RAP BATTLE THREAD SCRIPTURES
These are the raps I wrote on the (Rap)Battle Thread on the old X-Entertainment Forum as both Storm Shadow and Bizarro Jon.
Egotistical, nonsensical battle rappers couldn't master this
Factor this, my rhymes are hazardous and disasterous
So try to keep up, don't sleep, yup, it's time to beat up
Any fucking fool who tries to put their feet up
On my hip hop table, you're not able to even start a fable
Go watch cable, cuz no one wants to hear your stale tale
Fail indeed, I succeed where many try but can't
I rip fools wit tools that make many rave and rant
But just in case you wanna try put your buck up
So I can see you cry when it's time that your luck's up
You struck out, matter of fact, you didn't even bat
You came to the plate and fell on your face flat
What up wit that? Ha now they all laughing at ya
So quit the bullshit, that's what I'm rapping at ya
So please look at these rhymes as a lecture
Don't come near my temple or else I'm a getcha
Ok Jadakiss, your shit's kinda simplistic
Fix this and maybe you be better by Christmas
Get serious, you couldn't get rid of me
I'm your alter ego, your hyde to your jekyle,see
Matter of fact, the Real Jon is who'll be leaving
After the beating that I give you from this reading
Feeding time is over, it's time to clear house
Get the fuck out and stay out or else you'll get played out
Fade out of existence, out of mind, out of time
Fucker ain't no way your shit is better than mine
I'm like fine wine, I get better wit time
So whatcha saying, talking bout transparent rhymes
You only wish you could rap half as good as Bizarro
Go play your PS2 game Gundam: Journey to Jaburo
Cuz games is all your good at, cuz rap ain't in your repetroire
Talking about Tekken, I reckon I can beat you all
Your skillz are falsfied liek half of your gimmicks
This forum is for talking toys not to play liek the sims kid
Pushing people's buttons, gettin people pissed off
Metatron would delete you but you got 50 different accounts to list off
So kiss off this rhyme as your last words and prayers
And fuck all the naysayers, and Sub your just gayer
You circle jerk fuck, embarrasing no one but yourself
You lack the testicular fortitude to even rock that 'tude
So don't even post on this thread again Sub
Be like Nub and go over to the PK forum, you're boring
Well, the intellectual rapper is back atcha
Reading these rhymes are on here make me wanna slap ya
Pathetic, if I let it go on any longer, I'll regret it
There I said it, you all be suffering like a diabetic
When it comes to rhyming skillz cuz none of y'all fulfill
The needs to succeed, you be best just standing still
And be a bystander cuz your grammer I can't stand, I
rather listen to Garth Brooks do a duet wit that bitch Diana
Ross, cuz your lost and you'll never be found
Coming around wit that sound will get you knock down to the ground
And I frown because I hate to do it
But if you test, you better wear a vest or I'll go right through it
Cuz I rather have you extinct than listen to your stink shit
I link wit the MC's who come up wit the think shit
And not weak babble, I dabble in rhyme scrabble
Connecting thoughts and patterns, making MC's scattering
Shattering knees of wack MC's who displease me
Battering these sad MC's who are a disease
Please, get up off your knees and stop begging
Your disrespecting yaself, come on get off my leg and
Be a man, take this beating with some pride
Or run inside and hide and never come outside
Again, that's the end of your bullshit lyrical nonsense
Therehence, I'll end this high spirtual conquest
Hell no, your rhymes couldn't get any iller
Cuz if they did, the boredom they produce would just kill a
Million people and a million more plus infinity
So please stop spitting these rhymes that your spitting g
Bigfire needs to be distinguish, ya dingus
The english that you speak couldn't compare to this linguist
I swing this mic around until the cord just suffocates
Bigfire and then the words he tries to pontificates
Are no more than mere nothings, just pure bluffings
I knock the stuffing out his rap so quick he needed buffrin
From the stomach ache that the fake had accumulated
Speculate if you want but none could ever exerburate
The raps that I deliver, you quiver in fear, you shiver
I'm like a sliver, my raps get in your skin and just live there
And DemPro, you wanna flow, then flow and start fucking it up
Or else get off the thread cuz you just start mucking it up
And anyone else who think they can top this masterpiece
Watch out afterwards when I release the beast that I unleash
Holy shit
Stopheles wants to test and claims that he's the best
When your career as an artist is just as phoney as Steph McMahon's breasts
I request that you show me these so-called skills that you possess
Cuz what I've seen so far ain't too much to impress
I gotta fess, when I saw you responded to this thread, I was anxious
To hear what you had to say but after I read it, you can spank this
Slicker than vasoline? hell, I'm slicker than oil
Slicker than Rick but I'm steamed and I'm about to boil
Oh, you're so special cuz you've been writing raps on message boards
For years, but so have I, so that shit I'll just ignore
Cuz just like Akrobatik said internet MC's are just a fraud
Mr. Lif, 7L and Esoteric, yes I know who they are
Don't try to think you're more important by showing your rap knowledge
Fuck that, I went to college and in my rap history, I'm polished
Oh, you're superb, you're the word, you're the bomb
Oh my god, you're the best cuz you're on MP3.com
Holy hell, who really cares, get a mic in my palm
Because when I'm about to pick it up, before the storm, you'll feel the calm
And the mood is set, I rip a set, wipe the sweat and then I'm out
And before my name leaves your lips again, recognize what I'm about
Ain't got too much to say, ain't no mood to dis here
Just want to get my mind perfectly clear
Write down my thoughts, maybe a little thinking
Is what I need to do right now instead of always drinking
My life is in shambles but hell I'll just ramble
On and on about shit that don't really matter
What's sadder, is that I have no clue
On what to do or how to go about doing it
I'm pursuing it, knowledge that is
Just so I can know exactly what the fact is
The fact that I am here, the fact I am speaking
The fact is not clear and the answer is what I'm seeking
But it's hard and to no regard
I constantly gotta keep building to keep up my yard
Or else I'll have to disregard the barriers
That keep getting in my way, I gotta remove the layers of
Thick skin and my let my pain in
And suffer on the outside and embrace all the sin
That I have live through and I give to
Anybody else who's feeling pain, I know you wanna live too
Without this frustration, the heartache, the wasting
Of time doing absolutely nothing but masterbation
And you start to double thinks things, wondering
Whether there's a purpose for you here, and you start crumbling
To the floor, your body heaves in all directions
And just a couple of seconds ago, you figure you had selections
