Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

The rules:

1. Battle the opponent above you
2. No more than 2-3 minutes allowed to write your rap
3. Freestyles only, nothing you've been working on
4. No edits or revisions allowed


Let's go

Hustle like I’m broke
Your **** is just a joke
It’s all on me and I bet I never choke
I killed your flow with a freestyle
You can rap back but it might be while
Until I reply, my oh my
You lames workin bad bishes twerkin
Stack my racks up cuz I’m puttin’ work in
She popped that ***** til she said it hurtin’
I don’t care, treat her like a ho
CREAM til the end all a hustler knows
Just how it goes, ya I suppose
Watch that bish drop straight to floor
Flipped that *** over put on fours
Here I come, woah bish woah
We ride 84s, we tote 44s
Talk that ish get your head chopp’d off
Yeah I’m out I beast I boss

if you're 'broke', it's because I broke you
if you 'choke', it's because I choked you
you just clench them fists in rage.. you won't ever throw, dude!
so true..- real talk: you said this was a freestyle battle
then acted wack.. just like your dreams, your schemes die mangled

yo, 'cream'? really? well, if you're that into it let's talk dairy:
you probably spend your life baked.. & to top it all off you're a fairy
think you're good? nearly. but you need to refine your interests
cuz if all you got is 'bishiness', you'll just get rep as a princess
see, think: lest we forget.. the King is the top dog
he gets respect from subjects who think he's God's law
now you can take a crown or 2 by infiltrating the tower,
but you'll never take the throne unless you earn the power

**** where you from, eff yo whole crew
I just screwed the bish that just screwed you
Outta all your cash, nothin you can do
And I stick around like an effin' tattoo
Your flow washed up you the washed up crew
Guns in the jeep as we pullin up to you
We about to do a sweep as we yellin' out Su Wu
And yo future looks bleak cuz we bangin' without truce
Suicide attack someone go and get the noose
As I hear the beat drop I'm about to go loose

Smoke blow out the window, call it summer haze
Starin' down the barrel bet that you seen better days
Tell me what more can I say, I can kill it all day
Speed dialed the coroner, got some bodies for ya
Blood on the carpet, death in the beat
And I keep it G always like I'm straight up off the street
Hustle like I need it, flow is ice cold
And I'd tell you that I killed it
But we already know
And I mean it when I say that's the way the story goes
Leave the King in the castle ... Deheaded flows

.I only got half way thru , I felt like calling yogi cuz your shet is boo boo
A picnic basket with only fruit, but at least you rep what you do

.you can call me ****, my name be in and out them haters mouth
Yall see what i bust nd trust you gonna throw in the towel

.f*** a metaphor , I don't need you to see the picture
You probobly a sleeper, I'm n addict your a tweakr in the mixture

. Open your eyes nd try to focus, its like Apollo wrote this
I'm not a god a simple locus, and. A vocalist

my rapping is artistic
urs is autistic

ur a fat ****
who dosent no how to make a blunt

u look like a monk who i trapped in my trunk

No sense in what you write, that's why I wrote you
No sense in my sentence is when I'm on the fence, bout to walk up and smoke you
You try to hard, that's how your going to die
No need to drive my car, high *** hell , and only got one open eye
Rambling about illuminaty, won't even see me when you walking by
God ain't gonna save you, or anybody that you worship
Your teacher never gave you, information worth ****, that's why you learned ****

I'm sick as **** I don't think before I do, a ****en nut, I know the consiquences to the **** I do
Eat people like you, sit and I chew, break you bones I like it when they're crunchy too
And that cream in your dream you probably thought was money
is really semon, that you feaning funny process of dreaming

Ha I dnt know wat y'all thinking
raps old timey Abraham Lincoln
for me raps come easy
I feel like two chains or wheezy
U ain't getting no freebies
Me I think y'all all freaking sleazy
I'm rocking in my one man gang
Yeah just doing my thing
Y'all lucky that my raps over
So pull out a freaking 4leaf clover

Your right, you don't know what we're thinkin
Cus we write with big words while your character's shrinkin
So go ahead say we rap old, say I'm Mr. Lincoln.
Cus I still go twice as hard as you, thats my 2 cents payin

Ironically this ***** named Penny said our bodies should Link in.
I said the **** you thinkin? I only do Dimes unless I've been drinkin.

Cus every night I'm out I'm enjoyin it.
All these girls are like a coin flip.
I'm either gettin head or tail,
And all your doing is fail


Lol terrible but oh well. Nice method

I wanted to try this again.

