FreeStyle Rap Battle - Page 31
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vizuaLize
Australia91 Posts
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puppykiller
United States3125 Posts
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GreenHorizons
United States21782 Posts
Don't let it eat at you or give you the blues, But the rhymes your spittin are tired and whack You should stick to zerg and your 6 pool attacks You don't want it with a real emcee, face so destroyed, your family cant make an ID got your momma losing liquids she might need an IV Frankly, you should of known better than to fuck wit me If you insist on persisting, thinking you can hang I got a bus you can ride, no charge, BANG! If you ain't down, I will set you on fire startin wit yo harry ass feet, lookin like Frodo from the shire I don't mean to interupt your asshole smashing, But it appears you are taking a lyrical lashing Your cast-iron will and mendacious mind Have got you all mixed up, thinking you could find A lyrical wasteland, where you could just face*hand, Face twisted like the lead of Juwanna Man I spit darts with the venomous tips my shit hit so hard it could make an elephant flip I'll leave ya layin in yo' soup wit your noodle on the sidwalk Chicken, if your beefin, go head and let them things talk But you ain't got nothin to say though I'll leave you bloody like the bronco, OJ and Kato When I do, I’ll get off just like he did Come back, get arrested, just for robbin your crib Did he really just go there? “oh my gawd” Bitch! Drop the gd, and just say awwww If you got a problem with that, then shut the fuck up Cuz rappin is for men So you can sew your shit shut Before you start your bitchin, Get back into the kitchen Or Back onto your knees in a position of submission ho PS: Now your choking on your lyrics just like you like, So gtfo you fat frisco dyke | ||
puppykiller
United States3125 Posts
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ninazerg
United States7290 Posts
Rippin' the stitches from my lips to spit this shit so motherfucker listen How you gonna claim to bury me When I exercise electric shock therapy carelessly I don't even care who likes me or is scared of me I can never be embarrassed thrown off the terrace I'm a rarity You're a fairy perishing from the utter and complete hilarity I'm a Russian bear tearing to see through you like perfect clarity You just don't want saddle up and battle me Slit your breadbox to spaghetti, rocked by machete steadily shredding you to casualities You're running through the woods from a man covered in peanut butter with peanut allergies There's no way to salvage any of your whack-ass metaphors or analogies You say you fuck hoes and gals but fuck you cuz I fuck the whole galaxies Everything you say about your rap phallus is full of holes and fallacies I got the wisdom of sages, it's advantageous Through bloody pages I break out of mazes In amazement, I take victory in boxes and cases Voracious eater of emcees defacing the faceless I'm so sick it's contagious germ invasion of ages Take all your bases in the wages of wars between battle mages rattle cages, the spot in your mind is vacant and spacious Totally baseless, all of your cases, made it Johny Cochran outrageous Duel of fates switching the gauges, getting served by the waitress Don't patronize me, it's tasteless, like wine without grapes oh gracious rip off all your faces like grains left with no trace by groups of cicadas Take over hell on Satan's hiatus just to make you feel pain like a sadist Somewhere in the musical maze you must've lost yourself You should just make like Robin Williams and just off yourself No one hears your screams or your fucking calls for help Hit pause, it's not a rap, it's a wrap when I hit you, left bleeding for the gauze you're dealt This is indiscretion, stepping into a misconception I'mma pepper you with weapons, call me miss perfection Take indirectness and redirect the vectors to piss in your direction I'm dissing you and dissing your connections while you're kissing your reflection The truth comes out and you go limp with your erection and can't swallow this like frickin indigestion I'm not trying to keep you guessing or teaching you a lesson this is lyrical aggression Put the plug in the socket, I'm obnoxious bitches I rock the vicious, outfox the cops cuz I am not suspicious Drink vodka pitchers and then randomly go rob you bitches I am paper, rock and scissors, half-way rooks, I block the bishops My vernacular is more heavily armed than gun cocked militas A cunning linguist who eats you pussies like gobble biscuits Witness and listen when I get it wicked, start kickin' sickness I have no fear of