Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

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  1. BackInBlack's Avatar

    BackInBlack said:

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    Everybody shut up, y'all don't even know a killa
    And I don't give a fuk, not even is ebola illa
    I stole ya skrilla and slapped ya like a big gorilla
    Hid the pistola down in the villa
    Sounds familiar but I can't put my finger on it
    So I'm gettin' loco sippin' SoCo and blazin' chronic
    My style is hostile and even the ways I flaunt it
    Will leave hatas haunted
    I taunt 'em coz I love to see 'em get they panties in a twist
    Go ahead and miss me with your diss ya little b1tch 4ss sh1ts
    Coz nothing so far has come close to even fukin' wit' this
    And crushin' you p1ss ants is the reason I exist
    See I'm the Grinch and your stench is unbearable
    You're a b1tch and your sh1t is just terrible
    That's a comparable parable
    Your wreck of a vocabulary is irreparable
     
  2. Vouve said:

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    Dr. Suess
    Could tie the noose
    Around you,
    And for the good
    We'd like to hear 'it
    The defintive Snap
    Take me back
    To my childhood
    When the neck is thin
    And easily snaps
    Back
    Take it all back
    But I don’t
    I don’t feel sorry yo
    Sorry you gots to go
    But ya know
    That’s how it go
    Until you get to where
    Yo’ go
    The lonely road
    If shared
    It’s dangerous
    To precarious
    To walk
    Another’s path
    Gotta last
    Gotta eek out existence
    Here it is
    The ugly truth again
    Bear it
    Or run
    I have the open hand
    Take life with an open palm
     
  3. Kyle Tao said:

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    Hey, sorry for your loss. It's okay if you ain't feeling my verses. I ain't feeling yours either. You think rhyming is hard? Proud of them huh? The kind that goes 'My favorite color is green, I like to sit on trees, And later I eat leaves, my first step to metamorphosis'. Oh wait, that's even better than yours! At least there is direction. If rappers follow your bad habit they will never be famous.

    B1tch be all smiley since he get to rhyme rookie,
    Now you ainít got no mummy to praise your elementary poetry
    First b1tch I hear who is proud of staying off topic
    Trading quality verses for irrelevant notions of awesomeness
    Loosing focus along the process
    Youíve crossed the borders, soldier prepared to get fired
    Iím in my 25th 7 star hotel with your chick
    Donít get me wrong, she paid
    Sheís threatening me and wonít let go of my d!ck
    Licking on my pretzel like a nasty snack on the streets
    The girl couldnít stop sending her naked pictures in letters
    Iím with my own girl but yeah, I still bang yours later
    She called me a star the way I shoot between her inner sanctum
    She called me Count Chocula the way she sucks it for breakfast
    So, have pity, pal, Iím the rape victim call 9-11 fast
     
  4. Vector said:

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    Wadup cuzzie.

    Its juzzy the Vector on the set bra.
    painting a picture with
    Elevated tech ta reflect whatever.
    Its the mixture,
    The six of my spliffs sipping on liquor
    And you know im quick to drop
    That hot sh1t
    B1tch i sh1t
    You not.

    So drip drop,

    Haha...

    Im here to have a word with your
    feelings
    Because im certain that your verse
    will need healing from all
    Your murderous dreaming.
    Its time to take a line and make it catch,
    Put a hook to make it gash
    and cast that look at your ***** n rap.
    now rap b.
    Perhaps youre not much of an athlete
    i smash geeks on a track
    And stash trees in their takkies.
    Then make em run laps with a vaporizer hit
    And bit a razor to snack cos my
    Raps just shave more days off your act.
    Just wait.
    K sweet , the lazers intact.

    Blasting back in time with the fattest
    Rhyme , then shatter vowels with my mind
    cos its how i get down.
    Im...
    with the sound sipping rounds on the north coast,
    take caution or youlj see your ghost
    My forms eternal
     
  5. Vector said:

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    And on that eternal note,
    Is where i ponder with vertigo.
    Which way to turn with the song? i think
    She surely knows.
    but if not then like i said drip drop
    But the rayne never could be kept
    In a wristlock cos fists flock.
    So here is the drop,
    Unclear,
    But im aware that its not
    the hip hop that ya sip off.
    this is the next gen,
    Ya fresh men get pressed when
    i start to stretch pens.
    And etch trends onto the benches ends
    Then kickflip a set of stairs,
    with my lyrical impossible,
    Flip, collasal rip 007 ****
    With not i gotta whip.
    I got a whip,
    ya get chained ,
    that ginger b 1tch
    got ya tamed.
    Ya dim but timberlands tickle little
    Bits of of your brain
    The fiction strain
    cos sh1ts insane
    With little bits of ya brain
     
