I been down n out this route
Singing song among the doubts
The day been long the longest drought
When night falls im falling out
Deep zoning, lost in my deep thought
Tuning in reflecting thru my zooming lense
Im a sheep in clothing trying to pursue...
The life of happiness, it's a trap?
Im cage in ready to break limps
See a dim light at the end
The fights, batter n bruse, blood sweat n tears
They dont hear me tho
Im ready to ride feeling like Big Im ready to die for the cause
You can see the fear in my eyes
Im not afraid of death but what i left behind
See the sign of a broken man Im still climbing..
There aint no man that struggle thru no pain
If it aint for this game there aint no reason to be living then
I been that dude to believe it when
U take the step to better up the ante
Its not how u die but how u live thru ya legacy!!
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Lemme c if I can still drop like r boom blast// it an atomic boom wt enough gas// my head couldn't think rap, dats y r gotta come last// bt I culd still type few words dat culd mke u run fast//
It's been ar long tym it seem I've gone missing// words on d street dat I've lost spitting// bt I knw no snitch can still **** wt me// here is my rap u can enlist in// -
Alvicopopple can't even spell right
If they were in a dark room there'd be no light
As i read these rhymes I try not to cry
But I just wanna say you should actually try
Talking bout you ain't no snitch
But I'm sure you'd switch if you were in a pinch
Go back to kindergarten
before I smack you with my **** as it begins to harden -
Trash 😪
Originally Posted by snowmaniam
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ohhh kill em'
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Intelligence and I can't seperate, it's these bars I decorate.. snowmania you met your fate, still measure to feather weights..
I'm thermal hot, Droppin colonels, cuz thoughts thorough..
i Smash like crop circles, you wine like Ya bought merlot..
The wits in the spit, I got Ya hatas spooked..
Clever an favored dude, you can't face this saber tooth...
Mcs Prolly still troubled wit them double syllables
I muffle skill n pulse, still impuls..ive wit kilavolts -
Wanna talk about the greatest?
Better click the previous pages
Replay the greatest wits,
yes you know the answer, but here's a hint
Whose first on your list?
skip my name don't say it
Y'all's skills are too easy to break and yes I'm wasting my pen
Better not whisper even the first consonant that my name begins with
Or I'll murder y'all with the same edit y'all were to cool to notice
ya have good intentions but your attempts are mostly inequivalent to my superior rhetorical script
I'm the reason your hope is hopeless
And the sheer literacy needed to combat my synopsis is beyond yalls tallest stretch
Its so far out of this world its astrologically impossible to notice even with a telescope pointed at it
Ain't that some sh!t?
What tf is my ego sayin?
Why can't I control it?
Who knows, better than my own medicine cabinet:
Because it's it's own force that destroys foes with/wit
Has its own pulse and language
Two identities strapped to the same casket, two peas in a pod
Although my egos massive and I'm gallant
When Ethan temp monster or Kenny arrive
We'll nod
Y'all wouldn't understand,
it's too intelligent
Something insulting about your personalities is a definite
what I'm suggesting to yalls statements is yall could be sbu or Ethan's crewman,
Top recruits even
But the rules extend far past the moderators pencils movements
So nope sorry yalls comments are useless
Kinda like I needa do: use less
I'm the best and refuse to admire my reflection until alls through that needs said -
And I don't like stupid, so readjust your entire verbal choosin'
Or I'll be quick and choose you as the sacrificial appeasement in my Native American costume convention
as I eat the heart it taste slightly of "not interested" and "I was bored"
So it Might be yalls impulsiveness to click submit?
Y'all are done at the 16th line everytime?
Sigh...Who set that precedent?
Even before y'all have a chance to decide if it'll be better if you add another 5 lines
Y'all already patted ya backs and said its fine
So I've been thinking, and
yes out loud
My mouths a toilet...
scratch your head in wonder at my metaphors don't ya?
A utility I utilize for better imagery
There ain't no cloggin me I simply charge electricity
Then blast it back at ya, like my words became energy
I'm in my own placement,
i synchronize best with mystery
, fuk yalls basic arrangements
I'll rearrange these blank spaces
Until your left wondering if I'm speakin a different language
Thesaurus and dictionary I promise,
The delusions have finalized and reality bruises under inflicted contusions your eyelids droop under the weight of heavy suitcases full
Baggage is all I seem to pull
And if you lose sight of the important fuel that flames your ethereal you
You lose sight of what makes you Your reality fades, all you see is the same path,
In the distance old disc plays funeral music and in the dimness a sliver of decision is made
so many paths, it's bound to get confusin
But stay on the path you take
Could be... I mean
I'm using my imagination
so am I imagining reality or is reality all what I'm imagining...?