death, death fears me, he hides under his bed when he hears me No IV cures me, ask Siri, serious, my shining is more sheering than sirius I accept no propitiates from idiots, shatter them as the recipients of wittiness Smack them oblivious so bad my own affiliates won't associate with my insidious malicious bid to obliterate the world with no pity smashed against my tibias I'm surrounded by dead bodies, covered in blood washing my feet in crimson, lost under the flood I need a fucking lobotomy to reverse the curse, I'm outta my mind So take my mind outta me, take metal liquid and solder my spine to my shoulders to make lucifer's crucifix, the chickens are coming home to roost in shit Brainless like a dragoon from the boondocks looney as cartoon moonie lunatics Take a rap and ruin this, I'm chewin' this up, spitting it out like rotten tunafish Cuz I'm staying true to this, no noob to this, everything I say is utterly insane and ludicrous My mind's light shines too luminous, when I'm pooping babies out of the tube of my uterus You think you're hard, well, fuck you I don't care about you picking a winner I don't bring a knife to a gun fight, I bring a knife to Thanksgiving at dinner I'm ruthlessly persistent at giving you no excuse to justify my existence I would set fire to infants in an instant, mince them into bits and kick them into the distance Resistant is futile, I mutilate you like a mutated mutalisk stuffed into a hamburger grinder This is a friendly reminder, a public service announcement to rock a fella with a shiner And take on fifty-five fifty-niners as a minor, bust the hymen of their vagina with one line as a writer Cuz I was a born fighter, I smashed through the walls of my mom's womb with my fist and crawled out like a spider Projections can't determine the minima of my mind turn to Serbian cinema, I've redefined what and who's awful I'm a cross between tubgirl, 2 girls 1 cup, baby fuck, images of gore and violence, and the fucking blue waffle I'm a beautiful soul of love, with cuticles full of blood, too cute to pull the plug, juvenile full of grubs Rotten to the core, looked in the mirror and I looked whoreable, immutable is the grudge indisputable is the bludgeoning with a cudgel about to beat the fucking fudge out of your butthole Now who wants to hug and cuddle, who wants to ruffle my feathers and get buried in rubble? It's all true inside, I drive kids to commit suicide while falling nude from skies just to point and laugh Watch them hit the street and smash their joints in half, while I ingest toxins in a poison bath Swallowing bath salts while ordering thirty seven rubber ducks, I must have another cuz the other sucks I don't give two or more motherfucks, I just grip the mic and pull it like building seven cover-ups I have to do it cuz I'm an eclectic boaster, once again taking a bath with an electric toaster Touching me is like finding a symmetric clover seven times over with an epileptic composure You write like a dyslexic smoker and next to you I look like Mozart an epic composer Cuz I smell a septic odor coming from the wreckage of your remains giving any skeptic closure So when I hold a mic, it's like I'm holding heat, breaking the whole code of street, I will never know defeat Just go retreat, it's snow and sleet, the coldest heat, this is fucking freestyle rap, I never go on beat I just break all the rules like Riley Freeman, just pull his sheet, his rap record is thicker than fucking concrete My rap record is going triple medical waste sludge that Judge Judy guzzles when I take off her muzzle cum bubbles foam over her lips like suds after looking at Vanessa Hudgens' fuzzy muffin through the hubble Yo, I'm about to pop champagne in the club with stunner shades In the dark on non-summer days in space with runner blades With gun arrays set to blow nuns away and the sun will shake and get a stomach ache a hundred days where none escape so put the puns away I hope your mum gets AIDS I'mma just spit ominous omnibus soma rush and make it seem like common stuff on a bluff I'mma bust epics once upon a time to make phonics bust in your mommy's muff Rape the whole dictionary, webster and Klingon, cuz Romulus dominance is not enough I got the strength of all great novelists in my esophagus, and paint you red like a Romney bus Conservatives dressed in crimson like commies as I put the flame to Sarah Palin paraphernalia Burning acid rain and flaming hail, yeah, I'm dissing everyone who's whack like Iggy Azalea They blow and go, and should stay gone, played on the radio all day long I'm tired of love, someone write a fuckin' hate song, put it on air for everyone to hate on Make middle age women gasp and do an interview to say