My stuff's improved,
It's f**king true!
No this isn't "kiddin"..
I think it's known as 'sonning' you.
"at home?" No..
Ostracised like Columbine..
I.. 'washed the knives'
and lots of lives were lost to mine.
"Treble"? Never.
My voice destroys with Bass burnt tones.
On the reel though..
..James Earl Jones.
Quit acting big...
Kid, practise this...
Darth Vader..?
No, you're still Anakin.
Put down the vibrator..
That's not a lightsabre!
In actual fact.. if you're Darth Vader..
I'm MF DOOM coz my mask's greater.
and No I don't have a "wife" 'coz that's the life of paradise I've sacrificed..
I'm married to my battlerhymes, the match was right.
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Ay yo , SBU , What the **** is your rap worth
You're name calling sounds more pathetic by every verse
You think you deserve to be in this game , Please I'll put your popculture **** to shame
You say think you know it , Please your style half this world owns it
Get a new lifestyle , Your raps scream a teen in denial
You're nothing but worthless , My words about you are perfect
Don't ***** cause I'm assertive , For me even to mention your name you don't deserve it
Don't call me HGP you stupid mother ****er , The names one love ,I will never give a ****
You can't copy me , You're next verse , you can't plot me
Think about what to say , No matter what , **** will never go your way
You're rap life has just been shattered , The only problem at matter
Has your mind gathered , that your one ***** of a ****ing rapper? -
To whom this may concern, this verse is for the whack rappers I'm about to discern
Coming in all cocky, well it's time for you to learn. You are no Tony the tiger, the stripes you gotta earn.
I don't care if you don't like me. I came in here to do it just like nike.
Life is a *****, I ain't talking about your sister. Gave me so much loving that I'll never ever miss her.
Life just sucks, but your girl sucks better. She always talking about how I make her 10x wetter.
Many of you might be grown *** men pretending to be sippity sippin,
Prolly so damn fat that you afraid of skinny dippin,
Killin 'em with my verse, you know that I am clippin.
Like that murder Jack, you know that I be rippin,
unlike you old coat of paint that always be chippin.
So damn cocky that you lost most of your focus,
I'm running through this sh*t like a mother f*cking locust
Time equals money, and money gets you honey,
but your a single loser that people think look funny.
You wasted your time and now the economy is gonna bust,
and after you're done reading, In God You Will Not Trust (Money has "In God We Trust")
I'm not a murderer, but I'll make you a vegetable,
and if I was Hannibal I would find that highly delectable,
and I am not talking about the kind that is edible.
And don't slur your lines, It's a sign of stupidity,
and stupid people always suffer from excessive humility.
Get your vocabulary up, like mine, so efficient,
And my intention for this verse was very maleficent.Last edited by Mr.SuperDuper; 08-03-2011 at 07:13 AM.
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Corrupt and cursed but un"concerned",
I've come to terms...
A love of words and structured verse:
Abundant thirst to flood the earth.
and f**k 'deserved'..
My birthright's to "earn stripes".
the first time I merked mics.
Undue chat:
"upping this vocab"?! (stop and watch..)
F*ck wu-tang:
you're f*cking with Wotan. (god of gods) -
Come on you kids battle me , The words from your lips hastle me
No one can ever say they had me , Children said they was gonna "blast me"
Heres the systistical , Most of you "rappers" are more fake then fictional
My rhymes are almost physical , I'm so god damn deranged can I can even be called musical
I just bash on you ****ing fools , My verses are the god damn rules
Ay sbu , Talking about being some high power , Oh "god" we got ourself a coward
Wanna talk about levels , You ain't no real life rebel
I bet you enjoy your computers, You "Staright mad dope lyrcal abusers"
Please I'm tired of stressing , Of what you ****s need to be accepting
I'm going all in when I'm betting , I'm the risk taker
Get on your knees for the prayer , Plead my command , Not a greedy domand
One assaulted deed , Well done indeed
Shut the **** up to everyone one of you , Not one of you mother ****ers ever knew
I've done did it , Done spit it , every word I say I live it
One love got the best rhythm on how to kick it, Yo dumb **** how you gonna spit it now when you diss it? -
you.. kicked in with "battle me", mixed it with "hassle me"..?
scripting it manically.
sh*t, it's a tragedy.
critique.. b*tch please.. where are your critical faculties?
you're basic composure. I'm blatantly focused.
your "verses are rules"; they were made to be broken.
