Earthworm Jim Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fat ralphy Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 dude record some shit...link us to it then we will decide, fools can write but it doesnt mean they can rock mics Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sleeping Pills Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 i'm not reading those cause they're way too long. so i vote that this should be be determined by your names. right now i'm undecided. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IrishCarBombs Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Earthworm Jim Posted October 12, 2007 Author Share Posted October 12, 2007 just got this PM not saying who cuz i aint a snitch but read it and weep faggit xxxxxxxxxx Junior Member Posts: xxx Join Date: xxxxx Status: Online Default Music - Today, 07:12 AM 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? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
seeking Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 porclean Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 how you ganna compare some emo ass shit to some old fashion hip hop Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreSixO Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Porcelain Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 im saying the same thing.im not behind it im against it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theo Huxtable. Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreSixO Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreSixO Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 im saying the same thing.im not behind it im against it yeah you didnt even post your own ryme you win Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theo Huxtable. Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JustinTimberlake Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 audible, these need to be audible. a twelveoz rapathon sounds pretty awesome actually, damn yo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
En Sabah Nur Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 from the first few lines, before i stopped reading, porcelain, by far. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iloveboxcars Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 agreed en sabah nur. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Earthworm Jim Posted October 12, 2007 Author Share Posted October 12, 2007 i forgot "gangsta" shit and kanye west is good music to all of ya'll, fuck this thread Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iloveboxcars Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 actually i dont want to discuss it with you **edit Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CILONE/SK Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushawn wuan Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 YO NIGGA NIGGA UH HERE I GO NIGGA Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tr808 Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 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... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.Maker Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 RABBIT.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GamblersGrin Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 this thread is mighty-caucasian worthy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tango 24 Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 wow net rap battles gheeyyyy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GLIK$ Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 you guys have the biggest backpacks ive ever seen. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fat ralphy Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 thats so they can follow me to the aesop rock show......anybody out here in the bay that wants to get down on tracks hit me up, seriously Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
T4M* Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 I RIP WHEN I RHYME I RHYME WHEN I RIP THIS IS THE WAY DYLAN SPITS! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deloner Posted October 12, 2007 Share Posted October 12, 2007 http://www.myspace.com/madrapa1 you dudes aint got shit on this dude. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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