violence and rape's wrong Then I'll put it on tape to remix, cuz in hip-hop, chicks are a joke and the punchline is Kreayshawn If you try to hold a candle to me, I'll smack it out your fist Go on your computer, delete all your data and the back-up on a disk You been trash, throw you in a trash bin and put the smack down on a bitch Your raps sound like rabid cats scratchin' on a disc, you didn't factor in the risk that I might be dissin' you, put my fist in you, don't misconstrue that this is a kick to tha curb I'm vicious emerge as the bitch on the verge of being the only big fish in the herd This is absurd, you claim to flip stacks, but only flip burgers, the only things I flip are scripts and the bird While your track's skippin' and you're missing a verse, I'm jump-roping skippin' on verbs Straight rippin' scribbles and words, cuz I'm sick as a nerd clickin' a mouse, splittin' the scourge You're just not at all what you boast to be, get out the butter or jelly cuz you're toast to me I keep my enemies close to me, so when I keel over I'll be like Tupac and you can hear songs from the ghost of me Put out mad discs with slick sickness so malignant it elicits visits from spirits, wizards and witches Get cream like RZA and kick it, take the strings of oppression with scissors and snip it Hack strings, smash glass things, practice exact precision like a gymnast doing backsprings All these rappers care about is cash things, ego and I will rip the whole shit apart like cracklings Melt it down into liquid with my team, like a horror movie, take my ticket and go scream Unleash the hound, go sick it on regimes, fakes and actors not like ones who depict it on the screen Butcher it all in the deli with blood and guts to make your heart melt like it's deliquescent Bring the heat with fire and brimstone preaching to make a hardened atheist fella repent Bless him then like what the fuck throw an uppercut to make his back hella damn bent Swaying backwards to his death like a kamikaze flying Quasimoto dying while watching shoto wearing nazi logos, the most horrible way to go in a flash like a fucking paparazzi photo I am the extinction of a species hurling feces and snapping at tsetses; it's not easy being a boss like O-Ren Ishii and swinging samurai swords at aliens in retaliation for the death of Nishi So what the fork, trying to take a stab at me, while I break the laws of gravity Break down walls of depravity and human apathy, and grapple with the fact that ever-after is not happily So I shoot neutrons to break down your atomic structure, punctured destruction with a flux conductor The motherfucker with the conjuncture to bust up your clusterfuck and make you run to the bunker I'm the one you don't want to fuck with at all while you suck shit with a straw, the sickest prick existent This is not elegant don't assume - an elephant floating in the room, a paradoxical contingent inconsistent with reality so don't throw fingers at schrodinger's cat or a boeing 747 just going ker-splat And as you touch the reflection knowing you're fat, you're still all dummies going to snack Take all the time you wasted making rhymes, and you could resurrect symmetrically genetic shape-shifting simians synthetically produce limbs, or blow the universe into oblivion, the same way I knock you off your equilibrium Kick all your axioms and idioms, create a rift in space-time while inhaling pure lithium Reach nirvana and heaven in the prime meridian only to find out it's a cheesy resort with a dirty condominium You're a fucking speck of dust on a cosmic scale, your words are worthless like a toothless-mouth shark So even if you're a 'rap-god' transcend transsexual fox-spirit trisexual, I'll still kill you a thousand times like Kenny from South Park | ||
harodihg
Japan1344 Posts
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GrapeApe
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GreenHorizons
United States21782 Posts
Flow trenched, yo sick, got you all out of Pocket Get wrenched, on this dick, you pathetic socket! Ho! Know your role! You’re just a handy man’s tool This slut sits at her desk on an upside-down stool But clearly that wouldn't cut it, I opened the door like a portal so now imma go GLaDOS and shut it. I'll shred every one of your atoms like the Hadron collider, slap your mom wit a brick before I cum insid' er Drag your drunk, barefoot, pregnant ass, out in the street, smash the lit ciggerete through your teeth Snatch your bitchass electrodes, let you shock your own ignorant ass, carelessly…. so pay attention... You know I ain’t nevva scared, but you prolly are a bear a peanut butter covered hairy dude , still wearing shit stained superhero underwear Claiming victory already? That was only round one Im steady ropin' my dope, and I aint even close to being done. Lyrical ballistics, sadistic, when I spit shit, sick shit, ‘shit too thick for your ya stank ass! bitch’ shit That diarrhea of the mouth ‘you can’t pinch-off’ bitch You wanna try ME?! Pleasee..... You’re taking over Hell? Well, I needed a vacation Shoulda left Robin outta this cuz now your tryin my patients. I'm patchin adams apple after ripping out your throat If you doubt my fire bitch, you'll be dreaming on a boat No respect, just droppin him one line to stay topical, allow me to straighten up your opticals Robin’s one of the best the scene has ever seen, too soon for the suicide lines, unless you want to be first… nawwhattamean? If that’s the case I’d be happy to assist you, Stand face to face, slap your daddy then diss you Wit Kevorkian rhymes, I’m a lyrical suicide Pippen Show up to Trailer Town, smack you around, make your baby daddy start trippin’ Push your fat ass over, film it, make a new reality show called 'Cow Tippin' Go Gordian on your guts, rain sulfer like Gomorrah The wrath of God in this bitch! Dick so big, it should wear a fedora + Show Spoiler + I'll see how you do with that. I'm almost positive your last post was like 95%+ pre-written. The lyrics were dope, they just had nothing to do with any of the other battlers. A good battle rap blends as much of the opponants rhymes in as possible. My verdict: Sick rhymes, terrible battle response. Would of been a good opener though ;P PS: The length of that was just ridiculous. A typical battle round is between 30-90 seconds that was several minutes worth of shit. Considering you responded with that in an hour I'd expect to see you shred this last piece beyond recognition if you are actually battling and not just posting written's? | ||
TelecoM
United States10583 Posts
THIS IS NOT FREESTYLING IN THE SLIGHTEST........POST A VIDEO OF YOURSELF ACTUALLY FREESTYLING | ||
GreenHorizons
United States21782 Posts
On August 16 2014 11:27 GGzerG wrote: This is ridiculous...why don't you all post videos of you actually trying to freestyle? This isn't even free typing, because I can garauntee that all of you are thinking / typing as you go along, and probably deleting / recreating things that you've typed as you go along, bottom line is...... THIS IS NOT FREESTYLING IN THE SLIGHTEST........POST A VIDEO OF YOURSELF ACTUALLY FREESTYLING Guessing you know nothing about what you speak? Though I wouldn't be opposed to audio clips, would be a lot easier to understand emphasis and rhythm. | ||
Ty2
United States1430 Posts
Yo, GGzerg, yo stop the hate Let's all congregate and make up, mate I fight for love and peace I'm such a balla holla there's too much to release I'm too rugged I just freestyled this...in 40 minutes yah don't start a ruckus When I look at a fine piece of writing lickety split I'm urged to inflict my perverse and cordial desires upon it Served. Also, happy birthday Ty2! TL remembered. | ||
GreenHorizons
United States21782 Posts
On August 16 2014 12:15 Ty2 wrote: Even if people did audio recordings they could still have written it down off camera and memorized it. Anyway...HERE'S MY SWEET RAP that is friendly and promotes family values: Yo, GGzerg, yo stop the hate Let's all congregate and make up, mate I fight for love and peace I'm such a balla holla there's too much to release I'm too rugged I just freestyled this...in 40 minutes yah don't start a ruckus When I look at a fine piece of writing lickety split I'm urged to inflict my perverse and cordial desires upon it Served. It's a common misconception that 'freestyles' are composed completely on the spot. That's not really accurate. Freestyles are most generally (especially with battles) a combination of written/memorized injected with topical relevant lines referring to your opposition and their lyrics. Considering the nature of doing this on a thread there is nothing stopping anyone from working on something for a bit (as there would always be the "i got busy doing other things excuse"). What could be done though is that rhymes could be more like yours which targets someone specifically and incorporates things he/she said into it (a little) and audio would show the difference between being able to write the lyrics and actually spitting them. I'm seriously considering doing the audio, and would love Nina to do hers. Or if she aint down I might try haha.. | ||
WarSame
Canada1950 Posts
