Emaprince:
You did well.

awwwwn Thank you sir! I'm only trying. But It sure feels good to be appreciated. I have been roaming the entire Rap battle section since God knows when.... so i kinda know who is who(which means I know you) and I wonder why y'all the real ones allow this amazing section go dry? I guess Im too late

fadal:
money on my mind
kill a nigga for a dime
watch ya time
u niggas cant rhyme
u outta ya mine
thinking u could Bleep with myne
is freezy i get busy like the store owner
mess with me i let the fifth blow ya

TUPAC Fadal

MimiSheWrote:
awwwwn Thank you sir! I'm only trying. But It sure feels good to be appreciated. I have been roaming the entire Rap battle section since God knows when.... so i kinda know who is who(which means I know you) and I wonder why y'all the real ones allow this amazing section go dry? I guess Im too late

Many lyricists don scatter. The section itself isn't that lively anymore.

DriggityDre:

Many lyricists don scatter. The section itself isn't that lively anymore.

I noticed...

I RAP LIKE UM DUM
I RAP LIKE I GOT A GUN
I LIVE IN THE SLUM WHERE U CANT COME
BOY WHERE U FROM
I GOT A 380 IN MY POCKET
AND DOG I WILL CLAP IT
BITCH NIGGAS FEAR ME LIKE BULLYS
AND BOY I DON'T WANNA HEAR UR LIPS MOVE IF IT AINT ABOUT THE MONEY
NIGGAS HUNGRY
THINKING THEY COULD FUK WITH ME
UMMA G
IM SICK IM SICK IM SICK U CAN'T BEAT ME TAKE IT EASY

see y'all should have just let me win that tourney and I'll still be spitting some dope shît on here

Another banger!

Hop in the chatham house and peep
Tinubu ramblin like he's a toddler
He sayin balablu bluhu
we sayin grampa who's forcin ya?
Peter's a full force avalanche
burying Tinubu in a blast of his intellect
buckle up fool, obi's a shoo in
You in? 'bidatti bout to slam 'em on the ceiling
get in. The iragbiji clown's on his last legs
Kick him while he's down let him feel what a Nike is
un.d.ress take off your pampers
piss off you're bonkers, we aint tryna vote for no tata
haba, you ain't the frontrunner lamba
you ain't no lion, Bourdillon llama
you best retreat, obidients guarding the ballot box
tell your area boys to beat it, we come from Alcatraz. .

Yo, my flow'll have you amazed and astonished
I been hot since I copped my first Sega with Sonic
Back in the days, when Shawn Kemp played for the sonics
I rocked the huge jeans and I played the Etonics
You know I blow haze, I be blazing the chronic
It got my mind scrambled like the egg in a omelette
I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise
Me and T like Malcolm and Elijah Muhammad
Me and Swizz like Martin and Jesse
But the fact that I can get assassinated, is starting to stress me
I ain't tryna let the police department arrest me
But I still keep steel tucked under the fresh tee
And I ain't just rapping for my health
So before you diss me, you be betta off clappin' at yourself
Cause I ain't tryna battle on the mic
I have them goons hop out on you like they did Harold at the light

IM ALL ABOUT MY PAPER HOMEY
CANT TELL ME NOTHING HOMEY
NIGGAS TRINA MAKE ME HUNGRY
IM IN THE HOOD GUETTING HIGH
UR IS SUPPRISED
CUZ SHE AINT SEEN A GUY THIS FLY
LIFE IS A BITCH BUT SPOIL HER
BOY I KEEP A BURNER
SHUT UP AND LISTEN CUZ U A LEARNER
MONEY ON MY MIND
IN THE HOOD SELLIN DIMES
MAKE UR BITCH SAY UM FINE

bitch niggas cant mees with me
where my paper all eyes on me
fresh up all in the white tees
love ut bitch if she love me
the game got me rich
im calling girls bitch
yeah um sowoo but i fuk with a couple six
follow me to arizona then all they will see is ur drip
I dont fuk with no five
thiis Big niggers lie tought
talking about u guetting money when the most expensive car in ur guarage is a benzo
freezy stay fresh hoe
and um all about my paper never follow hoes like checks on their front door

LYRICAL BOSS

All you wannabe rappers, who think they flows are so ill, better run off and hide. KID UNDERDOG will hunt ya down and make ya look stupid, after we colide.

