Wrappers' stuck in the past, rappers stuck in the past
tactics involvin' name flips? Yes i see Sbu's influence...
its obvious your stuck in the past when you addressed
Kronos as Max....
aint been called that since I switched tracks
consistant loco with no motive, motionless.
this locomotive broken as his engine is
he's not ingen'ious just spittin' spit
consistant? In alliteration with consonants:
'mr. mist missiles missed"
when he emphasized 3 M's'
Mr. Mist steamed from the summonin'
Monsters constant attempts missin' when he writes temp.
emphasized M: for Maximus like Max'Mus't bust
when wrappers tempt
'I would not like green eggs with mediocrity.'
Are you sure? When youre part of the mediocracy?
ill serve your hypocricy
with an "T and M" Plate (temp)
or a "M an T" Plate. (empty)
You were starvin' for some greats
but youre only good enough to kill in the old way
execution from both ways
demons with missiles aimed at your GOATS brain
Angels reppin' 666 across the chest plates
Im Satan the reincarnate, fuk your intelligence
its been gone since you bit templates
'AABB' scheme signed by old Tay
You like my multi's? Sea'ms i drowned in a lot of seas
i allotted you "c's like im the alphabet king
also greek.
Kronos reaps while monster dreams of rapin' 'cees
the only thing he rapin' is when he subtracts a p
from his 'rappin' dreams
fuk math i speak in tongues, and show snake teeth
"You're a donkey looking in the mirror seeing a 'stallion'.
Realizing you're just an @ss, a pansy pushing daisies.
You should save that 'needle', after all you are a tailor.
Oh keyboard warrior, you have left me trembling.
Shaking and quivering in laughter after seeing you try to end Kenny.
But you never could finish, chance forever diminished.
Could've killed me while I was upping and coming, now it's just down you're going.
Went from nothin to somethin, now you're a Clown just 'trolling' under the 'bridge',
Getting crossed by a 'GOAT', with Temp's cok in ya throat. "
What happened at the end man? You like gave up dude? I didn't even bother to address this...
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#Because I had more
I'm part Decepticon and part leprechaun
And I needs me gold so you might get crept upon
I've been slept upon by all of these so called majors
Now you roll call haters done made me go all Vader
Imperial marchin' all over you silly backpack rappers
Don't try to front, the lot of you raps *** backwards
But which lacks brass faster? That's a hard decision
I started fishin' but all of their bars are missin any art or vision
And none deserve a star position in any way whatsoever
So you can all start the dissin' and be fukked together
Fukk the weather, I'm ready whenever any time at all
I'll fukk you vaginas raw, I dare you to find a flaw
Coz I'm not tryin' to hide at all and if ya do find one
I'll point out ten more in your rhymes son
From here until times done, I'll whip the sh1t outta y'all
We take no prisoners where I'm from and I aint about to fall -
BackInBlack, f*ck it i'll spit back to back,
Originally Posted by BackInBlack
With this punkass b1tch even tho its my break and I'm tryna relax,
Kick back with my coffee, PS4 and snacks,
f*ck that snap in half my kitkat,
What put you in the mindset to possibly think that,
You could attack the spawn of satan without thinking about the consequences,
Tridents made of adamantium, crumble your defences,
Demons summoned from hell, unmask all your pretenses,
My defeat of you can be described by the masses as intensive,
Beat you in the past, present, I beat you in various tenses,
The future, all depends if you remain invested,
In spitting the same old mediocre sh*t just to be bested,
By an 18 year old medic, administering the heparin as requested,
Your blood flowing quicker now,
So you better simmer down,
Before i slice your carotids, and have you run down,
A steep incline, to symbolise,
The retarded state of mind,
You have to be in to think your lies,
Are being accepted by other guys.
You ain't on my level, you a ghost, i'm a motherf*ck1ng poltergeist,
You a chicken, i'm the f*cking salt-and-spice,
You're Jesse Pinkman b1tch, I'm the lyrical Walter White,
Cos the end products are different, tho the methods the same,
You put on a facade, I'm actually insane. -
IJLDGa;dsogasidhgk;ladfhg;ldskfhg Originally Posted by taylormaximus
That's how 99 percent of your bars look
I suppose you'll remedy that with a large hook?
Stop seakin' love, where's those multis you were speakin' of?
The end isn't quite here but trust me it's sneakin' up
You write a lotta nada and then say, "I found my schtick."
But when in hotter water your flows they sound like sh1t
So no matter how down I get, I can look at you as an example of what 'not to do'
Does that jumbled up mess you call rap really sound hot to you?
