@Pro-Found
I was fine, got to the bottom line,
And i'm not gonna lie, flashes actually appeared in front of my eyes,
My schemes have changed, always being ahead with the word play,
what's the point if the fans can't rap their heads around what the words say,
Total darkness, 19 hours I still consider it the worst day,
Squashed up, not understanding, hungry and thirsty,
Looking up at that dangling light bulb, why has god cursed me,
I write with demons inside me, that i've tried to make piece with,
But the spread is unstoppable, memories can end up like diseases.
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,
I'm sorry for the wack reply, Pro its 4am here,
Think of this as the seasoning, tomorrow i'll throw you on the grill to sear.
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Pro, I commend you. Already murdered Rick
But, re-read what that qweer with a murky flow spit
Don't it remind you
Of a style we heard? Rewind dude
I'm pretty damn sure that Rick is Black's new account
This is not a joke, my analysis has few doubts
Plus he repeatedly and sneakily mentioned this is his "first rap"
Suspicions confirmed when he kissed Black's absurd tracks
Worshiped himself through another person, Buddihism rehearsed that
But I get it, he had no choice
He got bodied, embarrassed till he lost all voice
Created a new image to ride in, but still not a Rolls Royce
Even his Profile image, says "Haters gonna hate"
Ironic, who was the most hated person recently to date?
Its not a mistake, the fakes returned with a mask to mask his traits
Damn man, Black truly is desperate
To impress those who dont mess wit
His depressing desolate pathetic distressed wrecked reputation, yes I'm skeptic
I don't believe a newcomer
Would kiss-up on their first verse, fruity cucumber
Most guys will boast lies,
And begin by targeting someone specific and roast high
But Rick didn't diss a single dude, just the general pop'
Your credentials shot, so stop, drop, and your role been exposed with several flops
Rick the wise guy
My fine lines are sky high, and fly by the 5'9
Slaughter Black, his Crooked lies, and shine light on thy eyes
Rick Gammen or Black, not hot they both freeze
Take both Joe'kes, I bud in his battle to diss or tease (Joe Budden & Joell Ortiz)
Gah damn..I'm that strong
So catch on when I dispatch bombs
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An interesting hypothesis, a solid foundation,
Now let me grab Watson and begin investigating,
BnB wasn't well respected at first, but built up a reputation,
For throwing out wack raps in an attempt to attain conformation,
So first, it's been a while, so we had to adjust the bars for inflation,
What exactly is Gammen bringing to the conversation?
He's saying technicalities are formalities,
Real MC's would off each other, be the cause of many fatalities,
And that an MC stealing bars, isn't the lowest of tragedies,
Even the way he types shares a few similarities.
A fake name, a mask, a facade,
The sign of an MC that's trying too hard,
I've been in a slumber, I'm glad I aw-oak,
To slap this beech in the mouth, hands around his throat,
Make him ce-dar light, with the raw truths i'm bringing,
Screw his head into the brick behind, like he's a wal-nut,
Make him pine for his mummy, before he get's his throat cut.
Burn his body on an altar, then smoke the ash,
Empty out his pockets first, and remove all the cash.
Now I've warned you what I wood do to yew,
Maybe log out, rip out the cords, break the computer too,
You ain't real, you a vaneer, you've got a purpose,
Fake shell on the outside, cos the inside is worthless. -
Some of y'all are grinning slackers
Others of y'all are sinning actors
And some of y'all are just beginning rappers
While yet more of y'all are just sh1tty bast@rd$
Some of y'all are lemming rappers
With no benefactors and it's been a factor
Y'all caint fight the current when it's faster
And you're facin' the wrong way anyway, always swimming backwards
It brings to mind sad words and your fate I'm sure is grim -n- adverse
Because almost all of y'all gotta fall and you're all dimn in a verse
So I'm clearly here dearly beloved because I've clearly been summoned by someone to come -n- put "grim in a hearse"
Consider this a rigorous and vigorous FUKK YOU to the whole earth for bein' a pain in the *** coz this fukkin' enema hurts
I don't give a copulation about the population, that's why I pray for fukkin' Armageddon when I'm at church
I clearly speak to God and say take it all away, hey, send it the works
Or at least tell the beast to cease with the grief and limit the hurts when it's the worst
I just wanna chill, but I guess I gotta deal with every single nemesis on the premises first...
