Seriously well played and respect to everyone! But this Rappist has just begun... Abba blaring in my headphones Mamma Mia onomatopoeia POW! I'm insane, have you heard? Mark my words they are my bond like starring down a barrel of a loaded gun.
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I verbally murder, when i hear an absurdity murmured,
Pros weak bars are simply not fit for the purpose,
Me and Temp are Renegade, f*ck it sh1t I'll demonstrate,
Survival of the Fittest applies if you see me in my current state,
Leave all of you Shook Ones free to drive off and Get Away,
But It'll be an Eye for an Eye if you wanna stick around and play,
I Ain't No Joke, I'm a Microphone Fiend,
Long as i'm Paid In Full, ends always will justify the means.
See I like intricate lyricism, and well thought out schemes,
See I'm comparing our lyricism, to Eric B. and Rakims,
Other Legendary rappers act as a template, the theme,
You're a joke of rapper, I'll turn your bars into memes.
You're always banging on about MW, and how he's the best,
Activision knows the old him will be the legacy, the rest,
Newer writtens, seem like the same sh1t re-written,
Using his old fanbase, to plea for a higher position.
A true fan would know the old him is Dead And Gone,
So I'd make like T.I. leave a Paper Trail and move on.
And Rappist your bars ain't up to scratch yet,
So I before a drop you a mad set,
Of lyrical prowess, I want you to prove this your outlet,
And give me a succinct 16 composed purely of your best. -
Now I ain't posing like I spit the illest sh1t
See I'm ready to learn from whom spills the sh1t that realists spits
I keep my head high and while time sped by, I could've sat watching but instead I
Beefed with some serious lyricists and you could see the lead fly
The first step to improving a flaw is admitting you have one and you must not fret
So I'll admit, I ain't the sh1t, but I'm definitely not just sh1t
Not striving for greatness, only when seeing the blunt
Now its clear. And no, your natural ability is just being a c*nt
@Kenny: Busy with work, no time for battles as you can see by the quality of my content worsening. I'll come back at around August better, so you can reply for now if you want. or if not, then good battle, had fun cyphering with you.
@Temp: I don't use kik but I'll make one and pm you if you'd like -
My best? This a test? Aren't you in gradeschool? Is it pass your bed time assuming you're still a mess? I admit though, I can evaluate and reflect but I'm constantly improving and value self respect. Perspective is key to an open treasure, who are we to measure the rewards we all endeavour. I do this for pleasure no need to prove my worth, so hear my words now: We are all equal from day of birth. I won't lie to you though I've been to the UK, tell your mom I said "hey"
, she misses my girth. Disses can hurt if you chose to let them cut but I putt from the rough and your mom couldn't get enough. I met her at a bar where you were spitting at and she came up to me pleaded to put it in her.. tooth gap. But don't worry son I ain't your old man, cause if I were you wouldn't be taking this stance. I'd put you in dance call you Missy Elliott you and Billy could talk about jock straps, horsies and your favourite Secretariat. Have a tea and cream to Seabiscuit. I mean after all, it's tradition. At the end he'd be your only friend until you went and bend over in a distillery while Jeremy butted in.
All that being said I don't want to leave the wrong impression or misconception, I'm not the kind to step father in the wrong direction. So toddler Kenny let this be a lesson we all strive for perfection but what makes us perfect is our imperfections. I confess my confidence sketches are pencilled in potential but even I strive for betterment don't want any crown for contention. Life is a treatment and I beat it like Michael Jackson..Wait.. I treat it gentle like a yeast infection with Canesten. Dammit! Self deprecating lyrics commencing.. Defecation inevitable credentials killed in seconds.. -
Yeah that'd be great monster, pm your kik thanks.
After I add you to the chat the only person were still waiting for is Tmax, Speaking of which he better send me his Kik asap before I break his unicorns horn lol -
You always weeded up but I can see through the haze,
THC content of your bloods soon gonna number your days,
I'll take aim, Barrett locked directly unto your brain,
Pull the trigger, kick back, and leave on the wall your life's stain.
All this time, you'll be confused,
Hearing voices, thinking Gods speaking to you,
Punishing you for all your sins, Pro, Incest is taboo,
You'll feel the pressure building, ain't my fault whats a n1gga to do?
Your bars improve slowly, guidance from a higher tier is evident,
But even stars implode homie, obvious to see fear is prevalent,
You assume your weak bars act as the precedent,
Fronting power without having it in reality, the president,
behind the scenes, higher powers telling you how to act,
Nothing but a puppet, tied down by a pact.
Why am I being such a p*ssy? I'm showing you what you've never had,
I got more P's than U, Sissy (ssy) does that make you mad?
Quick to question my sexuality, while I question my sanity,
I'll dissect your body, to further my understanding of anatomy.
Retard in my inner genes? There ain't any son.
You got an extra copy of chromosome twenty one.
I can use my unique storytelling abilities to change views,
Or I could hone in and use them to focus on you.
But I'm not the kind to kill you off, don't want this sh1t to end,
So Imma continue that later, audience left in suspense. -
Hah ok
Listen you ain't even ready
Your pace ain't even steady
But when they hear my rhymes they go and throw confetti
Your skills and range of vocabulary was poor
You say you get b****es but I'm definitely getting more
Spread em on their hands and knees
I'm begging please
You're only embarrassing yourself with a lot of ease
Because you are terrible
And I am incredible
So none of your work is credible
And because it's s**t its spreadable -
Kenny thinks he spits that intricate style/
thinks I'm sinful like a Ceniphile Rapist he's just a kid to a Pedophile/
Incest ***?, Template told me you were the one born Inbred and your Dad would always get wild with you In bed, I'll leave you shook repeatedly I've been doing this sh1t since you were 12/
ever since you were peeing in the bed sheets and got hit with the Belt/
hot headed and heated as lead/ by an enemy I brings jealousy with hand to hand combat I beat them dead/
People always put guns on that on everything lifes a big Crime scene/ by any means I've seen more shells than beaches in my streets there's more felonies than kind deeds/
I'm at the level you wish you could reach my peak but you just bungee/
Still I find a way to find peace like Thai Chi so chill get a drink some Ice Cubes and some Ice T/
I'm in a whole nother realm a whole nother leage your a B1tch of a pedigree, making an @ss of yourself yee you would make a fine Steed/
Your under the bleachers still trying get a peep/
even if I was decapitated you'll never get a Head of me/
that sh1t you had was light Kenny you got the psyche of a side kid, a side kick, to what Bruce Lee is in a fight B1tch/ where's your wrecking ball oh wait your more B1tch than Miley Cyrus I'm done hurting you/ here's one more bar from my 16, your sh1ts weak didn't even have to make it 32/ -
Audience just plain left. This is a mere forum mate, reality check. It's unclear what story you're telling here, I only see a Pro Found banging you from the rear, how *****. This ain't up for debate, I don't mean to interfere plus you got that **** with plate probably plan a trip to the states celebrate having a serving of steak and veg and maybe a bit of spotted **** with a clotted cream wedge.
Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies
Swordfight double edge, what's clear to me is slight pissing contest. Don't be dismissive I ain't gone yet, see I'm a gifted box rapping master, smacking coffin ribbons on after. Call me a baptizing pastor, holy water disaster. Eye spy a storm but was born a rain dancer you ain't ready for this rapture. Excalibur calibre pull the trigger eat the bullet like a sword to a gun fight this **** ends quick. I spit hectic mystic blizzards, crippling word wizards shrinking all their gizzards. I'll hit the dimmer and leave you to this love sesh **** making fest but don't forget I'm a slayer of sinners, rap killer a legend cursed with verses calling 911 sending hearses. If you decide to do a viewing dress nice guys, don't forget your purses. -
Cinéphile Rappist cmon it can't just be me Originally Posted by Cinéphile Rappist
To realise you're rapist just with an extra p
Your not a killer the only 9/11 is the 9th of November
You don't have th balls to talk about the 11th of September
And if you did I'd make this battle something for you to remember
Fan club of one: no one else is a member
And it's sad that you're bad and mad even a tad because it must be blamed on these experiences you've had
When you've thought you were winning when it was only the beginning
If I said I would lose then I was sinning
Because your light is slowly dimming
But dear rappist, do you think that I'm insane
If whenever I spit you quit and try to put a bullet to your brain
And he's at it again
Gun under the bed
Put it under the pillow so it accidentally goes off in your head
But wait don't too extreme
I'd just rather hear you scream
Because I can take out your whole team
You should know that I'm smooth like cream -
Oh no you found me out.. You know what I'm all about! I'm the mouse squeaking clock ticking blind and stumbling around. Wait.. that's right, wrong lullaby. Hey Kenny, London bridge is falling down.
