Freestyle Rap Battle!

[Bolteh2]

choke choke choke choke choke choke
that's what you're gonna do when i give you a poke
word

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

What? I'll take da bait on bein called a hipocrit/
But don't hate on me boy, for spittin dat gudda shyt/
Get yah wig split homie, talkin bout my glasses like they bifocals/
When the only time you spit hard is wit a d*** in your vocals/
I got my shyt distributed local, And what i speak is real/
And you can critic all you want but who's the one with the record deal?/
Who's ready to make your brain spill, and i don't lie by dat/
And you can set rules and regulations, but i won't oby by that/
Your House? We gone ride by that with da gang guns out/
Put holes in your crib untill the thangs run out/
But make sure we have you on the news with your remains all out/
White boi come and get it we'll snatch yah chains and run out/
Find out what I'm Really about, 808 Hallifax Street/
Quit hidin behind the net, step out and accept defeat/
Cuz i swing a train when i rumble, leave yah head by your feet/
And have your body chalked up, marked all on da concrete/

Naw lemme step it up, VA needs to rep it up/
And once we drop O.P's body, best believe we aint lettin up/
Sayin Idle threats dont phase him, and how we should praise him/
And sayin he better than ice, that's like sayin Jesus raised him/

Now, Lemme be on the real and spit a "g" shyt/
I've recorded in a studio, got signed, so where you at b****?/
Yeah yall can talk, but dat don't mean nuttin/
Takin 30 minutes to come up with jokes like you on Def Jam or suttin/
It's proven, that none of yall will last in the streets/
So like luda said, stay off the T.I.P of my MEAT!

 

[Dask]

Relax homie, don't dish it if you can't take it,
Opti was being generous when he said you're a hypocrite
You're taking this so serious, it's starting to get conspicuous
The fact that you think we're scaring you is plain ****ing rediculous
You're going for something you can't reach, like presents on the top shelf
At first this was out of pity, but damn you brought this upon yourself
Pick yourself up that last rap was a wreck
Stop pretending like you're gonna show up on our deck
Everyone here knows you're not rockin a glock
We all know you're not gonna come and pull drive by's by the flock
So what's the point of respect here? Thinking ya hot?
Hell you're still just a kid still got a nose full a' snot
You don't know where opti lives? Think before you speak foo
what you gon do? shoot up all of waterloo?
so desperate to rhyme, you're startin to sound crazy and spastic
You say you're packin a piece but that ****'s made out of plastic
You're trying to act street, if that's so I hope you have affiliation
I got a pocket knife, hell I'll shank you cs style "HUMILIATION"

 

[Hitokiri]

I see the two of you are duelin', and I guess that's okay
I'll smack you both up like a beamwhore and then get my ass on my way

Ice you're an Oreo dawg, and hey I don't need to shout
For peeps to know you're white on the in, though you may be black on the out
Tote your chrome, adjust your specs, try your best to look mean
Actin' all like you're dark chocolate; boy you're cookies n' cream.
Wanna top this rhyme brah? Well keep on livin' the dream.
It ain't my fault my rap assault rips so hard off the seam.

It's true you got a deal, but I ain't feelin' your hype
A walkin', talkin', hip-hoppin', rap stereotype?
Now I'll battle you here dawg, just don't catch me on Skype.
Cause I'd be laughin' my ass off 'till my fingers can't type.

Don't take my lyrics too serious, you know it's all in good fun
But I got three rivals left, and son I don't think you're one
I know you got your boys in 3rd Ward, Pink Oaks, SGU
But just cause your connections is gangsta? Don't mean your rhymes are too.
Cause you're good homey; and hey, you got my respect
But when it comes to battles dawg I always aim for the neck
Cause there's a lotta fools up here that need their egos in check,
So I shuffle my rhymes here; deal'em out like cards from a deck
Now I'mma give you a sec, to get to cleanin' this wreck,
While I go and joke on Opti like the donkey in Shrek.

Prime, I bet you think that you got skills, think you're breakin' the mold
Gettin' rhymes combinin' minds with a 14-year-old?
What a joke kid; you really think that that rap'll hold?
Your rhymes are bought by the dime boy; but my beats can't be sold.

You think you're flowin' like a Benz but you're more like Civic
And you can jabber all day, but it don't mean that you're with it
Spittin' words out like turds from a dead epileptic
Dawg, I'll pop you back in your place, like Viagra to a limp stick.

So you come out this far, you think that really means somethin'?
I'll eat your punk ass for breakfast man, chew you up like it's nothin'.
Cause when I start on these rhymes, there's just no hopin' of stoppin'
My lyrics spin lethal, a saw, like flies you'll be droppin'.

Now what's the matter Robo, do my rhymes make you sicken?
Gonna have a heart-attack cause my words is so kickin'?
Like a newborn; but with the eyes of the old
I can see through your corny flows with age's wisdom untold
Cause I'm a lyrical philosopher; a prophet, a poet.
And my beats will have you down-for-the-count; 'fore your ass even knows it.

Cause while you shine your webcam with vanity shots of your head?
My raps keep goin' on, never-endin', and like Kakashi once said:

These eyes can see the future, and son I ain't gone lie
Your future is death; there's no need to try.

And when I talk about flows I ain't talkin' bout snatch
Your battlin' days are over dawg, torched all up like a match
Cause in this game of game's my friend, there's only one plan to hatch:
In-to-win, sucka; ain't no other moral to catch.

Think you got one more verse? One last word for me son?
Cause energon levels are low Prime; stasis lock; you're all done.

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

yall rediculous man, kids tryin to take me on.

Yall aren't even on my level fo real fo real, yall juss rhymin.

Diss aint even freestyles homie, yall plannin yall shyt... and untill you got a whole club... not 3 people... but a whole club bouncin to your music, halla at me.

And when you can actually freestyle FOR REAL! off the head, nuttin written, den i'll acknowledge you.

I already know Hitikory can, because he showed me tracks... but I don't take text battles seriously because their planned out...

Oh yeah, and another thing. Yall lil mark ass cowards keep testin da hood in me. I told you boyz 808 Hallifax Street if you really wanna step home boyz! Ill be waitin all day er day wit a baby 22 (.22) and a Mac 11 I just kopped from my grandad on New Years... Keep it bandana tied, so test my gangsta boyz. Or just stay on esf where yall "think" yall run things.

This don't go to Cuc, O.P., and Hitikory

But Dask is too ****y knowin he aint never seen nuttin bout gangsta reality a day in your life. Till you see one of your friends get shot and killed right in front of you, you aint seen trouble or drama boy.

And Hwo, sayin you gone take me out, with what? Water guns? Be easy homie, come at me wit suttin more serious. And give the "White-Tee" name back to VIriginia before we take it from yall.

well i got tracks to make and girls to screw, suttin yall might not NEVA know about...

madda fact, Lemme kick a freestyle right quick and host it here to show yall what im really about

 

[Dask]

Hilarious, every time you talk apparently one ofus will end up dead
I'm about to paste your rhymes in the "funniest lyrics"thread
Oh yeah homie, I'm real scared of commin to VA on your turf
bull ****, you might pack pieces but all your guns are made by nerf.
lol next you'll be telling us about getting drunk, don't bother, **** it
Oh I'm sure you like mikes hard lemonade by the bucket.
Your freestyle reeks of the "puff puff pass"
I don't have to own you lyrically, you beat up your own ass
I know everytime you read this, you get more and more skeptic
my rhymes are gonna trip you, you'll end up epileptik
Take a look in the mirror, but not at your corn rows
Look into your mind, you're nervous, and it shows

It's becoming more clear, your pride won't let you quit
So I'll be the bigger man here, I'm done with all of it
Hopefully hito will keep going, he's the one who can spit
I gotta admit though, this was fun as hell, every little bit

Just remember the name, it's Dask, it means spanks
It was fun, but lol, gg no re thx

 

[Valeska]

Dask i wanna slit your throat and f*ck the wound, i wanna place my face in and feel the swoon, going to dig inside find a little bit of me
because wenn you cross my line you wont come clean
this is me with the words on the tip of my tongue, and my eye trough the scope in the barrel of a gun.
sunlight comin down, rain al around, wings comin out...maybe heaven wich i found
saying your name, always shouting DASK, maybe you stop carrying that mask!

blood drippin like rain, omg there again comes the pain.
a bullet shot right trough my head, one big f*cking flash of sunlight.
nobody's has a good flight.
only pain in the end, thats the way people are ment.
paying your happyness like a rent, cause we only have pain in the END!

 

[Optimus Prime]

Lil ice just won't back down, throw in the towel son, take a look around
Nobody here respects you, but I'll give you some pointers homie
How you spose'da earn it, when you dress worse than David Bowie

Braggin to a 14 year old bout how your ill tracks get you laid,
Sorry ice, that s**t don't count when the b***h's gettin paid
You're one to talk about drama, like you're some pistol packin OG
But the most drama you get in VA, is on thursdays on the OC.

I laugh at the fact, that a white boy, could get icey so frustrated
But every line you spit is like the last, recycled, weak, and jaded
Your idle threats are gettin old, they're kickin it with the bible,
The best shot you've got at a contract is spittin on American Idol

You talk big about your gats, like you're Shaft that bad ass n****r
But you really think you got the balls to ever pull the trigger?
Naw you're just a p***y like the rest of them, hidin behind your nine,
Just like the rest, fell one by one, at the hands of Optimus Prime.

