Originally Posted by Anonymity

Everyone currently is absolutely not worthy
Hurried flawed scheme y'all are submitting
leaves me wondering if any of you can read your own typing

Daking oh duck King, King of sucking at rapping
Your replies are quacks, and you act all cocky
Real one called himself all-beef, but you're the chicken patty

Duh King everytime you read a reply from me
It'll have you ducking at your computer screen
You'll notice I replied with fire to your "ice"
and your first thought will be "dam he frosty"

Been watching for a match but the vision became clearer
I'm beginning to think competition
is me vs the mirror
This is my post one and even those who've posted some
Are still inferior to the point I've gotta battle everyone

Real one your rhymes are filler
Killa who can't pronounce "er"
Vowels in words where they werent before
I'm betta at bein good, and I'm more consistent...er
My words are fire, yours are aighters
I barely tried, you need to try harder
I'll let it slide once but next time is slaughter

Thought he was smart but I logged on
Real one is artificial, Armstrong
Feel my omnipotent pencil, Mars to the Sun
Real one can catch my lyrics like an atomic bomb
Real one is so off topic his raps are about being random
He's half a man, his hymen is intact
Attached to a tight vagina cuz real one
Gets fukd in the as$

Last stanza before I audition with my battle script
Past legends set the standard and y'all let it slip
Rendered all pathetic with no battle art to submit
Filled couplets basically filled with filler and the diss then becomes irrelevant.. Only filler

Not worthy?? Look at this twink all cockthirsty
On the vets' D hoping they'll give him the girthy
Sure, long days and late nights will put some hair on your chest
but it takes more than a callous on the side of a finger to be the best
Shiiit, lazy-minded individuals get devoured in this arena
Where I'll put crews down like shots at a cantina
Like Jay Electronica said, "I dont feel ya"
Learn to be wary of envious men antes de que se te echen encima
I'm the stuff of nightmares to your favorite rapper's ghostwriter
You got highchair raps with the lung capacity of a coal miner
You think you're so dope but my flow's tighter
You can't rap with me and you sure as hell ain't no writer!
Knock your block off while you spout your bullshit from atop a glass soap-box
You should be pummeled with rocks, I give absolutely no fuccs
To be frank with you, you're not even that good
I don't believe you can formulate a proper response but you should
put me in my place, show everyone how great you can be...
Pffft! I'm doper than you to the muthafuccin umpteenth degree!
Straight up you look like a warm meal to me
Get ate up and leave a starving artist at peace
I pray B.I.G's ghost leaves Lil Yachty deceased
I don't do catch-and-release you have awoken a beast!

Yo, I'm back in the session!
Rapper alike, mc, textcee getting slam with the new edition
New chapter, happy new year 2017!!
New pages to the content more flows to ya conscious
Alliance back to back, back at it again!
with so much back..break beat get ya dizzy..backspin
No pen just pushing the keys-kilos so cold it's snow in
Win-win situation fucc ya freestyle my free written..
Blaze ya free session, decipher the hyper cypher rendition
Ya mice to men, boys too men Im all hype all flight like a kite to the wind
Been long since..after the break Im back in breaking that all innz
Printing them paper no dry inks just digitalize the money wise spent
Mcz pick up the slack ya lacking common sense
Allince got lines u can't define the fine print
Divine spit..load up the lama and watch it spit out fiya
Wave ya lighter in the air n raise ya blunt higher
I ignite flame that burn sun spot in ya membrane
Intense game playing to win, yesh I am!!
Ya sos to ya son of sam sol..
I'll burn ya url and if u don't believe me..
U can burn in hell..so for real..it's soul so real
No really so surreal..im the fuccin real deal..
Ya bytch know I kill her..wrap sheet..
Show me a pu$$y I put it to sleep..
Creep with ya deeds I put u 6 feet deep in ya grave
The lines between u and me is 6 feet above the space..
Im so lit the drug is so lace
Spit the spit get ya mind all cage..
Ya spit rage? ya shiet fake I'll raid ya spit
Don't hate the haters just hate what the game is..
Display skillz so scientific futuristic flow fitted to the brim
My style grim reaper u seeing death before u go up against Alliance!! (Nukka!!)