I believe in second chances
Only in certain circumstances
For example, not in romances
Maybe cus I've been damaged

I can never understand this
Girls always playing games with emotions
Going and making all of this commotion
And then they say its cus you need to show more devotion

Like b**tch please, if my heart was on my sleeve
I'd get diseased every time that we sneezed
So don't mislead what I do because I concede whats real to me
Its for security, because if you decide to leave, I want the ability to still breathe.

And essentially what Im spittin is
A fear of commitment with
Everything that means gettin with
You and everything that you represent

Because in my eyes I've realized an unlived life
So now I try to define what I think is right
So when asked why I deny myself a Wife
Its cus love can't fly when tied by a plight.

4 minutes. Not bad eh

you only gots four-min to get your form-in.
force it more kid, it's raw wit you're flawed with.
his steez seems boring; see Z's like he's snoring.
I've seen these p***ies performing like porn flicks.
I'm better developed; the lyrical imagery forms pics..
it's swords of war and you've drawn the short stick.
my style's born sick.. y'all still aint caught it?
the very second I spawned in a storm hit.
see fam.. you took shots first with twoforty seconds..
D-rank.. like you took shots first with two forties second.

I'm more than raw with it, I morph and ignore limits..
I keep it real and take more than four minutes.
eight minutes, I aint kidding; I make great lyrics and stay chillin'.
I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

I "play games with emotions", this is not an apology..
I'd Buck-a-rude rapper but I've got the Monopoly.
basic contender, I'm basically better..
I build with skill whilst you're playing with Jenga.
wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..
I aint playin' games when I go ham.. no Backgammon.
play your hand, I'm made to rap;
I'll take a Risk and claim the map.
Guess Who.. got the wrong nomenclature.
I "play games" with hearts and it's not Operation.

I Rock You Like A Boat,
My **** Down Yo throat,
bars To Cold youll need a Coat,
In My Flows You Could Just float,
B**** To wetted face Stay soaked,
If you a ho Youve Already been poked,
Like A badCheck rednecks been revoked,
lil *****a be Quiet,
Stfu try It,
Got Beef bet you Stay on A diet,
Im the truth nothin To Lie About,
Always Say no Doubt But second guessed,
FirstClass Passed with weed In My Breath,
the best P**** Tight,
i Hit That S*** Just right,
Never Go Down thats every fight,
But I Do it to Yo girl every Night,
Knife To The Back,
Ok i got A six pack,
to faded to tell a cut From whats What,
but you gay man Took S*** up the But,
ButHurt Like A ***** Need that Neckwork,
Ima Murk these ***** On every Corner,
anylate forner,
Im Your Former Enemy,
Money Long Like Ah Cenerpeed,
If You Blood I make you Bleed,
On Yo Knees better Interceed.

You sound like you think you're a power ranger
More like a coward in danger,
Devoured by stranger
No candy but board games for the kid
Did not pass know , went directly to fail 's what he did
eight minutes to figure out how make it sound real
Fakin it with a dictionary on his lap to say how he feel
emotions are what he keeps Trying to conceal
Broken hearted and claims to play games
But I aim for the brains, so your games are retarted
Kid way even play
Children are cute but should come with a mute
Because of the dumb **** they say
You can morph into wind, Cuz I'll blow you away

World’s falling apart but I pick up the pieces and put them back together, cus they can’t stay broken forever, To mend a broken heart, I say things so clever whether or not I believe whether or not they’ll succeed to better my thought and reality, but the forecast stays the same, so the bad weather causes me to endeavor to pull down that lever to flip off the light inside my head, powers out, ideas go dead, the floors are stained with red from dreams filled with lead. The lies I’ve self fed go on to become cries from my bed as I try to pretend that this isn’t the end commencing. Im grimacing, the plot is thickening, everything seems so menacing, witnessing the change, feeling nothing but shame. But then again I feel insane, yet I stay the same through all the pain, so there is no one but me to blame. When will the weather stop with rain.

Originally Posted by J_art

You sound like you think you're a power ranger
More like a coward in danger,
Devoured by stranger
No candy but board games for the kid
Did not pass know , went directly to fail 's what he did
eight minutes to figure out how make it sound real
Fakin it with a dictionary on his lap to say how he feel
emotions are what he keeps Trying to conceal
Broken hearted and claims to play games
But I aim for the brains, so your games are retarted
Kid way even play
Children are cute but should come with a mute
Because of the dumb **** they say
You can morph into wind, Cuz I'll blow you away

[Edit: Uh, I spent longer than intended on mine. Sorry].


