Was it like beating a music? Bapping in your pick? Or am I wrong? Cause' my head's like a ping pong Raging with anger Later I remember Doing bad is bad Like an evil lad I don't understand myself I don't know if how can I help Despite of this words Kings would think I'm a nerd Only rhymes when it ends Sometimes it bends Like a twisted rolller coaster I don't feel any longer All those dizziness that I felt Had just been melt.
Oi, come on guys, I asked for a challenge, for one of you to rise. To give me a surprise I'm still waiting for some replies. All you hiding in the shadows, Rap against the pros, Or will you pick against the lows? Make sure it is the right decision you chose. I'll be full of laughter As you walk like lambs to the slaughter Is that what you'd rather? If you are lucky you might become a martyr. Hurry up, I won't wait forever Come up with something clever Better late than never Whoever Can say whatever Whenever It'll be a worthwhile endeavour.
All you noobs are looking pitiful Quite disgusting; despicable I've got the rhymes but I just got no reason to be playing in the kiddy pool in the summer season You all can play in the dirt, I'll be flying through the sky Oh I'm sorry, does being burned hurt? Coz nothing can stop me, I'm rising to the top Your rhymes just peter out Mine are solid as a rock. Lemme go get my tractor Farming is a big factor I'll make you cry, Make Your kingdoms die, Your gold will switch hands You'll be broker than a boy band I'll be sitting rich, Here, take a dime. My time has almost come, My fingers are quite sore. So I'll leave you with this: ALL YOUR RHYMES ARE A BORE!
Fritzmann your time hasn't come yet And you can bet Against a rap battle vet I'll put you down quick because you aren't much of a threat. You speak of rising to the top, I'll hit you so hard that you drop, You say you are a farmer get back to your crops. Leave rapping to those that can, Or actually come with a battle plan, You could always ask the pros for some advice young Padawan. Because no matter how hard you try I've already won. Back down, I'll beat you to the ground, I still got the crown, I'll look down upon you with a frown, As you blather like a terrible clown.
You think you're so cool, eh? While reading your rhymes my brain just goes 'bleah!' The victory you speak of is far out of your reach You're like a whale flopping around on the beach I got you hooked on my beat Knocking you off of your feet Your words are a hyperbole For an utter defeat You can't do a thing, can't even think All I got to do is rap and wink You think you can drag me down? Think you can make me drown? I think not you foolish foul fiend I'm a rapping machine, lean and mean I'm a comedian, you're always the punchline When I read your 'rap' all I hear is a whine You're nothing, you can't hit a beat You can't even insult my wheat My fields are amazing, watered with noob tears The river you've cried will feed them for years. Now lets see what you got Mr. Phantom: You big old beer bum I rest my case, 'Cause I know I've won.
Okay I see now you think you're going to ruin me, Best saddle up and ride hard boss better work gruelingly, You all claim to be in the skies, But I shot you down abusively, And some may say shots were fired but I'm still sitting here contusion free, This is what it is a game to be obliterated, If good bars were air you may just be suffocated, Cut you to the quick I stay high elevated, You can try but **** don't fly because I keep my game escalated, Have you looking like some old jeans dusty and faded, I'm sitting in 2015 with you in the rearview, You chillin in1980's but me I'm just brand new, Don't tempt me I will empty this whole clip into you, These chopper gunner rounds just spit fire too true, Things may have been different if you weren't on that fu-fu, So stick to hitting ebs but for you there is no epic battle sport, These words flow like niagra but from you there is no retort This is like Lexington only I'm still waiting for report, For you this is M.I.6 you scared so you hit abort, Me I'm hitting home runs while you batting way too short, Step up to the plate but you know you getting burned up Flying on some wings of wax while I turned the heat up, Go ahead and digest while I prop my feet up, C'mon whoever try again another spots been freed up, I'll just wait patiently while I re-up.