Now I'm stronger and better, wiser and older,
Nowadays i feel like i'm somehow nicer yet colder,
It's hard for people to gain my trust or respect,
I'm vicious with words, quick to impress with my dialect,
That's mainly a wall that can't crumble, a natural defence,
In life there's many who wear masks, it's all a pretence.
I got friends by the bucketload, literally in the hundreds,
But they're friends with the facade, inside there's a monster,
Only time i've ever let go i've seen the damage that that **** can do,
So I scribble in a pad, it's all I've got to express the views,
Society as a whole wouldn't get, fathom or grasp,
Probably make up some mental condition, say my heads in the stars,
I guess this ain't really a battle response, it was just a trigger,
So i put the glock back in my mouth, pull back the trigger.

Blood splattered, brains scattered, all over the wall,
'18 year old medic found dead in the bathroom stall'
They'd discuss it, conclude I was selfish,
Nothing happened in his past, thats how they'd sell this,
Maybe put a spin on it, stretch for a mental illness,
Or say that the workload was too much and that's what killed him.
It's sobering to think, in a few short years i've gone from the brink,
To being a stable citizen, just through mind power and discipline,
And realising dwelling on things that can't change, is actually whats imprisoning

Look at my life, this is what I do
You was taking flights but you ain’t ever flew
I put it all on the line, I’m standing on the money
Life is my *****, you will never take her from me
Look at my life, this is what I do
You was taking flights but you ain’t ever flew
I put it all on the line, I’m standing on the money
Life is my *****, you will never take her from me
Stuck in a room, eyes real low, staring at the engineer ‘cause time froze
Blurry vision, I’m only seeing what God chose
So I let my heart breathe and I sigh slow
At any minute, I could lose my vibe
A couple of single *****es drunk from the high
A couple lies, couple flows and them hard bars
A screw face is all of you damn Pop-Tarts
I just wanna make this music, **** you and your pop charts
I’m a blessing to this art, the message I retort
Nothing is impossible but imposters can measure you
Tell it you’ll never make it, death is only awaiting
The dreams of a man, life full of richness, wealth in the soul
Believe it or get rid of it, I’m only trying to find out where I’m headed
And if Heaven never calls, I’m still rocking God on my letterman

I'm a savage, but you are a cabbage
I lay down the beat, but you smell like feet

Ima cut this quick that **** is sick if you practice more you could speak it and floor it.. spit faster then Eddy Murphy the oilmen so stay awhile you might learn a thing or two

I get high, get blown in the zone
So gone can't find the key to my home
Still ownin' the flows all greenery full grown
Im on..another one, smoke out the bong
Long hit keep it going get stone like jesus
knockout on the bedrock rock'n hard
Keep them rocks out, ice out freezing
Lights out but the cherry keep burning..
Earning my stash high..cash dive
Scrooge Mcduck how I keep them coins tuck
Living the life to the fullest cuz only death is guarantee
Buffing on my dubbie like it's a bear necessities
Living life fully any mean necessary
Quantum theory I keep my blunt lit
Feel the force n let Princess Leia live..
Im gas out just running on fumes
My life too positive I don't let the negativity consume me..
Slappin' bones bytch just pay me..
Set them bags got enough..
To go all around the world just spade me!
He who shade or hate the way I free
Man fucc ya free got u screaming out...
Like Free just put the beat on plz!!

21 year old rapper from Sydney Australia was recently in a bad accident i got hit by a car in thailand , broke my leg and had a bleed on my brain causing post traumatic amnesia, so i lost the ability to make new memories for a few months, anyway if i hit 10k subscribers ill film and post my first freestyle since my memory came back
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRc...HiL-5CNpyZokFw

21 year old rapper from Sydney Australia was recently in a bad accident i got hit by a car in thailand , broke my leg and had a bleed on my brain causing post traumatic amnesia, so i lost the ability to make new memories for a few months, anyway if i hit 10k subscribers ill film and post my first freestyle since my memory came back
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRc...HiL-5CNpyZokFw

Originally Posted by Moctezuma

Not worthy?? Look at this twink all cockthirsty
On the vets' D hoping they'll give him the girthy
Sure, long days and late nights will put some hair on your chest
but it takes more than a callous on the side of a finger to be the best
Shiiit, lazy-minded individuals get devoured in this arena
Where I'll put crews down like shots at a cantina
Like Jay Electronica said, "I dont feel ya"
Learn to be wary of envious men antes de que se te echen encima
I'm the stuff of nightmares to your favorite rapper's ghostwriter
You got highchair raps with the lung capacity of a coal miner
You think you're so dope but my flow's tighter
You can't rap with me and you sure as hell ain't no writer!
Knock your block off while you spout your bullshit from atop a glass soap-box
You should be pummeled with rocks, I give absolutely no fuccs
To be frank with you, you're not even that good
I don't believe you can formulate a proper response but you should
put me in my place, show everyone how great you can be...
Pffft! I'm doper than you to the muthafuccin umpteenth degree!
Straight up you look like a warm meal to me
Get ate up and leave a starving artist at peace
I pray B.I.G's ghost leaves Lil Yachty deceased
I don't do catch-and-release you have awoken a beast!

Moc your ovaries have to be inside out,
you called me cokthirsty....
But your rhymes sound dried out
Called me cockthirsty, how in the world
Your rhymes are begging for mercy, you are a dead girl

Coal miner lungs? You shoulda been clotheslined and hung
My internal temperature is upteenth and somn'
A gajillion decrees hotter than sun
Your a million exponents from where I begun

moc was thirsty for attention, he is atleast okayish
Heres an explanation as to why he wrote basic
he writes "special" edition for people like him
His style is retarded, so words are easier to comprehend

Mortal combat with handicaps, and acrobats
Hemispheres clash to produce a synapse of finesse you ain't witnessed since Mars collapsed
Born split in half, I formed when my twin passed
Abnormal gift with gab, took a week now I'm passing rap as a gift I've always had
I'm flexible with verbal tact, incontestable with vocab
You will not find a better format
But realize you can only be my doormat

moc is a real fag
This thirsty coksucker would suck Sasquatchs red rocket shuttle for a skittles bag
Tasted the rainbow and Moc would swallow gag

He called me cockthirsty... Won't be forgetting that
He's a Dik hungry foreskin suckin' turkey, who gobbles big nads
Endangered species of poultry, he's the last

I bird hunt pterosaurs, wasting ammo on buzzards is for others
You're a canary bird
and this isn't glory this is me kinda bored
You've been smothered since the second stanza I'm sure

Moc bleeds more than most girls
His scheme rhymes aight...but lacks firm force
He is like a blistered sore,
eventually a callous will form
I'm quirky, I wear what the vets wore
Evil stares and stopped throats
Beware the lost folk, anonymity is an inside joke
Corny yes, but the devil knows where the children of the corn grow

Moc turned into a beast?
He's a mockingbird missing wings,
'Flow tight' like he can't breathe, he's gonna suffocate on my minor/miner scheme
If he thought he had a chance at victory
He must be delusional, false memory

when you steal lyrics cause your too lame lol

Who would that be

Lately, lyrically incline'n combining..
The very essence of timing..
The fundamental truth in rhyme'n
I live in this space between the line-in
Any given dime earn since, I chime in
Climb the chart stake my mark..
Walk the bark..parked at the lot
The hunnies..playboy bunnies
Know how I talk their hearts
I wear emotion on my sleeves
The way they feel my spark..
Started with alil adequacy
To holding hands in the park
Snuggle up closer..
When she's afraid of the dark
Luv the way she strut ya parts
We don't part ways we part legs
I row hard in her lakes alot..
Ate the cakes alot.she bake it up
I melt right in the spot
She know how to work it right from the start..
I don't shift gears just let it sink in her thought
She don't fight the feeling just embracing the feeling alot..
Next summer I didn't see her again..
But she capture a piece of my heart..
A piece of the puzzle I piece up..
embedded in my frame memeory slot..
I don't go against the grain..
Just let every grain hit on that clock!