I caint hide so I take pride in being off the wall
So to show you what life's about I'll sacrifice a cow in front of the Taj Mahal
I've never been afraid of being a renegade but I actually don't have a cause at all
Still I will not quit so you better watch it 'cause when you open your mouth to talk sh1t I will deposit balls
Yeah, I been down, pushed around, and yes, I cheated but I'm determined to overcome
There's a spark in my heart that could explode the sun
Now I'm a loaded gun and on the road to come
I'll pay debts and place bets but fold to none so behold the one with the golden tongue
Ole Evil Eye
Man in black
Pale Rider -
Who wants to battle me
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Some of y'all true schemers, with bar after bar flowing seamless,
Others of y'all average, acting like you're the gatekeepers,
And one of y'all is basically just a lyrical criminal,
I'm cynical of your response, wordplay was minimal,
So I google'd a few lines, response was empty,
Not even fillers like in your verse which had plenty.
I searched the bars, filtered it by most relevant,
No results still returned, now there's amounting evidence,
That everything this fake MC says, taken with a pinch of salt,
"Na" I don't see W in his records, I "C-Ls" he'll claim no fault,
I Tes-la (test ya) with these bars, energy sent wirelessly,
Radio in on my subject, but the monopoly,
Blocking my outlets, cos they're scared of the effect,
My advanced technology will have on select,
People on different wavelengths,
This **** doesn't make sense,
Cos the free power radiating off of me, Can be used by an enemy,
By simply using an antenna, A thief can steal all my energy.
I see this alvicopopple begging for attention,
So I'm gonna ask you to stop spamming, you've gotten your mention.
I use complex schemes, I can do this by simple means,
But I challenge myself, To tailor make bars and schemes,
That fit my opponent exactly,
Big D tried to come in the valley,
Of the shadow of death,
I'll strangle you with a telephone cable, draw your last breath,
What **** MC says "Who wants to battle me"
Here you've been mentioned, reply and risk losing your sanity.
Actually, I'll gradually build my list of casualties,
Cos they're getting mad at me,
My flow impeccable, time for my mandatory,
Throw any man at me,
I'll automatically,
Rip him open, Flawless Victory with Raidens Fatality,
It's sad to see so many people not understanding me,
I'm being slept on so much I feel like a canopy,
Animosity, being thrown at me for being the anomaly,
Cos i'll challenge myself, with the words put in front of me.
A monstrosity, I get why you wouldn't be fond of me,
Your aim's to knock down the King, but y'all are just pawns to me,
Move across the board, to the end, here follow me,
Become a queen, so I can fulfill my twisted dreams of sodomy.
I'm getting all this pressure put on top of me,
But I ain't gonna let that sh1t conquer me. -
Me I'm far from average, I'm savage, the bars I blast are hard there's no chance you'll manage, your whole styles damaged, flow stinks like cabbage, let me tell you summin real quick... I got four line down n got bored, stop all your rhyming your not raw, ill hit you 1 time you get left with a rocked jaw, my bars top notch yours aint even a top 4, quick evaluation, this will take a moment of your concentration, and participation, your words aimed close but didn't make penetration, now I'm sat here in deep meditation, while my words hurt and exact devastation, my knock out punch lines cause levitation, n now I slide in the ratings, rise up to greatness, in time even greatest, while your still rhyming the same ****, everyone despises and hates him, while my mind is creating, this writing sensation, step aside as I break in, forget re-arranging your face your whole life needs a facelift, while I'm in clubs getting bair girls, your jacking up heroin in stair wells, I'm done with listening to your fairy tales, so its bout time for my fair wells!
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Far from average, cos you're busy chilling at the bottom,
Bars less intricate than the ramblings of Dot Rotten,
My styles damaged, it's bleeding?
