll be considered your suicide note. This isnt a hoax its a lobotomy of sheer sodomy a fu##ery so take these pills for the pain Ive ingrained cause I drilled in a screw. Heres a scoop the news calls this Green Day, Brain Stew. What a shame another administrator...et tu? Tossed like a ceasar crowd pleaser as I drive my knife in his side a dark light goes out as I stare in his eyes and breathe like vader. Traitor? No just a budhist named Judas whos doing everyone a favour. Rest in piss, ascend to the pearly gates and may you be showered with necklases to savour gargle that flavour. This isn't up for debate Its a disclaimer, I'm the Bane of your existence I leave you Backman Broke. No Joker, no need, I mean lets be blunt you smoked and I'm cancer. I painted a picture for you a romancer with lyricism replicating an aneurysm, call it the masterstroke. Achilles heel severed my words venom of an adder added to a dagger peered the veil of truth, you're a mere mortal to the commonfolk in jeopardy what is SVU?

O really Cinephile you cant even come up with a line for my flow or my name dam bro i though you had some game
But You a hokes which is a joke to us which is a shame looks like i got to kill another fool who aint got all the required skills to be able to hang with us
So its time to take this trash out to the dump truck and drive that sh*t to the dam Starbucks so they can hopefully make the new and improved cinephile free style but if not ill drop you in the river like im the dump truck so now whats you new plan man you got nothing?
then die in the grave from which te came
Btw this is how you use my name in a freestyle,,
Yo its they X to the Z money whos ready to rumble back in te streets of the nyc whos bored before bc as the longest MotherF#cker of this planet ready to smash these D#cks to pieces his flow is legit he got nothing to lose but everything to gain so whats you choice dog you what some or na bruh so time to die so get wreck dog cause your do Double g cant save you now he down in the dumps today cause of you stealin his 420 day so im the terminator to terminate you from this world cause this is you faith so now die in your grave

@ pro clown..he's found around circus dudes...

I got thru the 3rd bar and fast forward the rest
You got them garbage bars u recycle from the best
I best u bar by bar while urz lack that niche
U can eat ur own words n it's hard to digest
I suggest u quit while ur a head..scum bag
I slice bread get the butter cream all spread
Cracking eggs to hot shells ya muffin head
I eat ur death threat for lunch..
Break fast when I devour U for brunch
The clip click fast like a like hit on youtube button
I destroy foes with hot flow grill the steak all flanky..
This is child play u playing childish game..
U can get ya face stitch up like chucky
I turn u to soup..chunky
Feed ya to the dogs and junkies
U going bananas over there..beating ya chest!!
hype'n yaself up like a lil monkey (huh)
I got the dope in the flow u gettin blows to the dome no keys..
Ali still got the flows unlock..its mysterious mastery
Majestically lyrically legacy that etch in mythology..
sucker I'm the 8th world wonders..
I'm known as the truth..the hidden world histories..
While U have no past in no futures!!
How can u present to me??
Ur flow that kindda generic azz cracks its fake on the street!!
Pro found mind chained up..hang down called it low-keys
This kid lost n confused such a vulnerable youth
Try'a absorb it all from society like a drug scene
Or I can change up the scheme make it pro-green
Make it pro-beans..pro-soy style he just shooting all beans..
out the azz he's just flapa-gasses high off his own azz gasses
Its evidence u gotta repent for ya whack azz lyricist...
Stereo typical type of mislead youth
u aint got nothing to lose n barely the gains
U got two jobs but still aint getting paid???
No steez in ya style ur an underachievement
No chickenz in ya account..still living in ya mama basement!!
Ur that kind of flavor like old stale chips..dry o'lays
While I keep my finger tip stackin the chips..
I'm scrapping the cheddar of my finger tips all day!!
When I shoot out it like the 4th of july all sprays..
I got the hans solo glock equipped with the forces..
that shoot laser all straight!!
Ur anticipating some miracle to happen..
Son..Lately..Im the best thing thats in ur life lesson
Listen when I blast u to smithereens!!
I'm holding two Deagle unloading 14...
Double pump ya 12 gauges like a 24 shots semi auto shotty..
no kick back aiming all sturdy..
U wanna play dirty I'll blow ya face off all durtyy!! (LoL)
U got shiet on ur face ya shiet faced!!
Like cold cases thats locked in old cases..wasted!!
I tarnish this bashful n skull fucc this azzhoe
Got my name on his lip like a chick with mouthful of dlcks..
I know u been eating dlcks!!
But really tho ur lines get break down like single stick
I inflict pain with cuts that run deep..internal bleeding n shiet!!
ya bastard can't act right like a child with fatherless..past
dramatized n shiet...face it!!
he abandon ur azz becuz u aint worth his tasks
Still Ya pops be a shamed of what u have become of ur craft..
a diaster waiting to happen a lameazz-ster
Momma crying out cuz ur now an internet wangster
So now u mad at the world, failing ur anger-management class
U get pass in this game ur gas wont last!!
Alliance handle u two Ls with the right and left
Quick right str8 that put ya night to rest
Im like the dude they love to hate..Maywather shiet!!
49-0 thats like u getting floor pro n shiet..or pro floored shiet!!
U see the violence and sirens while playing the world tiniest violent..
But its the ambulance u be riding in..silence in
Ur gun lines missing ur targets no apprehension
bad marksmanship no honorable mentions!!(Ahh!)
If ya bars are long..then mine is ur long life sentences..
U got license to kill but no bills to pay ya bus fair..what the hell???
I know life aint fair..u gotta put in ya shares..
But u aint worth the penny how r u going to make cents?
I've been double up times I take it to the bank..
Ur below the average kat..step up ya rank!!
Ya style reek of old socks no humidity
While I've been spitting gold for centuries
The lyrics are heavy gold bars its conductive- speech
Electro speed that pierce thru ur electro feed..its explosive TNT
I spit that shine that illuminate thru ya whole body killuminati
Homey do the math..how long will it take u to build ur craft?
Ur verses still so azz!!! Still u get smash..
I got undercover glocks out the pocket that put u undercover fast!! (Oww)
Ur styles just trash to me..I spit full bars while ur intakes on MT..
Clip attach to the drums..I pump ya frame till its empty..
While u can feel ya trap soul in the belly of the beast..
in the spine of the snake!!
Ur more than a fake a coward a maggot..ur whole life is a mistake..
Ur spineless worm in the dirt..u deserve to be bury in ya dirt!!
I spit that line that murk u into a shietless turd!!
Ur a featherless bird..so lightweight ur like a shietless bird!!
U fuccin goofy nerd..I never heard of pro found thats bound to be good
Ur full of false statment a misunderstood!!
I got proof this bird get smoke out more than woods
I can burn down his house and smoke out his whole hood!!!...
(Smoke u like a roach homey..it's over..crony!!)

