Ranking
8/10


Not bad kid, but*aw shit
Here I am
Going mad to the max schizophrenic
On the jam
With a skirt and sword
I'll go Sir William Wallace*
On your ass
Showing signs of my
Lethal weapon
Blowing rhymes on
Your feeble rapping
And attacking your
Weak paradigms
And sure you can throw in
A couple good punchlines*
But it takes more than that to*
Bring down the man with a*
Few short lived terrorist attacks
I'm the very definition of stacked
And so you
Think your back with a comeback
With fire as bright as a candle
With too much ammunition for
A gun you can't even handle
Slanging hard is for the hardcore
Mind rampant scientists
Like rocks with a loaded revolver
Around the round table
Playing a game in a dicy hangar
That'll prove fatal
It just so happened that I was the*
Bullet within the chamber
You got guts when you pulled the
Trigger, but lost your brains
When I came like a freight train
Only because you thought
Your cojones were bigger
8/10

I'm glad you got the balls to come over and get back at me,
But you made a bit of an error 'cause you went trigger happy,
Cocky as shit, braggin' about all your artillery,
Well, your weapons ain't nothin' without a well-planned strategy.
I'll admit you can articulate rhymes with your vocabulary,
but frankly it ain't enough so don't get your head hot airy,
Trust me, none of your shit can really compare to me,
Who ever told you that you could compete against a legendary.
So you say that you are the definition of stacked,
Well your a pile mix of defeat, gravel, dirt, and trash bags.
Reading all your rhymes, I'm lucky that I didn't gag,
Try to sew your verses, you'll just keep stitching dirt rags,
You dirt bag. Burn plastic and poison this rap game,
After I'm done with you, shit ain't ever gonna be the same.
you crashed, gay. Victory's a tragic dream of yours,
Try to conjure up some magic, it ain't gonna be enough, whore.
The floor's clean, muck it up with some blood and gore,
Let it go dirty, you were not prepared for what I got in store.
I'm the vicious lion, you're my prey, the wild boar,
I'll spare you the embarassment, you just gotta walk out the door.
a spoon.
9/10

Rap battles may not be my game
But I like how you studied on this
Opponent who you*knew slang
The art too hard painting portraits
With couple of words turned gore
And now a verbal war of wits with
Missiles and espionage hits fades
Into battle of fast reacting actions
Blasting ballistics in the form
Of steel tempered swords
Armored cars and heavy tanks
Right on your flank ready with the
Deadly speed of a mantis strike
As you suffer*massive blows from
The iron fist turned wicked*spikes
Envenomed caltrops and traps
Inventive sets ups are stacked
On well stocked militant attacks
Your talk is strong at first glance
But your building blocks won't last
When you've been slanging off
The top for as long as I have
Especially when you're just an*MC
Fallen victim to this rap conjuring
And it seems I've been pushed to*
Pull something new out my ass
As black magic war orchestrating
Is no longer enough to rough up
The competition and so now I've
Been forced*to*adapt and grow
Stronger in this new environment
But I'm a scientist and I'll make
And break the flow with my crafty
Intelligence but my ideas have ran low
9/10

As we fight through this battle I expect you to get better,
We been spitting different words like changes of weather.
But one thing I noticed from you, letter after letter,
Are you writing me diss raps or a military lecture?
Metaphor this, metaphor that,
Throwing me the same weapon-based crap.
You talk about missiles but your rhymes didn't affect me,
Your lack of skill won't stop me from unleashing my blasts.
I've flashed into the scene before that one week hiatus,
Then I came back to battle a redundant ignoramus.
I'mma rip you apart and prove who won this game between us,
Whether or not you got dreams of being famous.
How's it feel now, homie? Your abilities you can't even trust,
I'm zooming in for uno spot while you just choking from my dust.
Before you type, think to yourself if you even have close to enough,
Or are you really out of ammunition, magazine low, can't diss or bust.
We both did tough, burned brains and hands,
We both defended and made our stands,
Towards each other rapped insults and demands,
Now let's find someone to choose the better man.
a spoon.
9/10 ouch.

