Rap Battles - Official Thread

Owned newb, man I dought you even own a house
Ask you mom what happened last night she'll tell you about her missing blouse
Your rhymes are wack and have no pattern
My rhymes keep going for days, they keep going passing saturn
My raps are out of this world in outerspace
I may be white but this rap game aint about race
Talkin' bout me snitchin' man you havn't done anything
Give me 3 rounds man I'll knock you out in the ring
Man you can't fight, you aint right, bitches don't say yes they say they might
There's no saying no to me man I'm the opposite of drugs
I get all the bitches; just say no to drugs not hugs

 

lol lemme go,
lyrics profound and just like the first slave im touchin new ground
your not even hood your at ur parents home bound
go ahead come and try to diss my shit but zzak u cant realy spit
your commin to weak ur rhymes need more then just a tweak
and u probably tried commin up with that for a week
so im the man that u come to seek but when u try to come battle all u get is defeat
so go ahead go on and retreat if ur boy told you ur raw he gave u deceit
so go ahead lil boy i got a cookie heres a treat
dont try to flow on the beat, your betta off sellin ur ass on the street

 

Your new to this place so let me draw it out for you
I'm spittin' a game you don't wanna pursue
Your a new member to sythe just left leecher status
Keep messin' with me you'll be hooked up to a breathing apparatus
You say it took me a week to spit, man, I only had to type it
Been tradin' on sythe for years dude I'm nothin' but legit.
You had to cross the line talkin' bout' selling some ass on the street
I'm only here to buy some accounts and maybe even cheat
What you do on your own time is your own business
But tryin' to sell your ass is really quite aimless
Don't bother to reply because you can get your post count up elsewhere
Because me rappin' at you is just really unfair.

 

Uh oh, the riddler's back, you'd better skidaddle
I'm the LAST person you wish you' battled
Play with ya' raddle, we know you're doin' this cause ain't nothin' else to do
So you'd thought to try something new
Think for 30mins on 7 lines
That'll end up being discraced by mine
Then ya' gotta pay a fine
Flow so sick it's like the swine
For you it's gotta be about quittin' time
My spittin's fine, enough for the Brooklyn Times
Ya' look is mine, saw me rock, n' all you can do is mock it
Can't rock it, betta drop it, my style you will not cop it
Or some Knots in ya' head will make some blood stoppage

 

Learn to spell about, then come try diss at me.
Cause wen the people scream n' shout, dont be so pissed at me.
I aint proclaiming i'm the best, you're just asuming that.
So keep talking shit, you better be persuing that.
I culdn't produce sick ink? Don't get so technical!
I'll make you're girlfriends breath stinks, wen she suks my left tesitcle.
I wasn't taking hits at you, but u better believe i will.
Cause with quick perception, fast deception, i'm nothin short of skill.

But i aint making mills, n' i aint paying bills.
I'm just flowing spills, so people get the chills.
So i'm calling this pussy out, who calls himself kanrook.
By the time i'm done with him, he'll defs need a prayrebook.
Because with a jab like mine, and a quick strong right hook.
Lookout police, before i dump the body in cranbrook.

Short sweet n to the point.

By the way, you rhymed: fag, with swag, with bag, with flag, and then with swag again.
FAIL.

 

I use my programming mod powers to declare Rabs the winner in the battle between Kanrook and himself.

 

kanrook you cant flow or spit so quit dis shit
ima take a hit den finish dis quick
kanrook youz a bitch you cant flow one bit
your flow aint sick you jus a whack ass kid
you rap about queers jus shut ya lid
who says hush up in a rap? jus shut the fuck up
you talk shit out ya mouf you got no style
talk about swag kid you must be in denial

woulda finished rappin but fuck it i gotta move

 

Who you trying to diss with these pathetic rhymes?
You fail at rap battles, keep a hold of the time.
You say your only 13 but i think your lying
Because of your raps all your family are dyin

Your saying go back in your room
But for you thats your doom
Your mothers waiting for with a wooden spoon
She smacks your hard untill you start bleedin
Just like all your family, you wont stop bleedin
Lying on the floor in a pool of red
She hides you in your shitty staw man made bed.
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Ok thats my first ever one so i know i sucked xD

 

Whack.

