Well, I found the rap battle we had a while back great fun. Anyone else? If we get enough people we could have rounds with impartial judges etc
should i start...? You're all Pumped up, puffed up, ready to fight But have you got any hot rhymes to shine under the light? You're just buyin' the music, someone else writin' your shit So when real emcees take the stage, you'd better be ready for it And you feel it, watch the words nail you down You can tell you've been beaten, taken straight to the ground Brace yourself, it's coming, and you're heading for the end Anything you've got to say now is just irrelevant All that fake, commercial shit can got out your window And be ready for me too, I'm coming for you, so You'd better run, you'd better run real fast 'Cause the next verse you rap may well be your last I execute precisely, killin' it with energy You're just talking loud, saying nothing, you're not an emcee Be careful what you say, man, I'll spit until you drown Step out of line, you'll be history by the next round
I make up all my rhymes,that hard to believe? I ain't like you,paper up your sleeve You're the one should run when i'm rappin' Got everyone in the UK standin' n clappin' I ain't got an album,or help from Ryu 'cause i dont need it,im better than all o' you I can't emphasize enough the skills that i got Enough to beat all o' you,M.shinoda has a bad shot I'll take any challenge set upon me When i start spittin' im watchin' them flee Cause its not spped or length,its the delivery Ill never stab em in the back cause i got chivalry Face to face killin' thats how i like it I need no weapons with the poison i spit
Last night I got in a fight Police cars, sirens and flashlights I found myself pressed against the wall I was bleeding from my wounds and where were y'all You were chilling at home playing some pop I've got balls man, and that's what you ain't got I'm a gangster, mafia bosss and I'm getting away with murder Cause I listen to Papa Roach and I love the smell of gun powder Bang! Bang! And all the chicks know my name I'm a veteran here and you've just got in this game I use smilies while I'm gangsta rappin You haven't seen and before therefore you won't be forgetting I take a bathe in champaigne, I'm that rich You're glad if you take a sip of champaigne, cause you're a miserable bitch I know this is not even close to rapping but still i tried, yo!
damn right dusan-and you aint no rapper No reason to try cause i know that you are crapper You use smilies to cover up your lack of lexis Well, from a nooby i've come to expect this You all out there with no inspiration Uncharted skill got me top o' the nation I know you guys love me-stockholm syndrome This is why i am sittin'-king on my throne You need alotta shit to dethrone myself Thats why you sellout-shit on the shelf
Saunderitos you think you're an MC Crazy thoughts fill through out your chin putting you misery This chivalry I write without ever giving a fight It makes you wannabes feel like a kid flying kite But you know what's tight You and me not riding a tryce Choosing to spit without a mic I keep my mind insight of what you don't know Around the globe, Costa Mesa to Garden Grove With a click to throw a quick blow It better to stay on the low cause you Politicians are constituting on death row
Heshboy thinks he can rhyme something fierce, But he sounds more like a middle aged loser whos had more than a few too many beers, so Get off your pedastal, or go ride a bicycle, But please, for the sake of us rhyming folk, Do something to take your mind off your damn menstural cycle, and I'll show you something really dope. Make way for the new sound, I'll take that mic from your hands cause I'm lyrically bound. Think just cause I'm a girl, that I can't bust a beat? Well I may be female, but I can serve you something That'll sweep you off your feet, and you'll be like raw meat in a dog cage, homie-G. Naw, I ain't a little femminest But I could rock the mic harder than most of you men. I think I've given you all a little something to defend So I'll pass the mic on and call this shit the end. ....jesus.
I ain't no sexist and i ain't hatin' on you You're a girl yeh,but your crap,its just you You rhymes ain't got style or explosive lyrics You and heshboy are just emcee gimmicks Heshboy can rhyme,a little and a few Which is more than any critic could say for you Fierce and beers-What were you thinking? That line caused me double blinking You couldn't seriously write that shit Would read it all-but got fed up of it Right about now I complete this rhyme No reason really, just dont wanna waste time
ChooseYourPoison carefully When I spit rhymes on the mic Get out of the way cause my venom causes calamity You're lyrics are alright But not tight enough to ever take the mic Girls can rap too Boys don't get stuck with PMSing over stupid issues You may need a tissue cause this venom has got you feeling the game ain't with you Don't cry girls can go shopping for Gucci shoes Saunderitos took the cake from you when he was done with the Pringles Dusan got in a fight Now he thinks he's tight Maybe his is, because he's giving presicion fright Don't forget about me just cause I'm about to leave Now this brings this little battle to a conclusion Putting fusion into rappers who were losing
Hey kid, your master has ARRIVED, because of me you can't sleep AT NIGHT, my rhymes ARE TIGHT, as sharp AS A KNIFE, I should be in Fort Minor, along with MIKE, yeah, Mike's cool, and so AM I, but I'll be on the no. 2 of The Rising TIED, you don't have to be DISAPPOINTED, NO, the main thing is that you GET THE POINT, and I'll SHOW you how to write ROCKIN RHYMES, then if you've GOT SOME TIME, buy the right CLOTHING, and if you HANG IN LINE, you'll do your OWN THING, everything WILL BE FINE, coz you are CHOSEN.
the way you ended it isnt really battle rhymish.. its more of a "ahh you're ok" *friendly nudge* kinda ending
1. This is not a 100% real battle so you don't have to post a 100% real battle rap text. 2. There has to be some variation. You hear "I'm better than you" 1000 times and then it's boring. But if you want to be very correct, you're right. Go ahead, post something
hehehe sorry if it looked like i was putting you down.. i dont really know anything about rap battles ... and there is no way ima post something, ima more of an artistic kinda poet and i dont know how to speak "raplish"
Uh-oh, we have a rhyme spitter in the house... Listen up bitch, your lyrics aren't wack, I take that shit with a grain of sand But get it through your head, you ain't even got a mic in your hand You spittin hot fire from the tips of your fingers But you'll still attract a crowd, I bet your breath stings and lingers So go ahead, cry your ass off about your Gucci shoes But i'm surprised, that I wasted a fuckin' reply upon you (btw...haha...back in the day, this thread was INTENSE and then got closed cause people couldn't handle it. looking back on it, it was one of the lamest things in the world...it still is, haha. but, someone put up a warning or something to the lil kids who may get their feelings hurt. it is a "battle")