Then what's the difference? I didn't notice any significance
I'm greater than Zeus or any dude from the Bible, yet this is all that is my existence?
I'm the third image in the trinity of Christians
Except I don't host no religion
Call me the father, or poppy
Just don't call me late for an abortion
I am all existence, in rather exaggerated portions
Mismatched socks or pants saggin below normal
Walk into any place of worship holdin a manuscript I stole from a dead cultist
After sacrificing him!
So I'm back but y'all are to blame
Here's a clever quote,
Do ya smell the taste?
It's Hard to be the hardest person when you are the softest hearted on those deserving rage
sorry to be a bother with such nonsense
Just kidding, i ain't sorry except for one fact
y'all dudes think your improving
Haha laugh
I feel bad for you idiots, you started this
And what I mean is:
Just address me as the "max I missed"
My return is marked as enlightenment
Im the opposite of a helpful hint
Im so subtle you couldn't Google my metaphors intent even if ya owned the whole dam search engine
But my aggressiveness is hell sent, I've been to hell
I conquered it, and came back well and full of sin
the irony isn't lost, kind of like if
I never came back y'all would stop
I'll never cease to exist,
you can hear my whisper at your window,
tsk tsk when you reach for a cigarette
Oh jeez he's eating it, as you grab the fourth slice of pizza nearest the fridge
What's the message you're wondering?
I'm yalls consciousness devouring your confidence from the way I'm constructing my awesomeness
And Like the seven seas, im the ocean,
circumnavigating Earth,
Watchin for misdeeds and a bad rap standard
Whether I be weather or not If I'm the storm you are the:
drops of mist we hardly notice
A huge mass of undeveloped droplets
No form, just obvious trapped gasses
Y'all couldn't flow like a liquid
if I melted yalls carcasses
then filled a bucket with yalls leftover juices
I could drink all of it
piss it all out my *****
Use a plastic Bottle and bottle it:
Bits and pieces mixed with feces
Yep that's basically what the competition is recently
I'm the bubbles to yalls bath,
Put ya in a good mood
I add aesthetic, like a whitecollar crook robbin the higher powers of their higher tools
Y'all ratchet rappers act like y'all still live in the hood,
it's amazing the amount of asterisk y'all have...
but I don't think you should.
So compared to my glory raps
yall hurriedly write like its the most simplest craft
But your results are the product of fact,
and without recognition of what you lack,
How would you know where to look other than behind your back?
Listen to the music located where your pineal gland is at
Same tune I dance too, and that has allowed me to do what most refuse
I bring gifts of synonyms, and catchy hymns
At the same time never allowing my standards to waiver or thin
I am who I am because of some universal blue print
By design I try to improve everyday or at the least
choose to make a step with out regrets, hold the faith in yourself and you'll succeed
Gotta 'Cee?
Where? There tis be no worthy entry
Sbu is the only one left from my so many memories
Which are mostly old and fading
I felt glory when I wrote my rhymes
Mine crushed the whole happily ever after epilogue scene
My favorite time was after someone dropped a hot disaster and thought they finally one up'd there creed
Here I come with some bs and victory
The opponents back then thought carefully about how to cypher
and yet still they bled, just a little lighter
Yeah a long time ago, when I first joined the thread
I took limbs, and wove a tree
It fell on every mf that ever wrote a retort to me
But that's past tense, and my hands are red
Kinda like the stance I'm standin in
Ready to drop lead at the sight of the first idiot to drop another asterisk
I mean there is a Fukin edit button
Thanks for your convenience
I bleed ink, my spine leaks tendencys of instincts and hunger for meat
The genomes in me were supposed to be recessive since when humans became human beings
What a dominant gene ..that's why I dominate every line I ever speak
Whether it be small talk or a political speech
Y'all's fresh fire couldn't match my burned ashes even if yall attended my rap classes and mixed a bunch of burning gasses -
laugh at my brashness
Unheard of tact, but still predictable from my prior traps
Y'all lack this? Take half of the expressions I written
Paste them on a pyramid
Then stand back as you stare
at the glare of questions inhabiting your thought process
Don't you dare think you can understand me
The only thing y'all do is under stand me!