.."real life rebel"...
drop rhymes "godlike"; feel like devils.
unorthodox styles: why I kill greek 'gods'.
"talk about levels" whilst my pen'll level cityblocks.
your simple performance was lyrical boredom..
"enjoy my computers"?.. yeah, this is a forum.
calling "fool" with the lyrical ability of Mr T.
simple schemes.. kids should leave...
"motherf**ker".."computer"..? I'll reroute the T2's beef through history.
literally.. intervene before the b*tch could breed.
your only 'likes'
..similies.
like.. single leaf symmetry..
('-simmer-tree-'?)
..to bring the heat..? to spliffs of weed?
it's inner beast vs kitten steez.
dumptrucks of skunk buds vs one puff.
"-Dumb- f*** "? (shut up) ..caged in bars?
'Thor' like brief snow.. reigning hard
..you're de-throned.
your rhymes are "almost physical" ..weak though!
just coz you 'deep' throat it don't make your speech so.
doubting now? I'll count him out.. finite phrases..
I'm "one love" too. freestyle forum five-mic rated.Last edited by _SBU; 08-05-2011 at 03:24 PM.
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man enough this hard sh*t
big hype bangin gettin off topic
enough of this threats cuz i ain't seen yet
nobody here who's earned my respect
i ain't sayin i'm the greatest
and i ain't there yet
i don't wanna diss you lil homie just listen
if you dealt with my life you might get the feelin
sometimes i feel like i'm gettin used
spillin thoughts like liquor ethanol abuse
yeah this rap battle, i'll get to you
but first i gotta...
sort some things out
no doubt i can turn this mic out
but it ain't about this
am i bein selfish?
can you tell this?
difference from the style, oh my my you..
on some deeper sh*t and i ain't bout to have this
think your flow will get me? hardly, sorry
so ungnarly you're blowin steam like harley
creamed like carly flow like mathers
say it like it mattered, world got shattered
god forsaken world and i'm feelin ungodly
should i cause pain? just to feel somethin?
nah man.. take the higher road
just cuz they go low doesn't mean i gotta go
you talkin ish? lil homie i oughta
but man i can't my mind ain't right
ever since that fight
lost in my head, feelin better of dead
keep reminisin over things that were said
right now i can't be phased
by your bullsh*t an everything you say
goin through some real ish homie you feel me?
can you read between the lines and see to the real me?
yeah i doubt it but on the off chance
that you get it i'll give you one chance
so don't let it slip like i almost did
one life we got so homie just live
just live just live uh just live -
It's simple for you , Acclaimed "freestyle forum five-mic rated"
Name calling , No new style and I hate it
Wanna talk about simplicity of rhymes , Dont diss me I can switch up my style into different kinds
Want no he-she rhyming? Oh please it's someone looking at technicalities
Believe this , You bring no ****ing tradegy , A god damn bust
Oh you think you can "BUST" , absolutely not your raps are correded and fragile like rust
You got nothing inside you, I knew more then enough wanna be's like you
You think you tear this **** up , But in a blink where did you ***** *** end up
You got no value , No don't get upset , I'm doing what I had to
My raps ARE physical , I'll back anything I say
Man If I saw your *** on the streets , Look back and see that your head had a meet with concrete
But first , I'd like to hear your indegenerent music
Oh name calling what such influence
You do the same ****
Envision me and you toe to toe in the flesh spitting , Every second you better listen
"Simple performance with lyrical boredum , Enjoy your computers ..yeah this a forum"
I bet you live behind the screen , When ever you've been seen it's one ****ed up scene
Twinkie down your throat , 9 inches up your *** made you bleed red and choke
Haha isn't fun isnt it , Name calling the style is yawning
Ooo , you think your so god damn flawless
No ABC rhyming , Check it.
