Oh and English isn't my first language, so that's basically the reason that it's not as it should be here and there
Ladies and gentlemen, the president of the United States! HGK! Well look who's back for another dose of smack, Wanna see the gun I pack? Man I think your raps are wack. Let's take it back. To the start, and maybe then I can explain, to your puny little brain, that I was just playing. It's all just fun and games. Not a single ButtHurt made, except for this special case, where the president got laid. By my raps, it's a fact, check the pact, we made, HGK hiding in the shade, while his raps are being made, but they fade, a masquerade, for today, it's a shame, but who's to blame? Retaliation is the surest way to be killed, No matter how much you willed, your raps are even with tilted kilts. Just feel, when you spit. Put your heart into your bars, guarantee you will go far, soon be driving ninety cars. People wanna be who you are. But if you come at me again, guarantee one thing, I'll put an imprint on your face, with my skull face ring. It will sting,
First of all I'm not from the U.S, so get your facts straight before you start talking, yes? And you say that you are playing but to me it seems that I hit a snare, and made you angry, are you now in hulk mode trying to smash me? Well if so make it snappy, try to make me happy and fire everything you got at me. Don't take it literal, do take it personal, I'm laying the foundation for your funeral, and yeah you do have some skill and yeah you are ill, but compared to me you seem healthy, I destroy you in public, don't need to be stealthy. You must be a sore loser, losing one round and coming back for the second, but you better recognize, I'm not playing nice, I terrorize, cold as ice, could freeze hell over, that's the reason Satan doesn't want me to come over. And you talk about guns, not just an Internet bully but a wanksta to, what are you gonna do? Threaten me with a gun? Well have fun, I won't run. Trying to act so damn tough, your life must be rough, had enough? Then drop the act, become yourself and see how the people around you react. They must be happy, now you are yourself instead of a wannabe gangster who packs a gat, but wouldn't there to shoot a single cat, quite sad, so bro, you mad ?
Thanks man, to be honest I never battled before, I do write lyrics so it's good to go to the roots of rap lol
(Now it's time for our wrap up Let's give it everything we've got Ready? Begin) Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing Analytically, I assault, animate things Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding Casually create catastrophes, casualties Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing Detonate a dime of dank daily doing dough Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low Eating other editors with each and every energetic Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette Furious fat fabulous fantastic Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics Gift got great global goods gone glorious Getting godly in his game with the goriest Hit em high, hella height, historical Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy Imitators idolize, I intimidate In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jocking joints Justly, it's just me, writing my journals Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on Karate kick type brits in my kingdom Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is Learned lame louses just lose to my livery My mind makes marvelous moves, masses Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered Niggas nap knowing I'm nice naturally Knack, never lack, make noise nationally Operation, opposition, off, not optional Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals Perfected poem, powerful punchlines Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quantum Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh Really raw raps, rising up rapidly Riding the rushing radioactivity Super scientifical sound search sought Silencing super fire saps that are soft Tales ten times talented, too tough Take that, challengers, get a tune up Universal, unique untouched Unadulterated, the raw uncut Verb vice lord victorious valid Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished While I'm all well would a wise wordsmith just Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large X-height letters, and xylophone tones Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws Yesterday's lawn yard sale I yawn Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!.... (good....can you say it faster?)
