Welcome to a rap battle Synthesized with death metal No pace with the devil Leaded foot on the pedal So you call your rhymes a dis When it's not even a near-miss Just a warrior of the keys While your life is on your knees The way you wage your life Is to pass it every time Biting down on the chip Trying to structure the right rhyme But the flow is always off And the beat is always wrong The sweat is always raining And you're not where you belong Another shredded paper In a notebook of blank pages Trying to stylize the right song That will pass down through the ages And as you start your mind And grab the stage for the fist time You fumble at the mouth And then nothing comes out Just the static of a screen And the boos of a crowd You had your moment - lost it Falling silent in the loud.
So you call yourself rusted knight of serenity The only thing rusty bout you is your rhymes B You call yourself a knight I must be the invisible striker Because I'm about to murder this cypher Static? Boy you're staying mundane Ill kill this flow without being profane Catch a vision of greatness Leave you straight hatin That's all I got for now lol
Savage the brownie man Coming out like a frying pan Sizzling out his single fan About to meet my back hand -They say you're as savage as a meow Must be hard to live that down Laughing stalk of the town You twist You bend You break Let loose of every chance you take You run You cry You fail Knees jellow with that tucked tail But you've hit a disaster now Swing bing bat and a pow! No one told you just how I deviour everything all the while You sit in the corner and cry it out! I'm the knight with the rust The fight with the fuss The serenity of all And a deity to y'all So just tuck and crawl And play with your ball Because I'm batting a thousand Putting sucka mc's out of housing And your stuck on the streets With your lame ass beats. *drops the mic* :lol: :lol:
It seems it's time for me to make a rapping reappearance Too much dissing, all these lines combined show major incoherence Inconsistencies are everywhere, well everyone's "ingenious" They all claim that they're the greatest, surely they cannot be serious This isn't anyone's domain It's like all of you are insane Rap's a giant world and we're just trying to find a path to fame I hope I've stopped you all before this thread gets you delirious This was just a taste of the full brobot9 experience
My rap genius? seems like you question it Its competition, so I gotta be the best at it. Yall go hard and leave a deep impression with folks that cant write & time not invested in! I have. 16 years of my life, I been writing so 16 bars a night is easy typing! and I excel at it, much to your liking. rhymes so open while yalls stay hiding! But its a battle so im calling out the writers for a challenge, to write better on the cypher! Im in it, Im a lifer. Rap, I just wife her yall barely like her so its time to pay the piper Bars too hot and yall rappers cant touch it I beat Zeth to death and put Rusted on crutches Brownie is fanboy, he cheers when I bust it Bro9 knows I shine cuz lil buddy is my cousin! Ppl like "no offense". Not me, Im offending I hope you take offense and unfriend me! Anarchy and hate is the message Im sending Yall should retire rhymes and stop pretending
Keep calling yourself serene Ya bars are as a latrine You're not making sense Ill leave you in distress My lyrics will give you a mid life crisis at the age of 36 My rhymes are a crime, disturbing the peace Hit you wit some heat Call me the king of the east Coast You know I do the most Static, you a burnt out super hero I tried to count your money and came up wit zero Turned my static energy into something phonetic This flow im finessin Now go to confession Tell em rap god brownie isnt to be tested Kill yo ass off, leave you eternally restin
Fo shizzle my nizzle, your raps are goin down the drizzle Drizzle? Drazzle, drainizzle? Feckit, Watch me come an rek it! Ima caustic as the soda, master as the yoda Faustic, my raw spit sticks to your flawed hit And burns like the hellfire I ascend from Had a meal of Kentucky fried angel wings Time to put another chump on the rack This infernal damned choir sings My evil to the moon an back. Men, women, children, they all in my sights Rippin you apart? Its well within my rights! Nothin can stop me, your plans are worthless, I'm mirthless, mercy less, killin your cess And drowning you in its pool, fool! What I'm doing here can't be learnt in school! Its inherent, coherent, peasant! Its anything but pleasant! Let the goddamn Lord of Chaos rule!
I inhale rhymes, then I breath words Then spit a rap and I decease verbs and I believe there's always a verse to re-verse Im the king of these words like Caesar! Yes Im Caesar, the king of you apes! U monkeys in a cage cheering Static the great Guess cuz Im ecstatic & erratic as fate and a rhyme addict that's not sporadic today! Im not BK and you cant have it ur way Get in my way and I'll gladly give pain Call it drastic, Ill melt u rappers in vain! put u rappers in wrappers and eat your crackers, okay. Hahaha that was fun.
Got one more bar to lay Before I snarl in wait Before my ego comes and gets me to spawn the hate I got a lotta issues, all you rapping gods are fake I'll beat you artily While sipping marmalade I'm showing massive audacity to these wanna-be rappers Some of you are brilliant, but most are disasters Those with a semblance of sense now bow down to Master Is it me, nah, but for sure it ain't one of these bastards I mean no disrespect to those of you who show talent But I've seen a bunch of stuff worse than Little Caesar's salad Should I start calling out names? Let us be honest here, dames The raging brownie doesn't have a bar that arms his blame When you start this game You need to calm and pray And put a force behind your rhymes that really sparks a flame No browning half-baked cookie gonna cause some shame Toast it in the oven forcefully and start to plate Roasted rappers that have been in never guard the same They got a lot of great Ideas to rock the frame Sadly it's that time of day, gotta depart again So goodbye, but I'm coming back with a dogged rage
Oops you kno what's in store I'm colder then 40's in ya corner liquor store. A true kaw renegade, soon as I release my rage,you can read about on active topics front page. Numero uno, blowing dudes past Egypt and into Pluto. I hit with dramatic punch lines, APOC equal to the grim reapers deaths design. APOC all HAIL, most FAIL, to the rest in line sorry that ship sailed. Dudes mad cuz they ain't us, like that planet stick up the core of Uranus !!!
Hold up, I thought this rap was something solid! was confused by mercy peeking outta the closet Yea ur cold bro... and you "kno" it too put on a jacket when you're "blowing dudes"! I catch killer highs. You catch Picachus I catch dimes. You just sniffin dudes. Im just cute like a whole bunch of Gizmos Your cheaterish like that beaver Machism0 and funny too, cuz he's also into anuses boy butts, and I hear he aint afraid to bust.
Yolo is here yet again, and he has something to say. All these rappers here are simply bickering from their ears So allow me to step in and sprinkle a little fear In these chickens who label themselves spitters but they're queer Not mentioning any names, that would be really insincere I've only just reregistered on this thread a minute ago I'm slow to anger, but it won't take me a second to blow Letting you know that there is worst to come yet My lines are like spiders, the words spin large webs I build rhyme contraptions to lure you bums in Until you're left looking like jerks and muppets Absurd like mug heads, I spin a web of deceit To get you mental tearing out your hair deliriously It's my intention to get you to listen to me And this doesn't have to be aired on any TV I attack fast, and leave marks like bad scabs Have you walk funny like holding cats in a back pack
Mic checkin.........I merge with da philosophical sprouted in the tropical climates wit a bunch of primates who ain't climbin Lol sike naw