NS Rap Battle

haha double postage with quite a bit in here...but these I think should be posted in here too. it's not really even a rap battle anymore lol. just some lyrics I'm recording in the studio this weekend or next, not sure which.

what happened to the nation

that final proclamation

the people rising up together without hesistation

what happened to the vision

the simple rhyme and rhythm

the promise given to improve the quality of living

I only see division, bigotry and premonitions

prison systems missing villains, only holding lawyer victims

The mission multiplies, satellites float in the sky

signals that read SOS reflected back into my eyes

[chorus here, still writing it]

how you gonna manage, look at the planet

look at the damage, dammit, can it

be like this forever, never ending till we all can't stand it

Get a little bit more cash, and then

spend it on the freshness, brand-new benz

buy another something, buy and spend

whatcha gonna do when the story ends

you really can't pretend, all around it's happenin'

the GDP will kill the trees oh please the human race is sin

but I won't let it win, watch the figures fall, the trends

are starting to reverse, the curse is lifted, better hope we win

[chorus here, still writing it]

The future's coming with the sounds, that's what I'm about

I've told you what I believe, and I don't got no doubt

It's my philosphy, you hear the speakers bleed

it's my reminder for the rest of y'all to listen, see?

The senses interact, focused on the contact

of social contracts, so I make tracks, that blast

stay whack, I'm just crazy, like crack

that's fact, wrap it up, crackin up', Matt's is

back on the scene, with a dream of a clean world

clearly obscene, but I mean well, gee, swell

I say what I say, get paid what I'm paid

and I'm cool with the fact that we need a fresh change
 
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nsg, ay listen to me, you really dont know and you just cant see, looking for the next ns rap prodigy, well stop your search, dont waste your time, im gunna take a break from my dime and drop you a rhyme...between my acid flashbacks and my adderall's withdrawls, just lookin' for a passion, still waitin for some callsand when tomorrow rolls around, wake me up, off the ground, my head spun off my shoulders,tell me if it's found.excuse me while i yak last nights jack, and remind me what day it is, they all seem the same, doing the same old thing, thinking life as a shamei just passed go in the government's monopoly gamesame old day, or is it tommorow? or am i just dreamin', with the nightmare that follows, because everyday i get older and every fucking day the world gets colder, the youth are stacked away like files in a folder but remember, freedom is in the eye of the beholder,we need a revolution, fuck rain, lets make it hail,not precipitation, molotov cocktail,
 
I've been chillin here for a couple monthssmokin all day just rollin bluntswhere'd yall go i havent seen shiti'll wait here while your b's on my dick
i got that patience, it gets me thruyou aint got nothin, your sayin who?why aint you rappin? spittin that fireyall bitches scared, i'm gettin higher
i'll wait all day, sit at my deskyou prolly wont show, scared like the restonce again i've dropped my linesyou prolly wont try, your already mine
 
you might be thinkin your coo.

but all you are is poo.

why don't you just go roll your blunt

and be a little cunt.

you think your pimpin

but your just slipin.

ok now, why don't you go get high

as i stay fly.

haha just made stuff up
 
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you may be thinkin your the shit

but im the one rubbin your girls clit

you prolly a piece of white trash

one with a little mexi stash

you cant measure up to this

your centimeters

im inches

now listen up bitches

you in your neighborhood bein creeper

i got friends hold up while i check my beeper

its someone lookin for some weed

or maybe some speed

but what ever the case

im outy, now listen to up my new base

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^im glad you gave this thread a bump

now watch, i give this thread a jump

make you sound half retarded, like forest gump

my lyrics put other nsg emcees in a slump

because my calculations are correct

my penis is erect, forces nsers to get wrecked

leave 'em broken down, derelict

tang may under the radar

even unheard of like ralph nader

but ive got a voice unique

like darth vader

i swing my lyrical light saber

slay faster, harder than urijah faber

leave it alone, new school nation

this is my rap king coronation
 
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why the fuck did you bump this? if you're a girl i'll stick my dick up your rumpus. your raps are just about as clean as bum piss, dont diss. you throw writtens, your rhymes aren't original - there minimal. my raps spill out all over the wheeles of steel, wht you feel is real. it's the whole meal deal. i recognize half your lyrics from real songs, you're always frontin, acting like you hit bongs, and strip thongs. if you think you're hot shit that must be one cold ass. and even warm poo cools down fast, i'm like dry ice.. retaining my chill. or like a volcano, i open my mind and let my rhymes spill. jea, these are the words of dill. my songs are complex and interweave like circle charts. they stoppin hearts. damn i'm smart. no weed here i'm creative anyways on any-days i can destroy your shitty ways and blur your gaze. your songs graze, mine decimate. hold on, stop the hate.
 
damn dog this is all just straight hatewhats the plan? skip the movies straight tadate rapeim not gunna talk about how big my blunt is just think someone outta give some direction to you poor lost kidsits easy to rhyme when sit back n got all the timebut f-ck that me n my crew be reppin the front line
i come from a land far far awaya simple place, everyone says nice dayits not a fable that we drink r opposition under the tableso wipe off that frown, the suns always shines down on r West Virginian town
foreal though im sittin here gettin high with the girls gone wild camera guyi know u all check out r flicks while u play with ur small dicksask ur girl if u dont trust us she'll tell u how hard we bring the f-cking rukus
 
half of your rhymes dont make sensethey borderline,just like a fenceyou try to battle me, and steal all my gloryi'm a master of oratory and i'll leave you gorysorta like the climax of a horror story.you're just about as G as a G-rated-movie.so ya see. your rhymes are confusing like shakespear.the flow's non existent like a river gone drylet me tell you a secret: YOU GONNA DIE.i'll pimp your ride, into a hearse. you gonna need itif you throw another curst at me.you censor your own rhymes, what the fuck, b?

 
i ski in my free time, when snows on the groundi ain't got no car, but i be slope-boundthrowin 3s slidin rails left and rightdont be an ass, im not scared, i'll fight
in the summer, when it's hot as that fireyou'll be moppin floors while i'm gettin higherdon't be ashamed, it was bound to happenand dont get scared, when the po-po come tappinyou might think i'm losin, but i still got my flowwhen all's said and done, your beggin them hoeswhen all's said and done, i'm so god damn smoothwhen all's said and done, your trippin, YOU lose
i be religious, like moses the prophet but i ain't no jew, no goldstein, no crocketti pray all the time, kneel by my bedbut don't get me wrong, i still get that head
now i'm related to the guy in the skyall the time i'm askin why why whymy pop's is god, im his only sonit's execution, you the victim, i'm the gunpop, pop, it's over, real quick, your done
 
yo he may be from mass, but mass got the grass

and if you dont alrady know mass will kick your ass

we got the hottest chicks and you know they suck our dicks.

you aint nuthin your just discustin.

and you have to face the fact that you cant com back to a ryme like this, cuz it just the BEST so shut it so no bullets enter yo chest. mo FUCKAAA
 
ok you can stay fly

but but when you die well still be high while your fallin

into that black abyss so just suck on this before you get dissed

ohh wait you just did, so grow up you fuckin kid and dont be a punk cuz you know you just junk,

your rymes suck and your gona be fucked so stop hatinn

if you want you can join the crew and do the do, and stop bein a cunt and role the next blunt.
 
AY bitch niggas dont start

christ says steez when he sees me ski

i drop cork threes like its nothin, terrain park

bitches drop knees when im nuttin, telemark

...

skeezin on them snowbunnies, butter off a jump buddy, but i gotta run ski patrols number one-

offender, cause i hit the slopes on a bender

catch me on the lift gettin brain from your sisterrrr

...

WHASUP STILL THE GODDAMN BEST GET AT ME BITCHEZ

 
shut the fuck up ya'll is mad flakey.im sittin sippin patrone and spit tin this mad tasty.

please come and race me,

on skis or in the whip, i'll be in first placey.

Miley cirus racy.

don't get me wrong, she's still my boo doe.

i am not cath o lick, i worship the buddha.

so hop up on this dick, i assure you it's a barracuda.

she think she my main bitch, nah she's in bermuda.

i stay east coast steady mobbing because its what i was raised to do.

full tilts on more than shoes,

i skip class, shred the gnar with no bros, but two nephews.

assignments weeks past due.

we animals, come find us in the zoo.

balls so big they bigger then queues, and my cork 1080s always comin through.

look at you, ew.

No jew, money been blew, bitches be beaucoup,

winnie the pooh causin a hullabaloo with my subdue cockatoo sipping on shampoo.

lol
 
all yer sayin is some blatant ass fiction

simple ass diction is enough to piss a kid off

, shits broken as a busted ass robot

somebody fix 'im - fuck it - somebody call asimov

then have that nigga pass it off or pass it on, i'm-

tappin blunt ashes into glasses on the counter top i-

spit faster on the adderall crashin into catholic priests

laughin at the cattle as i batter all their masters see

fuck you nigga, who you?

fuck buddha, who he?

anorexic ass nigga starvin underneath a tree

cool, you an animal, bunny rabbit, neat

pray that they cage me, blue skin, im the beast

shit, nothin better for me to do... all this fuckin rain

so i lube up with your shampoo and give cock to your cockatoo,

nigga gettin bird brain

what's that, yer main bitch on my dick? i guess she wanna go too

when i finish on her face she look up and say... merci beaucoup

 
Yeah anytime I step I blaze it thoroughly

No one seeing me i need corrective laser surgery

Check my date of birth you see i am only 21

Hotter then the summer bitch you know I got it covered son

Get it done when I get up on a beat and I tear it up

Cause all I got in this world is my word and a pair of nuts

Bring em in ill air em out hustling like escebar

With lyrics sharper then the claws retracted in a leopards paw

Check my repretuar cause I been grinding for a minute

Heh, and even the haters admitted I can spit it

This rapping is a sport to me

Break it down importantly

Whiter then a kilo bitch I'm bringing Boston George with me

Rambling answering the hate and spitting gorgeously

cant handle him I'm Aniken

And yes I got the force with me

Torture be have them all asking where the chorus be

Bitch I'm good money and nobody affording me

Playing my cards right whiter then a Marb lite

Voice raspier then christian bale in the dark knight

I got my competition saying our fathers

And every fucking hater running scared like Paul walker

I don't fire deadly shots

Never with a semi cocked

Just light up heavy pot and spit venom call me eddy Brock

Webby drops, whether you ready or not heavy metal or pop

So steadily I'll get to the top

Clever as ever so watch the bass and treble will not

So fucking loud its like getting hit in the head with a rock

 
you got swagger in your name we know you're a queerjust shut the fuck up and put your thumb in your rear

now if you didn't get it the first time just let me be clear

you suck more dick than the lebron-less cavaliers

you say your weiner is like a barracuda

how unimpressive

mines like a fucking komodo dragon

that shits aggressive

you say you're not a catholic

but i bet you licked the popes dick

you went home and stroked your stick

next to your boyfriend named nick

you made a lyrical faux pas

you put bro in your rap

your weiner's skinny as a straw

looking at susan boyle to fap

balls so big they bigger then queues

what the fuck does that mean dude?

you say come find us at the zoo

its cuz you act like monkeys about to screw

you're a fuckin joke

east coast steady mobbin

we all know you're just broke

go back to bein hood, keep on robbin

your best trick is a straight air

terrain park lobbin

you're the only one that's flakey, raps all shakey, go play with snakey, and stop actin like a fakey

seriously no hate though, went to last page and scrolled and found yours first so decided to reply

 
you say im pussy i dear ya to stick your dick in this if i was a pussy id be filled with cypiliss herpess gunarear clamidia getting rid of ya
 
all these bitches trying to rap it's all kinda sadbut not as sad as the fact that I never knew my dad

who walked out on my momma 2 months after I was born

and my momma cried her heart out cause she knew it had been torn

and now my life revolves around that woman that I love

that that stripper that I fucked a bunch, this one I don't like to shove

dollar bills in her thong and watch her take off all them clothes

but I know which one I love and I already have them hoes

grabbin at my waist belt knowing they can't have what they want

I think I could have some fun, ladies I'm gonna go and taunt

you with all my money, cars, clothes, shoes, houses and other shit

since I know all you care about is how much diamonds you can fit

on that thing you call a finger more like a diamond encrusted dildo that fits

right up in a man's dreams and hopes, you know fuck

I'm done with you
 
yeah Im the bestput me to any test

yall aint even good

yall aint from da hood

numba one in the game like im mister bobby ray

my boy jay keep tellin me my ish krey

I take ya girl and ya mom too

your girl call me love, your mom call me boo

im still numba one, why you even try

when im in your town and your gonna cry

guess what?

im in your town and its goin down

im in your city and im taking all your bitties

ive said too much and im outta words

im leaving now flashin the tom wallisch bird!
 
You think you so clever,

You think you got flow,

I ain't a retard,

You think I dunno.

This be a rap battle,

So spit your own rhymes,

It's not that fuckin' hard,

Jus' take a lil time.

So write your own verse,

You lying S.O.B.,

I know where you got that,

That shit's Chris Webby.
 
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