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The Tower


]"Let me step into your eyes for a moment,
I dont want to walk in your shoes;
Just speak through you..."

Let's make a referance,
for the name of the game
So we know what the best is
The destinations the same
So we know whats left is
The goal over fame,
And the test is
Can you conqor the shame?

Cause we're on a mission
So let's set the course,
We got the vision
And a lack of remorse.

Like your in the kitchen
The pan's to hot to touch
So Ill lend you a hand,
And give you a glove.

So you can knock 'em down
Just to pick 'em back up,
Cause here's the bigger man
Who don't give a ********,

Based on integrety
And a lack of luck,
He hit the bottom so long,
He learned to pick himself up.

He built a tower so big,
He knows that its strong.
The foundations a rock
On which he sings this song.

Hes humble and simple
But his wit is quick
They wonder why he smiles
With the end of the stick.

Hell is a place
He used to call home
As he slayed deamons
By the blood of his bones.

He's ten times as strong,
But his knees feel weak
At the sight of his girl
He's unable to speak.

So he smashed down his walls
And his tower did fall
But they stand at the center
At the end of it all.

He proves who he is,
Without intention to prove
He moves who he is,
Without intention to move!

A lack of hesitation
Is the key to success
As he moves in for her lips
With his hand on her brest.

His palms like Haphystion
They're corse and rough
His and his sweat is hot
like Hades bluff.

Cause he works so hard,
Just to have his girl tonight
A battle left alone;
Only surender to fight.
Holy Wars In My Fistula
It's time to spit out all the insufferable vertebrae
who join in hand with the barrel full of monkeys gone astray
taken attached clipped to the back of all the available quarterbacks
sacked to the beat of last week's episode of Mars Attacks
Set my phasers to kill unlike the lyrical spill
of The Last of Us reeling from a vein self-defeating
the pain of needle breakfast inserting plasma splitter
celestial intrusions of chemical razor fritters
while his rhyme stills with lye in a bucket full of simple ********
like he's gonna make a soap that cleans deeper than Aaron Funk
can make drums invade the ears with a death ray of bliss
scratch that one trick pony that lye's only piss
poor junk that you found in a box labeled Pandora
filled with Russian Dolls ******** Dora the Explorer
captured plastic people by the grubby handed toddler
who shakes and bakes in tantrum out of criticism showers
of comets bearing toll on his lackluster planet
the martians in his brain raging loose on his sanity
The Last of Us cower at his raging stupidity
he pulled a slivered sword from a stone called vapidity.

all i see is insufferable verbosity
so hand the barrel over to a lyrical prodigy--
I'm taking you back to the past, kicking a**,
a quarter past mass, my rap's got you sacked
no need to face you 'cause I got eyes in the back
killing you is too merciful and lacking class
'bout to get pulp fiction medieval on your a**
I comb over the scene like the main villian
no time to react, I've already got your whiny children
your presence had sent the President a document in another continent
watching me dominate you and giving me diplomatic consent

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Holy Wars In My Fistula


Please... Rap relivent.

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"Your gonna go far kid..."

Im'ma pick this world up
And im'ma drop it on you'r ******** head
Im'ma pick this world up
And im'ma drop it on you'r ******** head
Im'ma pick this world up
And im'ma drop it on you'r ******** head
Im'ma pick this world up
And im'ma drop it on you'r ******** head

And I could die now,
Leave earth
mother ********!
Hop in a space ship
Leave earth
Mother ********!
Im down!
Mother ********,
Im down!

First hand,
Ill withstand,
The big band
Of your hired hand

Cause you ain't man enough
Cant Stand it up,
Cant Stand enough,
For man to man,
When I get rough.

Sleight of hand
To disband
The high command
Unplanned,Unmanned.

I do anything to
stick with you
Ill kill a man
If you want me too
I made this plan
Ill see it through
Tell me who
And if he touched you!

Condemn
'em
Reduce RPM
By spittin'
Phlegm
on their
Brain Stem

I cant discribe
How I react to you!
BOO
Got me doing things
I've always wanted to!
Guess now
all I gotta' do.
Is give to you
The way I want too!

I'm yearning
For learning
Burning
For earning

Her heart's
Like a jumper cable
And now with her
I'm willing and able
To put stable
And faithful
Together
on the table.