Not a battle rap. But opponents are welcome

This is a Caucasian overtaken the track
I ain't racin' cuz that's racist if I ain't black
Wasted words on an audience that exaggerates facts
Turn gates off, and waste Kodak
I ain't all about the trends now I remember the past
Thank you Naz, Tupac, em and LL
You are my inspiration, and I hope I've done well

This is the details on how rap fell
Too many plastic afri'Ken
Dolls talkin' over instrumentals
They consistent with the simple mental and we all thought damn compared to nothin' else on da radio
Maybe they got potential
Dismissal
Frustration I feel when all my friends say they real
I'm over here starvin' with a value meal

It's aight though I'll make it with my rhymes and clothes
But on a higher note, gonna talk about lil yachty
the whiny boat, with a leak in the body
and his featured bros, with grills so large they barely talking
They are calling themselves freshman, students I'm embalming

They special on a tour bus,
yes they all wear helmets when they show up
That bus is a short bus for autism and dumbfuks
Them biches brainwashed to think they spit'n polish
wipe the cum off
and tell them nighas to come off it
Wipe the planet and all the humans off it
That be awesome
Crash the ark into the Arctic, take off with the holy convent
Rewrite history with no fukn words on it

Let's be honest it's hard to separate the artist from the convicts
Tragic models sponsored like they worth som' but they only addicts
No consciousness they do it for the Rolex, thots and biches
I do it for the thoughts of kids who feel as lost as I did
Pessimistic moments but I strive for the opposite
I'm positive that my confidence is enough to over take the opposition and push hip hop off the cliff
These fake gangbangers can catch the monster under the mattress
I'm the boogie man and the puzzy bandit
Focus on my silly antics
Venom from my words implanted in your spinal cord,
This is martial form, preying mantis

Somn and such as it is
I fire shots for the attention and this is for the audience
I'm continental massive with an extended vocab list
I gotta mention I'm narcissistic but you can catch this complimentary dik

Irrelevant, like this topic switch
I like thick chicks with lips I can make an "O" with before the suck dik
Netflix and chill means no television til the bich is pregnant
And if then and if when, the paternity will always be a question

Unstable tongue I talk in French,
extended senses, my omnipotence is fully loaded and global explosion is in development
Always flexin the best intelligence
I'm a scientist crossed with a Martian,
out of this world with my logic

I cross words like crossed swords,
Throw up the crossed words in possessed form

My tonsils are sore cuz my lyrics are ill
I will Leave your spirit torn and sore with molecular burns
While your body burns at a land fill

This is an exorcism and I ain't even Christian
I'm killin the fallen angels with basic precision
Double shot to your temple, while I shoot from the hip with my pencil
Break bread with government officials
Blue lives matter cuz your life depends on their manners
Unconstitutional disaster, but you can blame our ancestors

Yo, I'm here to inform u, if u don't wanna listen then I'm just gonna have to warn u, ur thoughts are whack but most of all ur rhymes are 100% slack, ur a nerd, best of the geezers, man I bet u double strap ya backpack I'm makin u scared huh, u sweaty. Cuz after this one u better be ready. Look. U the type of ni*** to bring a knife to the gun fight. We shootings the rhymes but there ain't nothin like mine. But u in the corner just cuttin the time. But I gotta go now I'm runnin outta space. But I hope ur finally in ur place. Nvm who was I kidding.. u were never leading this race

I'm gonna jump in right about now, I doubt you're gonna listen but I swear I'll make you bow. Imma lay it down, and this is how it goes. Now that I'm here we can start this show. This truly was a bore but I wasn't expecting more, all y'all are weak. You can't kill my three year streak. I'm no eminem but I can promise you. You'll run and hide before I'm even through. I know I'm not the best and you can say what you'd like, because I've heard it all before but I won't stay on the floor. You can try to knock me down but I won't stay on the ground. I'm taking the spotlight, they're cheering for me, you can lay down the mic, because I can't be beat.

