Forums: Freestyle: Rap battle

Hit it freestyle yall
doesn't matter how tall
take someone out with your awesome raps
who cares how long just dont leave any gaps.

i'm geeked, kindof burly, swinging wild and early like Tyson Fury fightin' thirty
fools at one time, get slept from one time clean like them blue boys white and dirty
said i'm nice wit it, stripes unlimited .. you the type beginning it
but never broke the tape once cause you aint the type to finish sh$t

wow this site is lame af

I blaze off in a haze, self made boss gettin paid .. lobsters and steak
cobblestone roads, straight monster - you ain't .. b**h you lackin
broke imposters get played, lock the sh$tz u trappin like stray dogs in a cage
I b@ng th0ts getting layd .. this heat casts shadows, I stay hot in the shade
plastic jugs and flat backs .. that weak *ss battle you claim gots to be fake
give me a beat i release vivid secretions wit fine h03s k*ss*ng my cheeks
business as usual .. i'm so sly, cold, fine toned live flow spit from the teeth
have you traumatized sittin' in feeces grippin' your bleached whites wishin' you sleep
till your *** walk in w****' your weak *ss mad you keep p****' the s****
i'm geeked, kindof burly, swinging wild and early like Tyson Fury fightin' thirty
fools at one time, get slept from one time clean like them blue boys white and dirty
said i'm nice wit it, stripes unlimited .. you the type beginning it
but never broke the tape once cause you aint the type to finish sh$t

Look... I'm definition of incredible
FADED.. just eat the whole bag of edible
Barz are legible
Snitchin I know u dudes are federal
Tell yo momma.. she can lick these t*sticles

IM ON 1.. f*cc around u gonna catch these hands
Dismantle yo man's
Come take a look at these plans
Im pushin contrabnd
From California all way to Iran
Dudes in Turban c-walkin throu suburban... out here BANGIN the brand

SICC WITH IT... every bar like a lethal injection
Schizophrenia... im beefing with my own reflection
Sh00t-out at all directions... give me a erect*on
Give F, if I end up, at the Department of Corrections

WHERE H0EZ AT?... Searchin for a Thot
That can F like a robot
And anit scarred of the c*ck
Like DAME DOLLAZ... all I do tap on this invisible watch
And watch these tches start to flock

bro yall needa calm down. i think i need to make a rap about the situation

Yo, listen up, fam, let me set the stage. I'm 'bout to drop some bars, keep it clean on this page. I don't need no curses, that's not how I roll.Let's stay family-friendly, elevate our souls.
Met a new homie, Pathalogical Deeds. He spits fire, but he got some misguided creeds. In his rap, curse words dropped like bombs. Had to correct him, show him the right path, stay calm.

No curses in my rap, gotta keep it clean.Family-friendly vibes, that's what I mean. Respect for all, homies, let's unite. No need for foul language, let's spread love and light.

Now, onto Black America, he curses a ton. But bro, I think you need to get your mouth wrung. Were in this together, building bridges to mend. Using curses won't help, it's time to transcend.
Black America, we gotta rise above.Teach the youth that respect is how we show love. The power of words is something we possess. So let's use 'em wisely to promote progress.
Remember y'all words hold incredible power, Good friends every min every hour

oh shoot i didnt see black america dissing me

screw what i just said. its time to f***ing go

actually double screw i cant curse again.

Gents keep it family friendly…

Yo, listen up y'all, I got a story to tell.Bout this boy named Black America. oh well, But lemme make it clear, I ain't here for just kicks, It's just to expose and diss those fake tricks.
Black America actin' all high and mighty. Claimin' they got it all, but that ain't insightly. UnknownTarget here, callin' 'em out straight, Gonna expose their flaws, won't hesitate.

(Chorus: UnknownTarget) Black America, you ain't nothin' but a fake, Frontin' like you're on top, it's a big mistake, Yo, Pathological Deeds, let's show em the truth, Expose their lies, drop the bomb with our disproof.Pathological Deeds, joinin' my homie UnknownTarget, We ain't scared to speak up, we'll leave you dishearted, Black America, think you runnin' the game? Nah, we see through your act, it's all just lame. (Outro: Pathological Deeds) UnknownTarget and Pathological Deeds, we on the rise, Unmaskin' the truth, no more hidden lies, Black America, you best step aside, Realness prevails, we won't let your fake thrive

Look Imma heavey Hitter
Suppa Spitter
U the type that write ur bars with yo face cover in makeup rokcing glitter
Yo bars seems bitter... like a white gurl that never heard to add season
Run you over in this Lincoln
That will stop yo breathen
BTW ur girl cheaten... take a guess who with?
Black America aka Mr Long Stick
I'm keeping it family friendly... i didnt say ....
No effort when I compose this,...i spit easy
U beneath me
With binoculars u still couldn't see me
Image we didnt have any filter.. boy i WOULD GET GREASY!
Kinda like a Grizzly... ill eat my own
But u aint kind folk of mines, even if u was a clone
I be in zone... go ahead and team up with Pathalogical
U will still end up in Hospital
We know who the better MC... the outcome was very logical

