go head bro let's see what ya got.
go head bro let's see what ya got.
Here man I'll go ahead and start, just wrote this up right now in less than a minute... I mean I'd wait for you and everything but I know you have trouble coming up with something, so go ahead man, here's somethin to work with haha
your style's cramped, betcha crew folds
you rode the short bus in the school zone
haven't seen this many douchebags and tools so
tight together since the toilet row of home depot
you kiss *** here for credit, you beat me? forget it
kill all's my mind set, why hang out, resign yet?
i see you kissin up here to try to up your cred
you play the ***** like that where i'm from your dead
honestly you're way outmatched butcha missed your chances shoulda shut your trap for you step in my turf i make ya fade to black
I didn't like this at all man, I won't lie..
To each's own, I give quick credit to want to write as much as he does..
all I got time for atm, been busy today...
here's the difference in how we brainstorm our battle raps:
you fake raw with bad attacks; I place straws on camel backs.
you break jaws of ragged brats; I create forms of rap arras.
your claims don't 'add up', so this here's the 'aftermath'.
I'll make sure your 'love-lies-bleeding' like 'Amaranths'
less hit her with shot gun, more 'wither in hot sun'
& if a punk tryna beat me I'll 'raise stakes' like 'cattle farms'
might 'fold' cuz not dumb, but will win in the long run.
Lemme break your style in one sentence
A rip off of SBU's except SBU's is better
Woah no don't think I wouldn't go there
Zero below there, plus I'll pay the airfare
Come to your house rip your vocals out
Woops I showed up unannounced how un-profound
Lemme send a package first, RSVP:
"It's like you can't see me, you're the worst to be
A class be-low me so you can b-low me
I'm on another level, raise the bass and treble
Til the *****es tremble, cuz I drive 'em mental
You'll never take me down not now nor ever
No sentimental
I remember when you asked me to save your *** B
It was a catastrophe at some other site for battle raps
When they said ATL'd get shut down
You got your *** kicked there
You'll never wear the crown
Please look away from the sky ***** just sit down
Okay you got my letter I'm comin' over now"
Take your time and get ready, til your arm grows heavy
Rough drafts and write ups but you can't compare
I got substance in lyrics, I beatcha there
Your quality drops, ****in' amaranths???
What is this ****in' flower class???
Your ego dies as I watch the hours pass
Your life pass you by like a hourglass
I'm real life accomplished, you can't **** with that
You're my homie but it's phony
The way you tried to call me out
So un-pronounced
Your negativity won't burn me like I burn an ounce
You better watch your back for I lay you down
Red beam on your chest like it's over ow
You still talk **** buddy how bout now
Haha
Cattle farms.... what the **** man. Come on, put some damn effort in your work, man, we used to have some good battles back in the day. But you gotta step it up, know what I mean? Cattle farm and flowers. Come on man. I understand. I don't got time either, I only get to write raps between classes. The difference is my ****'s for real, haha.
Look. I know I rap a lot about people I don't like, makin' fun of people and whatnot. But look - this rap here is dedicated to all the non-haters. The people that made somethin' outta nothin'. Who kept the faith when others doubted them. Arright. And the beat drops...
Lookin' in my past bro
If I had hit fast forward, stepped up on the gas yo
Look-where-the-****-that-I-showed-up
Haters keep hatin', never-get-enough
If you had my back forever then I swear to God that's good enough
Cuz this song is for the people who preserve even-in-the face of doubt
Who never lost their focus or forgotten what they stand about
Who never ever rang the towel and swore they'd never back it down
This is why - I'm back now
This is what - we bout we now
We bout fine *****es, fast hos, stackin' up our cash flows
Summer time is winter time we wearin' all designer clothes
And shorty on the first class wher-ever this plane goes
People talk like damn man, look how this change yo
We used to wait tables, now my homies own stables
In the country, in the city they reservin' all the tables
And we do it for the have-nots who dreamin' up these fables
And look at us like superstars and ask us how we able
Yo...
I do this for my mom, who always had my back
I do this for my brother and I swear in ****in' fact
I do it for my father even though we had our quarrels
And I rep my how damn fam for teachin' me these morals
All the fly *** *****es who just take it til their toes curls
Cuz I always did it my way and that's the best of both worlds
Got a-good-chick-with-bad-'tude man that's the best of both girls
Ya.... ha
We feel like Under Ground Kings....
On that pineapple express - if ya'll know what I mean
Cuz just like Biggie baby it just used to be a dream
But if I stand for somethin' then I only stand for one thing
I never let my guard down, I'm always up within this ring
I'll never ****in' back down, until they finally crown me king
I live life to the fullest so it's only right I make the nice CREAM
Yo
Haha... that's what's up. Yo. Semester almost over man. Go hard or go home.
Understood. I did come out wrong with that, kinda seemed dickish. I was probably in a hurry. I don't like the last line, what do you mean make ya fade to black? Many things can fade to black and still be present, you need to make it understood what fade to black means. As for the toilet row line, I didn't really find that one well though-up either. I mean if this is a freestyle yeah, but no written. If that makes sense, I've just seen some of his other stuff and I personally think he can do much better than that particular piece.
I'ma 'de-grade' him; watch as I beat him from 'A to B'..;
then 'blind side' him & leave him 'unmarked' like he 'failed to see'.
my foundations are deep .. you're a glass house on a sand dune
in other words, I won't 'build you up' cuz I 'can't stand' you.
your contents are kinda weak. intelligence? you show none.
your concepts are 'binary' in the sense you 'owe one'
you've no puns, no metaphors, no similes and basic rhymes
"being real" doesn't mean "cut out all creative lines"
my first bar outshines your whole verse, regardless if you write a lot
I agree with Tung..; but slow down, quick.. and take your time when scribing drops