But your choices were slim, your voices were dim
And now you gotta worry about your closest of friends
And whether they are really the friends they claim to be
These thoughts came to me just randomly
And I stand here, g, worst yet I sit
Because I don't have the strength anymore to go the length
But I'll perservere or else I wouldn't be here
This rapping is one of the few things I actually care to share
Without it, I might just get hysterical
However, that's theoretical, it's best if I just let it go
DemPro, I'm not whining, I was rapping reflectively
I thought I add a little variety to this thread ya see
But nevermind now, I guess it's the battle flavor
That'll take over, so consider me your savior
This clan you speak about, hell, count me in
But just remember, when the shit goes down, I'm in to win
And if anybody gotta a problem with that, speak your piece
Before I grab the mic and keep it on a short leash
To keep it away from the wack rappers, the fake ones
I'll take one rapper and make him shake son
When I bake one, a masterpiece that is
When I spit these bars and take over this biz
Cuz I'm the B-I Double Z to the A-R-E
I'm dumbing down my lyrics this time, so you ALL can see
How prevalant I be, I'm relevant you see
I'm telling you g, don't fuck wit the B-I-Z
But hell, I just woke up and I'm not quite conscious yet
But even when I'm half asleep, I can rock a raunchous set
So BigFire, DemPro, T almighty, pick up the mic quick
So when I return, I can read some lyrics
It's the return of the immmaculate that'll smack you wit
The hottest shit since GI Joe came wit the Kung Fu Grip
I done you quick and finished you in about two seconds
cuz I reckon I be wrecking the mic when I start checking
And dissecting, disinfecting the disillusional
Who think they can give me a challenge, you're fooling all
Who came to the battle to see my mic rattle
Like a snake when it's about to attack, so step back
Or else feel the venom of the never ending lesson
That I be blessing you wit, yo, so stop guessing
Whether you can even give me a run for the title
I'm your idol, I'm too vital, why would you even fight til
The end, cuz you know you will be spent
And I just killed every reinforcement that you sent
To rough me up in this rhyming spree, but my rhymes ain't free
You're gonna pay for trying to say you're better than me
And the price is your career, so hand it over here
And never come near a mic again, ya hear?
Cuz if I see you attempt to pick up the mic again
I'll be right behind you swiftly to put you to an end
Aight, I think my point's clear, so step to the rear
And leave out the backdoor, so no one knows your here
Cuz I don't want the place to start erupting, fists are thumping
Against the side of your head, cuz you came in wit nothing
But wack skills, and man, that kills
Many of an MC who tries to rap but ends up giving no frills
So listen to what I say and never come back
Or else you feel the attack of this elite pack
It's time to rip a new asshole for Dempro
Only in it for the fame and the money? Hell no!
I'm in this for the love of hip-hop and non-stop
For 13 years, I've been listening and now I'm on top
Of the X-E forum, but yippee, that's boring
Ain't no competition on here, y'all caught me snoring
I just don't reply to every one, it's a waste of my time
So hypothetically, just theoretically, imagine a rhyme
That I wrote especially for you, ripping you in two
Or three little pieces, check out my rap thesis
Freeze kid, in that logic of thought that you express
On your rhyme that you posted because it's all just a mess
I didn't hide behind a name, I created a stupid gimmick
Just for a joke, but somehow it lived beyond it's limits
Jon challenged us on X-E on a rap battle thread
Being that I was Biz J on there, I had to rhyme as him instead
Trust me, Storm Shadow wanted to rip on this bit here
But first I had to retire the monster I created
I debated how long I should go on, how long I should flow on
The gimmick got old, beat, and I decided it was weak
But don't act like Storm Shadow is rapping for the first time
There were other threads I posted on where I had wrote a rhyme
One of them still exist, the others died from Yabb crashes
While you're about to die from my gift of gab that I thrash wit
Ya trash kid, nothing more, nothing less
Don't try to impress by saying you're the best
Because I can go on for days and days and you're amaze
At the ways I spray MC's with the skills I display
So just fade away, blow out your flame and say goodnight
Because you just got taking out by my lyrical might
Hey BigFire, I see you are begging for some attention
I ain't no rookie but since you haven't heard, I have to mention
That I was Bizarro Jon, so I already gave your ass a run
For your money, you ain't funny, matter of fact, your scum
A waste of time, not even worth mentioning in my rhyme
But since I am bored, I guess I can drop some lines
Headed in your direction, I'll rip you section from section
Correction, you're not the best, just a pitiful selection
BigFire, like I said before, you need to be distinguish
And don't ever make fun of me using the word dingus
Cuz I swear, I'll tear ya limb from limb at a whim
Wit my lyrical torture, your chances of survival are slim
To none, so you better run and keep booking
And don't be looking over your shoulder, I told ya
That none can even compare to this scripture
I rip a new track and become a permanent fixture
In your head, you be rocking from I said
You'll repeat the lines over and over until your dead
Cuz I'm like poison that'll enter your system
I'll be stuck wit you for life after just one listen
And you won't regret it, matter of fact, you'll want to get it
Don't sweat it, there's plenty to go around, just let it
Aight kid, we can one on one but why bother
Because at the end of the battle, you'll be calling for your father
To defend you from the lyrical beatdown you just acquired
So drop the mic and leave this thread and just go retire BigFire
BigFire, how the fuck can you talk about flow
When you're reading it and not knowing how it's supposed to go
Some phrases are said faster than others, it's bout timing
So shut the fuck up wit you speech and let's start rhyming
If I was rapping it in front of you instead of just seeing words
You wouldn't even dare to pick up the mic again, nerd
So be thankful for that because you get a second chance
But it will be your last time that I ever let you advance
Anywhere near a mic, I'll take the cord and unplug it
And procede to do the same to your career, your too smug kid
For your own good, wit skills that are stillborn
I kill more MC's than rhymes you claim you got skills on
I feel strong, stronger then teflon, I'll step on
Any ignorant MC, eradicate him to his flesh's gone
And there's nothing but bones and organs on the ground
And I'll smash them up, grind them and feed them to my greyhound
I stay down while you try to keep up wit my sound
My style is too complicated, your's is just overrated
Play out and faded, you kinda jaded and ya hate it
The fact that you got your ass handed to you by this rhyme raida