Taylor
Maximus
I'll pay for
Practice if
You think that might help you untangle your tongue
I know you might not be ready, yeah, it's painful for some
Otherwise keep prayin' angels will come
And save you coz I slayed you and your angles are done -
Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies
Now goddammit Kenny, did I ask too much?
I think your @$$ "relaxed" TOO MUCH
I told you big words really don't serve a true punch
Unless you use them wisely before they're used up
This is rap, not fukkin' fantasy land or the fukkin comic con
I swear I haven't read one sonnet this automaton went atomic on
Your shot is gone
I'll have this poltergeist broken twice with his fukkin phonics gone
He tried to rhyme facade with insane, what is wrong with his brain?
Is it gone with his flame?
Coz even his hottest is lame
And that's bein' modest to say
The very least
Yet he thinks he's a scary beast
But I'll be here to smack him in the lips when he dares to speak
You aint got sh1t Kenny, you need to keep relaxin' instead of rappin' so theres the seat -
Back youre a fagit as Mack said
Your bars are very average, like you minecrafted
My mind crafts rhythm you couldn't catch
cos only pros really ken',
template has whooped your *** over and over again
keep tryin' cuz you don't understend the trend
more or less you just cant do what max do best...
my degree list me as adept
linguistics bich I know what I said
what is said, what is implied, and how to read each device
your poetic switch of a syllable....
ya real original
Monsters was worth more tan that ****,
you flaccid dik,
in lake placid my **** swims
im like acid, ill dissolve your hymns
angels will be watchin' at an angle,
how I strangle and mangle this lephrachaun
with no luck for him
Sneakin' up?
Plz you must be drinkin' his fukin cum
more like in the back a black was -
#Because My Azz sore
Yo my name is Back in Black Originally Posted by BackInBlack
I use a pink spoon to eat my Apple Jacks
Don't laugh at that
I do cartwheels in high-heels I'm an acrobat
I even have a gat
Bought it in GTA, almost robbed a cadilac
I'm deadly with these long nails
My schlong's frail
I suck rappers dry like a bong-inhale
Ya'll can diss me, rip me apart
Just make sure to kiss me, and show me love from the start
I'm hella washed out
My gosh, their laughing hard now
Wow, how can I "fukk vaginas raw" when mine is stretching far out
Forget bars, gettin' genital scars now
Forget spittin either, My urethra
Lookin big as a B-ball arena
From here on, my qweer songs, will whip the sh;t outta ya'll
Wait, wheres the prisoners? Pass them lube and let em hit me raw! -
Sometimes your bar rhymes with the last, not the word that came before it, Originally Posted by BackInBlack
You gotta have success to be able to relax, you can't afford it,
Gotta hustle every second, to come up with generic average lines,
You keep repeating, how the f*ck can you be your own pantomime?
I ain't even from the US, but if i had a dime, for every time,
You rhymed one generic word with another,
Then jumped from one scheme to another,
And chatted sh1t about the lines of another,
I'd have enough to buy out your dad, your sister, your mother,
Nail her on my bed then pass her on to your brother,
Tell him if he don't f*ck her as good he won't live to see the next day,
Get your dad to clean my room, while your sisters writing my essay,
Do you think your fans wouldn't realise when they press play?
That everything you say, Its like you've sat there revising,
Drilling it into your own head, not using a vice in-
-stead thinking you in a position to be going around advising,
The top up-and-comer, since the 1986 Mike Tyson,
You say i haven't got bars? Clearly didnt get the dyson,
Vacuum line, or understand poetic license.
I'm done with this ICP wannabe,
Template, TMax one of you wanna take over for me?
I'm busy revising atm, you know gotta earn my degreeLast edited by KennyNeverDies; 05-21-2015 at 12:31 PM. Reason: ****
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<-this line doesn't rhyme either. None of these three lines rhyme with one another! Originally Posted by taylormaximus
You STUPID FUKK! Have you forgotten rap is supposed to rhyme. YOU ARE AN EMBECILE. Really.
The simple truth is that neither you, nor Template or Kenny has beaten me... even once. -
Maybe you haven't noticed when you listen to rap but every bar is SUPPOSED TO FUKKIN RHYME WITH THE LAST BAR YOU GODDAM DIPSH1T DUMFUK @SSHOLE! My rhymes are better than yours and sound better when spit than yours and are more clever with more multis than yours so you and every last one of your comrades can eat a bag of diks and die slowly until h3ll freezes over. PUNK! Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies
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Something you fools need to learn is quantity doesn't mean quality. Also technical doesn't equate to quality if your rap sounds like sh1t when someone reads it aloud in a rapping manner and it doesn't sound good or flow good. It's not right. You're all idiots.
