I takes no off-ense/
from these "pro-phet"/
"God" MCs who screwed loose, heads a little bit off-set/
no com-ment/
bout your far fetched/
con-tent/
other than from these Dick riding deaf delinquents that cant even spar yet/
Best reach for the stars breh/
Cause im fixin to tar-nish/
Any being, entity or team with a brief install-ment/
Of this heat, sent strait from hades/
You stay strait spittin saline/
You salty sucker you chasing this dream, but you strait failing/
Man you bailing on the rail/
I see your "grind" is stoupid stale/
Say you prevail?/
MCs go pale?/
I know your "shytt", you pooping L's/
While im well-/
Known, to smell-/
Clones, cop money for they pelts/
I skin these guys, then tan they hides, how many? Man I couldnt tell/

Im packed with flows for days/
forty days/
and forty nights till I closed the reign/
but in my book that starts with "holy", Moses wasn't chose to stay/
I leaves no niggas breathin on my "Flows for Rank"/
I close the gate/
Stoke the flame/
And dose the lame/
With sedatives that make them slow in rate/
All they can really do is sit and pose for frames/
While im 'laxing in my bedroom composin words of blade/

So be careful son/
This papers rough/
This paper cuts/
Like a sabers touch/
You think of sneaking up/
Think you brave enough?/
I already mutilated you like cattle, so I dont think you contain the guts/
And you got bread 'Dough Boy'? Bet ill have you braided up/
Put you in the oven, you wont get famous, but ill have you 'raising up'/
Yeah, you was on the rise, but then got ated up/
So thats word to your mama that you a basic son/
Cant even make the cut/
Man im pound for pound the greatest one/
Wont even last one round with this abrasive gun/
Im chrome plated up/
Let me say this son/
You cant buy skill, so aint no use in savin up/

END

Lemme know how im doing anybody. I think ive gotten better than I used to be with this battle rap. Gimme some feedback or tips.

Ooo damn...
his swordsmanship makes up for his poor sportsmanship/ hes known to showboat, too a poorsport, victories make sure they worship him/ Your chances resemble the ozone... Super thin/ so you must need dry ice for the heat you're swimming in/
Really kid...

They mostly call me master cause I keep this on lock/ dont get me wrong, im also skilled with a swift karate chop/ Im leaving bodies dropped, all promises stopped/ that I wouldnt hurt a 'fly' cause thats the title you've copped/ But I can see it in your eyes that you're just fake like a prop/ While I stay sitting center stage waiting for curtains to drop/ bowing, pickin out my teeth cause you was corn on the cob/ But you aint even kinda tough so I dont even need floss/

The way im slangin rhymes, youd swear im slangin crack
Cause I be stimulating, like kim Kardashians rack
bruh spines I break, thats a snap back
So you can call me bane, you bein Batman

Bleh

mikuz:

Lol . . Just saw this . .


I'm beating this g.,ay now/ my punchlines be leaving his face down/
He hacks with what? . . this fo,.ol will 'see saw' . . If only he visits a playground!/

See, now im having fun on here. Thanks for the reply!

Leggo...

ill drop you like a stock for hostess, my flows a rock i stone this, this shiit is biblical but... nothing like moses

and im like contents under pressure, your rap is match, im explodin, its over, like you are not driving sober, want the keys, give you them no problem... now watch you flip this whole car over

and im cheddar jack, thats no cash, you got my girl? nigga have that, cause i had that, but those are irrelevant stats, but enjoy your sloppy seconds man

i got that flow that make your parents say you were an orphan, cause now im stormin your safe haven by sittin on porches, in the mornin plannin to horse shiit on your george forman...

which you must think you grillin me with, but im made for that shiit, like a slick tire on the track... nigga you know i got grip,

hello there novice, thats so nice, tell me why i got grip and you dont... callin you 'no vice'! im itchin to win, swear i got head lice, i dont want them gone, im scratchin your surface, even though theres a high price...

... to pay, im lead in this play, call me puck, disobeying you oberon, like king of burgers, ill have it my way,

you're like a twitter account with no avi... i dont follow, just swallow, this hottie rhyme, in a new style, that no one can borrow, i stop flows, like hair caught in a drain... and you aint got no draino, no braino, im laughin like captain insano, cause im too wet... even bobby boucher would say so!

and soon ill be leadin, these non-believers, these heathens, knockin you up with lyrical cemen... and thats IT, so just call me stephen

Lemme tell yall somethin...

Quick to hack with saw, crackin a jaw, back for a brawl, jump right back up until i make these titans fall

im the dirty stall, cuz im the shyt, its one for all, no, all for one, man im kickin bums, this games my hall...