Behind Battles and Trials
Are miles and miles
piles of smiles
To wear while
The miles, pile.

Together
Forever
Wether
Whomever
Whenever
Whatever
However
Weather
Could
Never
Sever
Us!
Together
Forever.

Never the less
I acquiesce
A fancy dress
with a garlin crest
I confess
To express
My distress
For my conquest
I need you here
In access
In excess
Never the less
More or less
I want my baby
Let me transgress
Dont supress
Progress
Nor success
that Boo,
you posess...

<My heart,3

The abstract art
In the way
You tear me apart
The martial art
Like a
Flash chart.
You got a head start
on my every
Body part.
Restart my heart
And I cant help it
You hell'a smart!

So don't worry
In the dawn
When Im gone
Bring on
Add on
And act on
The add on
To the brawn
To the man you've won.

It alright,
I wanna see you tonight
Ill fight
Forthright
To do you right
No longer spite
Came to light
Of an upright
White knight.

Base hit,
Now to commit
Dive down yo' body
Till yo' hips hit,
Legs split
Now is you're gonna'
Throw a fit,
or admit
that you wants it!

Girl, you look so cute
wearing a sheet,
But I know you
You wanna eat
My white meat,
Stead of watching me
Skeet, skeet, skeet...

So allow me,
Suppose
Dat you cume here
Take of dem clothes
We might break it down
Who knows?
And Ill show you how
My hose goes.

I melt in your mouth
Not in your hand
You should train me too
If you can...
I show you what it means
to be a man,
Ill just let you in on my
Game plan.

Im'ma make love,
Devine,
Im'ma make you see
The sign
Im'ma make her know
You mine,
Imma make love;
Devine
TheLastOfUs
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Holy Wars In My Fistula


Please... Rap relivent.
did you mean relevant? what do you mean "rap relevant"? and, if it bothers you that we "rapped" irrelevantly, why have so many others "rapped" more irrelevant but with less finesse? why didn't you go after them?

if i remember correctly, and i quote:

TheLastOfUs
(So i want this forum to be a productive and very not so elegant, not very polite and last but definitely not least, non-ending rap battle. I want this so i can practice writing, and use you who post here as crash test dummies for up and coming mike opportunities.)


Rules
(Un-needed to say, that just like you, they are meant to be broken.)


1. Don't take s**t personally.

2. This place is made to vent. got something nice to say?
THEN GET OUT!
Unless of course its propping up a previous spit.

3. All rhymes must be original.
(No quoting your favored rappers, unless you cite them.)

4. Don't choke.
Don't ******** choke.


5. Please, if you feel the meaning of this statement,
realize the important function of punctuation.


666. NO RULES b***h!

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Dont get me wrong,
I was asking you to challange me. =P

Since I am such an "Inadiquate Rapper." Yeah right.
TheLastOfUs
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Dont get me wrong,
I was asking you to challange me. =P

Since I am such an "Inadiquate Rapper." Yeah right.


i don't challenge the challenged;
it's too easy to win, what's the challenge?
if it's a rap battle you want, you can have it.
i don't have to prove I'm the baddest
******** in town; you're not going down
because you already have Down.
you can't do s**t to me; i lift you up
and hit you with two thousand pounds
of pressure per fistycuff punch
as you fall to the earth

kid, you are faceless; words phase you
and as this verse grates you, like cheese
in a mouse-trap degrades to wait not chase
you bow down to this level of baneful statements
that ate you, cut off your ears, inflate you
to the size of Mickey balloon that pops
at every break you want me to stop
but you can't, you're not hip-hop
you're less than whoever killed 2pac
as he turns on the grave to your one-stop-shop
rhymes

you go not skills like biggie
eat his gat when you pat his track
but you got scratch,
start from the top but you flop
and ain't worth jack.