I can write like this You can write like that I can write a diss And you smell like piss The rhyme scheme isn't that common of one(common ones being AABB, ABAB, ABAC, etc. whereas this is ABAA). Originally, this is how most freestyles were. Over time it came to be more on-the-spot. If you've ever tried on the spot rapping you know it's hard as shit to be decent at, so most raps became either recycling written raps, pretending that you're freestyling and using a written, or getting destroyed by anyone doing the other 2 things. If you want to do audio feel free, but it will make the barrier for competition a lot higher(need the setup, need to be able to rap, need to take the time to record) which may change the nature of the thread. It would also need us to gather some multipurpose beats to be used repeatedly or go acapella. Finally, it will help in that it would force people to clean up their rhymes to make it actually work. Some raps look decent when written, but when spit they sound like shit. EDIT: Also, GreenHorizons, love the rhymes. Some of it's not good but most of it is gold. | ||
Ty2
United States1430 Posts
Some raps look decent when written, but when spit they sound like shit. woah......mine sounds terrible | ||
WarSame
Canada1950 Posts
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TelecoM
United States10583 Posts
I still say if none of you will get on a webcam and spit a freestyle to a beat and let it all come off the top of your head, you are a lame. And have no idea how to really freestyle / or what it is in the first place.....Smoke an L, Drink a beer, be sober if you want to who gives a shit, spit a freestyle, do some cyphers, do it all off the top of the dome. If anyone here even thinks that typing is freestyling, you have never really freestyled lol | ||
GreenHorizons
United States21782 Posts
On August 16 2014 14:26 GGzerG wrote: The thing is that none of you could get on a webcam, and actually spit a freestyle off the top of your head as it came along, and flow with it, so yes this is absolutely pointless. It is true that freestyling is a compilation of memorized rhymes, ect.... but sitting infront of a keyboard and TYPING and thinking its FREESTYLING is not true at all.... its called writing...and quite possibly the worst form of poetry I have ever witnessed.... I still say if none of you will get on a webcam and spit a freestyle to a beat and let it all come off the top of your head, you are a lame. And have no idea how to really freestyle / or what it is in the first place.....Smoke an L, Drink a beer, be sober if you want to who gives a shit, spit a freestyle, do some cyphers, do it all off the top of the dome. If anyone here even thinks that typing is freestyling, you have never really freestyled lol Well considering you aren't doing shit but whining and talking about what everyone isn't doing, maybe you should show us what you mean? Unless of course you just came here to hate, in which case "Hi Hater!" Like was already said there would be no way to verify whether it was 'off the top of the head' or not. So asking for such is just ignorant. I don't think anyone here is claiming what they are doing is a cypher style verse. I am pretty sure the OP didn't even really know what freestyling or battling was. I think the most practical thing is to do written battles, obviously more credit would be given for the speed of the response (this would only be relevant if people agreed to a set battle time) and how relevant the rhymes were to the preceding piece. I personally would be willing to do an audio battle, I personally think the lines are way better when the artists have time to write them so I'd like to do something like that. I'd be willing to take on any challengers beat or no beat, whatever audio programs one wants to use (I'm not trying to lay a full track though). To show kind of how it could be done with windows sound recorder acapella I just did the last piece I wrote a few posts ago and posted it on a free easy site. DISCLAIMER: + Show Spoiler + It's just a single take (which I think is more genuine). Although it's hard to get some good material and nail it all right away (I didn't, nor do many major recording artists) So a transcription is helpful I think even if it's not precise. Anyway here's the audio of mine... I know I messed up but I ain't going to bother recording something super clean if no one is going to step up. Also You might hear some Seahawks stomping out some bitch ass Chargers in the background ;P AUDIO: http://yourlisten.com/GreenHorizons/get-wrekt-nina IN RESPONSE TO: + Show Spoiler + I wrote this naked, barefoot, pregnant over a hot stove in the kitchen Rippin' the stitches from my lips to spit this shit so motherfucker listen How you gonna claim to bury me When I exercise electric shock therapy carelessly I don't even care who likes me or is scared of me I can never be embarrassed thrown off the terrace I'm a rarity You're a