  6. MrSavage1312 said:

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    its funny when the lyrics don't beef, you try to battle rap but I slaughter mc's
    two tech 9's like come bother me please. im the father like a pastor im just blessed with a disease
    catch em creepin in a corner and im sorchin his tee, im tryna get atchu sorry I sneezed.
    baby mama good she give me head on her knees, she go and get a body then leave on the scene
    im sorta kinda hot, im turnin up at the thought, bullets in the air hit the drum on every shot,
    niqqas run to get the drop, I never **** wita thot. hollow points to the chest, to the dome it wont make you cough
     
  7. Enminem said:

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    oh sh1t im already chokin,
    na im just jokin,
    i got your b1tch deepthroatin,
    got that b1tches pu$$y so wet its still soakin,
    filled her mouth with so much jizz she started chokin,
    alright chill out just start tokin,
    bit of that green leaf smokin,
    i wrote this sh1t even tho my keyboard is broken,
    my inner rap god has awoken,
    thats right its over ive spoken.
     
  8. Yogi_Madison said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Enminem View Post
    oh sh1t im already chokin,
    na im just jokin,
    i got your b1tch deepthroatin,
    got that b1tches pu$$y so wet its still soakin,
    filled her mouth with so much jizz she started chokin,
    alright chill out just start tokin,
    bit of that green leaf smokin,
    i wrote this sh1t even tho my keyboard is broken,
    my inner rap god has awoken,
    thats right its over ive spoken.
    You're name says Enminem,
    It's obvious you like Eminem,
    But at least have the decency to spell his name right,
    You rhyme and type like a ****ing seven year old, not too bright,
    You're raps are like Wayne's,
    put a bullet in your brains.
    Slim is a lyrical genius,
    The way you wrote this sounds like you were choking on a penis.
    Nothing is over after you speak,
    Bro, you gotta work on your technique,
    Your rhymes are a little weak,
    Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall, spilled his brains on the concrete,
    I'm a white boy and my name might be Paul,
    Your rap was a little incomplete.
    Finish it off with crucifixion,
    Remember me as a artist, creating a simple depiction.
     
  9. _RhythmGod_ said:

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    You call yourself a "legend" but we all know you ain't going to heaven unlike me I get represented as a GOD I catch blessing from a fishing rod, I'll have you praising me with a golden crown and have others mowing you down, someone needs to stop this before I get ahead of myself, F*** it somone just hit me over the head with a metal shelf, to stop the madness, against my rhymes you'll need some practice
    Last edited by _RhythmGod_; 10-30-2014 at 07:33 PM.
     
  10. Vector said:

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    Oaks trying to claim GOD status, self proclaimed gangster hippies.

    No need to wait for it,
    escape a chorus and lay the blade on your
    Wrists horus, youve been dissed sorta.
    with this chord and his daughter,
    I watch as you drift through water,
    elevated tides affect the script like the
    Sh1t grew taller.
    yes boo, halla.
    I got the fresh new dollar,
    dressed intense like 60cents
    and the rescued genre
    Infects the set, with some sexy mama
    To get me calmer,
    and fVk a motherfvckn texty comma.
     
  11. Yogi_Madison said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by _RhythmGod_ View Post
    You call yourself a "legend" but we all know you ain't going to heaven unlike me I get represented as a GOD I catch blessing from a fishing rod, I'll have you praising me with a golden crown and have others mowing you down, someone needs to stop this before I get ahead of myself, F*** it somone just hit me over the head with a metal shelf, to stop the madness, against my rhymes you'll need some practice
    Once again we see someone talk about God and heaven.
    What's the point in heaven when you're only 5'11?
    You're ryhmes are faker than terrorist on 9/11.
    Thoughts are diabolical, you'd have better luck getting noticed in the Bermuda triangle.
    Wanna talk about God? The only way you'd go to heaven is if you got shot down by the firing squad, God's not real, belive in something like an impregnated seal.

    Why have someone hit you with a shelf? **** man just kill yourself.
    Not going to lie you're ryhme was quit alarming, but nothings better than the Boston Marathon bombing. I don't need practice, I'm actually whiping my *** with a cactus, **** a golden crown, I like my **** black or brown, go ahead have someone mow me down, I'll lay infront smiling like a happy clown.
     