Nothing but new comes out of me
Busting like a nut on the skums around me
Adjusting my ways in a rush that stuns whats around me
You want your rap "god"
My lyrics haunt thats why you beg it to stop
Here my words like riddles in a whisper
Fear my words like missles on a ticker
I will set off my true potential
Fulfill my will with murdering you is essential
Rap was meant for the streets
Back the **** up , You just met the defenition of exceeded meets
Soul that seems so pure , Go cold and I'm leaving diseases that have no cure
But from where I come from , You better listen up son
It's about capturing the moment , Yo man your raps have made me go wide open
I give you respect , But please , None of us are different to the last mother ****er left. -
alright you f*ggot you don't seem to get the picture
unless i'm aimin right at you or i'm nailin your sister
flow so cold leave the kids with no sitter
and i'm slayin your family ya i'm f*ckin ballistic
crazy or insane or insane crazy
got a coupla screws loose in my membrane lately
H G P, b*tch are you really f*ckin that lazy
take a minute to write a rap that doesn't suck d*mn lately
all i see is crap, it's a joke, and i'm sick you're beneath me
you would need to climb a damn sky scraper to try and come reach me
you're not on my level and frankly you never will be
i'm gettin baked like an oven and i'm takin you with me
it's bout to get heated so get the f*ck out the kitchen
cuz i'm deranged and sick and you look tired of livin
i'll bust your brains up quick and i'm fightin the feelin
i got a house made of brick you got a straw made ceilin
cuz i'm the baddest f*ckin wolf in this whole damn buildin
i got you locked in my basement and you climb to the ceilin
don't bother tryin to escape you're already my next victim
i got your girl screamin rape and homie i ain't kiddin
cuz i'm sick you little p*ssy you can call me VD
i kill your brother for a buck and your mother for free
i'm sharp as a cut and your stings bout as bad as a bee
i'll f*ckin roast you right up and gauge your eyes out see
i'm a twisted lyrical f*ck but don't blame me
blame the whole world man cuz it made me this way
and after i cut you up i'll sit and watch you bleed
i'll pour some salt in your wound now why you leavin so soon?
the fun was just gettin started as it's impendin your doom
see i never gave a f*ck so after i kill ya i swoon
cuz it's comic i'm on fresh like a vodka and tonic
so bionic i'm a villian you're a sissy be honest
you little 14 year old b*tch prolly live with your mom
by the time you finish these lines your whole family is gone
ho! -
Hha , You rap like you live such a good life
My life? You dont even know what it's like
Please , Talking about my sister? I have no sister
So have fun diss her , Tell your girl I kinda miss her
I'm just kidding , Theres rules when I'm spittting
You cry the world made you that way , Some thing here but , hey
I'm a morale activist thats super intellactual
Why would you say that your so special
You're nothing but a kid yourself on you sell it
Say I'm "14"
Please I'm 18 and on my own team
You wanna bring this to reality , Actually
You're sucker when **** gets mentioned factually
Here , check out my credentials
Just like you I screamed about I wasn't mental
Man , it seems today everyone's "crazy"
You murder nothing , You burden ears when your busting
I could never give to shits
From SBU , To QK No one can get free we all the same on we rip
come on now , *****es wanna see what I made me now
You could relate me to pac , Since theres questioning and what not
And the reason I say this , Oh true young one you wanna know why I praise this
The rhymes , They can be simple , But in our minds , Emotional side can never dwindle
Face to face rapping with me , I put you in your place don't wanna competing to be blasting with me
**** that , I'll bust a 9 right down your ****ing throat , Come on you fake *** mother ****ers down get caught up in mid life crisis choke
Like you quick , We ALL bust for the pain , SBU here's your bit , Everything I get mentally comes out physically and that's the game
It's blended into one , You just write babble so called "rap battle" when it's said and done
But **** , I tell storys and elaborate
You might wanna all get together and collaborate , Truthfully it'd be great
Be we all got to much pride , Who the greatest of the mic
Bout half of you can't even flow in real life
Because , this is just a forum
All day you can look at lyrics and adore um.
But wether you agree or don't agree
Delivery is clearly key , But I'm just going with harmony in flow, Ya'll can't harm me because in reality you don't even knowLast edited by HomeGrownProduction; 08-06-2011 at 12:35 AM.
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[count him out// I'm "1 love" 2. 3style 4um 5-mic rated..]
"god"s some phony sh*t to me. [^catch the rap statistics?]
I dropped the 'holy trinity': ..drank an acid-trip'tych.
"rap's meant for the streets"? (..mine are fly)
that ..'sentence' was ..'week'. (..minor crime!)
rap goes where I want to place it:
called "Home".. found yours on a day trip.
switched the scripts to 'replicate' this?
(stay unrepentant.)
.."Product"s on some 'Deckard' basis.
(bladerunner reference.)
contexts? what next? (..bars in brackets?)
broken "will". overkill. (casket smashing)
..hope the "will" was passed in latin.
you to me were target practise.
glad you think the feud's "essential"
.."true potential"?...
useless fangs or brutal venom?
superman or supermenstrual?
got "soul"? (..Motown)
not sold? (..no Faust)Last edited by _SBU; 08-06-2011 at 05:20 AM.
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What makes you think it was weak?
What couldn't rhyme and diss right with "streets"
I tell you this because you never been through the rough stuff
You just some got kid rapping passion , Please I got your S*** chalked up
Fuc* how much S*** you talked up.
You think you got it made , Talk about a weak A** sentence
My emotion is what you gotta understand , it's exstensive
I could break your pathetic style , Imbed you into pain where every move on you is hostile
Dissing seems like your only intention , To even mention acid
I laugh at it , You play out so be conservative
You act like a thumb's up your *** and your deserted
My raps are your tissue , I'm here to cure the god damn issue
Man , what do we got at hand
2 rappers , Ya'll kids need come around and gather
SBU even though there's heat between me and you
Where's ALL the *****es at , I'm tired of this back and forth battle of rap
Bring me a new target , SBU just gets boring
Damn right I'm the one to start it , Nothing about me is adoring
You can hate it love it , But no matter what I say **** it
This game is a code , It's a shame that none of you kids know
Don't need to quote your **** , Don't need to break down the structure on you rip
Cause in reality it's life or death , Damn right I'm gonna tell you how it is till my last breath
I'm a living preacher , A spitting teacher
Feel the electricity , No one can get it when I spit about me
One love ,yes , None other
Don't give a **** why I be anyway other?
I'll tell you anything you need to know , Ask why
I'll spit MY flow like today is the day to die
I'll twist around MY style according to MY life
Ya'll talk to much about each other , Why don't you look in the mirror
See the real picture , Just don't be a little ***** and fear it , Sincerely I wrote this for you to fear me , Ya'll kids better listen up and hear me
I'm no better then you , You better know I'm giving you a clue
Articulate to your self , Don't try to manipulate your raps that are a hell
Speak what you believe , Don't freak when these "rappers" gotta a way to deceive
Nothing bout this god damn country is free , One day you gonna see why you shouldn't have ****ed with me.Last edited by HomeGrownProduction; 08-06-2011 at 08:37 PM.
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Real talk, HomeGrownProduction.. I think your style is dope. Eloquent, with a lot of heart and potent responsive angles. Don't mistake my battle bars for any legitimate disrespect reaching beyond the battle's confines, coz it isn't so.
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Man stop trippin
You ain't hardcore,
You know your drunk
When you fall off the floor,
You gonna need a carousel
To get as high as me
F***ing roller coaster ride
Final destination 3
We Living like a movie star
But we pay the fee
Of bulls****g f***ers
We call paparazzi
You can't get enough of us
We make the devil sweat
Boys be steady hatin
On the girl they never met,
You better run ho*
You got your life set
Don't f**k me over
You'll forever be in debt
Living isn't hard
But niether is your d**k
Crazy or Chaotic
You can take your pick.
You can try to fight me
And talk all this ****,
But b**ch I got a gun,
You got a f**** stick,
You follow me around
And do what I do
Well... At least you try to
But you ain't got no clue.
And Don't mistake this
For some kind of beiber s**t
Your just like that little boy
You got a baby d**k
I know I talk alot of sh**
But at least Im not a coward
You kids falling back
Like the twin towers
Little white girl right here
Showing your a** up
My words leave a blood trail
Yours leave ketchup,
Yeah fata** I just made a joke
Your wheezing like crazy
But you don't smoke
The world is watching
As we put you on blast
You better run ho*
An you better run fast -
Due to poor penmanship?.. (prior line: )
you've some short sentences. (..minor crime!)
Heard groans?
Megan's on a 'Slender column'.
First post.. Burnt though.
....Letterbomber!
Rapping with greatness, so Practise is dangerous.
When 'Megs' free'z(e) it's all Bad information!
Nah..
Decent lines, that was some Hella nice steez..
but Even my laptop says 'Mega bites free'.
brutalised,
but through the mind,
so lose the knives/ guns/ dirtgraves.