I made a Splash, earned my Stripes but don't thank me;
yo, coach.. I'm Cool Running things with "no Candy".
you said a couple things that I find quite funny,
but your crew "should've come with a mute" like wise monkeys.
here no eve'll even preceed the creed..
believe, he's blinded if he aint seen defeat.

he's not made movements..
his dogs bey..ruthless.
aint claimed fame, get over it..
the name aint known; stay low 'n grin.
code of ethics; my heart's in the cipher,
if purely foolin' I'd par civil writers.
it's all black and white, you'd sacrifice the in betweens:
shades of 'grey'll' represent the indy scene.
it's kinda like you try to heal or find a shield,
to block and stop the longin'us writers feel.
I'd trick mephisto into giving my soul back,
no pimpin' lyrics, but tryst an' I sold that.
J cub.. knocked off the ladder bruv;
wait up.. gotta damn a rung?

I'd cut Art to bits coz I love craftsmanship
so his scripts got me beasting like Lovecraftsmanship.
probably horrific if he brings prose.. sick though..
so it's OK if it's Organized Konfusion; he Prints Poe.

Originally Posted by Zachre

World’s falling apart but I pick up the pieces and put them back together, cus they can’t stay broken forever, To mend a broken heart, I say things so clever whether or not I believe whether or not they’ll succeed to better my thought and reality, but the forecast stays the same, so the bad weather causes me to endeavor to pull down that lever to flip off the light inside my head, powers out, ideas go dead, the floors are stained with red from dreams filled with lead. The lies I’ve self fed go on to become cries from my bed as I try to pretend that this isn’t the end commencing. Im grimacing, the plot is thickening, everything seems so menacing, witnessing the change, feeling nothing but shame. But then again I feel insane, yet I stay the same through all the pain, so there is no one but me to blame. When will the weather stop with rain.

I'll battle 'Zach..CozArt' made a 'shortstop'..
or not.. if Zachs Warded off, like 'youre Lost'.
Zach's Snider with comments..
and likes to Watchmen.
Zach, Rider.. keep it Curt, Hawkin' lyrics..
fam has drive, like it hurts walking with it.

your "idea's dead" but mine feel fresh..
I'd beast til even my fears fled.
you asked when the rain'll stop.. it's not dew.
and you don't flow though.. but c'mon-soon'.
the type to drown in times of drought.
my style spouts, I tide 'em down.
I'm working with the scripture like the verse is an elixir..
but diss-Z's attempts at dispersal of the sickness.
I'm a boss.. you just take minutes? ..personal assistant?
high but get the message ..like a sermon from olympus.
I beast in a battle like eating the cattle.
you're cut when you "pick up the pieces" of shrapnel.
seems he's rocking modded arma' in a daze, see..
in a Day Z'.. he'll push daisies.
he "stays the same through the pane" with glazed eyes?
..wait, why? it's clear to see his mindstate aint framed right.
I write great lines.. it aint mean I'm a great guy..
heard "cries from my bed" then they aint mine.
things'll get heated, like feuds in hot weather,
and "broken forever" like ouroboros severed.

mending? amending the heart. he's dellusional.
gets snaked by medical staff, like caduceus.
I'd "mend a broken heart", carving ventricles..
or bring dirt and "thicken the plot" after burials.
it's like I left opponents scarred "to mend a broken heart",
slept and woke and laughed when the moment passed.
"thought and reality"? he goes in hard..
ay, wait.. baudrillard wrote his bars?

Originally Posted by HarderThanLife

I Rock You Like A Boat,
My **** Down Yo throat,
bars To Cold youll need a Coat,
In My Flows You Could Just float,
B**** To wetted face Stay soaked,
If you a ho Youve Already been poked,
Like A badCheck rednecks been revoked,
lil *****a be Quiet,
Stfu try It,
Got Beef bet you Stay on A diet,
Im the truth nothin To Lie About,
Always Say no Doubt But second guessed,
FirstClass Passed with weed In My Breath,
the best P**** Tight,
i Hit That S*** Just right,
Never Go Down thats every fight,
But I Do it to Yo girl every Night,
Knife To The Back,
Ok i got A six pack,
to faded to tell a cut From whats What,
but you gay man Took S*** up the But,
ButHurt Like A ***** Need that Neckwork,
Ima Murk these ***** On every Corner,
anylate forner,
Im Your Former Enemy,
Money Long Like Ah Cenerpeed,
If You Blood I make you Bleed,
On Yo Knees better Interceed.