inadequate's an adjective describing inefficiency
but you were born deficient of skills with inability
to manipulate the play on words in beautiful versatility
my punch is pulling you towards merciful fatality
I taught Scorpion how to skin the fragile flesh off humanity

next time you challenge me, sit on a stool
put the dunce hat on kid; you just got schooled.
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Holy Wars In My Fistula
It's time to spit out all the insufferable vertebrae
who join in hand with the barrel full of monkeys gone astray
taken attached clipped to the back of all the available quarterbacks
sacked to the beat of last week's episode of Mars Attacks
Set my phasers to kill unlike the lyrical spill
of The Last of Us reeling from a vein self-defeating
the pain of needle breakfast inserting plasma splitter
celestial intrusions of chemical razor fritters
while his rhyme stills with lye in a bucket full of simple ********
like he's gonna make a soap that cleans deeper than Aaron Funk
can make drums invade the ears with a death ray of bliss
scratch that one trick pony that lye's only piss
poor junk that you found in a box labeled Pandora
filled with Russian Dolls ******** Dora the Explorer
captured plastic people by the grubby handed toddler
who shakes and bakes in tantrum out of criticism showers
of comets bearing toll on his lackluster planet
the martians in his brain raging loose on his sanity
The Last of Us cower at his raging stupidity
he pulled a slivered sword from a stone called vapidity.

all i see is insufferable verbosity
so hand the barrel over to a lyrical prodigy--
I'm taking you back to the past, kicking a**,
a quarter past mass, my rap's got you sacked
no need to face you 'cause I got eyes in the back
killing you is too merciful and lacking class
'bout to get pulp fiction medieval on your a**
I comb over the scene like the main villian
no time to react, I've already got your whiny children
your presence had sent the President a document in another continent
watching me dominate you and giving me diplomatic consent

Pssh,

here's a taste of amicus incite for you to bite in like an apple
wormed with grubby reason raise the case to certiorari stats pull
all the stops I grit the grime you think is gold into the light
and show the court exhibit A two pounds of s**t and verbal dia-
dem you wear upon your head is pyrite pilfered from a fool who
got shot up by bullets and quotations from Ezekiel so
let the jury hang their disposition high amongst the pews
and stare into the suitcase Tarantino made but not for viewing
into there we'll see the realness of your words inside the glow
that all in there is orange glass and tungsten with no sense of flow

Perrite's Bestie

Witty Waffles

You just stood there
Not giving a care
As I fell and cried
Because me you defied
Pain with no gun
Lay it down for me, son
No one deserves that s**t
Put out the candle you lit
There isn't a reason
For you to to be cheatin
Unless you wish to be beaten
This feburary
is gonna be scary
No one to notice, you're no longer my focus
Beatin black and blue
Covered with more than one bruise
Cause my boys have my back
That I know is a fact
My hear you break, better pray for your sake
I don't take my revenge on what you loved when
You're x-box, or your flat screen? Maybe even your phone
Yeah, yeah then you'll know what it's really like to be alone.
kiki-ichigo
You just stood there
Not giving a care
As I fell and cried
Because me you defied
Pain with no gun
Lay it down for me, son
No one deserves that s**t
Put out the candle you lit
There isn't a reason
For you to to be cheatin
Unless you wish to be beaten
This feburary
is gonna be scary
No one to notice, you're no longer my focus
Beatin black and blue
Covered with more than one bruise
Cause my boys have my back
That I know is a fact
My hear you break, better pray for your sake
I don't take my revenge on what you loved when
You're x-box, or your flat screen? Maybe even your phone
Yeah, yeah then you'll know what it's really like to be alone.


Put up a quarter for this rot?
More like a penny for your thoughts
or a fountain full of bottle caps
unhinged from nuka cola taps.
The s**t you spin is broken record
of a pidgeon's bombing efforts,
of a Megaton exploded
miles up and corpses bloated.
Melodrama's on the out:
who cares for ghouls raking about
like feelings beatin' black and blue?
You should have chose two betta hues
like alabaster baize with gauze
with tourniquet from punching cause,
or pomegranate tangerine
a glimpse into the skin obscene
instead of mucking cheater's loss
imaginary items tossed
into the garbage like a hack.
I think I'll take my quarter back.
First and foremost, let me elect
the spelling of MIC to be correct
unless personified to reflect
a requisite for a rapping reject.

See, "mic" is short for microphone,
the scepter to the rapping throne,
and sure the pompous might be prone
to rename the tool as to not be alone.

A stage is frightening to the weak
which may cause a stutter when you speak,
but if it's armor that you seek,
then your career in rap
is looking bleak.