I'm the one, KID UNDERDOG, the LYRICAL BOSS. Don't step to me, I got lines you don't cross.

My game is so tight, feels right, you can't fight, but it's winter, I prefer to slay yall in the sunlight.

My rhyme's is the illest, high as a kite, getting fifties, fuckin kitties, suckin titties, get a quickie from that silly bitch named, Rainbow Bright.

I'm good at this shit, getting high off of it, now and for laters, share it all with my DOGS and to hell with all you haters.

I slaughter beats, murder lines and kill every single time. All your lame ass flows die, when I'm spitten these rhyme's.

I'm on that go fast, cutting it up until it bleeds and just looking at a bitch makes em drop to they knees.

Wake up mutha fuckas, it's time to get loose, two fingers in the sky when I'm throwing up my duece.

I drop the beats, don't disrespect me on the block, I may have your bitch fuckin suckin my cock.

I'm KID UNDERDOG, the cream of the crop, all others try, but me, none yall can top, cuz I'm so fuckin fly...

NIGGAZ WANNA BE FRESH LIKE ME
UM ALL FRESH LIKE A GROWING TREE
NIGGAZ SMOKE WEED WITH THE SEED
AND ACT LIKE BEEN GANSTA IS SOMETHING SCARED TO BE
I LOVE MY BITCHES ALWAYS KEEP THEM BY MY SIDE
MESS WITH ME BOA AND U WONT STAY ALIVE
IM IN THE HOOD LOOKING FOR SOME BRAIN
Y U TRYING HARD TO FIGURE OUT Y U IN THIS WORLD LIL MAN THIS LIFE IS A GAME
MY COOP GOT DIAMOND RIMS SO THEY LOOK AT ME FUNNY
BOA U AINT GUETTING NO MONEY

Okay it's bath time, just like a birdie
I cop a foreign (skrrt), I pull off skirting (skrrt!)
Bitch is you worth it, you make me nervous
You rock them Chrome Hearts, you looking nerdy (oh my god)
This ain't no fish n' grits, but this that fishscale
I let little mama be, I keep her good and well
Bitch I'm an OG, I don't play that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'ma let you caption it
Energizer Bunny, you see these carats, ho
I'm Rey Mysterio, my life on HBO
They didn't want me fuk none
Now they want to suck some, and fuk some
A.P ain't gonna cuff 'em, we fuk some
Then we go and do another one (woo-woo-woo
Yeah we go and do another one, son
I got my gun, you better run, run, run
You know I got bread like a croissant, son
I get 'em stuck up for a honey bun, yeah, yeah

I'm a real thug so my rims scrub
No black and milds - The blunt filled up
I got a V-12 sweeter than the female
It feels like intercourse bucklin' the seatbelt
Picture all black down to the shoes man
Brought it from a Don gave his ass two thangs
Know him as the boss I swerve two lanes
Picturing freezy me and money do thangs

They said I do it cause I did it
Well they ain't lying cause I know that you could see it
but its just asahme that you couldn't be it
I know am sayin nothin
but read it and u will find something
Fadal baby am the secong commin
I mean the new beginin
and I pray that I never loose I hope I keep on winin

Yeah
Back pack full of stacks, all the bitches love me.
Dont compare to these rappers im on a different budget.
I aint even gotta practice, never gettin rusty.
No i aint lookin down, but i see no one above me.
The paper bag brown, but dirty green money.
The bank account good, full of clean money.
Fuk chain money, i blow ring money.
I bet that motherfucker never seen the big money.
Magazine money, do a spread on me.
And you could turn your back, but never turn the pigs on me.
Read the not attatched, we got ya Lil Homie.
We need bread homie, or thats ya dead homie.
Im like the Coleone, meet the fukin mob.
I could get ya whacked, or give your ass a job.
freezy F. B., I holla S*I*G.
Coca-Cola classic, Caffine free.