I'll resuscitate it, then use your blood as a means of feeding,
Fair wells? More like farewell,
as I push you off of the stairwell,
Your pen game make it clear that you're a beginner,
Your evaluation, as useless as a Mayan observation,
Straight bullshit invented to cover other violations,
Like how you immediately mentioned you're destined for greatness,
You may be Ve-geta (the cheater) but there's nothing super you sayan',
Mindlessly muttering bullsh1t, using big words,
I'm Pandoras Box don't allow your curiosity to unleash the curse. -
Ohh so actually managed to practice some rapping, still Il leave you bandaged and damaged you talentless faggot, its big d right here aka daymo, here to make jokes, but stay lo, Damien so Yano there's no halo, I'm hard ya all soft like play doe, so laylo, cos I could get you popped on my say so, no play bro, taken in da back of a black mondeo, I did mention I was destined for greatness,
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Ugly as it gets? Naaaa how am I gonna get violated by a half face selfie dp. Shouldn't be lying while fasting bruh haha
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I will no longer be merciful, pro-found
Originally Posted by Pro-Found
It's time you take a ride on the murder go round
Coz that was literally a literary vertical mound
Of sh1t, it'll be a memory, every word of it now
Takes its place in the refuse recepticle
Ya rhyme like a b1tch, ya gotta let loose the testicles
I already killed the beef so get used to vegetables
You're all over the place, you could use some medical
To calm down before I drop the bomb down
Heavily upon Pro-Clown, oops, sorry, used the wrong noun
"That" is a pro- noun, and you're stompin' around on the wrong ground
Remember Dah, dah, dah? That's how ridiculous you're song'd sound
If it were actually rapped in a booth
You've been slapped wit' the truth
Take that back to the troops
And tell 'em the mutiny is over coz the Captain is loose -
"Hip hop is imbedded into my head, just like blood is to an erection" - Pro-Found
What a poet
He spittin' gay and he don't even know it
See, similar Cees also use similes to express their thoughts
But this John Locke talks like his thoughts consist of cocks
He does love bars..but only the ones that slip and drop
I'm rockin' this thread while mockin' your spread
Your writer's block can stop when I rap in your stead
"Hip hop is imbedded into my head", like the color of blood is in shred
Take notes, I know you love your notepad
I'll shred that too until your depressed rhymes ask for Prozac
Like Kodak, I capture your shitty moments, and post it for throwback
There's gems in my lines, but hard to find like topaz
Wherever Pro's at, I move past his level like a rapping nomad
Carnivorous, there's a hard differ-ence
Between raising arms chivalrous,
And you trying to inspire with a scarred clitoris
Let's bring the creative bars into this..
Wreck his verse, he filled with high contempt
My consent, is needed for you to rap with other guys respect
Took my foundation and added to his wide cement
I made him what he is, that's why they say Pro-Founded by Temp
Fix your delivery, I deliver with a guards deliverance
Your verse seems like its been blessed with a retards ignorance
A useless Stephen hawking, immobile in a broken mobile home
My vowels and consonants constantly roam the globe
Consider Constantinople, where I continually consume the feelings you probe
Rappin' circles around you, a concealing bathroom robe
But don't mind the garment
Cause when I spit like an arsonist, people tend to dry up anyway and start arguments
Start looking, you better find that "life lesson"
Not learning is why your missing stabs like the game of knife sessions
Open palm, the blade enters the gap and hits the table
The empty space is imagery of the symmatry your missing, sh;t is unstable
Where's the schemes brother? Try flippin' this script like the meme of flippin tables
Do it quick before you get killed, I'm Cain and your Abel
But forget the biblical fables
I put labels
On typical nursery bars that need to be cradled.
Tear your pitiful whimsical visual and unrealistic motivational principles
Here's an original di-syllable minimum-fictional bar that's unpredictable:
Post Kik -
wow!wow!wow
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I can tell you now I'm an amateur, a pen pushing intern, but I Keep an open perspective and I think it makes me different. At my desk I think Outside the box shot for shot. I ignore the clock as it tics I talk watch me gear up, my thoughts are about to blow swat the fly spider caught doc Oc by the bye man stop don't explode. Ignore the signs make up your mind already, use an intelligent design steady measure your pleasure. Got a fever, love drug abused drop it like it's hot. A hard bedrock flinstone spark plug in your headphones feel the heat bamm bamm pop. Meet the corn of the crop, make you throw your seat back go nonstop. Lock stock the trigger, I figure, I gun position my finger jewel runner now I deliver the shot. Pen and paper I jot the delirious rhymes.
Why so serious? I'm on joker time, and I know a pencil trick or two writing this verse with a little bit of truth. I'm no dark knight in shining armor. I don't want Excalibur my pen is sharper. Don't crown me king I ain't no Arthur. I just upped the anti, christ I'm a goner... fore I go don't worship me as a martyr. Just believe in yourself and be your own author. -
So who wants to **** with me huh? I'll join fight club beat you like Mike Tyson does and I'll never get caught by the system so lend me your ears people be ready to listen:/ We'll be beating off your prison of false visions riches and *****es who are respectable women/insecurities inherited inhalation intoxication a corrosive oxidation eroding our mentalism/ Explosions only decision blasting dispersive prisms for polarization clearing the smoker of his bars and addiction/ Now seeing clearly feeling ambitious/ I set the tone right music is my missionary position/ Secular humanist concensually rape and pillaging villages/ oxymoronical rapper a genius of nonsensical realness creating lyrics so fearless in a time of dead seriousness, with humourless politics unaware are the ignorant/ sick of it, this poet will keep spitting and flowing down the fountain of youth fosset/ crazy kid dreaming the crossing guards lost me/ walk around freely not a scardy cat, I'll climb a tree and see the/ sky day and night, stars bright, sun shines, time flies, flashes of light university is bigger up high/ telescope your mind and feel positively alive no wishing upon something falling from sight. Don't follow the blind mice just chose a life that fits your eyes right.
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Sh1t... fukk... fukk you ya tw@t, ya fukkin' c#nt Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies
You think you're feelable but I piss on every syllable
It's not that difficult when ya rhymes are so pitiful, and so typical
I'm just respondin' on principle and because you're an imbecile
You've already reached your pathetic pinnacle and it's fukkin' despicable
And I may be a criminal but I'm more than formidable despite past indiscretions
So wait and see coz I will not leave that legacy as my last impression
I'll beat you with my own wit, no counterfeit mass deception
And I know you think think your rhymes are the sh1t but let me ask a question
Why is it that your lyrical style seems so familiar?
Ah yeah... you must've stole mine coz I dam sure didn't steal yours
This big nerd just added some big words and then claimed to kill more
Didn't even buy me a drink and my *** is still sore
You aint hardcore, you aint a rapper and you'll never be a rapper
If you think you are you got it twisted and bass ackwards coz I only see a slacker
You've been asleep but you're supposed to keep your eyes on the attacker
And lastly you've tried but still haven't taken me out so I doubt you'll ever be a master
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Your rap skills are cr*p might as well go back to your room and fap,ah snap! This is like a ring ya better tap,your as slow as sap,gonna take a nap.But I know my game for me it's time to make another lap. Tired of listening to that mouth flap.I know where im headed with my skills its on the map.all you talk about is f*cking b*tches, imagining those small d*cks give me the twitches.bet you most of the woman are witches. better watch your mouth or i'll give you stitches.Your as cold as Ice-Cream while i'm cooking up steam. You, becoming a rapper please that's all a dream. I'll cut through your rap like a stake cause your nothing but a fake. don't make me have to clean your sh*t up with a rake.Trust me this is just the beginning im on take,don't know how many statements i have to make but i'll drown your raps