I write in hieroglyphics, but y'all know this
You want a battle, then pick up your paw
And quIt acting like it ain't your fault
Halt, it's Hard to admire handicaps when y'all are smart enough to type alphabet on a computer desk
Y'all could sit back and never look back at the last rap
y'all chanced at,
cuz don't worry I surpassed that coalition of opposition,
what I mean is we are opposites
I am not human but Jaws, a box-office hit
With disposable digits almost like southpaw
I'm a tiger with lion claws strapped to my straight jacket
Y'all chickens pecking at my crumbs, but nothing but tragic depth so scuba gear couldn't of reached it
In my back pocket a phantom sings
While my jeans conceal a half human and half beast
But my mind talks like a creature I can't see
What am I?
I'm the true form of personality
So here I am revolving around the same problems
The same problems that keep following me,
no rest or peace, no blessing or dreams
The only thing that'll kill your rationality is losing your sanity
So subconsciously I search for a hiding place away from my enemy:
Me
It's the safest place there is to be
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Wait am I in the wrong place? I wanted raps not words full of disgrace. You call those raps but I'm in deniel to me your raps sound like a pile. Why are you wasting your time, there's people on here who can actually rymn. Raping about saber teeth but you have none. I'm taking you out like a hired gun. Kicking your butt, man this is fun. My adrenaline is climbing. Bro stop rymnin. U listen to me like my names simon. My name is Legend I'm here to make a good impression. Always in depression. Your like the fat dude working at the seven eleven. Please don't rap back at me I really don't have time you see. You have a masters degree in stupidity. Your just another Eminem wanna be. Let my raps be king of rap history. This is it for me. Doubt u can comeback from that but we'll see. Originally Posted by TikiMane
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F*ck!! you're all sh*ting trying to share these raps around. Originally Posted by HarderThanLife
The quicker you are, the easier you are to smash down!
I saw this as a joke, but I had to join in.
just 4 minutes to spit??
WHERE THE F*CK HAVE YOU BEEN?!
most of you rapping about each other's girls.
how you 'boned' her last night, how you made her hurl!
But last time I checked you're on a shitty forum site.
rap battling some wankers who don't know left from right!
I feel sorry for you **** heads!
and even worse for your mums!
Yeah I'm a girl ...and this is probably my only rap, but I had a quick look and all this stuff is whack!
What you gonna say next?
How you're gonna' tare me apart?
last time I checked **** wasn't my part...
Youre all a sore loser just making me laugh,
you're all sat behind your desks feeling
"really bad".
Yeah I'll probably get a next rapper that tears me apart?
but you know what?
Go choke on your own fart... (HAHA)
Oh by the way! for the record "mr harder than life" no point posting your pin, you've got about 2 quid in your bank...you ain't gonna win.
And as for the rest of you doped up mother f*cking losers. What world are you all from? You're all ****ing clueless.
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Alliance thinks he hot shít
But he just blends with the crowd like mosh pits
Just a constant stream of nonsense
I don't know what he's been on since
His birth abortion failed, face contortion
Out of proportion and they wanted to wrap him
Must've been born on a motorcycle highway: where most accidents happen
Just an observance cuz all I insist
Is Alliance's lines are penetrated by Nazis and fascists
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He in his "mechanic bag"..? Originally Posted by Slim Budda
From planet fag, this man put a hand on my gun....just to hand it back
His moms told his pops to "raise the tool"
Now he grown up all the way so I guess i should praise the fool
Where's the aptitude?
Spitting mediocre gun bars about pointing gats at you
How much math you do?
.45 plus a .45 does he understand the mag'nitude?
I'm past this dude
So past him if I moonwalk I'd have to do a lap or two
Through and with the equator, I have alot in common
We both known around the world but the equator shakes with caution
Your "gun like black eyed peas"?
Ya daddy left you so he was the black guy "Peace!"