...of fame, put shame to you, like you fornicaite, im GOD so we play my way, you dazed cause im medical blaze, laced, all in your brain, you okay?

ur like a warrior with you mace, misplaced, before your race, is bout to be discraced, by a sacred face of evil taste, thats me... taking the governments place

call it over, thats new world order, its actually a deluxe pizza, and this biitch HUGE!... but you cant afford her, even this clover can give you no luck after i drop this morter

and king's who? he who? leaf loose? what the fucc is a mikuz? he flew, but i wing shoot, he's a walk now, and if i have to i will shoot off his feet too, please dude, ima chief you, you need to, learn some new style, cuase compared you, its like im dressed sharper than each tool

aced all you classes, quaked the earth, no i grabbed it, shook it up, then i smacked it, out the ball park... bet i can catch it, maybe ill choke up like i was rabbit, but if i recall in the end, mathers had it

and just cause ya'll cant fucc with a king, dont mean you shouldnt try, look at me, callin this guy, mik-who? down for a ride... but really he cant fucc with me... he couldnt make it past halftime

ojoawo:

Caught the eye

Thanks

this is the real dating/ and im lovin my baby/ she be my real lady/ she aint even playin/ she all i need, maybe/ shes fuuckin amazing

its over... that green light/
...im not feelin right/
blow me over like a leaf blower...im tryna kill the nights/
from my mind, but i cant find/
... those right lines/
ima sober goer, i fight crime, that clover-clover, that bytch lied/

and you slide out, but i want you back... girl i need you/
its all doubt that i had the last... i couldnt read you/
but i know you now... your a bytch for that/
bullshiit, whack, excuse that i knew cant explain why i feel sad/

cuz id ride for you/
die for you/
id ask my dad if i could ride with you/
im doin things that i never thought i would/
but id try for you, like im doing for you/
but no quits... im through giving up cuz i bruise/
no quits/
this is it/
girl i wish/
we will kiss/
cuz thats bliss/

(x3)
In the end ill be fresh in a hurse/
fullfillment and quench of my thirst/
thats why im always writing a verse/
never end, she pretend that im hers/
{END}

Any feedback? I love critisism

-DSuperT

Hey, tell ,e what yall think of this song i recorded. Ill release the audio once i finish my mixtape. Its called 'Bedroom'
It may sound like its just about a girl towards the end but really its just a song explaining how i began rapping and why i am the way i am. And theres some deeper things as well.

So here we go...

Another night in my bedroom/
That red light, and no shrooms, but i know the truth/
im dead tonight, call it fright night, on a witches broom/
im headed to my doom, i aint got a crew, cept one or two, of them fake friends, and i pay their dues, like i was a jew/ but they dont believe...

im d-ray and i am part of holy trinity/
so crucify me and see if i wake up in three/
thats sunday, cracked from an egg, then monday, i go back to sleep/

cuz i been here... for eternity/
theres no turnin me/
cuz im bout... common courtisy/
so why dont you just stop hurtin me/
man im burnin... like the furnace heat/
you gotta have a third degree for grief/
you cant hear when i speak, but i lead, man i bleed, with no sleeve, and i sleep just to turn the keys/

hear me please... cuz i know the Ts/
and im searchin... for an order, trees/
with no fruit... but you smell the breeze/
and im stallin... im a lazy teen/
got dreams and im makin em reality/
im so mean... and im angering/
help me... help me/

if i wanted to sing/ id already be king/ im so master - ring/ call it a fetish for rings/ they dont see what i bring/ and my girl be a spring/ back to life, no need to fight, man im tired of wings...

cause i cant even fly, and if i will try, man ill feel the sting/

endin my life... would be an option/
the sub shed some light... so i feel like i done lost it/
kill me tonight... [No] cause i gotta try this/
love me despite, the fact that i lost it, but what is it costin?!/

Dont pay me/ i dont wanna be lazy/ i dont wanna be grazing/ gotta start aiming/ for my own no flaming... walls and some balls, thats territory claiming/ [next post]

I got them sleepin
when i am preachin
all of these demons
fuucc your life up like cemen
im always schemin
keep you from breathing
like the seasons
why dont they listen
because im heathen
they call me creton
i stay eatin
these souls in prison

Look at all of this blatance, ill make it, i get famous/ for sayin, fuucc the prayin, cuz either way gods slayin/ so im racin, for the top of the nation/ leave me be when im tasting/ soon youll feel that im reinin

Im always keepin it true/ wrightin everyday with no clue/ as what i really wanna do/ cept make the fakes look like fools/ ima mystery... scooby-doo/ and my collars gettin so loose/ dont gotta mumble, i say what i wanna, so the money will stick like glue