I've slaughtered readily and sought a remedy but mourned the memories, so scorned the heavenly "former enemies" for a form of therapy.
your thought's essentially born dependantly of all the better 'cees. you've not got the force to better me; it's a source of jealousy.
cautioned heavily.. hard to survive.. Harderthanlife.. ignore the chemistry..
bet his b**** falls short of pedigree; tricks on all fours but all 'flawed' professionally.
'Harderthanlife' like the armour of knights, but the class of his lines is hard to disguise.
flipping his weak schemes like karma replies, but consider this script as a father's advice.
your style's part-time underground; persephone movements..
my epic comebacks smacked penelope's suitors.
see me chillin'.. easy livin'..
Harderthanlife..? he's an easy killin'.
aint so Hard to break down his atomic structure,
served.. wait, now my word's a toxic substance.
I stay "cold" and thawing out.. a god with thunder.
this is dark and far too hot.. like goths in summer.
it's not right to boast; you've lost pride and hope.. watch rhymers' flows "rock like a boat";
you're shallower than a dockside approach.. and couldn't even cross minor moats.
but look and see his rookie lines could be right..
unless the "p**** tight", tooshie piped.
I aint a "gay man" or homophobic then..
I've got 'game an'.. hone a foe's bic pen.
I'm sharp as a knife; if he's Harderthanlife,
he'll catch that point like a shard to the eye.
no glancing blows though, so if he's seen leaving..
please.. I aint "bleeding", I'll b leading.

epic? you kept it! i for sure would never take it
you not gay!maybe sick,
won't be infected, or dissect it
i make it go away,today i gotta, baby sit!
your still,not growing! why dont you move?
i dont ignore you because you're ugly, thats the beauty, Ill.
not knowing you
i see your type,pedal to your rows, usher you before i pick you
you're burnt like my pipe...wipe, throw in bows and hit you
he thinks he knows, gagging, bragging
he's a beast so im using gloves to bag'em
i'll put in work, but dont dig or touch the dirt
sbu is x-men,he mark the spot
i spot the mark, and if he's texting
san antonio b u, next to bush murked
you couldnt kick it with six feet under
confused, he's eating that pan wonder
for me it be good indeed
balaam plunder

light with electrical static to blind thunder
me! i dont get even boy,like i've been in my prime number
drove thru like i had to go in line,hold the pee in,just so i could order it with the rhyme under

why you sayin' "good in deed"
but flip it in a crooked scheme?
look, he means.. did sick feats now kid's "six feet",
or flawed before I flip schemes like I fix seats.
his soul's wallowing with no cult following in sects.. insects instead..
it's deep; "six feet".. with big dreams but he'd skip text and miss steps.
raps like he's done one lap and his tongue cramped. tried to run that.
all star lines but "mark the spot" like garvey with my righteous comebacks.
"gagging, bragging"..? I've annexed planets..
aint in vain; gone beyond the looking glass but tappin' alice.
"prime". my original spirit aint divisible with it.
"eat that Pan wonder"..? satyrical lyrics..?
I'd reign in hel.. remain as well..
scapegoat currying favour with azazel.
I might give rise to life like venter labs..
exhume an ex human; left tombs as cenotaphs.
binds tie tight an' titans step heavily..
I'll make J prey like this place is gethsemane.
damn fam.. "balaam"..? I'll pen a battle drop..
and get rep like tetragrammaton's seventh paragon.
check the text, then best bet it's old school..
beastin' the book of names; no "x-men" rolecall.
I pen a text and set a test; professor x.
forget the rep.. he's never stepped.
now we're all assigned to build and fortify the field.
you're hoarse but applauding your performance like a seal.
I'm challenging you, but abort the performance..
you "use gloves to bag 'em"? I'll throw down the gauntlet.
it's kinda like watching paint dry when Art's running..
and the "gloves" are just a cute excuse coz he can't touch this.

No sense to your rhymes don't get paid for ****. Respect one spit. Jealous and want me to split. How I do yo girls lips. Ones between her legs. You suck, female rapper get off my tits. Up your *** you just been kicked. Out ta the game cause you got to serious. A buddle of **** and got to curious. I **** a *****, fast in furious. Hate all day don't rock j's I put em to sleep. You dreamin, naw this real I'm kill in ya peeps. Shallow *****, I'm way to deep. Sittin side ways. Too high, hills to steep. Get up in get your riffles. But I got this bible. Og Bringin my disciples. Parables taught. Same rhyme scheme sale out like test answers bought. Feeling wavey, aint slick caught. I sale bricks by the pound, take it go the head. Like craig , nothing Hurd nothing said. You like Wayne claim blue then went to read. Pasted knocked out have you burried under the bed. You aunt felt pain I'm bringing a pleg. Nobody love you not babymomma, family guy have you feeling like meg. Don't front. *****es back it up sorry you just been miss lead. Keep homies cheesin I got that bread. Bitter go good. I keep the ***** spread. Wide open, if you common ho put the money where yo mouth is. Dirty down south. Just like your ****in houses. Built to be broken. Talk cheap, always been outspoken. Lost your faith, just keep on hopin this over with. I am legend you been a myth. Your rhyme stolen km just gifted. Open minded. Like a movie memories reminded. But your dignity, you'll never find it. Go to hard you a soft ten. Square up 85009 my pin.