  12. straighkillabeatz said:

    Default flow so solid

    Flow so solid wheres muhhamid not boxing *****s out like drake rapping in college my beats are hot you fake rappers are not tryin To tell me you been shot haha you never stepped to a big man living life with your small plans smoking weed and popping purple pills for shrills feeling like your on endless mountains and topping gods statue look at you, you make me sick sicker then a politic arguing with micheal Vick I already know I'm the **** take a axe just to split you rearrange your face your a walking disgrace to this race why don't you take a step back the flow is still solid ill hike a mountain with a backpack full of madraps and **** my 5th grade teacher for four days in my pjs while getting blows from four slaves I'm unexplained and a lil deranged but ill take ice pick and delocate your brain I'm a madman call me Isaac newton I got that potent for fake rappers its called true chainz ill take two chainz and make sure he gets ran over by two trains I'm unstoppable and ill never be buried 6 feet till I finish a sick beat .. I'm out
     
  13. _RhythmGod_ said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Yogi_Madison View Post
    Once again we see someone talk about God and heaven.
    What's the point in heaven when you're only 5'11?
    You're ryhmes are faker than terrorist on 9/11.
    Thoughts are diabolical, you'd have better luck getting noticed in the Bermuda triangle.
    Wanna talk about God? The only way you'd go to heaven is if you got shot down by the firing squad, God's not real, belive in something like an impregnated seal.

    Why have someone hit you with a shelf? **** man just kill yourself.
    Not going to lie you're ryhme was quit alarming, but nothings better than the Boston Marathon bombing. I don't need practice, I'm actually whiping my *** with a cactus, **** a golden crown, I like my **** black or brown, go ahead have someone mow me down, I'll lay infront smiling like a happy clown.
    You say God's not real
    but you're talking about an "impregnated seal"
    Rhymes like yours I don't need to deal
    step back cause your rhymes aren't real
    As you sit there and think you got rhymes
    You need to read mine six more times
    to understand what it is
    Man your rhymes where as bad as
    The modern-day jazz
    So think next time before you battle me
    Cause I'll sting you back like
    a bubble bee
     
  14. God MC said:

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    I approach you suckaz with my guns raised
    I kill you all fast, with one phase
    I give nightmares to stupid fuks, cuz they thought of me
    They scared of me, God MC
    I'm cautiously walkin streets constantly watchin these,
    Wack rappers, so much on one damn website
    They rap like they born out of some transvestite
    Credits to BackInTheBlack, he's rippin you fools
    Now it's me with a nut sack that I'm slipping you tools
    I'm the cause of the pause in ya breath
    Got my claws and my paws on ya neck
    The dude above me, rhymes like he autistic
    Only dude deserving the title with god is me, I'm artistic
    You's a singin qu33r, Imma bring in fear,
    Be afraid dog, I'll make you drink ya tears,
    Ya swingin near, but you'll never hit one
    Three strikes, you're out, with a shot from this gun
    Stopped reading your verse at the second line,
    Don't even respond, there's no way you're wreckin mine.
    I would step on you like I step on rhymes
    Back is the only one with a rhyme style thats actually skilled
    Yo murder recorded on the crime files, you factually killed,
    Anyone who wants to be beefin with me, at least leave some for me,
    My ill rhymes that keep on repeat,
    Blows these kids out like a leaf on a tree.
    Last edited by God MC; 11-01-2014 at 11:27 PM. Reason: Curse words
     
  15. Yogi_Madison said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by _RhythmGod_ View Post
    You say God's not real
    but you're talking about an "impregnated seal"
    Rhymes like yours I don't need to deal
    step back cause your rhymes aren't real
    As you sit there and think you got rhymes
    You need to read mine six more times
    to understand what it is
    Man your rhymes where as bad as
    The modern-day jazz
    So think next time before you battle me
    Cause I'll sting you back like
    a bubble bee
    Sting me like a bubble bee? I'm pretty sure it's "bumble bee". An impregnated seal is more believable than someone who has no sex appeal. I don't need to read your rhymes six times, they're worse than Ray Rice when he tries to apologize.
    Modern-day jazz is dope, your rap gave me false hope, I thought you'd slaughter me,
    You sound like an amputee with a bum knee. How's this for you? One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, tie a noose and finish it with alcohol abuse. I'm crazy enough to laugh at the latest school shooting, next to Robin Williams in his grave turning, you want to battle bro, mesage me. Ground zero is fully rebuilt, I liked it better burning, people jumping, and conspiracy forming.
    Last edited by Yogi_Madison; 11-02-2014 at 04:57 PM.
     
  16. _RhythmGod_ said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Yogi_Madison View Post
    Sting me like a bubble bee? I'm pretty sure it's "bumble bee". An impregnated seal is more believable than someone who has no sex appeal. I don't need to read your rhymes six times, they're worse than Ray Rice when he tries to apologize.
    Modern-day jazz is dope, your rap gave me false hope, I thought you'd slaughter me,
    You sound like an amputee with a bum knee. How's this for you? One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, tie a noose and finish it with alcohol abuse. I'm crazy enough to laugh at the latest school shooting, next to Robin Williams in his grave turning, you want to battle bro, mesage me. Ground zero is fully rebuilt, I liked it better burning, people jumping, and conspiracy forming.
    Guy you talk about my stuff like yours
    are so much better
    My S*** makes you girl more wetter
    I'll have her bouncin on my D***
    Like she was in a bounce house
    But instead we'll be in your own house
    wearin your mom's blouse
    Knock your a** out like Mike Tyson
    By my son Bryson
    Don't get to scared
    poor kid not even your friends cared
    For the real rappers out there I give you props as for yourself stick to your day job as Santa's little elf
    you got a brain
    use it to think next time you Rap against me and stop beatin your meat
    So you can praise me as I cross upon the Royal Seat
     
  17. Yogi_Madison said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by _RhythmGod_ View Post
    Guy you talk about my stuff like yours
    are so much better
    My S*** makes you girl more wetter
    I'll have her bouncin on my D***
    Like she was in a bounce house
    But instead we'll be in your own house
    wearin your mom's blouse
    Knock your a** out like Mike Tyson
    By my son Bryson
    Don't get to scared
    poor kid not even your friends cared
    For the real rappers out there I give you props as for yourself stick to your day job as Santa's little elf
    you got a brain
    use it to think next time you Rap against me and stop beatin your meat
    So you can praise me as I cross upon the Royal Seat
    For the record, I love to beat my meat
    I would say "I will smash your head into the concrete",
    I'm too sincere and kinda sweet.
    You talk about getting my girl wetter,
    I'll smash her in the dead winter without a sweater.
    Take my advise, shoot yourself.
    No one wants to hear about you wearing my mothers blouse.
    I am at home right now, always have been not once have I seen you in my house.
    I don't have friends in the first place,
    I'm always alone on my birthday.
    Your son Bryson? He'd have better luck eating the last known Bison.
    If you're a Rhythm God, Bend something sick,
    Instead of talking about your "****",
    Talk about your son?
    I wrap it, ain't having one.
    I'm not scared of you or your son Bryson,
    I'll murder you both and hide your bodies in a trash can.
    My Rhymes are hot like red hots, sweet like a sweet tart,
    But buddy you're like a mannequin, all body but no heart.
    I'm a f*cking ice glacier, you're snowflake,
    So, don't hate be real. You're not from the hood dawg,
    You want some truth on if your progress is good? Nahh.
    So quit rap and stop messin' with me,
    You and your son have better luck joining cheerleading team.
     
  18. _RhythmGod_ said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Yogi_Madison View Post
    For the record, I love to beat my meat
    I would say "I will smash your head into the concrete",
    I'm too sincere and kinda sweet.
    You talk about getting my girl wetter,
    I'll smash her in the dead winter without a sweater.
    Take my advise, shoot yourself.
    No one wants to hear about you wearing my mothers blouse.
    I am at home right now, always have been not once have I seen you in my house.
    I don't have friends in the first place,
    I'm always alone on my birthday.
    Your son Bryson? He'd have better luck eating the last known Bison.
    If you're a Rhythm God, Bend something sick,
    Instead of talking about your "****",
    Talk about your son?
    I wrap it, ain't having one.
    I'm not scared of you or your son Bryson,
    I'll murder you both and hide your bodies in a trash can.
    My Rhymes are hot like red hots, sweet like a sweet tart,
    But buddy you're like a mannequin, all body but no heart.
    I'm a f*cking ice glacier, you're snowflake,
    So, don't hate be real. You're not from the hood dawg,
    You want some truth on if your progress is good? Nahh.
    So quit rap and stop messin' with me,
    You and your son have better luck joining cheerleading team.
    P**** A** B****, oh I'm sorry
    don't mean to be harsh but
    posers like you give good rappers
    like me a head rush
    So keep stepping to me
    This is the result you're gonna get
    you haven't even got laid yet I bet
    And of course your at your house
    you'll be there till you 40s anyway
    so I'll have the movie remade
    and put your face on the cover
    And boy you say you'll "smash your girl in the dead winter" but when she realizes
    it's not me she'll wish she was dead
    and not laying in my bed
    so don't try to Diss me out with that weak
    as S***
    I bet pee wee Herman has better ryhmes
    than you
    as I think about I know a lot of S***
    that raps better than you
    for instance :your mom
    I'll have her singin
    "Oh yes don't stop just make me pop"
    Ha don't be surprised if you don't
    have a little brother in 9 months
    just cause I "smashed your mom's nice little humps"
     