I slaughter ya, I oughta just tie you to the wall
And watch you suffer as the snakes begin to crawl
All over your body, you skin shakes in terror
You realize coming against me, now, was an error
The Pharoah of this lyrical battle, the technician
Technically dismantling MC's into submission
Now listen, I can go on and on and go strong
For another 100 bars or more but I'm not, so so long
Anyway, back to our regular programming
MC's talk shit, and claim they are slamming
I ram them off the stage and disrespect fools
Your style has been used more than Norm's bar stool
Tools I use are stronger than hammers
Flows I spew are tighter than a door in the slammer
The grammer I spit will make average MC's stammer
I cram-a mic in my pants just in case I wanna jam a
Rhyme session, my lesson is taught just like phonics
You'll get hooked on it just like drinking gin and tonics
My harmonic skills will surpass many rap legends
The tours I'll explore will have my name on the headings
The mics I ignite will flame until infinity
I'm giving these rhymes as a gift to the community
The unity that'll exist after the lesson's taught
Will get many MC's trying to copy what I brought
To the table but they ain't able to even attempt
They're destined to fail from the start cuz they're exempt
From ever spitting a flow, I'm splitting a foe
In half, my wrath will make them be quitting it, yo
Cuz they be dumb but they sure ain't stupid
At least not stupid enough to face me when I loop it
A beat, that is, then I add my piece in
Stop the teasing, you know you can't please em
Wit that rap yo, you're looking like a faggo
H4W, yo, my rap just turn into a troll
Excuse me, the boredom's getting to me
Must quit before the demon's get to me
Hell, I may be a chronic masterbater
But these pics of your mom keep me up later and later
And I can't help it, I gots ta flex on my muscle
Cuz your mom is coming over and I need to practice my hustle
I trust you'll won't mind, she'll be back in time
To tuck you in your bed and to blow your mind
After she gives me head, then I'll rip a rhyme
On how great it was, she's coming back November 9
To finish the business that we started, her tops off
She must of left it on the floor when I popped off
In her eye, I got a tissue for her to clean it off
But instead, I turned her around and started reeming off
In her buttocks, wit my cock, I struck gold
I unload my load, in her mouth is where I explode
The fold of her ass skin needs a little decoration
So I jizzism on her butt and called it a religion
And her ass is the one that everyone worships
It's so damn wide, you can fit 3 war ships
In between, so needless to say, it took longer
To orgasm, I spasmed when her butt cheeks clinch on the
Head of my peni, you can't deny she wanted more
She started begging on the floor treat me like a diry whore
So that's what I did, why should I leave her begging
When I can give her loving wit my third leg and
Now it's finished, she's serve her purpose
But damn, g, my dick is chaffed, she musta hurt this
Clean, dirty, it's doesn't matter to me
I can run circles around you and everybody
I wrote the first line of that last rap
As a joke but for some reason, my mind couldn't get past that
So it kept writing the sick shit, yo, don't get twisted
I wanted to see if I could rhyme like Too Short, yo, I flipped it
But back to the skills, no more sex talk
It's time to rhyme and to see if you can walk your walk
From the streets of New York all the way here to Philly
I demolish MC's who be acting silly
Thinking they can outrhyme this magnificient
Talented MC who rocks rhymes a little different
Than the average MC'er, I hate to be ya
Cuz after you feel the force of my rap, you'll burn like gonnorhea
I see ya skills have improve, I'll admit that
But don't be thinking you're the only one who can rap
On this here thread, I claim this shit for 5 pages
My rampages have destroyed many X-E sages
Now there's only you and I left to battle
That's fine, because competition is what I need to succeed
And I'll bleed this to the end until the last drop
Then I'll head to the Red Cross, cuz I'll never stop
Get me a refill, then it's time to kill
Any ignorant MC who still thinks they ill
Will you be that fool who steps up to the plate
And tries to hit a homer, but swung on it too late
Damn, that's pathetic, you shouldn't even let it
Try to get to you, instead, it's theurapetic
If you just rock to what I say, let the words flow through you
Do you realize that I rock rhymes like a voodoo
Sticking one MC here, pulling another one's ears
I got a pin for you, so ya best to beware
Hyperactively smack an MC, fantastically
It's drastic, G, if you even start to hassle me
I blast MC's out the atmosphere into the galaxy
At the end of this rhyme, you'll be expose as a fallacy
So how I be ripping it dramatically, spasmatic MC
I be the only one telling MC's how to battle me
Cuz no one knows the secret of my defenses
I got fences build up around walls, while you're defenseless
Past tense kid, that's what you are, you're old and stale
I fail to see why you claim you're the best like you're from Yale
But my rhymes are the calibur of those from Harvard
You're just a community college skill MC, don't take it hard, nerd
Try to keep up, I know i'm throwing lots of words at ya
In the span of a minute but my mind's faster when I spin it
And I can't control it, words just flow out swiftly
It's a gift, G, many don't know how to rip thee
Keyboard like I do, usually it's a mic
But since a few rhymes ago you wanted to call it a keyboard, it's aight
But yo, enough of the beating, it was done furiously
But remember, DON'T TAKE THE INTRAWEB SERIOUSLY
Tragic, is how my last battle turned out
The fool tried to step but instead he got burned out
Out of commission, out of time, out of luck
He struck a bad note, and now the boy's time is up
Frustrated, he shoulda waited to debate it
But instead I toss my knowledge to him and he deflated
Fell on bad times cuz of bad rhymes
Started doing lines to make up for lost time
That was taken from him when he tried to write
A rap tighter than this but instead he lost the fight
He shoulda never attempted to put the gloves on
He would've been more successful if he had dubbed songs
Made by other MC's and passed them off as his own
Instead of writing that mundane shit that's he thrown
Out of his mouth, the shit gets weaker and weaker
Than going to Radio Shack and wasting money on their speakers
Weaker than Michael Spinks after a Tyson match
When you go and ask how he feels and he collaspes
Weaker than doing 200 push-ups within an hour
When you're just too tired to even go take a shower
Weaker than the Weakest Link, the entire show
Not just the first person who got tossed cuz he was too slow
To answer the questions correctly, you're just a wreck, G
A facsimile of all you claim to be
Weaker than the last Wu-Tang CD, the W
It's trouble to even listen to a second of you
Preach your speech, I rather watch Dawson's Creek
Which is torture in itself but least I can jerk on my leash