This is league of extraordinary gentlemen
Pro u have been found to be a gentle man
I slay this one man bury this con man
So much dirt on him...
U can build a sand castle on this pro sand-man
I keep this lyrics flyin man..
Just call it the Pan myane!!!
Keep the crack pot potting in the fryin pan!
Let's play one of ur death song
Ur last dance when it's on
U can be armed with cannon
N miss step..cuz u can never bring it on!!
Ur a bytch crying cuz ur mode is off
Feel the twitch like its adderall
The percocets keep upsetting ur mode dawg!!
This death note here is ur calling card
I top ur coffin off..tuck u to bed
U can rest in peace now
When they found ya pro-dead!!
Not quite like the undead
But if u walk like the undead
I pump this Z head
Make sure to double tap
Until he's brain dead
Enough is said..
Look I aint mad at cha
ya just an amateur
a rebel without a cause
U yap till ya mouth fall off
I keep it clappin with the bars
U keep dragging ya balls like its par
U had never been on my par
I got bars that surpass all of urz
Ur far in the dust just blowing sand
Circle around like ur dusts on the fan
Or u get can like it's spam
Damnit I hammer this man!!!
Can't touch this!
Ur glock is pro-miscuous
U can't even use it to write!!(huh)
Dumbazz its cuz u can't use it right!!!
All I take is one shot to gulp it in no spill
Aim str8 take the shot n its one kill
Ur so proud of ur stainless steel
U thought u had some skill
On the real ur far from smack or url
N before them goons run lil media hype..
Ive been on counter strike n puttin in kills!
Im a Boss all I do is talk business
I get busy moving weights in the city
Kid ya swt u been eating cake on the daily
U busy try'a pretend who ur not
Exposing urself a fake azz battler!!!
Btych!! We all know ur a fraud!!
Ur verses has never been hot!!
All them talk about busting the mic!!
Bytch u just running ur mouth!!
Try'a stay relevance n hype!!
Ya gats don't spite all u do is bite...
Where's ya punch line goes??
All I see is u need a ghost writer..
N who give a fuxx about ur worthless life..
u were on SBU cuz u know he's a pedophile
Then u wanna work hard like SBU
Cuz u like his style??
What the fucc ish u trying to say?
U might worship the devil..
But u need a set of hands for prayer!!
Or ur just another sicko like ur idol..
N I'm not talking about Michael..
Im talking bout how u wanna be like sbu...
Damn It's a sorry azz excuse to be U!!
Im losing my patience ur words doesn't hold any substance
Ur a nut case with more than a few screw missing
Judging by ya writing ya style still trash..the loser edition
Good god ur not a song writer cuz u lack that real talent..
If this the biggest loser ur'll ur be the biggest challenger
U can't even stand on ur own two feet
u aint got the balance
U big but we all know ur the biggest retard
Cuz ur the biggest challenge!!
Man Im tired of this all..
Y'all can still hate but y'all can eat up all of my bars!!