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i prefer to keep to myself, and keep my mouth shut
kick it on the couch and gradually ******** my life up
but i'll gladly go outside and try to ******** yours up too
my friends all hate me, mom too, but what's new?

i'm 23 now, and look what i've done
indulged in s**t loads of drugs, and shot a couple of guns
used to do a lot of stupid s**t just to have fun
and people wonder why i always feel like karma's gonna come

i've always been insane, i'm diggin for help
maintainin' my mainframe, by boozing myself
i'm losin' my head, but i'm hopin' to sell
every single record i produce, before i'm goin to hell
i'm makin no progress, i wanna rebel
i wanna drain all my thoughts and, i wanna reveal
all the good that's inside, but that's not ringin' a bell
not a lot that i've learned, got no story to tell.

yo, caught enough of the intake
making no moves, still workin on a mixtape
this gotta be the fifth take, not happy with the last track
wanna give up, gotta drag myself past that.

i can't give in, i can't let go
i'm better now than i've ever been, and i'm about to blow
had the knowledge to grow, and the guidance to look past s**t
still immature, and still actin like a b*****d

(not really a battle rap though just threw this s**t together tonight, if anyone's down to battle though i'll happily oblige ; here's the beat i used for the song in case https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9i6m0Ris-RI )

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Portch
"Snowfall"

Ill tell you a secret
between you and me
A riddle in the lines
that few will see

I know im young
I feel so old
My heart is dead
My skin so cold

I know where I am
But im so danm lost
My body burns enough
to freeze jack frost

Before my veins
were cold as ice
Before I said love
and didnt think twice

I met a girl,
She was the one
She ******** with my d**k
and my heart for fun.

When I was a boy
I believed in tales
I believed in love
when all else fails.

I went crazy
dont you see?
I chased a girl
to Tennessee

Done things i did
I aint done before
Found ancient lands
told in folklore

I found a fountain
with never ending life
an end to my struggles
and calmed all strife

I loved a girl
make her my wife
But I ended it all
Like the end of a knife

In a moment
I would trade this all
To go back
Make Niagara fall

Now I wanna just
freeze it all!
Just to live in that moment
and let the snowfall...

Snowfall...

I found faces
That cant die twice
That cast a shadow
Bigger than yo life

Ive sat and talked
to giants of stone
The founding fathers
Of what you call home

I've seen the mountains
both east and west
I gave her my all
always my best

Now I shiver
I cant find rest
I feel my heart
Outside my chest

I seen the redwoods
and the evergreen
Id clear cut it all
So that she could see

So take this winter air
right out my chest
Ill breath out frost
with my last breath

Just survive the winter
another in store
like buying cancer
just to get more

But her pretty face
on a mountain top
It would pimp a player
and your heart stop.

Now I wanna just
freeze it all!
Just to live in that moment
and let the snowfall...

Snowfall...

I've seen volcanos
grow upside down
We went there together
Both up, and downtown.

We ******** on the bed
We ******** on the floor
We ******** on the street
she still want more

Shes the craziest b***h
That a thug could be
The very definition
Of ******** irie

We saw angels and demons
Moons and suns
Danced with fire
and played with guns

Her father's a craftsman
and skilled to boot
The temples he made
in grounds he made root

Her bother's a kid
with the kindest heart
Straight edge as a knife
that he gave as we part

We sang and danced
all night long
For her ill write
one last song.

We sat and watched
countless campfire
flicked a lighter
counted stars and got higher.

Now I wanna just
freeze it all!
Just to live in that moment
and let the snowfall...

Snowfall...

It came to an end
but it was all pretend
I told that b***h
She's just a friend

My greatest sin
was temptations sight
I did in desperation
What i knew wasnt right

Now heres the trick
Its ******** absurd
But the truth cant be told
If it aint ever heard.

The truth is I lied
but heres the switch...
I remained faithful
I never touched a b***h.

Now I wanna just
freeze it all!
Just to live in that moment
and let the snowfall...

Snowfall...
cuz when your out of reach and out of touch
it's easy to bear
and the deceiver is here
feel the grieving the teeth
cleaving any reason to tear
breathing the heat in the season of fear
got you beat like the snair
dreaming of air
feet leaving you there
either believe or disrepair
beneath your aware
when it speaks feel the teampurature peak in your ear
it's all fare or it's warfare
hidden in the walls bare
the children who call more than yall hear
depression is a liar

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