No role model
So you rolled and hit a couple old bottles
Now he consider himself grown and street smart
Here's your degree little niqqa : Certified weak fart. -
I got a tool bag filled with instruments
I'll fix ya, I'm a rap mechanic
You ain't broke til you senseless
But you gettin charged by the sentence
Fuk Buddha he to slim to stay standin
Lackin calcium like he vegan
His bones weakened when he glimpsed at temp easily beatin him
And since he first logged
in he was deigned inexperienced but decent,
practice would of helped him
But recently I've come to agree
The kid is too pacifist to be battlin' in this league
I mean how could he contend with a real lyricist and his fleet
Call us the captains cuz we cap'ten a piece like we possess a whole army
But it's just three so
, when the realist elite target yalls weak imagery
It's best to give up peacefully
cuz you don't want any memories of a slaughter of entire ethnicities
Ironically he's called Buddha, named religious
Temp didn't forgive his sins as apparently we all witnessed
Starin' in blank embarrassment stood slim
He was brandished a heretic for darin' to be so arrogant
But to be fair he should learn how to indent
no chance to win when ya tryin to find the rhythm hidden
So he hurriedly hid and quit allthelyrics
Like he never visits, it's him
Only in spirit
So as the masses slowly laughed behind slims back
Everyone became aware of the fact that in the midst of this aftermath
Sh!t just got more serious than a heart attack
So No more delirious attempts will be okayed with,
y'all in my radius feel the blast of rage I disperse at my fingertips
Y'all self proclaimed veterans look in the mirror with who you facin
The reflection is yalls faces
This gonna fade quick face it
as quick as my fade ended y'all lay wasted
and As fast as earths equator is shaken' you gonna feel my waves like Poseidon was listenin' to my prayin'
Equate my theorem in rap
Switch a few synonyms for words that match your punchlines impact
Rearrange your page format
Before that: note if you use too many adjectives
youll fill your cypher with filler additives
The ingredients are intent, relevance, metaphorical prominence
And the desire to flip any and every comeback into a self inflicted trap
and what ya have is a bat to beat the face off any combatant
Self mutilation is my talent
but I'm also fascist/fastest
To dictate the next punchline at any given time full of malice or helpful advice
I'm impacting as a blood line
This is genetics and the blood runs thicker than the sweat that speckles yalls skin when ya read my aggressive messages
and yeah my script and scribble is divine as my intelligence
All created in gods resemblance
but the only resemblance I possess is my promise of Armageddon and unnatural death
Better read between my subtle lines and laugh at all my wit
Y'all shouldn't be surprised at this time
It's all consistent belittlement and y'all guest hidin anonymous
Like an audience, you can only listen
Your opinions are expressionless
Until you get the balls to write a script and submit your best attempt
But like a broken pencil, if ya don't double check before ya submit the message
There's no point in battlin'
And blondie you is a dumb bich
I'd say retarded,
but honestly you're aware of the deficiency
You were prepared to be torn a part it seems
You knew this was coming it's apparent you were scared of maxs' teeth
you're lucky you didn't quote me
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When the heckler spray, it's not spit that comes from a fan of the opposite team/ Glocks and beams, poppin things, temp and taylor, get rocked the 10 pop and leave these captains anchored/ I'll give temp a fade and I ain't talking tapers/ I'm like shaggy from scooby doo, I keep my biscuits at all times I'm a walking danger/ If I see Taylor in public, I'll walk up angered and like Gary Goldman I'll send this man and all his dawgs to the almighty savior/ My rhyme style is ABC but those the type of bars that stick, anybody can do the type of rhymes that you spit/ Taylor Maximus is trash his class is last compared to mine prepare to rhyme I'm Optimus Prime, goodbye prepare to die, lyrics richer than every millionaire and billionaire combined, the clearest mind is mine, when I rap it's lyrical columbine and blah blah blah/ But my rhyme style go like, I let the ratchet bust, clacking pumps clapping punks, smoke coming out the barrel like the burning L I'm giving taylormaximus/ Bring it back a little bit/ Smoke coming out the barrel like burning L's giving taylor macs a must/ And if I see that him and his posse is nicely dressed, put a knife to his chest, and end Taylor swift like Kanye West/ Both you and template some Ray Charles *** niqqas, my name is Budda not Buddha you bozos/ Are you loco? Cause I'll crack ya coconut, ya top open up, and blood spill over like hot cocoa/ Don't get me wrong either, I got no love for meat but I'm far from vegan/ My bones far from weakened like Monday, they say milk makes your bones strong, the same can't be said for Taylor when my cal see him/ Taylor getting a tailored suit and a box today, bells on the casket make the jawn jingle/ I'm the type to let ninas pop like Kriss Kringle/ And spit punchlines that be off the charts like hit singles/ How you predicting bars and this not a face to face battle/ That made as much sense as flava flav, future, young thug, and lil wayne's babble/
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Lol why didn't you respond to Template but Taylor instead? I mean he did reply first right? Unless...
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Both Template and Taylor wrote Budda a diss. Originally Posted by MonsterWrapper
It ain't Temp' Tay' shuns, coz he couldn't resist.
Just say f' it, expressing acts as facts.
You put the 'ay' in Tay'; I'll put the ax in Max'.
The type to claim he's shottin' drow;
You've never seen an oz T', yo,
Like "bones weakened"..
I'm no "vegan"..