  19. lyrikalgenius said:

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    Just joined seems like a lot of fun. me and my friend did this thru texting all the time it's been a while but I'll give it a shot all fun and games not looking to make a career of it and i give big ups to any who do lol any way here I go:

    I rap like its a bad habit
    and if rap is crack then consider me a damn crack addict
    So I decided to take a crack at it
    Look at me now even Chris Brown knows that I'm back at it
    You don't come out of the closet
    You come out of the attic
    Cause you's a fags faggot
    straight bitttch made and
    your lips are like dck magnets with shyt stains
    I'm just playing man
    I hope you aint getting offended by what I'm saying man
    cuz I'm just playing man or do I speak the truth
    right here's the proof all I need is a microphone
    I don't need a booth
    King Kong of this rap shyt I'll tear off the roof
    cuz lyrical fame has me critically acclaimed
    just cuz I'm rapping doesn't mean I wont smack the shyt out you physically mane
    and we could get physical again and again
    start to throw blows to my fist gets sore and your face grows a new nose
    I thought I told you boy against me you wont win
    you're better off battling Soulja Boy
    your old as fck and washed up like corduroy jeans and stone washed denims
    Im like a demon spitting venom
    poisonous darts
    poisoning hearts
    rip off body parts and limbs
    give you an illegal cesarean
    cut off your skin and wear it like a barbarian
    don't you ever dare again disrespect this damn mc cause where you stand is where you'll get your azz buried
    jus so you know when you hear that rooster cry
    it's another wannabe rapper
    probably getting crucified
    Last edited by lyrikalgenius; 11-06-2014 at 08:11 AM.
     
  20. BackInBlack's Avatar

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    Quote Originally Posted by Kyle Tao View Post
    Hey, sorry for your loss. It's okay if you ain't feeling my verses. I ain't feeling yours either. You think rhyming is hard? Proud of them huh? The kind that goes 'My favorite color is green, I like to sit on trees, And later I eat leaves, my first step to metamorphosis'. Oh wait, that's even better than yours! At least there is direction. If rappers follow your bad habit they will never be famous.

    B1tch be all smiley since he get to rhyme rookie,
    Now you ain’t got no mummy to praise your elementary poetry
    First b1tch I hear who is proud of staying off topic
    Trading quality verses for irrelevant notions of awesomeness
    Loosing focus along the process
    You’ve crossed the borders, soldier prepared to get fired
    I’m in my 25th 7 star hotel with your chick
    Don’t get me wrong, she paid
    She’s threatening me and won’t let go of my d!ck
    Licking on my pretzel like a nasty snack on the streets
    The girl couldn’t stop sending her naked pictures in letters
    I’m with my own girl but yeah, I still bang yours later
    She called me a star the way I shoot between her inner sanctum
    She called me Count Chocula the way she sucks it for breakfast
    So, have pity, pal, I’m the rape victim call 9-11 fast
    Thanks. No I don't think rhyming is hard. But for some to actually put together verses that actually as good as they claim to be in the lyrics themselves, yeah, I don't think everybody can do it that well. I've certainly seen evidence enough on here supporting my hypothesis... So without further adieu..

    Wait... no wait... Mummy? You dummy
    Who the h3ll calls there mom mummy
    Was that supposed to make your song funny?
    Never mind... it's all funny...

    You know why?

    Something in my mind's tellin' me I've gotta kill
    But I'm pretty sure the voices are not for real
    Coz I just popped a pill
    Because I didn't wanna stop the feel
    So it's ok, I feel exceptionably optimal
    From some optimal Geronimo and I can't believe this b1tch is talkin' still
    Even after I repeatedly beat this freak and knocked him off the hill?
    He rhymes like letter room but he thinks he's the boss for real
    He's such a clever goon, he thinks he's got appeal
    I aint tellin' nobody how to rhyme, I'm tellin' you you're not as skilled
    I keep it 100, I'm a boss hog, you're just a dollar bill
    You caint fuk wit' me dog, that's why your wearin' a collar still
    I'm knock you out like Ali Vs. Holifield, you must be on some krokodil
    If ya think ya gonna stop the kill
    Coz I'm not gonna stop until the players are off the field
    Last edited by BackInBlack; 11-07-2014 at 08:43 PM.