Shamrock32
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I'm working tonight but I'll put it up either tomorrow night or Thursday the latest. I'm off Thursday too.
Essential The Official Battle Rap Random Thoughts Thread (URL, KOTD, UW etc...)
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I'm working tonight but I'll put it up either tomorrow night or Thursday the latest. I'm off Thursday too.
I should pull out my rap sheet and smack you with it - Shea Davis
Better ask that clown how he caught that 30 from Lynn Toller on Divorce Court.
Lol
JuvenileHell
Veteran
Always great to see these artists showing love. Though to be honest more mainstream artists are like in tune than I thought.
Ardamus
Unpopular Opinions About Battle Rap
You sayin' it was fiyah is surpising. Gonna peep it.
I'm about to unleash these fire rounds on all of these vultures. Bodied got me feeling a type of way.
If you really wanted to support Roc you'd post his tape and give him a hook, FOR FREE. This is clown shyt.
dennis roadman
nuclear war in my bag
Apparently some people don’t like when you put “best of shotgun Suge” on YouTube and let it play into the mic when you’re playing Red Dead Online
Shamrock32
Pro
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Lyrics in spoiler:
After your last whack verse, rap needs a new chapter so I'm flipping the page, challenge me in a battle and I'm ripping the stage, I'll have you Gone in 60 Seconds like fukkin Nicholas Cage
I ain’t Jay but I slay Original Flavor, you can’t see me like facial hair on Charlie Villanueva
I’m attacking your rack like Shaq on the Magic, a tragic event for any rapper that I have to come after, I run shyt poetically, you better be ready to settle it, I’m cleverly emceeing and I don’t even need to embellish it
Spitting bangers, on the mic I’m like a clothes hanger to a pregnant bytch, I deaded it, deleted your fetus I’ll even treat it like Ben & Jerry’s and eat it if it’s necessary
I spit it so vicious your little sister slits her wrists at Christmas
I’m illin to drill an emcee like a cavity filling, I’m bad and I’m real in effect, I’m willing to bet, I could pillage a village of rappers, whoever comes after is asking for death
I ain’t the first to spit a verse so visa a versa I’m merciless on the surface, your verbal purpose is worthless, in turn cuz you’re popping Percocet and Zany like candy, and as a result, the pulse of the rap game is vanishing
My lyrical algorithm is empowered with wisdom
You cookie cutter mumblers are butter soft, and sweet as daffodils, the fact is the whackest rappers are famous even if they lack the skill, nothing but ignoramuses crushing up half a pill
This vanilla killer's vision is imprisoned with militant, illegitimate sentiments that turn a Mr. to a Mrs. quick, what you spit isn’t sufficient, what I spit is as Slick as Rick, the Ruler, but you can’t measure the levels, in which rap, has been diluted
Every time you try to spit, you end up swallowing, that’s probably why you mumbling, your rhymes induce sleep quicker than a lick of 6 Klonopins
And if you spit a rap at Chap, I’ll snap back, like the ridges on the strap of your flat black hat, and you can’t adjust to that, you don’t even fit in with a fitted cap, so use your head, before I peel it back, gorilla grappling below average rappers, I will slash you in half like the crack of an ass
I'm fiending for a meat eating feasting and deletion of the species, that took the essence of the culture from vultures to florescent anti-depressant ridden spitters you call caterpillars, I see em as centipeeds, they’ll never have a shred of edicate to where I’ll ever consider it on the level, they're respected as enemies
I’ll say that again, I said you centipeeds, I’ll step on you, I’ll crush ya, you’re not equipped with an acceptable molecular structure
I would even eat your feces but it would be a waste, cuz your style don’t have no flavor so your shyt got no taste
your bummy mumbling sucks, yo flow is softer than Rosie O'Donnell's fluffy tummy tuck
Jacking you of your confidence, mines as tall as the Washington Monument... I bet all of you whack rappers are scared of heights… that’s why y'all never raise the bar, you hip hop parasites, you gotta go out of your way to rhyme so whack that it embarrasses whites
But I been yacking too much action attacking the lack of talent, there’s a little bit more to this… from the rich to less fortunate, what about the audience?