GangstaChildolu... You're* a fool. Your name is Gansta and your grammar is a goddamn disaster, kid you fall asleep at school? Is that kindergarten drool babbling banter? Say goodbye to dreams of Stanford. Only screaming is this word monster banging your ***** mother in your bed wishing she'd met me sooner and used a coat hanger. I'd even cuddle her, I'm a gentleman. She's my number one fan, you know, the one you mentioned. How could I be mad? I just made your dad look pinner, in fact he sat watched and jerked off in the corner. Made a fresh batch of cream, the one you use for acne moisturizer. So stay smooth, but don't forget this linguistic rule: I'm the Rappist and I conceptually spanked you. Oh and give a shout out to your parents, they now apart of my crew. Or how you deem team, take care Chidolu
Last edited by Cinéphile Rappist; 06-29-2015 at 01:06 AM.
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Pro don't understand this is Russian Roulette,
Keeps coming back round after round its clear he forgets,
The basic rules and premise, right now he's alive,
But each round passing by lessens his chance to survive.
This is Goliath over David, that means GoD won't help you at all,
So I'll put you down, faster than my phone during a cold call.
The pedigree you want, simply ain't in your genes,
I can't splice the truth any further, it'd down to it's seams,
Your mitochondrial DNA different, so it's clear to see,
While most people have the two, you got parents, three.
That means you 'half' (have) a shitter upbringing,
Growing up with your mommas, on karaoke nights N-Sync singing,
How the f*ck you gonna match the heat that Kenny is bringing?
This is post 800, So this is post-800AD,
I slaughtered since I entered, a vicious Roman is me,
But still survived through the fall, Didn't bend my knee,
Kept going against heavy resistance, cos there ain't no ending me,
My legacy doesn't need to be left, I'll be here to tell it,
Pro-found in no archives, I'll delete him in an edit,
See I'm saying is I'll be here on this forum and Earth til the end,
When Artifical Intelligence takes over, I'll be the one to defend,
The creative masterpieces that man has invented,
While you'll be stuck in your grave, slowly getting fermented,
I'll be rebuttling R2D2, and cussing his kind,
Beeping his words out, block the outlet from the inside.
Pro I've always been past you, you're stuck in the past,
I'm the future, I invent, I come up with sh1t fast,
I shape my environment and make it my own,
You try to adapt to it, make it your home,
I'm comfortable rapping circles around you, I don't break a sweat,
You can grind as much as you want, you're about as high as you'll get.Last edited by KennyNeverDies; 06-28-2015 at 09:40 PM. Reason: Fixing ****s
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Who wants to be MW? Cuz that cat'll lack everything from skill to a Cadillac
He ain't ready, I'll leave him red-y if he tries battle rap
He only wants the attention and mention of his higher superiors
I don't deck a rating, instead I'll twist his interiors
Template, you force extortion on your friends for albums
But without distortion, a large proportion of your friends are all bums
So what if you inspired Pro and left Ken played?
Your verses are at most 8/10. Hence your name, Templ-8
Tmax seems to have forgotten that rapping includes rhymin'
His verses make him seem twelve and trying to chime in
It's alarming, how much of a tick he's become with his stupid timin'
So I'll pop this pu$$y like Molly and a couple high men/hymen
There's many fish in the sea, but Black bit the lines
Now he's trying to tune a verse for bitter minds
I used to respect you, but now I just spect you
I noticed how you never saw re, that's why they inspect you
Then there's the guy who prays for praise
He has no P, that's why he's spitting rays for raise
KND. He has no D, and he's not an N, so it's just K...end
I'll be the cause of K's end cuz each "scheme" leaving me like, "K... And?"
You want to be the king of the jungle? Let's call it jungle fever
So you like when 'Fros pound? Cuz you're their one receiver
I'll throw a verb at him verbatim from one of his own writtens
And he'll think he spits hard, but can't even go spit tins
Old OG rappers are gone, _S and Robbmack included
Not Black because that ballsack's deluded
The recent content is all wack, diluted
So I'll try for the throne alone before rap's polluted -
This dude be calling out everyone haha Originally Posted by God MC
We gon rip you up bruh -
So close to a dope prose
Till he choked while he 8, vomit from old clothes to his rolled toes
Said I'm eight out of ten
It's true..I'm 8 miles ahead and great with the pen
I gave the other two to a 6-God, now he a C with an M
T mind, I see fine, Drake reads lines to seize mine, this 6god is demi
Lacks otherworldly substance that's where Temp brings Tenchi
I heard God made the 7 heavens and 7 seas
Well I made the second session after severing brethren 'Cees
Each of them with venom weapons spit Kelvin degrees
You didn't bring bars, your trapped in them
From your Cell you see us (Celsius) your fire's out winded
Your dead, no wins, losses indented
Forever wishing to be the "cause Kenny is ended"
Look who's mad
My pen killed his idol Black, so he took my pad
Attempted diss but it was rendered piss
Your off centered and cross-gendered, surrender b;tch
Remember it? When I said, "I don't believe at all especially the weak and small"
Not Greek and tall
The god I was referring to was this flop MC in my prophecy
Could never develop or set up a set of uplifting schemes, don't talk to me
Silent apologies, I responsibly
Reshape your anatomy full of holes with geometry
I used all the 'right angles' in this murder scene, cinematography
I wouldn't mind being 'MW', redundant to say but he's more than double you
'3' times your level on 'call' he'd befuddle you
Truly, 'of' course if on 'duty', he'd even rebuttal too
Substitute; the score's there
You're torn and not born for warfare
So hop on Black Ops/Black's c0ck, and ask for more there
Practice on bots, till you can play Pro and reach Max's cold stare
Laugh at the fact you cant catch his rhymes, his form's rare
DogMC already lagging not catching half the "fish in the sea"
I'd lock him up, let him borrow my bars, and he'd still be having iron deficiency
Radar searching but this guy couldn't even reach my radius
Ironic, I radiate with religiousness but this God's bars turning me to an atheist
Simultaneous, kill both the deity and his lame extraneous scripture
Straining to ignite the same flame that Temp tamed by starting a New Era in this picture
I welcome your miscellaneous painless mixture
Of uncreative and sub-par bars to re-establish a fixture
In my kingdom that is stricter than the regime of Hitler
Redeem your new self cause your old self is injured
Dismember this member
Joined in November, yet no contenders of his have felt any ember
Haven't experienced the splendor of intricate ventures
So he get repeatedly cut off like an infinite blendor
Absorbed your poor four liner shots, warm form of liquor
Go ahead keep "popping your pu$sy" I'm sure your used to the blisters
This the lyrically disfigured sister of _S and Mack, figures
Your own verse a complete Miss so of course you need them as a Mister
Let's slow the race so you can hold the pace
I'd say "know your place" but you obviously lost
Spit a joke of a bar, thought he was hot, but was logically frost
Forget your attempt at the throne, I rest there and democracy's gone
Exhausted and bombed, when Iraq up the wins it's constantly palmed
In the hand, underhand, or plain texts wrecked by thunder man
I'm the God of Rap, Rap God, your lower than a dead fan, Under Stan? -
Attacking mercilessly has been my goal since I emerged on the scene,
Slacking mercenaries been silenced, no evidence, been doing it clean,
By GOD MC, I think you meant you're at a level that we cant even fathom,
Or you're one of them choir boy f*cking little faggots.
Where the f*ck is the evidence, how am I supposed to believe?
When you spit 1 sh1t verse in 6 months, stuttering out of your teeth,
I have no P's only cos you can't pronounce them,
So your rights to live, you better renounce them.
I pray for praise, in better ways,
Believe in a higher power, who helps shape my better days,
His power over my life, he's been clear to demonstrate,
If you believe in your powers, drive 240 down the interstate.
We'll find this fake god buried, his followers dead,
The only followers he had, were made up in his head.
You'll go the way of the Greek Gods when they were replaced by the Romans,
Cos you're only all-powerful against weaker opponents.
You scratch your head like "K... And?" but you being hypocritical,
How can your creation defeat you without some kind of a miracle?
Na it's clear to see, he's got lies in his name,
Not a God, Not an MC, I spit truth, We just ain't the same.
Imma leave others to finish you, I've smacked you down, I dug the grave,
This is gonna start a new religion against you, like King Henry the Eigth. -
When I fight I'm attackin eyes
You here to antagonize?
Well you're missing the vision and silver lining
To be ill with precision and killer rhyming
Fuk that preach sh1t...
Your hip hop ventures stable as your slip knot gestures
Calling out the wolf pack, hoping that we hold back
Homie, I'll 'Alpha'k you up and y-'Omega' ego
And 'Kappa' phony and like Korea, I'll cut you off and hack ya, sonny(Sony).
You rappin incompetent and lackin accomplishments
But when you askin acknowledgment, I just laugh in astonishment
Hilarious. You must be joking/choking on your own spit in the last bars?
Cuz if you thought that was 'deep', it needs to be 'throwed' out, past Mars
I take men shins and add tension till it's fragmented, much like your verse
But for your verse there's not much like, they'd much rather light your hearse
Just cuz you can lay grrrr's you think you're superior
Kobe a dikhead elsewhere cuz we're not here to provide a Shaq and carry ya
See, anyone write 4 bar verses... You can do better homie -
Ho ho ho what a treat, what a show! To see that b**** MC get put down like Ol' Yeller, finished, Curtains Closed.
God's dead, rejoice. Hallelujah Cue the joyous ode.
Wait.. Plate claims he reigns thunder and Kenny waits under with a weather prompter?
Woh, let's ditch these biblical scriptures switch up the mixture I'm sick of this elixir.
Pass the grail, the crown of thorns Martyr no man, grow horns. 😈 Understand roses run redrum, this forum seeked and now reeks of the son. So who's the new prodigal one?
I'm the jester texter heckler here to have some fun, more of an audience member using swordplay to poke puns.
Jokes run on like all of you, cause it's clear you're all deluded to the severe to even think your sh**t don't stink and have a career.
Boom! What a shot, I'm the custodial plumber who mopped the floor and Messrs. I Cleaned up.
Please, put me in my place Plate I must appear a pawn cause I nose not that democracy is gone. Prove me wrong. But know this: Face to face I ain't afraid of no man or "king" and with one hand I'd swing and then sing your swan song.
So Use that power behind your screen, bring me to my knees dear "Deity" Use your double D's but don't send messenger Kenny to do the duty.. I'm bored of his somewhat witty retorts on this board.
Unlock the glock, key in the Razer sharp wit and hit me with it, use that logitech.
I'm calling you out Pro, no hide and seek, find and try to gut me.
Alright mates, that's check. Your turn in this rap game I'll now drag a fag cause I masterdebated and came.
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Ayt you ain't in my league, but I still feel the need,
To reform the views embedded in you as a seed.
Cos right now, I don't understand your struggle,
You were confused as a child, always getting into trouble,
Begging for attention, accepting it from any avenue,
So how the f*ck you coming here as if you're doing you?
I don't believe you was born to be different,
I don't care if you call me a hater or ignorant,
You was born to accept the hand that was given at birth,
You'll never be above me you'll always be worse.
I'll always be on the attack, you'll always be the defender,
I'm being trans-parent here, you can try and change your Jenner(gender),
But you can't think that by surgin me (surgery),
You can even hope to be,
What comes natural to me,
You can cut off your balls, You'll still lack authenticity,
Cos no matter what you do, they'll question if it's for publicity,
You can try to outrace me, a mouse versus a stallion,
You couldn't even Keep Up with Kardashians. -
Goddamnit Kenny... This isn't a rivalry. See I'm the Beer league 🍻*clink* and you're the Peewees with a priest in a distillery.
*wink* Father Plate's service affecting your verses and you're doing him a disservice by S'ing his P perverseness. What's a kid if he doesn't get into trouble? Of course I was trouble hell, make it a double! Maybe a triple I'm feeling a combo Ryu's Hadouken to Ken's T.K.O rebuttal. Subtle Fatality MK ultra. Burst bubble bazooka medulla oblongata. Worse? Your perception has suffered trauma. I mean you watch gender swaps and Kardashian gossip talk? Don't believe the propaganda, think like me, a born mouse squeaking free not for fame or saying cheese. Don't worry you're eighteen one day you'll spill your seed pop that cherry blossom to a tree. Or BBC whatever the preference my only recommendation is an exorcism for that Plated God Delusion by Dawkins. Now judge not your bettered elder be the best you can be! Defence Rests cause I f***ed and won the jury's verdict unanimously.