To Katie Holmes, your shit is pathetic and I regret
Ever letting you near a mic, in fact, go call the vet
So I can put this shit to sleep, it's outta control quick
It's grown rabies and it's starting to bite my shit
The words foaming from his mouth sound sort of familiar
I believe I spit them last week, they sound sort of similar
But who can blame him, at least he stole from a pro
But this shit is getting tiresome so it's time to go
Dem ain't no pro, he's a washed up foe
Who I took care of already a couple months ago
But I see he's back again, fine, settle your score
Cuz at the end of it all, you'll be begging for no more
Sure, you can come on here and claim that your better
But if I recall, BigFire was ten times more clever
Than the shit you tried to pass off as rap verses
That shit was dead talk and was taken away in hearses
And no one came to the wake cuz they knew you were fake
I'm a break ya to you ache and make you shiver and shake
In my prescence, my essence is effervescent
You wanna lesson in this hip-hop field, I'm a send it
It's recommended that you listen to a man in my position
Sitting on top of this thread is preconditioned
You're missing the link but you think that you can beat me
Defeat me? Nah, Defeat is something I'll never meet see
And fuck you, every single line doesn't have ta rhyme
Have ya ever listen to Anticon, they do it all the time
But I'm a keep it simple cuz I know you're kinda slow
I'm a pop you like a pimple and watch the puss flow
I'm a stalk you like Dave and make you wish you never spoke
Your raps couldn't be saved, I'm a slit them by their throat
I hope that you hearing this, I know that you're fearing this
Talk shit about my site again, and you'll be dissappearing kid
I know you're tearing kid, frightened by my masterpiece
You unleash a beast and now you have to pay your piece
I'm a feast on every single rhyme that you throw on here
Every line that go on here, ever time you flow on here
Every time you hit post, I'll be there to roast
Your ass until it's toast just cuz you brag and boast
That you were better, and now you wish you didn't open up
Your mouth to speak those rhymes, now you feeling like throwing up
Cuz your nauseous, you're feeling week, you can't speak
That's because I took away your ability to even peep
A word or a sentence ever again on this thread
And just like Flip Wilson, you be better off dead
You all couldn't step to this rhyming fiend
My shit's more addicitive than nicotine
And I crush you like a butt when I'm through
None of you couldn't do what I do
I'm kinda of drunk so this may not be the best
Rap I ever wrote but it's still better than the rest
The rap battle thread, that shit is my playground
I'm taking names and knocking you fools to the background
You wanna go a round wit me than bust your fucking poem
Cuz I'll treat you like the troll you are you little fucking gnome
And even Matt try to rhyme a little ditty
But in the end he ended up sounding really shitty
Stick to writing funny stories on the internet
Cuz if you rap again, I'll rip up your set
And expose you as the fraud you are
Go cure your AIDS, you little internet superstar
You think you're cool, cuz you got a little fame
But in the end, you'll be just another no name
Just like Jon, who thinks he can bring it
But his name ain't the Rock, he's just talking shit
We've been through this before and he failed
He tried to kick a rhyme but he came off stale
Hell yea, this thread that was on YABB
Was ruled by me and my gift of gab
You think I'm kidding, I got the evidence
All my rhymes were saved on a webpage that I had invent
Just to show all you muthafuckas who was the man
On the old forum when it came to kicking up a jam
So I wanna see you all try to rap a little poetry
And in the end you'll see that you can't go toe to toe wit me
You can try but why, you'll just end up beat
And in the end I'll be the one who's still on his feet
And if you think that what I rap is pathetic
Rip a better rhyme and I'll give ya credit
Automatically slap MC's out the galaxy
You'll stepping up talking bout double negatives G
Like I give a fuck, I wrote a rap while I was intoxicated
And you all keep posting about it, I'm hotly debated
Slated to be number one in this here thread
The Rap Battle master shooting lyrics out like lead
Just to please the masses, all fools get their asses
Handed back to them when they battle my rap battle tactics
Hacks, kid, that's all you are so don't even flip
Your rap on this thread cuz the shit ain't even hip
Or Hop, it's gotta stop, the shit's intolerable
If you all follow, like Wattdogs, give a hollar y'all
Mathematical masterful magician when I'm flipping
A rhyme to pass the time, take my potion and I'm sipping
To get the rhyming juices flowing, it burns in my veins
Until I can't control it anymore and it takes over my brain
Then the storm begins, my rap has been know to slain
Wack MC's to their knees until I'm the last to remain
Are you game like that Triple fella, hella I'ma be stellar
Than any of you foes, do you hear what I tell ya
If you deny these facts than let me see you drop your raps
Prove me wrong like Benoit and I'll give you daps
But only if you rhyme clever and not those 4 line dittys
This is the pros, there's no room for these MC kiddies
Take this how you want to, as long as you take it personal
When you battle me I do the eulogy at your funeral
Radical, I see you two finally came back from your sabbatical
It was tragical, the last thread made, no competition to battle yo
But now that DemPro and BigFire have decided to return
We can finally get this battle to burn, baby burn
Learn the lessons of rhyming and maybe you can be like us
When it comes to rhyming battles, we sit at the front of the bus
You all sit in the back cuz you lack the tactics
In fact kid, step on up, you'll get your ass kicked
DemPro will rip all MC's a new asshole
While BigFire's desire is to make wack MC's retire
There's a storm brewing when I'm rolling wit my crew and
Who in, the hell do you think you're fooling
Your style is frail, it's stale, you all bound to fail
My rhymes strike like hale and when I get hyped, I just might
Strike like lightning, it's frightening when you think about it
My raps hit like a dagger to your heart, rip your soul apart
You got caught up in the hustle, but lost all your muscle
They tried to defeat me but got beat in the tussle
And you're next to get your neck slit kid, look what I writ kid
You're throwing a fit, too bad, you're gonna take this hit kid
Writ equals wrote for those who try to quote
And get all english major on my ass, go float a boat
Cuz I really don't give a damn if you dissect this jam
Read it, re-read it, learn something, maybe even respect it man
Whatever, it doesn't matter, and don't tell me about rhythm
You're not me, I rhyme differently, you don't know how I'm spitting
I rhyme fast, I rhyme slow, call me Nice and Smooth
Fuck a groove, I rhyme how I want to and I'm through
Magnificient, 4 MC's who rock the mic different
Almighty, BigFire, DemPro and Storm is the equivalent