Baby that's right, stay off the payroll
I have niggaz scrapin' the skin off your face
With the same shit that peel the potatoes
I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us
The willpower and the reflexes of Larry Davis
You don't wanna see my block formin'
That's a hundred and one dawgs
And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
We're respected highly
'Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body
Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby
If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra lobby
As soon as you ain't around Jake
You get your ass whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crown snake
And you can tell when I'm shoppin'
'Cause when the mall stampedin' you feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays
I'm a stunner, Fadal blows more cake than birthdays

IM ON THE BLOCK WITH A BURNER
CLICK CLACK LOAD THE GLOCK U INFORMA
BITCHES ON MY DICK LIKE A CRAB MEAT
AS A LIL NIGGA UM MAD CHEAP
WISH I COULD BUY A JORDAN FOR 25 DOLLARS
NIGGERS DO THE DANCE AND ALL I DO IS POP MY COLLAR
U RETARD AMUSE ME
U AINT THE HARDEST OUT NIGGA U CANT CONFUSE ME
NIGGAS TRINA LIKE THE YOUNG GENERAL
U FUK NIGGAS COULDNT COUNT MY DECIMAL
IM RICH BEEN RICH SINCE A BABY
AND LIKE JOEY CRACK FUK U PAY ME
BROTHERS GOING IN THE NAVY
WHILE IM IN ROOM 386 SKITING THEM BABYS
AND BOA DONT U EVER TRYNA PLAY ME
AND FREEZY KNOWN TO STAY WHERE THE KAYS BE
SHOUT OUT TO MY GIRL NAIJADIVA HEY B

Dickie shorts, Bally belt, boxer briefs
Bitch of course this marathon is where you ought to be
Shoppin' sprees spendin' thousands on designer jeans
Exotic women, Mercedes Benzes with bucket seats
Pretty feet, pretty hair that blow in the breeze
It's pretty rare that she meet a nigga as real as me
Especially when she fishin' in this music industry
But luckily she bleeped around and bleeped with me
Surround myself with the finer things
I guess I'm Hollywood 'cause I'm enjoyin' what my grindin' bring
I'm All Money In, dot I-N-C
Minus the major record label time to rise to feet
On every stage I'm givin' everythin' inside of me
But she gon' give it back after the show in the Le Montrose suite
My nigga Rimpee's got a big freak (what's up? Ayy)
Down the hall get crackin' over this beat

I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy
I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy
I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy
Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome boy
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy
And if I hittin the click up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up
Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this over than they gon try say this was fixed up
They gon be like he cheated that's why he beated
I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated
The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say "Put on a beat"
Only the strong pre-vail I know but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel

Paoh! Paoh! pooh ! I blast Ya head with ma flows
Break ya jaw wit ma lyrics,tell ya B*tch wats in ma blow
Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in ma Jeep, don't sleep till dey 6 feet deep
No 'lax' in my lyrics dey jus' potent
Bleep homicide, I'ma ride, keep flexin'
I keep rollin' till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit ma peeps make yeah,they trash ya
Number 1 contenders, I put ya on injured reserve
that's what ya desarve
N*gg8,beef me till ya see ma lyrics sell 20million minimum
Everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum,
I'mm gonna explode and I burn up the road like hummer2 jeep
Grow up in the hood' always say it known bama peeps
PlayB flex around the globe,n*gg8z thinkin' it's stolen
Sumtimes i wanna bust like i'm swollen
Cos i aint like how N*gg8 killin' n*gg8
Wann gotta preach 2 d world like jigga
Understand, the world's in my hand, no question
Some live with this scam, no stunt
PlayB' play back,Bitch play the front
And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck
while i got u you puff in a sack'u suck
Cause yo, I'm about to blast off