Yo Listen up I got a story to tell
About this young boy name UnknownTarget yall know so well
It started back in time... in history
Something Something Something.. hommie pass the Weed
No seeds.. Im about get faded
With two chicks that say they related
When come to tha sausage u know they eat it
Check my Yelp reviews BLACK is highly rated
No effort... Barz crafted in the lab
Explode when the pen hit the pad
Watch me clear the room like a fat man passing gas
Halloween costume my face covered in my Blue flag
My dentist going throw a fit for all the candy I snatch
... Or snitch for all bodies i turn to ash
Some dudes focus on punch-lines
I focus on dope rhymes
Victor Wembanyama on these boards I haven't reach my prime
U think u can beat me... u gotta be out yo mind
But I know something u can beat... I bet u think yo right hand is hella of fine

I say boy this is weird, torturous, family friendly like Will Smiths boy living q****
for that's politically correct, though visually inept words get coined and revered
until a man jokes on a wife who's disloyal and feared, toys with her peers
have her honor defended, smack a man in his jaw just to destroy his career
moral of the story hence's a lesson
that rap aint been family friendly since it's inception
so today's fog's intercepting what's lost in perception
that i feel i couldn't care less like chronic depression
check your posture, sharpen your weapon this is hip-hop 1-0-1
not now that's what I call music kids bob version one
on the head I can nail it like the cross needed for a Jesus resurrection
to explain to the lost that hip hop like all art is based on freedom of expression
it gets old trying to explain
and goes no where like society today

That was dope. I wrote verse to this but I cant post it. We another site

b##g

I cant even say b#ngs on hear LMAO ok

They want Family friendly vibes... But my family dysfunctional
What u know about having yo bike stolen from yo own Uncle?
Every time I hear NEPHEWWWWW... I know it nothing but trouble
Or how about my brother he introduced me to a b#ng
I was a little dude getting faded to DMX... counting how many chicks he had in song
Haven’t hit puberty but I got BLACK-OUT lungs
I can't talk about my Pop I haven't seen that dude
He say he was getting us something to eat and still haven't came back with food
That was over 10 years ago so if u see tell I say F U dude!
And my Momma well she reason why I got this foul mouf
But I used it to spit barz instead of cussing yall out
And i got beef her just other day she tried to kick me out
Family friendly vibes nah hommie... it doesn't exist
Every since Cane killed Able this world been curse b##ch!

I'm not rippin' apart fellows, I'm kickin' some art, hello
I say cause i'm nice, no mission to spark rellos
sober as the angel flickin' a harp, red roses
in the meadow I frolic in skippin' on marshmallows
G rated cartoons, it's Saturday morning
fruit snacks and cereal, dad's happily snoring
no banging or set tripping, no slangin' in said buildings
just male christian pastors hanging with deaf children
always been easy to lay and go to sleep, never prayed to hope and plea
for better days i'd hope to see, no reason to express pain through poetry
never stepped in a psyche ward or watched her O.D.
walked down dope infested streets seeing zombies in 3D
for the world is butterflies floating in peace alone
but i guess when it comes to coping to each his own

When it come to rap ish i gotta do me
This is for all my dudes grew up on that government cheese
Catching fade in the middle of streetz
Aint no name brand, Im still wearing Khakis and White T
Only certain dudes can relate
The way we was living thuggin was our faith
The set u throwing up can land u next to pearly gates
Learn at early age to never trust Jakes
Hip Hop was always been real
I never once support to kill
But when u hungry u know deal
That means u may feel the steal
Regardless how I feel
Click Clack... hand it all over u know the drill
Gangsta Rap... that what I spit
Been LIT every since fire was discover... I will burn thru yo clique
Like a Brazilian butt lift, my lyrics have u shaking when I rip

I was just thinking the state of Rap Music

... Lyricism is lacking out of these dudes mouf
Some rappers mumble bull ish and others put out garage that pollute the crowd
I'm astound... No originally when come to ladies
They all shaking their donkey and make music promoting creating babies
What ever happened to Hip Hop?
Make me wanna say kick rocks
Sick of this rap ish make wanna listen to R&B, Reggae even Pop
Get shot
With twins Glock
All of sudden they blow up and become suppa Hot
.... Is it culture? Or is it music executives
We got problem when songs are not requested but only selected
Brainwashed... u keep hearing same trash until it accepted
Taking back to cassette tapes that ish get no play and get ejected
I won't support it... I rather see it peel off
Killed off
And I be underground where u get clown... If yo ish soft
Until I'm gone... I'm going to continue to lick shot
Somebody gotta spit fo lil dudes holding cannons on block