My friend and I have been beef rap messaging each other for months now just for fun. It's now a competition, of course. Here's my latest: I'm a student of Biggie, Em, and Wu Tang Clan My flow's fluent, be spittin' prose to gain fans. I grow through pens, write gritty rhymes through stained hands. Mind blown. Screw it, I'm letting out new shame and My soul renews while i'm getting paid, now who's fame stands? Why yo' music flat? Just quit 'cause your pain can't Find no conduit, forgettin' that truth reigns man. See your'e a rap coach assistant, Your bars are bad, so just listen. I'm the Captain Persistent You're career's nonexistent Because tears you resistin'. Your fears you don't mention Which steers your remission So spare me your bitchin'. You mastered the task of bad tracks and worse wordplay I mastered this class in gas raps stackin' absurd pay. Check it, I'm gonna' dumb it down now Wreck my runnin' numbers to announce how We ain't chummy buds or friends I'll make sure you understand That it's my mater plan To terrorize your clan. Prepare for the beefin Let the roastin' begin. In plain terms you can hear Cuz, you're dull I'm a veneer. So best be steerin' clear, Or I'll put a gerbil in your rear And call you Richard Gere. So here we go: I'm the rap G O A T, you're just a hack Always tryna' imitate me but skills you lack No you can't fade me. You're JV. I'm varsity, baby. Like Method Man I come to bring the pain. Hardcore to your brain. It's insane. In the membrane? I'm B Real from Cypress Hill. With OG skills, I'm ill, ya feel? CEO bills in my tills. You're nil. I'll steal Your cheddar and grab my 44, my beretta. Put holes in your Cosby sweater. Like Eddie Vedder said-a' Can't find a betta' man. I never Sweatin' steppin to competitors whenever another thinks he's better. Never a clever endeavor 'Cause I sever they're dreams. It's obscene. Nightmares I bring. I'm bettin’ youre regrettin’ upsettin’ me. But whatever, I'm ahead of ya, negroe. You slow. Claim to be a balla'? You straight appallin'. I'm shot callin' and walkin' tall. You got the gall to stall? Nigga' I'll maul ya, nail ya to the wall. Youre frail. Your stale sound failed. You hail from Douche-bury Town. Always clownin' around. While I'm gettin' crowned. Yeah, I'm king. Like the boxing undefeated champ, Mayweather - Got moxy. Can't stop me. So stay seated or be treated with repeated socks to your grill and you'll feel Like McConner. Talking lots of smack, but I'm stronger. I got honor which you lack. You got no back- Bone. You're in the danger zone. Shouldn't be alone cause I'll attack. Damn... Miic drops and I pop the tops off the hos, and they knows I'm bumpin' like Bose. You be shaking like pops. Your rap stops, and here come the cops. You get hauled to central booking, not for larceny, murder, or crookin'. But for your knock ass lyrics straight soockin'. Now don't you dwell on your tracks that don't sell. Become a pimp, take it from the Queen Madimmoiselle. Here's a bit of advice: Gotta' be like Ray Rice And smack a ho when she lower the price. Or when her coochie get lice? Don't think twice to put her head in a vice. What do you do when her punanny gets loose? Just hang her from a noose. Or do it like Juice and filet the stupid roose. Now I gotta bounce, n**ga S9, lemme break it down for ya, Bar by bar, my words rape your family, bruh. See I'm a street-wise lyricist A f**king rap genius. You're tongue is twisted 'Cause you're blacklisted From the enlisted: The ultimate rap gods. They'll make your crew they bitches. See, my flow dominates the hip hop game, Penetratin’ your spirit and soul with my lyrics. Infiltratin’ ya brain. Meditative is the state i create when you, hear it. Don't fear it, get near it. But you hesitated 'cause you're burned out and faded. You're hated. It's not understated that I dominate this. Ain't no more debating, I'm rated The greatest. 'Cause ghettos related to me. I get paid and you payin' me fees. Simply stated: I'm celebrated, you're reta'ded.
Wow. You're so sweet. Thanks for your in-depth analysis. Clearly I'm not a rapper nor do I claim to be. I do appreciate the ever-so-helpful critique though. You're words of wisdom and advice are reminiscent of Randy Jackson's on American Idol. Are you having a bad day? I mean, to be so harsh and degrading to someone you've never met before must put you at a disadvantage with, well, everything really.
Thanks! And i never said you claimed to be anything but a rapper your definitely not...anyone who has ever listen to rap knows that your measly little one lines dont flow and hardly rhyme...and no im actually having a great day thanks for asking! And i dont see how giving my opinion on some mediocre lyrics puts me at a disadvantage at all...so thanks honey have a great day!
Rjd2 used to be my shit back when i was like 15 and shit ghostwriter was my favorite song too i loved some underground unheard of shit back before i started smoking squares i remember all of it like it was yesterday
who is down to make a group on facebook.??? anyways I guess ill post some music! go to west Memphis and listen to music anywhere in the west is a whole different feel to music man. I know if I was in west Memphis it would be all good. I heard of doughboyz cashout, playboy the beast, ztarve, check out some korn if you listen to rock. that is how you know I listen to good music.
I've got some old Eminem, 50 cent, 2Pac, and Biggie books I'm trying to sell, as well as Graffiti world and a different graffiti book an a shit ton of comics, hit me up Im interested in any offer, can ship instantly, cashapp, venmo, paypal. whatevers clever