DSuperT

Angels

I feel sorry for the niggas who dont rhyme right/ but i hit em from the blind side, and its timed right/ to the milli second, spit the freshest, with no lime light/ spittin night lights, i have them niggas goin night night/

I got that emphathy, for my enemies, they pray to lords for them angels/ but aint no messin with me, from that almighty, i murk you in every angle/ your lifes lessening, so you better be, revising all of your fables/ stop tempting me, im life threatening, like a baby fuckin with mic cables/

Im headed for dollar signs/ i break it down like low rides/ you sleepin on all your sides/ best be sleepin with that one eye/ i got triangles killin you guys/ have you cryin wolf... and thats no lie/

I keep it strait like tube socks, and im true stop, and im loose dog/ tight noose, yall boost off/ thats redbull, like cocaine, i am a fool, i got no brain

Ran out of time lol Peace. Tell me what you think

Stop... hold up, wait a minute, are you feelin this?/ SuperT up in it, killin niggas, niipple pinchin your bytch/ you a slave, this is my whip/ i leave you broke and blue, call you crip/ slit wrists, and you leavin it, cause im emo on the beat... cut it quick

Before School Punchline: Think before you knock nigga, i aint no joke

They must think i lost it/ Lyrically bossin without flaussin, no pausin/ i aint no possum, no hiding, i be too awesome, slob my johnson/ spit jet flames like a Ronson/

Callin me the shyt, so you swear im on the toilet/ saggin my pants, walkin slow, cause im enjoyin this/ cause im 16, lean flow, see green, drinkin poison/ profanity killin em by the minute, call that tock-sins/

im on that rock shyt/ nigga whats cookin? just some ramen with these commons/ same style, so i give no pardons, when i starve em, after i harm em/

you hear this? need a Q-Tip, not talkin a tribe called quest/ Give it a rest, your not close to best, thats me, ur old shyt, and thats no bet/ ima threat, a slow burning cigarette, cant ash me out cause i make death/ on deck, i play to wreck, my friend/

Got that combonation flow, so you know i got the game on lock/ reap what you sew, and i sew all you freaks, i leach the beat, better know ill never stop/ unexplained, like cattle mutilation, unidentified air crafts, you know i got this spot, spit so scary, like im larry, molest the beat, i eat pork n beans, man, fucc the cops

dj5naira:

Impressive.

Thanks homie

Okay so im working on a mixtape and im working on my 4th full song. I gotta killer flow.. fast, medium, slow, tongue twisted [occasional]. Just tell me what yall think of the intro to this song im working on. Its currently hookless

*To a trap beat called Magnum by gLAdiator*

Top of this hill, no fight, cuz im already king/ got prices, above my head, cause they got spite, cause my flow be so mean/ but im nice, when it comes to the team/ punkin niggas, with my teeth, na mean?/ ima beast/ like Tyson wanna bite, like a mofuccin zombie in the mofuccin ring/

Alright/ Like operation im buzzin, wanna competition, but nobody bringing nothin/ i be on a roll, cuz im flowin like the busses/ wanna marry the game, cuz i am fuccin lovin/ crushin you busters, there aint no runnin/ im about to wreck... cuz it aint even funny/ how i be, stunnin. you dummies. i dont even have to have the mofuccin money/ but im comin/

like

sit boy, you a bytch boy/ gun flow, you know i recoil/ spittin rounds, givin outer termoil/ blastin all of these fake boys/ man im goin in, like sxx toys/ yall just noise, and i kill noise/ better watch your back, i dont feel for ya, im comin in like fake horses, thats Troy

Im murderin yall, ima fugitive, and im on the run like the feds watchin/ i cant stop, gotta crank my body/ like jason. fuccin flow, now progressive want me/


Well thats what i got so far... so far its a fast rap, i plan on slowin it down so i can fluctuate and make it entertaining. Tell me what you think! Id appreciete it

The Vent:

Paradox, givin cold feet, need three pairs of socks, try to get back inside the box, but forbidden fruits got that shyt blocked, so i am forever lost, im like gone, and my stocks are dropped, so i pick this pick this bic pen up and try to kill myself like Pac

Try to leave like makeveli, try to give my heart but it is empty, so when satan opens the gates he'll be angry when i am venting, cause hes got plenty, and im the one that got away, yes he'll be mad he never met me, ill be drifting with no bently, while hes molesting all his renties,

its tempting, cause im lefty, and these righties got the best things, im loosley screwing my endings, ill be dead like i am ready to be resting, but im lifting trying to get hefty, dont get any bigger, yet im lessening, measuring, my life span, got two weeks but i aint done anything

And none of these niggas wanna fucc with me, cause im not right inside my mental, only a couple of girls will be touchin me, when i make it big, cause i hate those rentals, wanna keep what i got, stay in my spot, dont pick em off cause i burn those petals, never won so you know i got no metals

And in life all we do is try to change back,
Movin forward but he knows we lack,
power in the back of this world thats just a class,
We leave it at that, cause truth is we are at, the start of this match,
Going round about... paradox, truth is we are back....

everyday

Rap maestro: i no get airtime on ma phone o

Lol wow

Somebody battle me... Ill be waiting. Just call me out here

Callin all you niggas Malboro... cuz im boudda smoke you...

I gotta...

green eye, seein you knee high, cuz im stackin flows to the sky, when i jump off i could sky dive, while you sittin there rollin dice, and you crappin out every time, im guessin the right number every try, you optimistic im prime

And I...

be killin intensely, messin with me makin me flow so sweet, givin these children cavities, battling... and im mastering, lyrical martial arts, heavenly, measuring how bad im deafening, these kids.. turn down those headphones G

Geez...

you droppin jaws, while when i flow i am lockin jaws, killin em like light when the vampires mob, so you know im like a thompson... sprayin em all, lyricism got em fizzin like magnesium and acid, burnin faces off cuz you too slow... you a sloth

Dont...

even try to step, your games already a mess, im complex, im the game of chess, take a rest, you need a breather........ they dont ask whats wrong, cuz they know, they dont guess, you aint even a test,

and i know its too hard to say so ima give you my number so you can text... that yes... i am the best

*Ashes all you out*

If you heard me flow it... you wouldnt even be talking about it... you obviously read it wrong.

Mr Anonymous:
If you were doing an audio freestyle would you stop to tell them that they are in separate stanzas?

i wouldnt have to because the first part of the stanza shows the begining of a new rhyme scheme. Itd be obvious that hill from the previous stanza didnt go with the hill in the next stanza.

Mr Anonymous:
Rhyming hill with hill?

Theyre obviously in seperate stanzaz. They arent rhymes. And just to get technical... you cant rhyme a word with itself.

Hm they were in seperate stanzas fool. Those didnt go together.

im 16 and angry, that these niggas is playing, on that 8-bit gaming, and said to be flaming, im just saying, i spit gold and turn it gang green, cuz im cash for gold, but you trading...

lyrics...

like they was some yu gi oh cards, you just some bottle rockets, im sids Big One, TO MARS! im leaving you a crater hater, combat carl TO STARS! while im sittin here on my throne cuz im the king of the bars

Now you dont wanna hear this, but you like hellen keller, you feel this, ima witness to my sick shyt, like jahovas little bytches, realist, no fiction, this rhyme is hot bytch, you get no digits, and im winnin... wait hol up... you must be trippin, if you say that im not the illest

Im that new style battle rap... out with you old niggas. Feel this reign? yup... word play.

look out for me!

Im gone

Im hella down! I just wanna murder!

I finished the deal, so i am healed with an un-richeous pill, put my beef on the plate, and i finish the meal

All i do is kill, with this skill, simplistic, but believe this is real, im so damn ill that they quarantine this hill

And im king, king of this hill, no falling, while i am mauling this kids who have no hauntings, im prolly, the one who smartly, making you guys hardly a party, you aint shyt, all your doin is farting

Cold like dry ice, think twice about messin with me , im nice, like thrice times ive diced these nigga, put em in the pan and sizzled em for tonights dinner, ima winner, the purist sinner on the paint thinner, loopy and got no groupies, you couldnt copy me with a 3d printer,

you couldnt hang with a noose tied around your neck, you wonderin how im flowing, homie i be on deck, put you in check, thinkin you be the best when truth is you needa take a rest, for a scare you, thats cardiac arrest, leavin you stung like wasp nests,

but im not even thrilled, you killed, thats blood spilled, im so trill, like a 10 piece deal, at kfc when im smokin the bills,

thats green, so you envy the scene, so you scream at the TV screen, cuz im seen cuz im on that team, im so mean, like demon, i eat, even the king and the queen,

so makin a threat, would not be the best, im on a quest for the rep, determination is met, so you know i be wet, hoopin the lyrics, swishin the net,

And ima different style, think deeper before you smile, and thinkin that you have won before writing a dumb dog pile, im beast like... im high... is this shyt vinal? i guess ill smile... what?

Fucc your flow, lights off, fucc my flow with the lights on, if you turn to my shyt, its the right song, you cant change that bytch, or ya lifes gone, ima life line, like grama, and that life alert, cuz you do fall, and im so ill, nigga terminal, and you aint shyt, nigga urinal, and ima hooper on the beat, cuz i do ball, and im murderin yall, no close calls, best move on, if you comin to brawl, cuz im so done, smokin you, pall mall... man you so flawed... and im so gone... thats game on!

Haha mess with me(: