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Earthworm VS Porcelain Rap Battle

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These werent at all directed at eachother, both written at completely different times, i just wanna know whos ya'll think is better

 

 

 

 

My Track

I'm trapped in these walls, fallin' back into blackness

Baack into wackness, barred from the lines that I rap with

In my mind is a passion just askin' to be blasted

Let it breathe, the disease that gets released from my chapped lips

I look past it, I don't have sense I have rashness

Miraculous actions passed in disastrous rations

My rap is a coupe, I soupe it up and I gas it

Pedal to the floor boards, heavy metal music blastin'

But I crash it, it's Russian Roulette and I stack chips

I'm past ripped, hand my soul a pack of them matches

And a lighter, gasoline, a magazine and a gat, clips

And afterwards scatter ashes on my casket

I fear havin' my back lashed and strapped with a black whip

Ask my master for laxness, when he grants it I relax

But I can't quit or stand it, all I hear is the laughin'

My spirit collapses, passes back into blackness

 

I'll leave ya bleedin' and screamin, pleadin' and askin' what happened

Gasp for breath, slash ya chest, grab ya neck and just snap it

Serrated blade in the jacket, razors made to be jagged

Telepathic ever since Hellen Keller was splashin'

The aftermath of this psychopath's wrath is detachment

Severed heads in the mattress, cats slit wrists in the bathtub

A lonely sociopath, a killer like Zodiac

You'd have to be a maniac to actually hold me back

Like kids that flash black Macs in the street for reaction

Havin' flashbacks from droppin' to much battery acid

They just actors enraptured, just dramatic and captured

The limelight to rhyme tight, I'll 'spine write' and spit backwards/'back words'

My raps are artifacts make heart attacks so I'm claspin'

My chest, it's hard to grasp when red sheds and I'm gaspin'

My brain just bled to death so all that I'm askin'

Is for freedom from these walls, I fall back into blackness

 

I'm trapped in these walls, fallin' back into blackness

I'm strapped with a magnum, it's my tongue and it lashes

Like the sermons of clergymen whether Catholic or Baptist

They don't bless, they molest, it's messed up but it happens

The verbal assassin that attacks with a madness

Murderin' Fascists, hittin' birds when they flappin'

It's just rappin' that sticks to the words that I plaster

It's magic, don't ask which/witch craft did I master

Your ass'll get smashed with an axe stashed in the attic

I'm addict attracted to grabbin' asses and havin'

Erratic actions, like slappin' Rick and jackin' his crack with

Dave Chappelle raisin' hell with bad kids like the Jacksons

I might blow in the microphone for the crackle and static (pssssh)

That's the reaction of my Prozac when I snack it

My brain waves are clashin', playin' games and I'm whackin

Off, and my dick spits, coughs, and yaks in a napkin

 

 

 

Porcelains Track

Its tha marksmann armed wit bars that scarr from yards in

Fouled mouth Latino the Darkk skin Cartmann

Startling frauds, Skin ‘em for probable cause

Spit and I topple the gods, gimme applause, when my part starts to resolve

Hearts’ll dissolve because my love’s acidic

I’m urgin a bum to mimmick this surgical tongue precision I’ll burn him for fuckin with it

Your sternum gets punched in and it’s crushed to ribbons, I snuff these timid

Thugs in denim with tons of gimmicks of drugs & women, I’m done beginning

I hunt for limits and I snipe ‘em

Hung Mother Nature, from the family tree, now Father time thinks I don’t like him

Let’s try some Isometric points of view

Why do decrepit boys like you lie and profess their flow’s improved?

When I be rippin’ it better than any of you can – regularly

So, why don’t you just give up? Cause most of y’all niggas will never get better than me

I’m indedbted to these cats like QN5 that set examples

With original flows, over these digital lows and snare samples

There’s ample proof, we’re hard to take

It’s evident when cats tremble in our presence like epileptics doing the harlem shake

Your ART is fake, and it’s troubling, yo

There’s kids who think the underground just started with Company Flow

Now we’re stuck with these shows, With 14-year olds and poser herbs

Claiming their emcees, dropping their fumbled attempts at spoken word

Who don’t deserve the recognition, but they’ll take it

Cause when you had the chance and you didn’t say shit… you embraced it

It’s a basic truth, The Plague’s the crew

We’re that anxious group of tasteless dudes that come to your show and can’t wait to boo

Cause you overdo it, you feel me yet?

Rocking a doorag with a headband and a cap that was fitted for Timmy’s head

You silly bitches, it’s time for the detox

Copycat rappers act like you got stock options at Xerox

You’re shocked like you never planned to get caught

Ignorant dick, don’t know if Neptunes a planet or not

Faggots! You’re hot under the collar like catholic fathers with they hands on their cocks

Asking a kid if he’s a fan of the rock/I demand that you watch me

Dismantle your block. See, I can’t ever stop because man never thought

That he would develop a gift that would give him an understanding as he was taught

We’ve amassed the assault, leave your ashes dissolved from burning

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dude record some shit...link us to it then we will decide, fools can write but it doesnt mean they can rock mics

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See I don't understand why nigga's act this hard

Some niggas is "BALLLLIN" with the practice squad

They don't holla at'cha mans

Cause nigga hit and run like Carmelo, I'm assumin' they in La-La Land

I'm talking BLOCKA, man! 10 deep in that DollaVan

And won't leave until you Aqua, man

I done seen it all, done it all- what they gon' tell dude?

Once you try to marry the game, they Sean Bell you

Rather you in Bellview, cops wanna derail dude

Like Jenny Aniston up in that hotel room

One man chain gang, bitches wanna know what's his AIM name

Niggas wanna see about his aim game

All this yappin’ about holdin' M's

Get ya weight up, you lookin' like the Olsen twins

A bunch of vague ass niggas, I'm WAY past niggas

Treat me like a Prince, Morris Day ass niggas

Hundred miles and runnin', duckin' a court summons

Albums? Just one in!; Livin' like Mr. Drummond

Nigga's gon' learn about puttin' me in they speech

When every dead president they own'll be impeached

(Even) J.C. murder rate'll be increased

Throw a nice suit on 'em, and let 'em be in peace, geez

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what the fuck is this bullshit.

i deserve a thread? damn.... well this is how it ended.

 

nicley done, ill give you that, but leave the vote up to the "graffers"

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just got this PM

not saying who cuz i aint a snitch but read it and weep faggit

 

 

 

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Nice lyrics dude, that dude porcelain is whack. I can't imagine that stuff he wrote possibly sounding good or having any flow. It sounds like fifth graders poetry... Dang kinda inspired me to write again, I haven't written flows in a while. You gotta link to some of your music?

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dude record some shit...link us to it then we will decide, fools can write but it doesnt mean they can rock mics

 

yeah record them at this phone number:

 

206-279-2655

 

then we can all listen to them on fuckyeah.org

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as someone who has produced a lot of hip hop/rap tracks , Ill say this whith 100% authoity

 

 

INTERNET RAP BATTLES ARE THE LAMEST SHIT IN THE WORLD

 

 

 

they dont even have anything to do with how well you WRITE, much less your raPPING

 

you cant tell how on beat those words would be, and almost always internet raps are nothing more than 6th grade level poetry as far as cadence and structure are concerned.

 

 

Record is and its a battle, otherwise your wasting everyones time and fooling yourself thinking this proves how well you write.

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she can make it clap like a standin' ovation

spin like my record at the radio station

feel the sensation, i put it right there

they be like "Luda!", i be like "yeaahhh!",

you like it like that, dont'cha baby

the flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy

i stroke so good, like Tiger Woods

and i "ROOWW" -- like a tiger would

my livelihood, is not Hollywood

im still southside Atlanta, thats a lively hood

a circus, big top, like Ringling Brothers

if you wanna learn something, bring ya mother

sit back and observe, invite some friends

we can mix it all up, like juice and gin

Felli on the celly with a couple of twins

cuz tonight, damn right, we gonna do it again

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See I don't understand why nigga's act this hard

Some niggas is "BALLLLIN" with the practice squad

They don't holla at'cha mans

Cause nigga hit and run like Carmelo, I'm assumin' they in La-La Land

 

A bunch of vague ass niggas, I'm WAY past niggas

Treat me like a Prince, Morris Day ass niggas

\

arent you white?

 

 

like in ur pic you had a beard on, but I swore you were white...

 

 

 

Im not starting shit, but if you spit that ryme in any cypher Ive witnessed there would be big propblems

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im saying the same thing.im not behind it

im against it

 

yeah you didnt even post your own ryme

 

 

you win

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the juggernaut nautilus is causin us to toss it up, bosanova casanova with my tuna caserole, grab the bowl to splash your throw up, hold up, intrinsic parabolas of axion doppler shifts, we on some peach cobbler shit, crossdress to offset that oscar bitch, mayorial elections approximate cordial erections, boring holes in sections when the disection of the dyslexic dialysis is complete, compete, come pete & pete from nickelodeon, i need more nickels to od on, nah make that a dime bag so my rhymes can unwind minds with sublime crafts, mascara makeup, pangea breaks up, hold on to that pole i wanna see that booty shake slut, nanotech bypass quantum chromodynamincs of external tortoise fibulators, castrators and masturbators regenerate generators, kelly slater, get off your surfboard get on the internet so you can surf whores, cobblestone zoot-suit paleontologists in coupe devilles throw a coup d'etat, enzymatic asiatic lazy addicts, maniacs bitch

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HAIKU, BITCHES

RUNNING SHIT

 

Fallen sick on a journey,

In dreams I run wildly

Over a withered moor.

 

An old pond!

A frog jumps in-

The sound of water.

 

The first soft snow!

Enough to bend the leaves

Of the jonquil low.

 

In the cicada's cry

No sign can foretell

How soon it must die.

 

No one travels

Along this way but I,

This autumn evening.

 

In all the rains of May

there is one thing not hidden -

the bridge at Seta Bay.

 

The years first day

thoughts and loneliness;

the autumn dusk is here.

 

Clouds appear

and bring to men a chance to rest

from looking at the moon.

 

Harvest moon:

around the pond I wander

and the night is gone.

 

Poverty's child -

he starts to grind the rice,

and gazes at the moon.

 

No blossoms and no moon,

and he is drinking sake

all alone!

 

Won't you come and see

loneliness? Just one leaf

from the kiri tree.

 

Temple bells die out.

The fragrant blossoms remain.

A perfect evening!

 

At the over-matured sushi,

The Master

Is full of regret.

 

Pressing Sushi;

After a while,

A lonely feeling

 

A whale!

Down it goes, and more and more

up goes its tail!

 

Covered with the flowers,

Instantly I'd like to die

In this dream of ours!

 

No sky

no earth - but still

snowflakes fall

 

In my old home

which I forsook, the cherries

are in bloom.

 

A giant firefly:

that way, this way, that way, this -

and it passes by.

 

Right at my feet -

and when did you get here,

snail?

 

My grumbling wife -

if only she were here!

This moon tonight...

 

A lovely thing to see:

through the paper window's hole,

the Galaxy.

 

A man, just one -

also a fly, just one -

in the huge drawing room.

 

A sudden shower falls -

and naked I am riding

on a naked horse!

 

I kill an ant

and realize my three children

have been watching.

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yeah record them at this phone number:

 

206-279-2655

 

then we can all listen to them on fuckyeah.org

 

wow there is some pretty strange shit on this site...

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