I don't eat meat, ain't as precious as life..
But ain't bone marrow a vegetable, right?
You said you "slaughter entire ethnicities".. genocide..
When I knock, -you -late to answer, that's my Jenner side.
Got a "tool bag filled with instruments"? that's gotta feel great..
Opposite.. my glock is in a glockenspiel case. Wait..
Hey, wait... Heck no, let's go..
My gun clacks like a metronome; taking what Temp' owes.
You said to read between your lines, they express wit..
Nah the empty space between your lines is the best bit.
Death wish, head split through "self mutilation".
Trippin' so hard that you fell through the pavement.
If you wrote down words at random it'd make your writtens smarter..
Big advancement.. might just cut you up like I'm Tristan Tzara,
Bill Burroughs or the Bryon Gysin of violent rhymin'.
I'll pass you a burial shroud to dry your eyes with.
Featherweight..wait.. it ain't an "opinion"..
Stay the length and Tay'll end like a pinion.
You said "you're lucky you didn't quote me"..
Ha.
That's all I got to say to Tay today, I'll stay relevant..
Slim Budda? I thought Budda was supposed to be benevolent.
I always thought Budda was supposed to be eloquent,
An eminent gentleman, none of that's evident.
Picked the name 'Slim Budda', that's large brother..
My appetite like a fatter christ at the last supper.
Never seen a harder rhymer..
In truth, bodied.. Dharma kaya -
I take shots to shoot back
Give me couple more rounds
I empty out the drum roll
Find them boys slum in the drum cold
I wrap monster up flip ya M for the W
U can talk ur mouth off
When i send ya teeth to ya crew
N don't think yall sick talk
Cuz ya thinking ya flowing is waving like the flu
I make ya face blue chest cave in with the Degale...
Huh..son ya lines is so azz I bet u stink like one
Young u aint want this one on one
Im quick with the draw to whiplash ya jaw
U can lean back fitted get tab like them snapback
I spit gats that will leave a hole in ya body thru ya snapchatz
MW ya talk is cheap u aint brining the truth?
I rock all four corners im holding down the roof
U get stuck silence in the booth
U don't know how to get off
Talking bout how u on Alliance nutts trying get me off
Ya softer than a phillysbury doughboy
U aint even cutting close to it boy
Im cut from a different cloth
See the different between ya kids and the Boss
Just take ya L little monster...n get lost
U already know the bigger the prices
The harder the vice and Ibet my hollow tip
Will hit u faster than ya flick of the light
Ya candle been lit and burn out of sight
U made ya casket now u can lay in it for the rest of ur life!!! -
I read these battles then share my thoughts as a soliloquy,
You all acting like Dragon Ball the way you loving the filler scenes.
Tryna Cell sh1t that's irrelevant to bide time against a deadly opponent,
Thinking you're Shenron or someone even fairly important.
I'll snap your Shin,run, leave you lying in the middle of the lane,
Clench my fist around your throat, show you the Gate Theory of Pain.
I've elected to dissect the brains of the infected,
See if I can work out why there's areas so severely neglected.
Lack of personality in your words like you're missing the frontal,
Every neuron firing just to come up with a shitty rebuttal.
I'll slowly pluck out each one of your fillings with menace,
I'll knock your teeth out, steal your crown like a dentist.
I don't recite hard bars I haven't fathered,
I raise the bars on my own, my little bastards.
Spitting sick on a mic to cause an epidemic,
Spreading infections to appease my inner schizophrenic.
Laugh hard when I see these MCs drop, soap in the cell,
Mentally locked down by my bars with no hope to prevail.
Ain't had much time to write on here, a lot of good **** going on. -
Alli kept takin hits till his Parkinson's worsened Originally Posted by Alliance
Just a jumbled up bunch of sputtering words in
"Rock all four corners?" nah, you're mighty soft
Skin so fragile you get "cut from different cloth"
"Empty the drum roll", cuz he predictable and cheesy like that
"Slum in the drum cold", cuz he a victim and we tease him bout that
If I gave you a couple more rounds, and you hit back
I'd be 35, father to 5, still you would miss that
He sound like a midget, retarded thug who wished he was tall
But you'd never take a W, cuz you're "quick with the draw"
He shootin blanks, that would explain his "hollow tip"
Can't swallow this, you're shallow, and follow kids
See, he kept mentioning boys, till I Chris Hansened his áss
Must've been traumatized when the doctor put his hands in his áss
He like a failed wizard, ancient and no spelling
All in all, what you spit don't stick to ya shít like cold gelling