Fritzmann I'll admit your raps are good, But that won't mean crap as I look out from under my hood. My being will make you piss yourself like any other noob would, An attack from me would leave you floating down the river of death like driftwood. You don't stand a chance, you never could. I am the embodiment of sin and hate, I'll look at you with a deathly grin and watch your chest deflate. Your eyes will dilate, Realising your imminent fate Only moments too late, That your death will just add to the graph of rappers mortality rate. Your raps are an absurdity Full of deformity Reportedly, You formed them with uncertainty. But you determinedly Wrote your raps carelessly. Remember your words mean nothing to me. I'm a phantom, they go straight through me. You can't can't win, in what dreamland would that be? When I win I'll take your soul, it will never be free, And your wonderful crops will turn to weeds, These are some words you should heed: Keep rapping against me and quickly despair will descend upon thee. (I'm sorry for not replying sooner, halfway through writing the original rap my phone died in a long ass car journey. So yeah, sorry for keeping you waiting )
Hey jay why don't ya get outta here Your rhymes ain't nothing, you're the chaff of the wheat You've got no skill, no nothing, no beat So take my advice and step off the stage Before I get going and make you rage I'm done wasting my words on you Cause your a big buffoon that belongs in a zoo
Yoloking, is missing like Waldo. If I wasn't silenced, Id give em a wall Yo I like this cypher thread As I read in the dark bro, Im a write another rhyme. First, gotta take this call tho.
Rapping isn't just showing off It's words are kinda rough It's talking with style and coolness Like your words are endless Rhymes aren't noticed As long as no words are missed Cause' rhyming is like talking Saying every word involuntarily As long as your words fit your tongue As long as your words act like fangs You'll be looked as the king Even though you are just walking Yes I can't rap But as long as my words wouldn't drop It's fine to rhyme While avoiding such crime Think of the music's beat And let your words hit And then try to rhyme Without thinking of the right time Enjoy every word Like it's a rainbow's herd And then you'll do better Even with a high fever
Kicking up a mountain from dusty ashes Why do I gotta plague myself with clumsy flashes That light up in the pan and try to lunge right at ya' Yolo, I'm sorry, but it's time to run this backwards Conductor's spinning up this record straight up from the start I can't sit idly by, you're not the greatest of this art Rapping takes more than baseless claims, it comes mainly from the heart But enough of this sappy laxative bit, I'm gonna shart Ooh, your face is covered in it now, you want to wipe it off? Too bad, your mic, I turned it off I think I've left your skills to rot It's time we finished this one off, my vocabulary skills shall enter Shut up and witness splendor I execute pretenders Yammering and rattling, Yolo isn't worth battling Originally babbling, his prattle's handle's baffling Locally he seems shattering, but here he starts dismantling Own rhyming scheme is crackling, too much nagging and wrangling Rhetorical devices, he owns such a plethora But with no organization, he's crumbling like the Lord of The Rings after a remake To the world he owes a rebate His cacophonies replayed Who won? There is no debate!
Damn static I can't have this man This week has been crazy as crap I can't have another of my friends Go off in front of me into the black I remember the look on his wife's face As we sat her down to give her the news I remember the awful silence that fell And the panic that quickly ensued I can't do this again I ain't ready, it's too soon I can't handle this darkness When it rains man it monsoons Pick yourself up man I'm too tired My arms are already full I'm carrying the weight Of my own damn problems I hope that you get out of yours too Mentally behind bars Writing these lines hard Scratching with nails bloody On walls that are so scarred The times they are not easy This road can be so rough Sometimes its just one reason We cling to so we stand up And fight for what matters No matter what, don't give up I know that you got this homie In lyrical corners we stand tough Toe to the toe, like giants We at this game so rough You know we've got one more round And the bell aint even rung You ain't down for the count You ain't outta this fight Put gloves up and let's go Its time to give these people One last mother ******* show I remember the look on his face And his eyes rolling no more strife I will not do this again quickly So stand up, and grab this life
Damn, my friend, that was an emotional masterpiece! Not many could tell a story like that while keeping it 100.
If I tear you open wide, take a look inside Are you pretty? Can I get inside your mind, see what I can find? Are you pretty? So just take off that disguise, everyone knows that you're only Pretty on the outside - A little poem from a friend