fairy perishing from the utter and complete hilarity I'm a Russian bear tearing to see through you like perfect clarity You just don't want saddle up and battle me Slit your breadbox to spaghetti, rocked by machete steadily shredding you to casualities You're running through the woods from a man covered in peanut butter with peanut allergies There's no way to salvage any of your whack-ass metaphors or analogies You say you fuck hoes and gals but fuck you cuz I fuck the whole galaxies Everything you say about your rap phallus is full of holes and fallacies I got the wisdom of sages, it's advantageous Through bloody pages I break out of mazes In amazement, I take victory in boxes and cases Voracious eater of emcees defacing the faceless I'm so sick it's contagious germ invasion of ages Take all your bases in the wages of wars between battle mages rattle cages, the spot in your mind is vacant and spacious Totally baseless, all of your cases, made it Johny Cochran outrageous Duel of fates switching the gauges, getting served by the waitress Don't patronize me, it's tasteless, like wine without grapes oh gracious rip off all your faces like grains left with no trace by groups of cicadas Take over hell on Satan's hiatus just to make you feel pain like a sadist Somewhere in the musical maze you must've lost yourself You should just make like Robin Williams and just off yourself (Loose)Transcript: + Show Spoiler + Well I was gunna come back wit some basic ass shit like, Flow trenched, yo sick, got you all out of Pocket Get wrenched, on this dick, you pathetic socket! Ho! Know your role! You’re just a handy man’s tool This slut sits at her desk on an upside-down stool But clearly that wouldn't cut it, I opened the door like a portal so now imma go GLaDOS and shut it. I'll shred every one of your atoms like the Hadron collider, slap your mom wit a brick before I cum insid' er Drag your drunk, barefoot, pregnant ass, out in the street, smash the lit ciggerete through your teeth Snatch your bitchass electrodes, let you shock your own ignorant ass, carelessly…. so pay attention... You know I ain’t nevva scared, but you prolly are a bear a peanut butter covered hairy dude , still wearing shit stained superhero underwear Claiming victory already? That was only round one Im steady ropin' my dope, and I aint even close to being done. Lyrical ballistics, sadistic, when I spit shit, sick shit, ‘shit too thick for your ya stank ass! bitch’ shit That diarrhea of the mouth ‘you can’t pinch-off’ bitch You wanna try ME?! Pleasee..... You’re taking over Hell? Well, I needed a vacation Shoulda left Robin outta this cuz now your tryin my patients. I'm patchin adams apple after ripping out your throat If you doubt my fire bitch, you'll be dreaming on a boat No respect, just droppin him one line to stay topical, allow me to straighten up your opticals Robin’s one of the best the scene has ever seen, too soon for the suicide lines, unless you want to be first… nawwhattamean? If that’s the case I’d be happy to assist you, Stand face to face, slap your daddy then diss you Wit Kevorkian rhymes, I’m a lyrical suicide Pippen Show up to Trailer Town, smack you around, make your baby daddy start trippin’ Push your fat ass over, film it, make a new reality show called 'Cow Tippin' Go Gordian on your guts, rain sulfer like Gomorrah The wrath of God in this bitch! My Dick's so classy, it wears a fedora | ||
JieXian
Malaysia4677 Posts
On August 16 2014 10:37 GreenHorizons wrote: I'll see how you do with that. I'm almost positive your last post was like 95%+ pre-written. The lyrics were dope, they just had nothing to do with any of the other battlers. A good battle rap blends as much of the opponants rhymes in as possible. My verdict: Sick rhymes, terrible battle response. Would of been a good opener though ;P PS: The length of that was just ridiculous. A typical battle round is between 30-90 seconds that was several minutes worth of shit. Considering you responded with that in an hour I'd expect to see you shred this last piece beyond recognition if you are actually battling and not just posting written's? -______- Yes, it's true that it was very very long, but it was definitely related to what you wrote. My verdict: Good-Okay rhymes and battle response (boring and cliché at times but there's some good and okay ones). I can't write like that but won't be proud even if I could. Basically, you got owned so bad you couldn't get the fact You chose to cajole yourself with an illusion conjured from your delusion. | ||
ComaDose
Canada10343 Posts
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puppykiller
United States3125 Posts
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