My lyrical combat, will leave you deceased and in piece on tracks
I bring the heat on wax, to split through your hard hats
When I deliver rhymes, I rock you from your liver to your spine
When I spit I gotcha giving up the mic, unable to give another line
My techniques have been critiqued, been given five stars
IÂ’m living like a star with over nine cars, IÂ’m never behind bars
To go against me youÂ’re gonna need a permanent type of insurance
ThatÂ’s unheard of, come try to rap on my tracks and get murdered
So many things in my life, IÂ’ve been trying to shake
Either night or day, my rhymes are the only thing that makes me try 2 stay awake
I got enough issues, to blow tears on about 1,000 tissues
If you come against me, you better bring your flowers with you
IÂ’ll murder you without a pistol, words off the top of the dome
Acts as my chrome, no need for gats I get relaxed in the zone
When IÂ’m in the moment, I spit lyrical components
Unfit for anyone unfocused who hasnÂ’t slept on it
And no one is potent enough to try and test the pedigree
Going against my techniques is like going against my weaponry
Do u really wanna TEST ME!?

The rhymes get dissect,
Y'all lines water down..diluted..bad mix!
My dialogue speak intellect
Just let me flex this text
I got this around the wrist like a rolex
Chest puff'n up the smoke
My style bowflex that get cut up in dope
Peak the scope thru the eye hole
Put that together..whole!
N get bullseyes thru this snipper barrel
Hit ya like a 1000 arrows
Bring chills down ya spine like an eskimo
Inhale deep a snipper breath..
One shot..one death!
If I can give u one mic..like it's one life
Like it's one night to live!
One flick of the light!
Spread L like an MC gift
Toss up the spliff
I was born ready to die!
Y'all welcome to try!
Bring on the fight..
I bring fiya like a Heath-cliff!!!(ughh!!)
Hit the switch make that clip..click
Bang! Bang! Make ya brain tick..
I got this itch to pull the trigger..
Nikka seeing reaper like a long slumber
Ya pu$$y-azz cold since last December!
I don't fucc with short papers just long numbers
Ya rap pissing poor in the pot..shallow imagination
Im deep in that bytch like a long vacation
Style embrace me it's hip hop infatuation
Most of y'all are cheap imitation..crab-meats
Ya raps weak..gats don't kock right..
They just kock tweak!!
Y'all aint rap god just rap fraud
Go to China...they wrap dawgs!!(ha!)
I pack this strap with sugar it's pack smart!(lol)
My rap too arrogant it's rap smart!
Ya sweet-tooth so dangerous ya pop-tarts!!
When I pop hard it heat up the burner
The toaster will make u ghostier
Get ya closer to ya real God!
Lord forget me not!
Im still dwelling in this world to rot!! (Oww)
Lord forge my mind with the purest thoughts!
Poet with the lost art..with more arch to ya last ark!
Ancient tongue the flow ages as the sun!
There's nothing new under the sun!
Alliance breathe new life back into this game..
Shut this shiet down n show y'all suckers how it's done!!(Nukka!)

Excuse me I don't recall claiming to be a god, but who are you to scream out fraud?
I'll leave you speechless, I don't need you to applaud.
You call this a game, but it ain't no joke,
You'll be talking when you start to choke,
You won't be able to spit what you call "fire"
And say what you want but I'm no liar,
I mean what I say, you'll have no words,
No rhymes to say you'll forget to use your vocal cords.
You mistake me for someone I'm not
You think I'm someone who will just give up?
I don't go down without a fight.
But I'll make sure you're screaming in fright.
I haven't even started, I'm just warming up.
I'll show all of you just what I'm made of.
Yeah you're gonna wish that you never even tried,
Because by the time I'm through, your brain will be fried.
And I know your punchline to come back at that one,
"Yeah it'll be fried because you're so dumb"
Something along those lines, right?
You all are the same,
You're rhymes are a bore and so first grade.
You just can't handle my talent,
You're way below my level,
I can get better competition from a itty bitty pebble.
But I'll have to settle,
You really aren't successful.
Don't feel bad there's several,
But I won't be gentle.
I'm no god I won't show mercy,
Bow down you really aren't worthy
Take your time, to think of a rhyme, no need to hurry.
Just take some time with the mic and balance out your rhymes,
Then come back at me when you can put up a challenge.

i wanna battle