I have no idea where this will be going, all I know is that it won't be mind blowing, but mind showing, write down what I think, thoughts on paper written with ink, I sit down and think, let my thoughts sink, I'm on the brink, of getting my thoughts in sync, synchronize and realize, people who spit but don't say anything are the ones I despise, so let's dispose, cuz we don't need those, they say they are real, not even close. It's not that they don't know truth, they just keep it hidden, when you have a fake persona it's forbidden, cuz when they talk truth people see how fake their words used to be, and turned themselves into their own words enemy. Why trying to be someone you are not, be yourself and bring the best you got, spit something hot, or cold, but don't put your real thoughts on hold. There is always more than one way, for worse or better, choose something that does matter, don't listen to the chatterboxes that want to put you in a box as well, label you, and going along with it disables to be the real you. I'm not old school, I'm not new school, I'm neutral school, matter of fact I dropped out of school, I wanted to work, does that make me a fool? I don't think so, but you might think different, opinions and facts, are worlds apart, and yet so close, like light and darkness, cold and warmth, heart and heartless, care more or careless, stress or no stress. To be or not to be, just be what you want to be, answers can be so simple, yet we make it difficult for ourselves to find an answer, like how we live on this world, I believe we gave it cancer, yeah the world is dying, we could try to cure it but we aren't even trying, I'm not denying, that I'm not doing the same thing, but it makes me wonder, doesn't that mean something? Knowing that I'm aware, that's the start, thinking about it is step two, and working on it close to the finish, I know, words are coming first, but your actions have to show, that you mean what you said though. So many questions, and yet a few answers, so come up with your own answers, it doesn't have to be right in my opinion, as long as you have a opinion, and have something to stand for, stand for something or fall for anything, and that last part is a scary thing. When you ask me what my goals are in life, I answer with the usual, house, car, lovely wife, but with that, are you truly alive? Work all day every week, of course we must work to eat, but what I mean is, isn't there something that I miss? I feel like I need more goals, more things to reach, more walls to breach, so that I can take this energy and unleash, grab it, and never let it go, that's how I feel though. What do you think? What are your thoughts about it, I like to talk with people who have different opinions, so that I can learn from them and maybe even become an wiser man, and hopefully they learn from me, since you don't get wisdom on your own, don't you agree?
There was a time When I could rhyme About nearly anything Sold poems $1 apiece So I could buy something to eat Just a saving pennies thing Now my rhymes are darker But I can't find the marker Where my poetry lost its ring Trying to get back On my lyrical track Let my words take wing Found a great group of people Drew me like a church steeple And made my muse sing So I'm back in the light Making things right This Angel is flying Got a beat in my head So it's gotta be said Thanks for getting me trying
Think that just because you spit a fast bar you're insane. The level of humility with this one is really inhumane. So I think I'll rub him out now, like a barbecue stain. Punch him in the raps, teach him the meaning of pain. Hey yolo, Try a solo, One on one against me. I beat to your ass, bury fast, then send you to your mommy. Try me, bite me, but don't you dare fight me, Best just do the right thing, and run away like lightning. But hey, wait else could you expect, from a chicken **** rap king, afraid to stick out his neck. Cash, Credit, or check, I'll only pay my respects. With your level of experience, put glen beck to shame. I don't fight just to win, I fight to kill and maim. It's the same, as going toe to toe with a giant tiger. Gonna get ripped one higher, if you don't you're a liar. I'm on fire, I spit vocabulary in each rhyme, all you can do is go kinda fast, one at a time. I crawled my way through the grime, through the mud and the dust, just to prove I was fine, And high time, that somebody took this throne for his own. I'm rapping out on the streets, while ya'll are sittin' at home.
1st rap: Kinda sucks I just drop shotted Now I'm a hotshotted Try and beat this Before I come and diss You better bless Because I'm the best 2nd rap: a little better My mags are done I need scavenger resupply with scavenger. Stalk you with stalker tear your mother ******* cabbage up. Your screens red you seem dead your shot already. You can walk it off right over my Bouncing Betty. My nephew Eggie on my tight crew he snipe you then dragonov. Quick scope with the dragonov.
Rappin on the streets huh? how's your 4g signal? looks to me like your on the forums Talkin mess like you the big dog You prolly aint big though Short sighted like ray rice His sight aint the only thing though Just ask his estranged wife You talk like you're hard **** How's that ******* career bro? My dick is harder than you are Without see'n kaley cuoco So you rap bars and You rhymin like doctor suess Go home on the weekends Come monday you dressin in suits I bet you pulled yourself up now By your own boots Strapped with a vocabulary That forgets it's own roots
Rap battle, I throw blows with closed fists. You just made my list, make you slit your wrists. Get the gist? Here I stand, a single man, hitting harder than a whole faction. Slicing through your defense like Tecmo Bowl and Bo Jackson. Time for action. I know this one is short but it just came to me randomly as I was sitting here so I posted it.