Of a battle in the old west, we'll see who's the best
My lyrics will pierce right through your rhymingproof vest
Cuz my rhymes are as sharp as a 180 IQ
I do the things I gotta do to get my point through
To your dull skull, my rhymes left many in a lull
Broken and fractured, your mind is what I'm after
Cuz the lyrics seep through you and enter your system
Through your digestive system, you hear and you listen
Food for thought, but this style is inedible
To those wack MC's who think I am penetrable
I'm invincible, my foes are convince that I'll
Fall in the pit of mediocricy when my raps get dull
But that's just hypocriscy, you'll owe an apology
Start beggin on your knees and then start to follow me
You'll call me you're leader as my rhymes start to feed ya
You're hook on the lyrics, they brighten your spirits
You walk with a smile as you practice my style
But sorry, none can touch this style, not by a mile
Nice try, you can follow, I won't try and stop you
But if you step up to the mic, I will just pop you
I will just drop you, leave you beaten and battered
Sorry, that's just the way I handle myself in a battle
Saviour the flavor of my ill misbehavior
You crave the style and rhythm that I gave ya
Save ya sorry story for those who are guillible
Those who might believe the bull that you try to pull
But unlike you, I'm telling it like it supposed to go
Many wack MC's get sliced and diced like a vegetable
I guess you'll go the way of the buffalo
All I know is that I hope you just go
Out of my mind, out of existence, out of vision
You're out of time, so you better just listen
To how I control the mic just like them microphone fiends
Hemmin up suckas like bellbottom jeans
Ripping up fools wit the tools in my pocket
Make you fall down like Toad the Wet Sprocket
Make ya bust a gut laughing at my ill anidotes
Then you'll bust a nut when I drop the ill rhymes I wrote
That you quote to your friends and your buddies on the internet
On your AOL messenger, then save the log, so you'll not forget
The lyrics that you worship, the rhymes that I flow wit
When I step to the mic, I make other rappers forfeit
And call it quits, some call it a career
I smear rappers reps and make them disappear
OMG! Dissing my sister, how dare you, oh wait
I don't have a sister, so I guess I won't hate
But for as your broom stick, you best not hesitate
Cuz when you least expect it, I'll seal your fate
Make you deflate like that inflatable sheep that you own
Make you dissipate just like my spit on the microphone
Don't try to imitate, unless you wanna aggravate
Me, Cuz when I battle ya, I make your heart palpitate
Till you think you're suffering from a heart attack
When in actuality you're just suffering from a severe lack
Of battle ready skills, I rattle then I kill
Like a venomous snake, I'm relentless when I take
Out a sucker like Dem who claims he'll strip my skin
And use is as an instrument for when he's puffin
But he's just puffin wind, a hot air just came over me
Watching him battle me is a potential atrocity
The ferocity of my lyrics is harder than Monopoly
Cuz just like in that game, I control all in hip hop you see
So one more time I laid my blueprint down on this thread
I can go on for more but I'll stop here instead
Aw Shit, the ultimate rhyming fiend is back
Quick to cause a heart attack wit my dope vernac'-
cular, with valor like that comic book hero
Fucking up MC's wit my raw steelo
Like Guru, I rule you, and all you wack imitators
You perpetrators better become spectators
I expect haters to step up and get hell bent
But the shit that they be speaking ain't even revelant
I'm eloquent when it comes to my cause
All wack rappers can get down and lick my balls
Cuz that's about the most respect that you'll get
From me and any other of this rapping vets
I bet that if I inject my rap tape into your cassette
Player, no one will ever have the need to hit eject
Yet most will try to speak and claim that I'm week
Then go home and try to copy my unique technique
But it leaked out that y'all riding on my scrotum
As fast as I wrote em is as fast as you stole em
And I told them before that they best ta watch out
Cuz when I'm swinging for the fences, I got my cock out
And I rock out like Drew or was that HMS
Whatever, doesn't matter, y'all know who's the best
Don't believe DemPro, Bigfire, or T Almighty
Although they got my respect, I'll diss them out of spite, g
I might be the only MC you don't take lightly
I hit with the ill metaphors and similies when I fight, g
A left and a right, see, I do it daily and nightly
I got a running toll of all the MC's who tried to bite me
But them fools ain't Tyson, I'm not the main entree
You rhyme biter, I see through your style like lingerie
So get away, step away, don't get led astray
By these other wannabe MC's from second grade
They're like Kid N Play, but this ain't no house party
It's more of a slaughterhouse when I blitz MC's like bacardi
Sorry, gotta go, no more time a wasting
I hope you all survive this mental devastation
What's this, you wanna come up and talk shit
And diss me and act like you the best it gets
But then when I drop an ill bomb, y'all gone
Disappear not to hear another verse or a song
From either of you, neither of you
Will ever top this, I'm not a believer in you
I rather leave you in the pit of despair
Pulling on your hair, you know that you're scared
You're afraid to touch the mic, you just might get burned
When will you learn that when it's your turn
It's a courteousy to bow to me cuz don't you see
I control your destiny, you haven't seen the best of me
Come test me, G, if you think you can do so
I ruin careers like that mofo Vince Russo
Like Robinson Crusoe, you'll gonna get stranded
Get backhanded from the raps I commanded
As if they were my troops and I was storming on Normandy
I'm an abnormity, most rappers will conform to me
They will all form wit me to form like Voltron
Cuz ya know you will syphon my powers when I flow on
Shall I go on, yes, I think I will
Many MC's connect wit me cuz of my skills
They try to dissect me, then disrespect me
Then they get wrecked see, when I mic check, G
A check one, a check two, whatcha gonna do
When you turn around and I'm standing behind you
Ready to blind you, rob you of your mental vision
You thought you were smart, now you're trapped in my prison
You should've listened, now it's all ended
Stop posting here, you've been suspended
It's dangerous here, the friction is thickening
I'm picketing the posers who words are strickening
My will to think, my will to speak, my will to adapt
Always enclosing my mind, look out, it's a trap
But I'm no akbar, I'm above par, so far
Over the stratosphere and beyond, like a superstar
Or a supernova, I've strove ta strive and survive
I'm a stay alive at any cost, or else I'm lost
And losing ain't something I'm acquainted wit
Ain't it a bitch to be labeled something you ain't kid
Rather than be seen for what you really are but nah sir
They don't see you as nothing but an imposter
When you really a future vet wet behind the ears
It'll take years for you to break all your fears