 

Nature and bust cha then. (Nay-cha & bust-cha)

And the dead legends part is like an intro into the style & theme from where i'm from. It's basically saying i'm older/been in the scene longer then those I battle.
Reply, i'd like that

I grew up in the days when sales weren't strong ,
coz' tupac, biggie & michael were gone.
They say that my beats dont got no rhythm
I bust em out watch & laugh as I surprise em'.
Writin lyrics like these comes to me as first nature -
If you think you gotta chance, then boy, imma bust ya.

 

i aint even gota brag about my swag your a fag
charismatic there you have it ive got in the bag
thank my mother thank my dad cos maybe its genetic
but u probably stay pathetic cos u cant pay to get it
i dont say it my lines yall runnin round talkin bout ugot swagger
so run ima go ahead n point out ur shit chatter
ill reduce u and your crew down to anti matter
my lines are so sick radiate me theres cancer in my rhymes
yer im stupid man i know it and i know that im a jerk
hit u with my sick bars have u pukin on ya shirt
but ill be in the booth doing work
using lyrics to still puttin humans in the dirt
you can try do to the same but its not a good look
im inpatient i wont rap ill just hitcha with a left hook
nobody here got swagger they just like to boycott it
like you held it hostage dragged it out into the street n shot it
its really so unfortunate how yall are forcin it
like its tide up in the basement so you can torture it
yall gonna go up to be main stream being all corperate
rap use to be fly until u faggots made a corpse of it

 

Nice flow homie.

Anyways...

Ryan, you think youz the legitness,
But youz just another punk on my shit list,
I have a quickness, its sharp and it stabs,
It cuts you so many times, you won't be able to count scabs,
I'm like a razor, all I gotta do is jus spit,
What I'm thinking, even if it's sounding like shit,
It's funny, cuz I'm so stealthy and lethal,
I don't need a knife to cut you, jus paper and pencil,
But the cut is so deep, it'll scar you for life,
You'll be in hell, begging to get out of this strife,
All the pain, the turmoil, and anguish,
Will be so overwhelming, that you'll wanna jus quit,
Be my quest, go ahead and move on,
Ya'll got a new ruler, Ryan's jus another chess pawn,
Oh and Ryan, don't you dare forget to bring,
The crown over here, to the new rap battle king.

 

anyone wanna have a battle in the Lyrics and Poetry section?
separate thread, and voting?

 

sure! PM me wit link to the battle thread

 

ill drop against anybody if they offer me out

 

made a trhead against raange pur3

 

bored and these lyrics arent worth saving for a real battle but have a go at me...


I'm underground like communities of homeless bums
Sleepin' by the third rail where the A Train runs
My brain strains to lift freight trains from off the ground
When I'm walkin' around, I'm the talk of the town
Cuz I harness mental powers scientists don't understand
So I'm on the low hiding from the average man
In a bad savage land I'm rockin' a gas mask
With black gats attached to snaps on back packs
To easily grip, when frequency blips
Alert me to intruders in the sewers where I secretly sit
Fine tunin' my rhymes until I got the hottest style
Then wrestle the mics from mutated crocodiles
That slipped into the pipes sometime in '88
Now they taste nuclear waste that makes 'em radiate
I'm subterranean, and melt the steel titanium
With powers of urainium comin out of my crainium

 

What a dumb shit, you'd fight for a nickle
Search the garbage for my thrown out mcdonalds pickle
You must be as slow as a damn freight train white boy.
Pulling 150 pounds of that ass must be hard.
You aint got nothing, your mamas a whore I'll only pay her damn 7 dollars four.
But wait your sisters even cheaper, but lets not forget it pays to be a whore.

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lmfao. I suck at rap >_>

 

look macro my rhymes will scroch you like the desert sun
so u better run because my tounge is a better gun
than any form of manufacturer
when i come in im comin in for blooo like dracular
steppin gainst me? this is gonna be an mc massacare
not to be vain? but damn man im fuckin spectacular
in two ways theres no pain yet i - bet i - stay with with force like a jedi
can hear you from your moms base shoutin and beckoning
ima end this shit man just like the reckonin
so shut up n sit down ill put an end to you bitches
i merked u macro like ur a human and im an army of warlock n witches
didnt even waste good bars, kept it low key like door locks for fuckin midgets!

 

no you see THATS fail.

alot of grime artists and plenty rappers repeat a word he didnt over use and he didnt kill over and over did he?

and tbf his punch lines where better imo