New rhymes, ideas and concepts
Taking a broad step in a territory
Of unknown vocabulary and
Grammatical strategies*
There's no hesitance while taking
Sights like*Magnetic resonance
Ultrasound and X-ray imaging on
Microscopic topics who thought
They can top this with thoughtless
Rhymes you thought were
Spotless lines and now I have
To cross you off the list with
A flow to cold I'll have to give
You hot chocolate for the road I
Happened to pave that you were brave
Enough to tread all*that*I gave*in
Hopes to eliminate my name*but
We both know how hard*it's*going
To be when you run out*of*things
To say then you'll come*with no
Precision as you sprayed*up*the
Scene with your aim*giving
Observant folks like me
Different perceptions*on angles of
Field depths and dimensions
That are above*and beyond
Your*lethal front door rush and I
Think I got you thinking and
Sinking scrambling for something
To find on me*but I've renewed
And improved entirely*on my rap
Anatomy all because*you*almost
Had me, but now*I'm back and
Raw like*Tony Jaa busting jaws
From Ong-Bak and a matter of
Fact I've repaired my*fatal flaws of
Rusting as a*phoenix fell in to
Ashes to only rise as a stronger
Contestant and you've just seen
This

Edits:Spelling mistakes
Last edited by T0ribush; Dec 10, 2013 at 03:37 AM.
Okay okay Lushsmoke is joining in again!

Both of you need to worry now because I am in the game!
your rhymes are lame I came from hell lemme tell you bro
don't make me bored now because I don't need to waste my
time, don't whine about how much you are getting owned
I need to have lunch now be riight back

OKAY I AM BACK pack your bags because I am ruling now
my smoke consumes you with it's darkness, until you die
Lush be here I am fear itself you need to give up already
I am no joke folks you can't stop me I am fed up with this
it would never have led up to this, crushing you into ash
take a hike, didn't expect me to come in so soon? I will send
you to hell and you will fall to your doom.


Hehehee this is just only the beginning
I'm ready for my daily dose of cringe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
6/10

ha then get ready for me lushsmoke,
after this you gon be a crushed joke
you see i cut throats of wanabee pros
only game you in is toribash
your boring trash i throw your ass in a dump of crap
ill stump your act with a bunch of smacks
then while you go to hell ill be in heaven
with god tellin me i'm cleaver
and satan tellin you to step up
6,5/10

Now this is a story all about how
some guy with a snapback on his head thought he was cash until now
Probably born and raised in a wealthy household where he spent most of his days
the only dance he's good at is the polonaise
I'll slap you so hard you'll go through a second menstrual phase.
No hard feelings though
but I can't help it if you blow
now step aside, this is getting boring
your rhymes are so dull I started yawning
Already a rap battle thread and this is dangerously similar to it. You could have just started this on the original rap thread but I will join in.

Half, wait maybe all of those rhymes didn't make any sense,
I think you should go home and work on your offense.
You cant insult a guy without instantly saying your sorry?
You need to learn to live dangerous, try spending a night in the safari.
That should toughen you up, all you have to do now is obtain,
and not go on drunk nights spending money on bitches and cocaine.
You say Cercopes rhymes were boring? Did you even read your own?
I fell asleep and woke up remembering I was rapping to a guy who was stoned.
I mean, your avatar...you look crazier than you are.
You been smoking more cocaine? 'Cause you look higher than the stars.
I would rate your rap a 0.1/10 because it sucks so much ass it spits our shit!
More shit than you do, tell me how does it feel to be a bitch?
Now let me show you how to insult like a boss like I do.
Did you know...that your dad is not the only person your mother lies to?
She lies to her 10 boyfriends one by one like a mistrust apocalypse has just begun.
I don't know why she has boy's, her make up looks like it was applied with a shotgun.
I think I have won this so move bitch! get out my way.
I will end it here because I have nothing more to say.
I think I owned you so hard that you cried and ran up to your room.
Everyone else who read this loved it so much their mind went kaboom!
New Acc: Inkausania
Dilara Is Awesome Texure Maker!
You can't rap a straight line even to save your life
We spat fat rhymes too far above your simple mind
You can't form and forge swords from your weak words
And your timing with rhymes are half ass'd at best
Going from point A to C in a single leap, forgetting B
Then you slip up what you speak as you join the game
Just another whack acting MC thinking he's the greatest
I'll finish you off these gold lines, kid. I'll make you famous
You'll become the butt of all jokes all because you spoke
The laughing stock now you're outlined with chalk because
You thought you could just enter the scene and leave clean