And to open up and to give all you got left
And when you run out, give it to your last breath
You're sure to open up some eyes and make em realize
That all this time what they surmised was just lies
And what was advertised was not the real truth
You just had to get some backbone and some real proof
And now it's time to show and prove, make a move
Bust a groove like that videogame I'm addicted to
Inflicted you with the poison of this rap game, I'm ta blame
If it's all the same, the poison flows through my veins too
And this rap shit will be the death of me, it's the penalty
Of being a microphone fiend, addicted to the melody
The melodious nature of the rapture is what I'll capture
And the scriptures of my text will be structured after
The blood, sweat and tears that I shedded, all the credit
Needs to go to all those old school veterans, if not for them
I wouldn't be rapping this shit here, I'd quit here
Never pick up a pen ever again and rip here
Never drop another nugget of knowledge, no more lyrics
And a world without rap, man, I don't even want to hear it
I fear it, the ignorance that'll make people tense
The suspense of whether or not we'll break down this fence
And let everyone feel the power flowing through me
At a hundred miles per hour, it's like a shower
Of lyrical rays, spiritual days are ahead of us
But my spirit lives in my rap and in the lyrics I bust
I trust that you'll listen but if not, you can stay blinded
Now what the hell was I getting at, aw, nevermind kid
All of you arrogant assholes are atrocious
Been bumping beats basically trying to be boisterous
Couldn't copy the calibur of my creative catalouge
Doing this daily, mad diaries in my datalog
Easily exterminate everyone with my energy
Fast and furious, fools fall, foes become fatalities
Going, going, gone, it's as good as it gets, great
Hit em at a higher rate, how ya gonna hate
It's irritating if idiotic MC's have imitated
Joints that I jot down, jerks must be jaded
Keep killing these kinds of MC's wit crazy knowledge
Let them learn then lesson, then launch them off the ledge
Magical, maniacal, melody of magistry
Nortorious, nefarious, never stop, naturally
Originator, only one, others are opposite
Potential for plenty places to proceed, I'm positive
Quietly, I quickly qualified to be quintessential
Readily ready to rap, rocking the residential
Steadily staying stable, my stock has slowly surpassed
Those terrible two-bit MC's whose tastes are trash
Understand I'm underrated but useful with utilites
Vertically I'm on the verge of rising wit various vitalites
Where ever you will be, my wisdom will spread it's wings well
Xtreme like a xenophobe but better than the XFL
Yesterday, you will yelling I ain't ready yet, just yield
Zany, I ain't no zero, I'm in a zone with zeal
Basically the fact of the matter is this
When a rascally MC steps up and tries to dis
I just snatch the mic away from his grubby hands
And beat his ass down with the mic stand
Let's say hypothetically you were better than me
But theoretically that's something that could never be
I'm poetically better than most of these MC's
So phonetically I bust their ass and kill them quickly
Give me credit, g, yo, where the credit is due
Cuz if you talk trash, you know your ass is through
Who the hell am I is what you wanna speak
But I'll be knocking your ass into next week
Seek advice but don't ask me for some
Cuz my vice is to beat MC's down until they numb
Ya just a crumb on the floor, time to vaccum you up
See the fools on the side, check how I hack em up
Wit a tactic that'll cause havoc on a track kid
It's like magic when I drop that shit, it's a fact kid
You lack the skills and the tools to drop a jewel
Don't be a fool, don't touch the mic, you'll get schooled
You'll never compare to the MC Ric Flair
I'm legendary on the mic, it ain't even fair
For me to pick one up and try to battle a newcomer
Cuz after I'm finish, they be like, ooh bummer
What the hell was I thinking, stop that nonsense
That's what most MC's will say, it's only common sense
Therehence, I drop the mic and just flee
Cuz I'm wanted in 10 states for murdering MC's
Statistically the number of MC's that fall to me
Is explictly too high to quote, it's like infinity
But facetiously I step up because I think it's funny
It's humorous to see MC's think that they can run me
Down and knock me out and toss me to the side
Like I was nothing but a passenger looking for a ride
But I'm the pilot and you're just sitting in coach
Not even good enuff to be in first class, ya cockroach
And I'm a step on ya so I can hear that squishy sound
You're wishing now that I stop this lyrical beatdown
I'm on my feet now ready to go round for round
Anyone who wants to step, I can go pound for pound
I've found I've drown many MC's wit my sound
After I finished ripping the mic, no MC was around
So I lounge and sit tight, hoping someone will come
But shit, it's been 5 days now, I guess no one's that dumb
Fine, it's all good, it's aight, it's honkey dory
Sorry, I ruined it for other MC's wit all my glory
But that's my story and I'm sticking to it
So if another MC steps up, I'm a bust his shit
It's the return of the rap battle thread but on a different note
On a forum where I won't get banned for saying lick my scrot-
um, cuz them dumb muthafuckas can't take a joke
But it's all good, I don't mind, I'll sit back and poke
Fun at anyone who gets offended from the internet
Their best bet is to run and hide, don't take this as a threat
But a promise, matter of fact, I'm a rhyme this
Rap, a little harder than the brunt force of an iron fist
Fade and fall out and get to stepping you unintellectuals
Questionable, pansy ass limp wristed homosexuals
Who live in a sectional around San Fransico
Where gay go to be gay and play with their pee hole
We know that most of y'all who get offended are humorless
Fuming kid cuz no one got the joke, so now we're in the furnace kid
Better yet the Ovens and I'm loving every second of it
I reckon I'll get a little crazy and start talking shit
Start walking kid cuz none of us wanna hear you whining bout
How we make fun of jews screaming "Who let the Nazi's out"
Fuck that, I've struck back, had them wheeling back
They couldn't handle the beating, they got their fillings smacked
Out they mouth and on the concrete, I'm indiscreet
I'm elite and I'll defeat any mofo who opens their mouth to speak
Out of line, then you're out of time
Just another dumb shmuck who got murdered in my rhyme
Fine, it's all dandy, it's raining roses now
But step out of line, click click, then you hear kapow
How ya like me now, shit, just call me Kool Moe Dee
I just ripped your ass apart, it just came naturally
Actually, I ripped more than your ass, taught you a lesson
Look on the floor, next to your ass is your intestines
Don't question me again or else you'll get to stepping
I'm fetching a whipping stick from the tree as a weapon
And after I'm done beating you, you'll start to talk like Katherine Hepburn
Stuttering and stalling, your mouth can't stop from falling
Keep that trap shut or else get beat the fuck up
Your luck's up and muthafuck, I'm bout to tuck up
Your blankets, cuz it's beddy bye time
The impact of my heat seeking lyrics will just blow your mind
And then your mine, I got you under my control now
You'll fold down like getting only 2 Two's in a poker round
So hear this message and accept it as gospel
Cuz if you don't, I'm a put you in the hospital
Anger build up and I'm displacing it indirectly
Don't correct me or disrespect me
Respectively, I rock a show then I'm out the do'
I'm not a dumb mofo, I'm out to get dough and blow
Up on the scene but I won't make the green
By lowering my standards and rapping about the bling
Bling on this bitch, I'm combative when I rap this
In fact kid, like A. I., I don't need practice
To battle, it's only a matter of time before I desecrate
All that you believe in, let me set the record straight
Rap ain't all bout money and bitches, it's about lyrics
And only true fans want to hear it
Hear this now and forever and don't forget it
If you're rapping bout designer clothes and hoes
I'm a bet kid, that you ain't got no love for real flows
So drop that mic and step off before I drop my elbow
Into your solar plexus, I don't give a fuck about your lexus
Watch how I muscle the mic, now watch me flex it
I'm more hyper than a heart attack or a cardiac arrest
I'll be bigger than breasts on a stripper's chest
And I'll do so with skills and techniques not yet invented
They're copyrighted and patented
Like Patton kid, I'm a lead an army of rhymes to the frontline
And drop rhymes like landmines
To explode in your face and implode at your base
Get a taste of shrapnel imbedded in your waist
Them's the breaks when you mess wit a rappin fiend
Sorry son, I can't help that I'm a rap machine
Everytime that I pick up the mic, my mind starts to transform
Into a freestyle frenzy where lyrics start to storm
On your brain like rain, I reign in this game
As the number one lyricist that ever came
To the cypher, I get hyper
Than a sugared up 2 year old running around in his diapers
Liver than a grenade when the pin has been pulled
About 3 seconds from detonating and blowing you in 2
Thousand bits, I got hits upon hits
About to break out the box and go into fits
Cause they can't be contained
The rhymes got a mind of they own, so ya best to refrain
From battling the lyrical stallion, a gallon
Of my rhymes are powerful enough to drive a thousand
Miles, and my styles invent styles of they own
It gets to the point where they carry their own microphone
So those who think they got what it takes
To battle me, that would be your first mistake
So step down & have a seat before your brain aches
From thinking too much, your brain turns to dust
Your skills start to rust, your face turns to mush
Don't fight or fuss, just sit and hush
And listen to the magnificent, benevolent lyricist
Who's schooling ya kid, now don't you feel childish
Wild fits I commit with my gift of gab
Destroying wack MC's and sending them back to the lab
I debated rather I should have sat here and waited
For another challenger to rise up but my ego is too inflated
I had to step up and push my rep up in this get up
So I got up and went and you fell for the set up
Now that my trap is sprung, all the phony ones
Will fall prey to my loaded lyrical clip filled gun
The rapid fire of lyrics spewing from my lips
Will never run out cuz I carry tons of loaded clips
I don't need no rhymerator to help me write my shit
I was only using the background beat to help me feel it
To help me flow a little tighter and to destroy mislead heads
Who believe they can best me in a battle but always end up dead
I'm the last man standing, the last one in the Squared
Circle of death where I demolish all of y'all who dare
To ever rip a rhyme on my time, on my dime
Have ya lost your mind, don't ever touch the mic, it's mine
And line after line, you're studying and analyzing
Trying to figure out how I do it, but never realizing
That's it's a natural born talent, it must blossom and grow
In your system, until you old enough to flow
And then one morning you wake up and begin
To take over your block, every rhyme battle you win
It's yours for the taking but you must never be mistaking
Because without this talent, I'll be beating and breaking
Your beat down and then you get beat down and broken
I'm deadly serious, just try me, I ain't joking
Ya choking, ya indecisive, ya thought you were self righteous
But in the end, I proved that you weren't all that nice kid
Just another MC who thought he could beat me
Defeat me but defeated ain't in my vocabulary
And I bury MC after MC very easily, weekly
Monthly, daily, whenever the mood hits me
Quickly, swiftly, sometimes I make them sweat it out
And beat them at the end when they thought they had won the bout
I'm not about to let a weak MC get a victory
You're history, sianore punk, you'll never be rid of me
I will prevail while all else will fail
Whether male or female, all y'all are stale
Broken down and beaten by this rhyme creatin
Defeating MC's with a little rhyme and beat and
Style that encompasses your asses and leaves you droolin
On the floor with your mouth hangin open like a fool and
And your flabbergasted from the shit that I blasted
You couldn't get past it, you couldn't outlast it
You couldn't even step up and try to master
The microphone's what I'm after, causing a disaster
Leaving you broken in pieces, ya little thesis
Isn't gonna help you when I decide to unleash this
Rap that will smack you back and make you think twice
About ever steppin up and thinking that ya nice
On the mic, but you're just a fool in training
No need for explaining, I'll just be regaining
The mic from your closed fist, you can't oppose this
You froze kid when you tried to step up and approach this
You need a coach kid, someone who will lead you
In the right direction, and who will make the right selection
Yea,you be talking some good shit but now it's my time to speak
Cuz the lesson I be stressing will make ya obsolete
And may I be discreet when I say your rhyme is bordering
On the edge of disparity, a step away from boring
A tragic lesson to be taught, you got caught up in the food chain
Low man on the totem pole, all that's left is your remains
Sad story indeed, the lyrics that I feed
To your brain made you strained and made your ears bleed
Cuz it was too much to handle, ya brain was getting trampled
From the impact of my rap and the strength of my grammar
And I be damn if I, ever let another rapper get away
With the shit that you pulled, there might be a short delay
Before you meet your end, just another bend in the road
If you go to fast and overcompensate, you'll implode
You should just fold, put your cards on the table
Get up out your seat and leave while you're able
Cuz not many get a second chance to advance in their life
When they challenge me on the internet mic
It's been a while, I up and left you all
I went and did my own thing all throughout the fall
And winter too but now I've return to my intra crew
I'd a came back a while ago but Dave's forum blew