Pro-Found sit your White A## down for a while and let me show you how to freestyle
Ok dude your all talk no walk stop bit#hin and start hitchin before i start kickin people to the curb
like i was jordan done third stacking them drugs up and flippin these birds upside down all over your turf
Stop talking and start talking and begin spiting your rhymes out before this entire competition starts get bored
Of your rhymes and start beating your A## out permanently

Keep calm and anticlimactic
My flow hot like global warming..climate
Skinny polar bear fore told the warning
Don't mind me I'm just blowing the horn in..
Just my 2 cents n Im running out of change
Can't have changes when we living the same
Hard to explain two ways when ur pro-gay
Hard to live str8 even if ur not pro-gay
There must be another way to live each day
If I promote love then there comes the hate
When I do hate Im stating my humble opinion
N when u spit nothing but hate then u aint living
Thanks for the time that is giving
I wake up in the morning and count my blessing
Pro found Im tired of u bytching
Tired of being tired but still keep my tires rotating
Blunt be passing I blaze to keep my passage passing
Classic how we freestyle'n reminiscing
Bust a cypher session keep it fiya passion
Keep the fiya burning stay in style like its fashion
Whats the fascination with the nation we living in
Pro u just a fad to this trend
U on here thinking u making a fashionable statement
N I hate to dawg u on ur craftsmanship
But ur lines are like titanic u know its sinkin quick
All them noise and its just hollow drum when its hit
While my craft is a spinning saucer..
flying higher with my spaceship
I don't need to pull out the clips
I hover over ur head with my spaceship
I live life to give life
While u live life just to live life
Man for real bro u do need a life!!!
This here is a small fragment to what I see at night
U aint trying to see it right!!!
U still try'a fight to see who has the better lines right?
Well we all know u need to justify urself bro..
Go head spit ya fire n let ur mind explode
I explore winds tunnel and channel thru the globe
U holding on to things that doesn't matter tho
For real tho u can flip all my words combine
And still get pop like them columbine
I got pillar of lines that connect thru the star align
Ur outta alignment cuz ur losing ur mind!!
I snap ligaments like a chiropractor
Keep attentive to those in need of cares
U too busy geeking out lines like wheelchair!!
Owww ur so hard..u can be breaking bad
Still live in ur lil bubble thats what's sad
Man Im done with ur yapping!!
Let me know when u have a line worth quoting!!

Thanks man! Same to u dawg..it's fun n all love! Keep doing what u do.
I hear ya..I'mma have to switch it up a bit too.
I want to do more song structural..
U good homey, u got nice flip to the bars!
Aite man be easy..keep them fiya bleezy!!

@PRO FOUND:

Pro Found..
Slow down.

Yo..

If Pro wrote properly he'd be a prodigy probably.
Word is born; form your progeny's properties.
Honestly.. you can say it how it is..
But I'll tell you how things are gonna be. like a prophecy.
Pro's prose exposed, so, prone from the prologue.
I'll break it down and smash that to protons.

"Dope fiend"? Oh please.. you're like the dope head;
He shows how he do, like it's all about Pro's cess.

I'll switch it up, process 8:
Sure to make your prose cessate.
Wanna raise the stakes? you'll face a massive cost..
Coz you're the opposite of ProFound; that's an ante lost.

Saying Al' ain't "battle fit",
Or maybe he's a "pacifist"?
Well yeah that was factual..ish.
Got "beef" but can't cross these bars like a cattle grid.

Hey wait spin it back a bit..
I'll get it poppin' off quick, that's the thing:
I mean 'Buffalo, Shorthorn, Angus'.. back to this,
Coz they say if you wanna get a reaction add a 'cattle-list'.

Yo.. bro.. the flow's flame..
Please, I mean I'll show Pro-pain.
Hoped you might come through with wise words..
"Chandelier"s the standard here coz it's light work.

The type of thoughts you ought to write:
I saw Heisenberg's corpse brought to life, called it Walter 'Wight'.
"Breaking bad"..? you're a 'pseudo' battle rapper..
But I got a deadly wrap scheme like you're Tuco Salamanca.
Now your life like the guy's meth
How it rests on a knife-edge.

Oh, wow.. Pro Found..
Those "little dandelions" got mowed down.
In your previous round you mentioned a ghost town,
But should've just enacted that and made no sound.
He.. should replace his whole identity, like the pronoun.
I'd turn a riotous alliance to a silence and a bone mound,

like..

...

@ALLIANCE:

You told Pro "you need to justify yourself"..
You try to get rebellious but just defy yourself.

Well.. why you talking "Columbine"?
He's mad coz he got ostracised..?
Old school thrills with the skill level modernised.
S got straight up bars like a dollar sign.

I used to write rhymes on shreds of papyrus..
Chilled with Thor and I wrestled the giants..
Please, I mean, my methods are timeless.
Sith steez; mincemeat this rebel Alliance.

You're not right, I'm godlike
With a "pillar" assault like Lot's wife.
Yo.. bro.. you're not a problem.
You're a pillar of society. kiss my doric column.

I like the way you speak your mind..
Hate the way it's weak and blind..
I like the way you speak your mind..
but wish it leads to decent lines,
not feeble rhymes. I'll leave Alliance realigned;
Kinda "like a chiropractor" how you kneed a spine.
Kinda "like a chiropractor"..? That's damn cute..
Yeah coz I'm back, true, and your style's too common; that's mass-use.

Fucc the sentimental..its time to get pro level
feeling like Free..where's the beat at?
Let me kill the instrumental!!
She's a head of her game giving mental
No troll feeding just unravel the scroll
I got jitstu like gang sign that will take ya soul
I embody hip hop at its rawest form
Breath life to this game..word is born!
Heavyweight put it down call me Ali
Allaince still hood walking thru the alley.
I play Russian roulette with two loaded guns
Heard two click like a double glitch,
The devil own luck or is it cuz Im God son
This flow cold brewery just hand me the pitcher
Pick up the tap like Im killing this pitcher
Got all this cheeze; freeze frame like a picture
Spilling this shiet..hot skillet still grillin the heat
I keep my burner toasty; lit up the stove when I beef up my grocery
All yall flow just gross me while I gross net worthy
Flow savagery more then the average be
Hold up b..I throw more fist than the formation rally n Queen B
Got the steez..I got what ya need!!
Got the fiend feeding for the fixs
Bring the drugs n the pain feel the kicks no restrain..
Feeling wicked like The Weeknd..I got no shame!
If Love is a drug than ya body is my fame!
Let me drown in this game that we playing.
Only for tonight..I'm only here for the night
Let me love u like u the only one in sight
Let me fuxx u like u the only one tonight
U might forget my name but u still be living life!!

@ Pro Found:


Ok that was quite mean.
You wanna talk crime scenes?
You bit the bit that switched SBU for "SVU"; that was Cinephile.
I stole the "test tube" Jekyll used.. that's a sinner phial.
You "mastered the craft"?
That was hardly advanced.
I Love the craft.. pen in hand..
Writing rhymes to the music of Erich Zann.

"Pro pain"s so lame the flow's flame like napalm..
Your words only hurt coz they making me facepalm.
'Duellist' like Descartes, but you lack spirit.
Your rap's timid. fact or all abstract, what kinda -act is it?
I was hoping for Pro to type original lyrics.
Claiming he's gaining the "pinnacle" with this?
Hardly need to be a cynical critic
To see it's a reach for this minuscule midget.

Please, I mean, we've seen Pro feign..
Now you swear to your god and it seems profane.
You swear to your god and you have to add asterisks.
Your "giant form" puts the 'ant' in 'antagonist'.
I'm an ant in the sense that I stand opposed to Pro.
You were already supposed to know. It isn't even over bro.
Your whole verse was overblown.. flows that froze..
"Eye of the storm" but you're blind to the force of a focused foe.