-To the Dime- ..I'd
-Do the Time- ..to
spoon-'er-eyes. ..(just wordplay!) -
it's been a while being busy and all. I see we have some new cats to skin. lol
looks like they like the Homegrown I got your back homie.
Guess who,it's that prodigy casting his Hex.
Putting the rest in deficient like the U.S.
Back to collect the dept, with a style You can't reckon with,
Wrecking *hit, not asking questions, my only suggestion is,
Run to the closest cellar quick. Just face it,
You look too basic, can't compare standing next to this.
These mind storms tip over the Fujita scale.
And my heart's cold enough to freeze over hell.
Tornadic energy, dropping f-5's when I attack.
No mercy, crushing any emcee ,not cutting them slack.
Like Leroy green my focus is over body ,mind and soul.
Protected by the dragon's aura, In the dark my whole body glows.
Cause I've Mastered the art. You lack the heart.
I'm a ravenous shark, designed to rip your *ss apart.
You’re waist of space. better off Robbing bakeries.
Cause you take the cake. when it come to being fake emcees,Last edited by SK'nDeep; 08-12-2011 at 07:45 AM.
Peace Love Empathy
Sk'nDeep -
really creative bars. I rate that highly.
anyways..
"Sk'ndeep"? ...b*tch please..
bring beef ...you're mincemeat.
"guess who"s rhymeskill'll truely "hex" em..
(f*ck number six)
I'll 'behead you' like in the movie 'seven'..
(oneupsmanship)
the force that'd forge time was formed from my foresight..
..I slay "dragon auras": my aurora absorbs light.
egos as well.. I've got a fire lit.
"freeze over hell".. I'll Oppenheimer it.
you got soul like "leroy green"?
I'll break it on some b-boy steez.
I "lack the heart".. I fed mine to hornets...
but just sat and laughed, now their nest's life supporting.
I'm "Ravenous shark" fed, you fought and were food.
if you Fathom advanced depth.. I'll Nautilus you.
f*ck disputes but battle raps are useful:
cuts to cure: cataract removal.Last edited by _SBU; 08-12-2011 at 05:11 PM.
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['hex' - prefix for number 6.
'guess who' - classic boardgame with heads on cards.
'oppenheimer' - invented the nuclear bomb.
'nautilus' - captain nemo's submarine, which destroys great ships but takes their occupants deeper and teaches them of advanced tech.] -
SBU You are not too bad your self...
anyways....
Was it cause of what he's read, Something from what I've said.
Or maybe It was Cause I just wanted to *uck with his puzzled head.
Or is it because he's a .Pesky insect! . Never too clever to swat.
What ever endeavor you've cleverly Put together is Squashed..
Your aura, absorbent for more of what I've got is shot,
overloaded,exploded, like eggs inside microwaves pop.
You hit a sore spot? Never. How Deep does it? Better.
Your forecast for the season, tepid, his chances have weathered.
I see you more as a Medium which is it, foresight or tumor?
It's hard to take you seriously. In every way I find humor.
A delusional suitor of himself who only reflects as the looser.
Pursuer of his own funeral take a good look at the future.
Maybe one day the Nautlius will be useful for scrap metal.
The SB is already full of semen, the last initial just needs to back pedal. ( SUB)
Both are history, like your contract, I've wipe my *** with it, Now it's official.
your dismissal, *uck a Oppenheimer I disassembled you with lyrical Missiles.Last edited by SK'nDeep; 08-15-2011 at 02:22 PM. Reason: typo
Peace Love Empathy
Sk'nDeep -
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"(SUB)" line: 'sublime'. unwise too;
just like 'sub-lime's unripe fruit.
"scrap the Nautilus"?
I've kraken's force an the
deep flows're slick
but you couldn't clown Nemo the fish.
how you gonna hit me with "lyrical missises" if..
even when you tried to type 'missile' you missed it's switches?
"read"? please... it's automatic
like I burnt books; snorted ashes.
under pressure, quick release; a hundred dead from killing sprees
but one percent worth sympathy and "puzzled head"s were missing 'peace'.
an unrelenting liturgy but f*ck regrets, it's bittersweet
in synergy....
I'll bring the 'frees'.. the sun'll die.
my.. "forecast" burnt you: that was summerized.Last edited by _SBU; 08-15-2011 at 01:53 PM.