And it self destructed, I was shit out of luck kid
Didn't know you started another forum to fuck wit
But now that I know, the flows can start intergrating
Into the normalcy of things to keep your brains stimulating
Imitating this, nah they'll be none of that
My rhyme will make you fall back in five seconds flat
Saying nah, I don't want none of this
But there'll be some stupid muhfucks who'll still insist
On trying to grab the mic and say your shit but it's pathetic
Forget it, don't be apolegetic, just admit that your rhetoric
Was contradicting, inflicting wounds to all who read it
My brain turned numb just trying to comprehend it
Yea, I said it, go back and re-read, you re-re
I look at you and laugh, hee hee, now see me
Totally disrepect your intellect as I interject
Any rap I select into your tape deck and remove the eject
Button off your player so you can't stop the pure
Knowledge that comes out the speakers, it's your cure
For the wack shit you infected us wit, get the asperin
To stop this fucking headache from the shit you were blasting in
The forum before, that shit was pure garbage
My verbage will harvest this kingdom to marvelous
Times as I write the rhyme of all rhymes
To stimulate your mind with every single line
And if you don't listen to my mission statement some, g
Your missing the point that I'm stating dummy
I be jobbing to nobody except to my employer
After I finish this rhyme, you're gonna need a lawyer
To sue me for libel or slander if you hearing these's
Rhymes out loud, yo, listen up Stopheles
You can't stop these 24 inch pythons in this a rap-a-thon
Many rappers done and get beaten and mistreaten
Claiming defeat and admitting that I'm the victor
Hold your mic to your side cuz it will only be quicker
If you didn't say a word and just be quiet when the master speaks
These rapping geeks couldn't even come close to this masterpiece
I'm keeping you on a short leash to play in your backyard
Maybe let you write a rap and post it on the message board
You can conquer MP3.com all you like
Cuz I'll be conquering the industry with my skills and a mic
You're just a has-been, old fashioned, the trash bin
Is where you belong, cuz your flow will be crashing
In a mere minute or so, after I finish this flow
You'll just be a memory, a footnote in history
It'll be tragic, catastrophic, on the brink of death
Like an asthmatic patient when you're short of breath
From the punch that I give ya, make you shake and quiver
Shiver from the coldness of the rhyme that I deliver
Go get a blanket cuz I just might get
Angry and mean and turn the color green
And become a mad murderous machine
Blowing wack MC's into smithereens
Oblivion is where you're headed, don't forget it
If I let it get out of hand, then I'll have to hit reset kid
Like on my Game Cube, you're game's through, it's done
Finished, over, adios son
Congratulations, if you made it this far
The hurting that I'll be putting on you next will make you see stars
Like those cartoon fucks, it sucks to be my challenger
If you wanna battle, I'll make room on my calendar
It doesn't matter, it'll only take a few seconds
To rid of another opponent, I'll just have to end it
Quickly and swiftly, watch ya get beat
As I run through challengers as if this was a track meet
I pack heat, definition, loaded rhymes
Nines filled with steel tipped lines to wreck ya spine
Climb aboard if you wanna feel the pain and get slained
But be careful you don't sprain your ankle jumping from this train
Trying to get away cleanly, but I'm too damn mean, g
Even if you're just thinking of beating me, I'm releasing these
Hazardous lyrical ballads of misery
Here me, G and don't ever forget this lesson
Messing wit the master will only send you to heaven
Or hell, depending on your aggression
And now I'm guessing that you will quietly step back
And stop trying to get on the up track
Cuz you'll get backslapped and put in your place
Of bowing down and getting my nut in your face
Yo, it's the underground rap vs. the mainstream
It's the bottom of the ninth, and the hometeam
Is up to bat, it's that fool Lil' Jon
From the mainstream team, dropping some crunk on
Pitching is no one doper than Murs
And the Living Legends crew dropping some jewels
He throws a fastball, Lil Jon hits like a thug
But it's caught by none other than that dude Slug
Bugged out but not quite out of styles
Up to bat now is that fool Juvenile
His batting swing is slow motion for ya ass
He swings, it's a fly ball straight to my man Ras Kass
A pitching change is due because up next is a real pro
Jay-Z comes swinging and brings hits like a natural
So the closer of this shit, his speed is non-stop
Is none other than my man Aesop Rock
Throws one pitch, it's a swing and a miss
Jay-Z just got dissed and now he's looking pissed
Another pitch is thrown, Aesop's throws a curve ball
Another swing and miss, Jay-Z's about to fall
But wait, just one minute, what's this
Aesop has hurt his shoulder throwing that last pitch
So a new pitcher is about to step up to the mound
But wait a sec, can this dude be considered underground
Ghostface Killah, respected by both crews
But a true underground legend, he be bringing the tools
He's throws a pitch, ball one, just a test
To see which way Jay-Z's coming from next
Another pitch is thrown, ball two, right on the corner
Now Ghostface is about to drop some shit up on ya
The next pitch is the last, it's a huge blast
Out to centerfield, MF Doom's at the track
He jumps for it, but his arms not long enough
Over the wall it goes, homerun, Mainstream has won
Because these fool kids wouldn't know real rap
If that shit came up and bit them on the ass
All they hear is what's on the radio and MTV
Constantly playing the same shit hourly
These undergound rappers have the true skills
But can't compete with the mainstream bills
They're beats are banging, lyrics are spitting
But that boring mainstream shit keeps hitting
Number one, no creativity
Am I bound to keep hearing this unoriginality
The Underground sound is better by measures
Yet the mainstream, commercial shit is always treasured
By this teeny boppers new jack rap fans of new
Who wouldn't know a real rap song if it grew
Out their ass, they've been brainwashed by the media
Listening to all the bullshit that the radio's been feeding ya
I'm maliciously on a quest to kill this ridicilous
Style of hip-hop, this shit must stop
But the masses are blind, they won't free their mind
They must be deaf too, listening to who?
Lil' Jon, this crunk shit, is just junk, shit
I rather listen to MC Hammer telling me I can't touch this
Where's the originality, it died with Biggie
Now they all on his dick, like he was the best MC
Him or 2Pac, the cycle never stops
Just cuz a rapper dies doesn't make him the best in hip-hop
It's stressing me and testing me, getting the best of me
So I thought I unwind by writing a creative rhyme
But it's turn into a rant, my mind's about to blow
Up with this shit, I'm about to explode
What the hell was I thinking, back up kid
The Underground shoulda won this game, ay yo fuck it