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

Man yall lyrics aint makin shyt, yall *****es just rhymin/
I can do basically the same thing in a fraction of timin/
You want me to stay away from the threats?, alright i got some true shyt/
When have you ever seen a Mac-11 come out and make your boy take two hits?/
Watchin as his shirt split, and notice his flesh rip/
I duck to escape the hallow, releasin return shots from the tips/
Fucc it, why I'm speakin real to someone who keeps his hands on his hips?/
Keepin a **** on his lips, and what you say bout VA?/
No drama? Then why Richmond averages close to 6 homicides a day?/
But Ima say this the easy way, Yeah this is frustrating/
Battlin 2 white boys, think they know hip hop, but when they rhyme they concentrating/
Freestylin aint for you boyz, stick to masterbating/

See when you freestyle, you come with shyt off the head/
Not typin on a keyboard, and thinkin bout what you said/
Be smart get ahead, I'm the one with the contract/
O.P. take notice, I'm 8 grand a show, Homo top dat/
And If i did pay a bytch, its still p****y mister/
I wouldn't talk since the pleasure you get is from your mom, hand, and sister/
And I don't need respect, here yall the ones gettin hurt/
And before you diss the way i dress, you might wanna take off that skirt/

And dask wanna merk, when his guns are made of water?/
I'll get the goon squad to scare you, get yah runnin south of the border/
Now once you jump on a recorder, and freestyle to a beat/
Instead of stayin home alone with your hand on your meat/
Just so you can skeet, askin why can't you get a woman/
Maybe cuz you look worse than mortal kombat's drahmin/
Oh well, yall people fallin, it was fun while it lasted/
O.P. and Dask, yall can now go back and play with yall vibrated plastics/

 

[Optimus Prime]

Well, lookey here, icey's back, tryin to spit another rhyme?
Get a clue, well no surprise, it's the same **** you said last time
Braggin bout yo Mac-11, rippin flesh, blood screams echo through the night
I think it's time you go outside, cause real life isn't counter-strike

So no, I don't make 8 grand a show, but that **** just don't bother me,
Cause b***h's like you'll be payin me 6 figures, after you commit federal felony,
My goals are attainable, unlike you, another no name who'll never make it,
Better get your hat out now, stand on the street and shake it,

I could talk about yo mama, but I'd never stoop that low,
I left that **** where it belongs, back in grade numba fo'
And you think we're the ones gettin hurt? It's all been jokes from the start,
You're the only punk ass in here who takes this **** to heart,

My style may be unorthodox, and I may not be packin heat,
But at least I don't make pussy threats, to people I'll never meet
It's easy to be big on the internet, hiding behind your computer screen
410 Austin Dr, I can do it too, does that mean I'm part of the gangsta scene?

I never claimed I could freestyle, you made that assumption when you stepped in,
It seems if I can do anything, it's crawl under icey's skin,
But I'm through with this game, it's over, cause no one's ever gonna win,
Peace out thug life, i'm done, good bye, so long and, <i>fin</i>.

 

[Bolteh2]

innie minnie mynnie moo
i have no idea what to say so i'll just say "yo"
i think this has been taken up too far..
people have become addicted to flamerap as a bee to nectar
so why don't we all just shut the funk up
and opti.. lock this poo up in a cup..


PS: beastie boys > gangstah rap

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

-_- boogity boogity chitty bang bang/
bout time esf has notice some slang slang/
i need pleasure to my wang wang/
I'm out, cya, bye-bye/
O.P. good challenge, good jokes, i aint gone lie/

 

[Jesus]

omfg he burned himself,
this is the funnyest thing since my sister hit her head on a shelf.
stupid cow stood up to fast, i thought my laughter would never pass!

 

[Hitokiri]

Nah Gir...

I know you think harsh of Ice, think his rhymes are a felony
But it takes a good man to give props to his enemy.

Now this is all windin' down, the battle smoke is all clearin'
And I see ya'll ignored mah post... cause my rhymes you be fearin'
But that's alright. Continue the fight, and your ass would be tearin'
And I'll let the viewers judge how the best rappers be fairin'.

No more comebacks, ya'll's done
Thinkin' your beat's would all rock me
I spit it back ten ways son,
You're victims of my verbal bukkake.
Cause if you challenge my rhymes?
I'll ride you punks like a jockey
Bangin' heads like wind chimes
Punch you out like I'm Rocky.

Well it's been fun I admit, we had some good times.
Saw a good plenty jokes, saw some terrible rhymes
Just remember, 'fore you bust-the-gats, and get Shasty...
It's just a forum-thread dawgs, no need to get all McNasty.

 

[True-Warrior15]

this for anyone who wanna go at it, this sick word play

this protagonist will have you jumpin up and down like a fashionist\
fa*gotness shows when being the antagonist of the casualist\
sarcasticness is killin you while spittin drastic s*it\
if you think about it, im beatin emcees in faulty alphabetical, b**ch\
barbaricness shows how much carelessness, I rhymes wit twisted rows plus sick and sadistic blows\
Killin lines like fu**kin the most sadistic hoes\
Murderin this emcee wit the most realistic flows\
ill and killin it come out as a newborn and free till you fillen it\
sick wit a twisted mind till im killin it\
switchin rhymes like its a different predicament\
I'm sick of it put you on my last victims list\
ripped you so hard i tore all his ligaments\