Yo, bro, you should learn to flow better
Coz Pro's sessions more like prose sessions
And that won't get you a following like processions.
I'll write lines like 'I don't think Pro curable', but he won't get 'em.
The words are like spermicide how Pro's "seed" won't proceed.
Oh please, so sweet, like try'na make Pro fit a role with no cream.
If this G ODs,sick.. that was "off the Dome".
"Eye of the storm" but I'll rock ya "boat" like Prospero.

Your drop wasn't long enough, really ought to write some more.
PF couldn't harm me with armies, a Private Force.
That was your "giant form"? Please P..
Your drop was half bullsh*t like Minotaur faeces.
You really think your lines are Pro?
They're protozoa ("giant"? no).
Bet your delivery lacks impact like a microphone in "styrofoam".
My style's gone beyond "The Roots" like how xylem flow.

Yo.. my yard's got armoured drones disguised as "garden gnomes",
Sharks an stoats to guard the moats, cops refuse to pass alone.
"Keep it 300 like the Romans".. that was Sparta though,
and that was Kanye's mistake that you carbon cloned.
Carbon Copied.. CC,see..
That's why the hundreds numbered three?
"Keep it 300", as if your verse were worthy
..I'ma keep it 300,000 ..like Xerxes.

"Bottled with an empty 2Six" but your blood'll refill it.
Nah forget a 2Six coz I beast lyrics see this is 3 sixes.
Catch my prediction, the raps might convince 'em,
If I finish a "race" then it's mankind's extinction.

It’s a conspiracy, snakes using lion manes for the cattle
Imagery forsaken, dying in the flames of the battle,
I’m on one learning so I get the art and the maths of producing,
Everyone churning out basic bars, like they’re mass producing.
If I HateThee-Cee’s then my homies better hold me,
If you claiming you got bars, then you better So-ny.
Bad Apple fell from the tree and dominated the scene,
Got bored at the lack of competition, decided to leave.

Hmm none of these battles phases you hm well i change that real quick like how thunder & lighting
So fast you dont know how quick that was well heres another one for you
Stay out of my way to fame unless u want to get taken down from your rank of this place on the chain
So what u gonna do when the cops are all over you for copyright everyones rhymes for your own sick pleasure to fame
Ha You just a pawn in my game so check mate
You still aint phased well tough luck bro cause im at the top of the food chain in this game so bring it all against me if ur ever gonna beat me
I'll been shooting out rhymes all the time without posting my rhymes or writing em down cause i like the challenge i take the hard route anyday instead of the easy route cause thats how i roll so bring it own bro i hope you understand who's in control an for a dam fact i know you aint in control anymore
So bring your crew and try to take the throne but ill tell you this u and ur crew got no chance in hell because i run this battle from the bronx to the Queens with great ease so come test my might im the great one i bring the pain when i post on this chain that'll never end
ill always ride till i die with my crew for all my life as the king of the gods so let go of ur old reign of being the top of the food chain
Your back to square 1 which is at the bottom of the chain where you should of been cause i took you out with my skills with the mic so have a nice flight and ah nice day

Dont get it twisted bytches
U get screw so hard they called u fucc face
Its a changing pace ya feel miss placed
If K's never dies, well u should've never been born
Flesh of flesh ya rotten until the flesh is torn
I warn ya!! Ya never seen fury like a woman scorned
We live in a hell hole deeper than the gorge
It's hail mary when ya birds get torch
I walk that thin line between genius n insanity
must be the beauty behind the madness
Cuz there's a method to all my craziness
Lately feeling the urge to submerge in greatness
Cracks what's sell we all know it's a mass products
I bag this crack flows keep it tight
They cop my crack flows smoke it out the glass pipe
Ya weak azz pipe down..ya clowns around here
I haven't been long around here
Still got more flame to burn ya pains around here
I must be smokey bear how I put out ya fiya
I aint a fire fighter but I'm all about that fiya!
Ya hooligan get U haul just move over son!
My shine glamorous like uv light
Sbu can get blind sighted like friday night lights
Im all into gains it's a thug life thang bytch
I know pro can be lame but thats his style n shiet
Or the critic can feel the same bout me
But I can burn haters full circle like a 360 degrees
I don't fuxx with papers without federal debt notes
In god we trust I still don't live by the paper code tho
I make my own statements a man of my virtues
Most of ya bythces are still clueless they still try'a guess who!
Well who give a flying fucc what I do
I keep this shiet str8 gutter
Rugged flows playing butter n toasts
Like a real hustler suppose to do
And y'all amateur do what u oughta do
I keep it slick like mr clean
U oughta keep it silence like mr bean
Before the beam hit ya teams
I make this real simple just puffing the green
N when I get hulk out..
The btych let me smash
When I get spas out..
Im all about the nina n cash!!
Sucker do what they can
Imma Boss I'm all bout that dues
Flow no vaccine my lines are str8 flu!! (Suckers)

My Flow vs Your flow who shall win well its obvy i got more flow and the gift to do the jip to jab
Which is something you dont have for a while why i be spiting my flow out to all left & right while you just siting and smoking the blunt down at starbucks
So im here to play the game and im at the top of the world when i spit the rhymes out which are slick and got more mojo then u got down in highland from 420 land ohh you got skills well lets seem um if u aint afraid of a butt wopping if not you got nothing on the certified G with the skills to jip to jab all day everyday.

Im down to get busy
Maneuver thru my city
Bytches know Im ready
She's bout it bout it with me
Drink it up she's feelin' me
Drunk in love we be feelin' free
The cush got us loving all high
I be alright..I be so fly
She's telling me
She's down to ride
Whisper in my ears like..
We loving all night
Must be the coke or the drugs
That makes u feel so nice
I don't judge her by her looks
Eyes hypnotize me by her looks
Taking me under her page by page
She read me like a book
Get a nikka so hook
she's can be my cover all night
Damn it feel so right
Bad btych got me fantasizing
She aint love me for me
She just living her life in
A world full of pearls n diamonds
The world is my oyster I dine in
Fucc the haters they always criticizing
I be fly in that flight on my vacation
Im in it to spend it money aint a thang
Pu$$y is power n Im so powerless
She feel my strength when I start the plowing
Oww girl u got me thinkin
Got me singing bout bytches
Sippin on my henny
Drinks on the rock
Im ice out slick with the drop
Bytches got me singing from the top
Views so high the breeze so nice
Im loving this life
Oww Im loving this high
The game full of drugs..
Sex..the pleasure n the pain
Feeling strange with the shame..
We be living so wrong
Only time we feel so alive
Shiet so wrong
Damn it feel so right...

Im fiending for the heat
Looking for the light
Fighting for my life
Live day by day
for the high enjoy the ride
Take a shot n ride with me
Take a shot n ride with me
Feeling like ya highness be
Im so fuxx up
Love me for me
When the booze hit
My nikkas know whatsup
Rolling Stones I own it up
Girl love the way I do it uhh!
Pu$$y talks I make it sing for me
Play that song
Hear the bands hit
808 thumbing with the kicks
So hype in this shiet
Its the same old song
Just feel the beat and sing along
Fuxxin same old song
I've been around
Up town down town
Where the triumph get pass around
Pimp up n hoes down
I keep it pimpin until the sun down
Fuxx it all my mood all bytches
Pu$$y so good liquors all good
My nikkas so hood
Bytches so energetic
They pop my morning wood
Im out the wood to play it with ya
Ya like my style so reckless
All I do is wreck shiet
It feel so good to get down in my hood
They know I could n a nikka should
Rep it for my city T town 253
From tac town to sea town I always be
That real nikka..bytches respect that real cheddar
Clever flows that see thru like ever clear
I bare witness my greatness
Oww the style so dangerous
Smoking on L no angel dust
Busting in the mic this just hype n shiet
This old religion like new religion
I've been a rebellious one
But the outcome is what I bring
Ya bytches just basic is what u bring
Damn I turn heat to a spark
Bring that spark to a fiya
Now I'm that fiya to a flame..human torch
Bring forth the anthem
I stay strong..smoking on that blast son!
So loud it makes the bytch cumm
Oww I'm so fly it makes the bytches cumm..

Seizure of the rap game, my jaw twitches
This what I call business as y'all witness
The king back on attack, my bars vicious
Tearing up wack MC's and givin em mad stitches
Bow down, I'm in the middle of fúcking these bad...
MC's up,
Squeezing every soft substance together like D-cups
My patients dyin with their weak, flat lines and cracked spines
Backbone and set-up wrong, that's why you're fitness
Shít in every crevice and corner, you bítches get
Hyped when you're thrown some sub-par simpli-sticks
I cinema backhand, you "rap fans" can watch my wrist-flix