in the lake.You say "Talk cheap, always been outspoken" but please thanks to me your spells been broken cause there ain't no way to stop it's just a constant motion,better get ready for your ratchet girls go put on some lotion. Cause with the way i'm going I might as well get a promotion." A bundle of **** and got to curious" please you make me delirious you ain't got the guts to make me furious.I think your the one getting furious, telling people your pin please b*tch I win! My raps come out ten out of ten cuase this sh*t is only for the REAL men. Might wanna back off take my advice right it down here's a pen.i noticed that statement with SBU he got your *** what you gonna do cause if you ask me you're through. All these people pretending to be your friends please i'll cut your sh*t by the mends drop your *ss to your knees cause really you belong with the nobodies
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Names Mathers? Hmm.. **** Scrabble this ***** triple score quixotry, confused? I'm the riddler amused, but you'll never beat me. So take a right knee, I dub The mentally challenged. Sir R.I.P. I mean, Typically people say gloves off, *cough* today's the day I body bag you. My Brain waves are an ocean dude. Originally Posted by Audrey Drake Mathers
Yours are Piss stained potions brewed in bars of insane jerk off lotion. When you spit it's as if I'm watching someone thrash around like a ****ing retard listening to syndrome of a down. Kick *** clown smack the **** out of you with your own shoes bag you with a rubber chicken cut open take the air out of you like a Whoopi cushion. Want those multi syllables? Swallow nyquil with clinical pills, I got critical unequivocal skills chills unlivable lyrical choke hold unfixable throat closed casket cassette tape deck wrapped a neck bow tie so fly on your death bed. Heck I punched back attacked and hit like mighty Ali. I sting and the only solution was execution resulting in your nobody beheading. -
An intro, an outro, this mans getting heated,
Bars sandwiched by rage, cos he knows he's defeated,
I'm gonna lift you up using my telekinesis,
You never used to suck until I smashed you to pieces.
My lyrical style is familiar?
Cos I've called on the spirits in an effort to get rid of ya,
You're wack bars contagious, lyrical chlamydia,
Got rapped by the Rappist, and he's been infected by your,
Shitty style, that any man can defile,
I been writing your best down to fill up a file,
I got 5 bars in, last one was entered a while,
ago, You scream about my death even more than Kyle,
So HOW DO I KEEP COMING BACK?
You think you're ruthless always on the attack,
I'll leave you toothless with a single slap,
Don't ever try to f*ck with me again,
I'll leave a present stuck in your throat, it's your pen,
My lyrics aren't feelable, all looking so typical,
The instances i've seen a Tesla bar are minimal,
F*ck having a whole scheme, that sh1t is a dream,
For the majority of rappers, white, chocolate, brown or cream,
You envision that you have the same lyrical ability,
But you're a can of beer, I'm vodka three times through the distillery,
You can be taken in large doses and still not be lethal,
Write ten times more and still not be considered my equal,
I change the chemical composition of the blood of the people,
Give them feelings of euphoria, give solace to the feeble,
Your target audience, middle aged men with a belly,
You're a f*cking filler, drunk while watching the telly.
I can be left indefinitely, never will be forgotten,
I'll give you about a year before you're twisted and rotten.
Respect everyone else on here, cos your bars are as sh1t as the newbies. At least they can improve. -
Shitty style? Alright Kenny, on your profile it says you're eighteen? Well son, it's time to bend a knee. Like when you're drunk leaning over the toilet lid whilst puking and some dude's trying to give you his **** ***** start choking. It ain't rapped, dude it's raw and dawg when you gnaw your teeth end broke back with a crooked jaw. Why you keep coming? Clearly you got a problem and can't get enough of that. Wanna play ball? Too distracted with the Bat looks like a phallic object so you put it in your ***. Butt seriously I'm the Bane of your existence, for instance I payed Ron Jeremy to infiltrate your distillery and his belly is shaking while you're aching for his cream. Dream big kid, don't drink and drive might get sick too quick, end up crashing. Wanna make an impression?Grow up a bit, Stick around for a few more lessons by Mr Garrison. See how I flipped your message? I Wheel a Cart man trained in gymnastics and you just crashed and burned shifted in a wreckage surrounded by cum, blood piss and vomit. Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies
