Time to make the Pigy go and regret his birth
But damn this bullet costs more then hes worth
Oh well I guess thats the price you pay
To give some one their very last day
In this city we call SEN, a fly place to be
And everywhere theres trouble seen
I gotta tell you all, I love this joint
Now that Pigys dead, DM's got 1 point

The worst part is, their 'raps,' have very poor rhymes, poor structure and off beat syllables. They're all INCREDIBLY white, and this topic should honestly be moved to null, or closed. It's just spam and flame.

However, if they had a generic beat, and recorded their rap battles, it would be creative...

Shocko wants to bring down the thread
Well, fucking shit & bread
good thing Moose hasn't got this thread read
So before this gets corny
Let me tell yalls a story
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air

Oops, i accidently bel-air'd

It's a free style, messing up your rhymes will occur. And there is nothing wrong with freestyling without a track. I prefer without a track.

Zombie, stop copying the freshprince.

You are free-writing random spam and flame. It's not an art, it's a literal desecration.

In order for this to be an artistic piece, you would need to finalize a piece of freewrite for others to, 'enjoy.' However, your objective is to flame each other in a freewrite battle.

Flame according to this topic is acceptable if it's 'creative.'

I beg a moderator close this soon. Or move to the Null..

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Mar 21 2009, 6:57 pm by Doodan. Reason: test

It's not your call; ignore it if you don't like it.

Hey, yo, Shocko man you need to chill,
Put a pickle in that mouth, maybe a dill,
I've never had a rap battle, but I'm starting to think,
I could have some real fun with you boys (wink wink),
Payne, you so lame, needing this to whine,
After getting schooled in mafia all the time,
Dark Marine, start saving for a ho today,
Since not even hentai girls will look your way,
Syphon, Nixon's head, better quit that grin,
Since you can't do nothin to get my nuts off yo chin,
I'm out of time, so lemme bounce on out of here,
But before I go I'd like to make one last thing clear,
This section requires art of a bit higher standard,
So this topic's goin to a place where folks can be slandered,

>>Moved to Null

Well put

I love you doodan.

Best rhyme so far because of best message.

Doodan, that was nice. Did you actually freestyle that one?

This is my story, this is my song,
I been wondering 'bout the meaning of life all day long.
Why are we here,
did God put us here?
Thrown in jail once, taught me a lesson,
never go on the streets with knives and weapons.
Popo came in, busted me,
it was pretty dumb in reality.
I lost my job, I lost my car,
I lost the girl I met at the bar.
We supposed to do some good in this world,
but what we doin' right now makes me hurl. :x
Shocko got this topic, moved to null,
It wasn't necessary but so...
I was lost, but now I'm found,
by the meaning of life, it's profound.
It wasn't God or a religion,
nor was it popo suspicion.
It was me and what I learned,
that my life was butter well-churned.

I got another job,
began believin' in God.
Met another girl,
she was hot,
but her life's story was not.
Born alone,
no father but the streets' Al Capone.
Taught to steal,
life had no appeal.
Ran away, stayed straight.
Worked in the day, school at night,
Asked a random dude on the street if what she was doin' was right.

Are we just stumbling through our lives,
no goal but to survive?
The jungle of the streets,
open the door for me Saint Pete.
I'm tired of livin'
cuz I'm sickened.
By what I see, everyday,
Was offered crack, said no way,
Popo thought I was dealing it, I ran away.
They chased me till the intersection,
caught me and put me in court; I had no cheering section.
No moms or pops, to support my case.
No witnesses to help displace,
the blame from me,
to the real G,
on the streets.

My life was messed up,
but now I'm straight,
the real dealers were put away.
In the can for a couple years,
I'm telling my peers,
here on SEN,
my neighbors round the bend.
Told the people on my block,
that I am not,
the person that they think I am,
I am a man,
nothing less, nothing more.
Life's meaning is so obscure,
Nobody knows what it is for sure.

How's that for meaning, nuderaider?

Sticky what a beautiful story my G but we arent here for tears
Bring them bitches back out, bend over lets spank those rears
Good endings never happen you know I dont have to discuss
Families break up, People die, marrige ends, accidents turn rough
But lets step back for a moment from this touching time
Less about the monsters in our past, just get back to the rhyme
Game we play, talking bout life the way it is, hating on us bro
Think themselves pro, I think not, but if you wanna fight lets go
I wont need a weapon, My club my nine, my bat, my car
Only thing I need is you, your face, my fist, you're going far
Into the ground after Im all done, treat you like a toy figure
Break you into pieces when im done, you'll know whos bigger

My time is up again, I wont hog the mic any more
So heres to the next G, time for my hentai you whore

(LOL Jk, but I gotta get back at doodan ;o)

You's all bitches.

Disclaimer: Super-white rapping inside.

Attachments:

i can't rap, because i'm fat.
i can't flap, because i liv' in a shack.
so word, dawg.

Couldnt understand a word you said ;o

Bleh, I could've made it more clear if I had done more than one take. Oh well. I'll post lyrics later if I feel like it.

yo we need to pick it up a notch
cuzz this shit is crappin'
yall gotta start the ryhmin', quit the fappin
im tired of hearing your slander
sounds worse then adam sandler
so just roll and let go
before this shit get's as ugly as echo
yo i'm havin a lot of laughs with this thread
so lets keep it goin so it don't become dead
you guys are the shit, sen's the best
and this shit is the rap fest

shocko passed the gay test
he needs to go back to his momma's nest
keep milkin daddys cock
but parents changed the lock
to much incest goin down
get the fuck out of my town.
go back to watchin homeward bound
before i release the hound
we dont need any fuckin sound.

Only I mastered the ability to do both at the same time. ;o

Not fair, your superdy duperdy rapping skills won the last one, too, with the mudkip rap .

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Mar 21 2009, 10:21 pm by lil-Inferno. Reason: Spelgni eror

I was born rhymin',
you guys were born cryin':
it's like a reflection of who we are,
I'm a pro, your sub-par.
Kow, that was the whitest shit i ever heard,
Call that rap? I call that turd.
My raps are so fly,
I spit them on the fly,
five by five.
Drop it like its hot,
my rhymes own the spot,
ya'll comparable to dogg,
ya'll sound worse than hogs.
Black is the color I learned to spit,
white is the color you were born with.
DM, that was a freestyle with meaning,
it's better than your flaming cuz it has feeling.

Bitch you call that feeling?
that shit you been stealing?
I got you mama kneeling,
your dad hangin from the ceiling
rape you with my zling
listen man you gotta quit it
this makes me wanna douse my ears with gas
"OMG HE LIT IT"