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Wow mate, you do realise there's this thing called flow right? The way i would say my own bars and you would say them are completely ****ing different. I would say certain lines faster, and some slower to make sure it flows well, like it did when i wrote it. Mate honestly don't know what you're smoking. Please analyse my verse again and try switching from a basic flow now and then. Also, there's loads of rhyming patterns you can use in rap. Quantity isn't quality but if you can honestly read through my bars (and previous ones) and not see the penmanship you're actually a reta*d.
Here I'll throw a few examples your way:
Keep talking about the lines you got in front of ya/
You're lines started off solid, then started getting runnier/
Guess when you're faced with heat/ you'll break all them bonds/
This is why you a snitch, always on the run/
Talk about 9/11, hope them people rest in heaven/
Was it Bin Laden or the government i cant say for certain/
It's hard to see through the curtains, when you're afraid of the sun/
You never thought a nice (an ice) line could go so wrong/
You're simply trying this, you know it, inside ya,
This is a true scientist, a poet, a writer,
Sit back, a private cinema,you can see it through their own eyes,
A caring husband, 70 hour weeks, struggles to survive,
Comes back home every night to his two daughters and wife,
And hes getting suspicious, he's seeing through all her lies,
But he thinks its all just going on in his mind,
And hes just being paranoid, she wouldn't do that him,
So he takes solace listenting to Eric b n Rakim,
She starts going on diets, she starts getting slim,
Insists she's only doing this **** for herself and for him,
Its a battle within, rage, jealousy, hope and love clash,
And who do you thinks gonna come out on top,
as winner of that little bash,
He puts out life insurance on her, makes it looks accidental,
Receives the cash, leaves it for his kids and leaves them, its mental,
Gets himself a bottle of smirnoff, a nice little rental,
Speeds down the M1, at 100mph, the sorrow,
Lives ruines, lifes tough and life will eat you up spit you up tomorrow,
Don't talk about life as if it isn't hard to survive,
Just sit back, lean on the gas and enjoy the ride.
You say you're a universal paradox yet you belong to this planet,
Putting claims to titles that aren't rightfully yours, the next King Stannis,
Baratheon, I wont let you rome the streets no more drag you to the pantheon,
I'm on another level, make you stop your dilly dallying,
Cos you're getting me mad again,
I can sense how my presence has instilled the panic in,
This manikin, Thinking he's a god like he walks in the sky,
You aint Anakin, now i could repeat that all again,
get people praising my bars, like them conversions that the Vatican,
Didnt agree with, Right now i bet you'll be seething,
Not believing, the way someone new can casually sneak in,
Get your Hercules bar, turn it back into Greek and,
Tell you your bars are well before your time,
You need to focus on teething, your embryological forms gonna be destroyed this evening,
This is gonna be one sword that i wont be sheathing, unleashing,
Destruction before me, as just a reminder,
You tried out tinder, got no success went straight unto grindr,
You mentioned grinding leaves so i aint surprised to find ya,
On your knees in Monsters flat sucking **** for cash,
You're a linguistic surgeon, So you should be used to it when i dissect you,
Your mum should've rubbed her clit, your dad should've masturbated,
Corpus spongiosum slit, chordae tendinae lacerated,
As a surgeon you should know if you're spitting hot,
Your negative feedback response would be exaggerated,
Lying on the floor, sweating, looking for somewhere to hide,
Don't ever try to f*ck with me when it comes to these clever rhymes,
I'll go back in time and prescribe your mum Thalidomide,
Cos she had that morning sickness when she looked in the mirror,
Baby comes out deformed, she blames herself she's a sinner,
Didn't always pray to the Lord before she went and ate her dinner,
Didn't like sleeping with your dad, preferred random guys of tinder,
Normally, an expectant mother would be sad to hear about deformity,
But as their marriage was a sham, she saw it as just a formality,
She didn't even want a family, but your dad did,
So she got the responsibility of raising this crippled kid,
And every day she f*cking regretted that you managed to live,
Couldn't do sh*t for yourself, she had to do everything for ya,
Eventually enough was enough, she had to get a lawyer,
Took everything but you, you were only four years,
old, I regret exposing you but you're lucky its anonymous and noone knows you,
But your forum names synonymous, and you did it so you,
remember them days,when growing up, the struggles you went through,
and you went through plenty, Feeling yourself becoming more alone and more empty,
So you went and joined a forum where you could have a clean slate,
It was all you making up for not matching your own DNA template.
I was especially proud of that last one, i haven't seen any of your recent work anywhere near as intricate as that. I'm not a d*ckhead I can admit I've had terrible verses, but the majority of mine have been on point, unlike yours. Stop acting as if you're superior. -
Actually re-reading over that last verse, may put that on a track. Needs a bit of polishing but it hits home, it's got a clear message. The DNA template scheme was dope as f*ck but got slept on (guessing most people didn't bother to read the post)
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Kenny, I wish I could explain, Originally Posted by BackInBlack
Why tragedy happen to the innocent for no reason,
and why death lingers the terrain,
So I got down on my knees and,
Prayed to a God I not yet belived in,
He rewarded my blind faith with everlasting eternity,
But To walk on water requires you to take the first step,
Like my mom not geting that abortion at 6 months of maternity,
And when science told me my cancer's terminal then it just up and left,
But it wasnt through my own beleif of what's wrong and what's right,
it was an omnicient God, I relied on and not site.
So attack my God, I wont hurt me,
because unlike your compensation,
Big J.C(jesus Christ) will never desert me.
Your theory is for the blind to lead the blind,
and mine is to embrace grace and leave all elsee behind
This is over. I'm not replying again. Good Battle -
Originally Posted by JesusFreak23
If you think you're actually good, you can take your lyrical skills to
http://www.rappad.co
Where there's actually a battle system in place and people can vote. -
looking over my shoulder because my mom alway walks in when I'm about to deploy my nut to my little Bow Wow poster*
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Let's Go
All of you know my flow.
Y'all know my buddy consistent flow.
Do you know that ***** osmosis jones.
All that ***** does is moan.
Just kidding he's cooler then a freezer.
Hits that blunt too hard he's a wheezer.
Cant stop me from murdering that beat.
Stay tuned cause im giving you a treat.
Not a fan of the miami heat.
Rep from philly so you know im elite.
Getting hotter than global warming. Bro this is your final warning.
Step back i need some more room to shine.
Everyone knows all i do is rhyme.
Name is Fic nope i dont like *****.
You know i get with all those chicks.
Woulda spit more.
But what would that get me when your knocked out on the floor. -
Dude, why did you post up my verse when your verse was directed at KennyNeverDies? Lol Originally Posted by JesusFreak23
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Yeah so Britains got talent, or is it Australia?
I hear what you're saying but I believe you're wrong about my verses, particularly this one that was well knit, intricate, maybe short but definitely to the point and stayed on track well with the message I was trying to convey to you.--------------------> Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies
You're a dam liar if you say this verse isn't dope.
I wear a psychiatric hospital gown with no draws
And my @ss is hairy
I don't fukk with y'all, All of my
Friends are imaginary
Everything about me is grouchy and unsanitary
Hate women and I'm anti- letting faggots marry
My vocabulary prevents me from being big
DJs won't even spin my sh1t they just repeat the trend
So I held a daycare center hostage, sweet revenge
Play me on the radio and maybe I'll release the kids!
Fukk trying to shop a deal, I need to talk to Dr. Phil
Before I fill this clip with hallow tips and find a cop to kill
They locked me in pandoras box, all hope was lost until
Someone spilled the blood of 60 Christians and unlocked the seal
My thoughts are filled with twisted fantasies dark illusions
And visions of humans piled on a grill BBQ'n
I don't want to touch your heart with music
I want to physically touch your heart snatch it out your chest, rip it apart and chew it!
I'm on the edge Cuz and I'm smoking bed bugs
I'll cut off your fukking calves, now all you have is leg nubs
I'm a hematomaniac, that means when I see red blood
It gets my dikk two times harder than special ED was
This is ain't a rap, this is a mother fukking cry for help
I can't control the epic three headed monster inside myself
When you muthafukkas find my dead body hanging behind the shelf
Do me a favor put my cokk away, and untie the belt -
Yeah so Britains got talent, or is it Australia?
I hear what you're saying but I believe you're wrong about my verses, particularly this one that was well knit, intricate yet simple, maybe short but definitely to the point and stayed on track well with the message I was trying to convey to you. Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies
This one------------> "Kenny (Red) what I wrote but didn't digest it
I haven't bled for a quote, I'm teachin' life lessons
If your pen really did flow blood when you wrote, that'd be nice dressin'
To have your fans on that okie doke, or these tykes stressin'
And I see you workin' your way up the goat, dawg that's bestiality
My flow kills yours, and I know ya still sore but there aint no collegiality
So what the fukk will it take for you to see reality?
You jotted down a few giggle worthy lines but most of your rhymes are just banalities
So fukk your diagnosis, start tryin' gnosis or you're dyin' hopeless
And if you think my bars lack meanin' or substance you should really TRY TO FOCUS
I'm finished with you, there's nothing you can do with your tired approaches
Whatever squad that taught you rap basics needs to fire their coaches
I set fire to roaches, but it seems they just keep comin' back
But Kenny's not even a roach, he's just too dumb for that
He was never even close but he's still whinin' that he wants his thunder back
I hate to put you on blast Kenny, I was hopin' it wouldn't come to that..."