We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen

They said "tomorrow is far away", but we don't even believe it
Fuk you, I'm by the sea, I turn on my Cohiba (bye-bye, bye)
I come back from the Netherlands, I increase the GDP
We make the leases and I fuk the prohibited ones, the job, it doesn't pay (never)
Igo, give me the mesh, give me the bay or I break the window
She wants to buy new clothes, she works for us on Vivastreet
What's the point of playing crazy?
We'll come and get you where you live
A phone call, a wad in the envelope
I have enough to take my life away

IM ON THE BLOCK ALL DAY
UM TRINA GET PAID
SOMETIME I BE THINKING ABOUT SLANGIN THAT YAY
NIGGAS HATE ON UR FACE
AND SMILE UP ON UR BACK
MESS WITH ME U GON GET CLAP
I AINT A ASSHOLE BUT I GOT DUMB MINES
AND I AINT A SOLDIER BUT I GOT LONG NINES
U NEED TO DO TIME
CUZ U BOTHERING MY FREEDOM
I GOTTA A ALLOT KILLERS A NIGGER CALLED WISDOM
STAY FRESH
STAY BLESS
DONT TEST
OR UMMA LEAVE MY CUM ON UR BITCH CHEST

Am Back from intergalactic Wars with Stars~
While getting Even Twitter Harassing Odds with Bars,

I Smile Hearin' em Yap abt em Toy Guns, I Flip like a Coin Toss,
So we Hitting Heads and Tails irrespective of where the Coin Drops,

Two of my Niggaz went the Closed Casket Way,
They Victims of Coca Cartels' Prey.



Rusty

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kind of hard bein' Fadal D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the Gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as I breeze, through
Two in the mornin' and the partys still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' til' six in the mornin' (six in the mornin')
So what you wanna do? Shit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what?) we don't love them hoes, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

fadal:
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kind of hard bein' Fadal D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the Gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as I breeze, through
Two in the mornin' and the partys still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' til' six in the mornin' (six in the mornin')
So what you wanna do? Shit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what?) we don't love them hoes, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce of this
Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Fadal the Mosquito 🦟 Bite

Never Think Hard in Free-Styles, this Mcee Hammer-Smith Words that Carry Weights~ now U Under Pressure.
From my Arsenal of Knowledge, am a Hit-Man With These Lines, Wrapped with Tapes~
Punch-Lines are so Raw Imma have this Suckers Censored.

100Barz:


Fadal the Mosquito 🦟 Bite

Never Think Hard in Free-Styles, this Mcee Hammer-Smith Words that Carry Weights~ now U Under Pressure.
From my Arsenal of Knowledge, am a Hit-Man With These Lines, Wrapped with Tapes~
Punch-Lines so Raw I am have this Suckers Censored.

I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy
I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy
I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy
Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome boy
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy
And if I hittin the click up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up
Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this over than they gon try say this was fixed up
They gon be like he cheated that's why he beated
I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated
The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say "Put on a beat"
Only the strong pre-vail I know but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel

I was thinking what i'm gonna rhyme to make this nigg@ cry
and i was told to cut thro his spine and leave him to die
cos my word and verse hits him like a knife and will still kill in the afterlife
i'm in my prime i give birth to rap i don't need a midwife
.
.
lil homie trash really fits into y'all middle name
you should try something else if you want to defeat me in this game
your blow i evaded i couldn't even feel the pain
so just quit as i see you going for disdain

Bars r RADICAL,
Leave ur crews Fed Up, Floored Lames can't Get Up~ like Beggars with his Cap-In-Hands,
Listen, with these disabilities it's sure is Handi-Cap,
Flow starts Tidal-Waves cause my Punches Landing Hard,
I Take Shots at this Lames more than Weddings in Pakistan.

100Barz:
Bars r RADICAL,
Leave ur crews Fed Up, Floored Lames can't Get Up~ like Beggars with his Cap-In-Hands,
Listen, with these disabilities it's sure is Handi-Cap,
Flow starts Tidal-Waves cause my Punches Landing Hard,
I Take Shots at this Lames more than Weddings in Pakistan.

i'll leave you strapped to the electric chair
so you will be shocked from your bones up to your hair
as i deliver my bars like fire burning in air
then make you burn till your body wear and tear