Some of these ignorant motherfukkers, I’m talking to you too, wouldn’t get rotation at the station if it wasn’t for you… buying it, organizing groups, lying to youth about the beautiful fruits of hip hop’s dying roots
You gotta get up for some rappers, but ain't nothing y’all can tell me, You ain’t the one I'm thinking about, bytch, you Karen Filapelli / Barely even in the plans, you just here for the moment, I’m relevant with the penmanship, I’m feared by opponents
How did I come to fruition with this, I guess it’s a knack, you spend weeks, building a code that takes me seconds to crack
You can’t even stand next to me, I’m raising vernacular excellence to a level you'll never meet, and when I finish, never second, I reckon you’ll rest in peace
Any day, any way, any style that you choose, you gonna lose… you the type to date a bunch of white girls, then blow a line of dudes
I spit it elusive proof that youth is in need, of a transparent lyrical hero to come and roll up his sleeves, and mirror lyrical the integrity of all the OG's
And if you consider yourself hip hop, and opt to disagree…. DROP TO YOUR KNEES, and wipe your lip off with the same material that’s near when you sneeze
I’m nothing to play with, I’ll make you raise your brow, like calling Anthony Davis on a ticky-tack foul
I ain’t Jay but I slay Original Flavor, you can’t see me like facial hair on Charlie Villanueva
I’m attacking your rack like Shaq on the Magic, a tragic event for any rapper that I have to come after, I run shyt poetically, you better be ready to settle it, I’m cleverly emceeing and I don’t even need to embellish it
Spitting bangers, on the mic I’m like a clothes hanger to a pregnant bytch, I deaded it, deleted your fetus I’ll even treat it like Ben & Jerry’s and eat it if it’s necessary
I spit it so vicious your little sister slits her wrists at Christmas
I’m illin to drill an emcee like a cavity filling, I’m bad and I’m real in effect, I’m willing to bet, I could pillage a village of rappers, whoever comes after is asking for death
I ain’t the first to spit a verse so visa a versa I’m merciless on the surface, your verbal purpose is worthless, in turn cuz you’re popping Percocet and Zany like candy, and as a result, the pulse of the rap game is vanishing
My lyrical algorithm is empowered with wisdom
You cookie cutter mumblers are butter soft, and sweet as daffodils, the fact is the whackest rappers are famous even if they lack the skill, nothing but ignoramuses crushing up half a pill
This vanilla killer's vision is imprisoned with militant, illegitimate sentiments that turn a Mr. to a Mrs. quick, what you spit isn’t sufficient, what I spit is as Slick as Rick, the Ruler, but you can’t measure the levels, in which rap, has been diluted
Every time you try to spit, you end up swallowing, that’s probably why you mumbling, your rhymes induce sleep quicker than a lick of 6 Klonopins
And if you spit a rap at Chap, I’ll snap back, like the ridges on the strap of your flat black hat, and you can’t adjust to that, you don’t even fit in with a fitted cap, so use your head, before I peel it back, gorilla grappling below average rappers, I will slash you in half like the crack of an ass
I'm fiending for a meat eating feasting and deletion of the species, that took the essence of the culture from vultures to florescent anti-depressant ridden spitters you call caterpillars, I see em as centipeeds, they’ll never have a shred of edicate to where I’ll ever consider it on the level, they're respected as enemies
I’ll say that again, I said you centipeeds, I’ll step on you, I’ll crush ya, you’re not equipped with an acceptable molecular structure
I would even eat your feces but it would be a waste, cuz your style don’t have no flavor so your shyt got no taste
your bummy mumbling sucks, yo flow is softer than Rosie O'Donnell's fluffy tummy tuck
Jacking you of your confidence, mines as tall as the Washington Monument... I bet all of you whack rappers are scared of heights… that’s why y'all never raise the bar, you hip hop parasites, you gotta go out of your way to rhyme so whack that it embarrasses whites
But I been yacking too much action attacking the lack of talent, there’s a little bit more to this… from the rich to less fortunate, what about the audience?
Some of these ignorant motherfukkers, I’m talking to you too, wouldn’t get rotation at the station if it wasn’t for you… buying it, organizing groups, lying to youth about the beautiful fruits of hip hop’s dying roots
You gotta get up for some rappers, but ain't nothing y’all can tell me, You ain’t the one I'm thinking about, bytch, you Karen Filapelli / Barely even in the plans, you just here for the moment, I’m relevant with the penmanship, I’m feared by opponents
How did I come to fruition with this, I guess it’s a knack, you spend weeks, building a code that takes me seconds to crack
You can’t even stand next to me, I’m raising vernacular excellence to a level you'll never meet, and when I finish, never second, I reckon you’ll rest in peace
Any day, any way, any style that you choose, you gonna lose… you the type to date a bunch of white girls, then blow a line of dudes
I spit it elusive proof that youth is in need, of a transparent lyrical hero to come and roll up his sleeves, and mirror lyrical the integrity of all the OG's
And if you consider yourself hip hop, and opt to disagree…. DROP TO YOUR KNEES, and wipe your lip off with the same material that’s near when you sneeze
I’m nothing to play with, I’ll make you raise your brow, like calling Anthony Davis on a ticky-tack foul
young yeesh
All Star
The recent cac rapper shyt was funny but this is still my pick for most lit day of the year in this thread:
:airlaugh:
He’s awful. The guy doesn’t even rap. He just gets up there and talks.
Most of us have no idea that he’s been begging for a Lux battle for YEARS unless you follow his lane of battle rap, in which he’s not even one of the best guys.
T-K-G
Veteran
nikka started off like a Geechi 1st
"You a bytch" - flyest
Tbz stay with aggressive content bubbling right under the surface
I dont think breh linked another trash song in here again after that day
ReasonableMatic
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I respect the effort first and foremost, but dawg..
Like I predicted, YOU LITTERALY WENT..
: I said..