the challenge is laid
but you better stay wary
all you need now
is a rhyming dictionary

my verse don't flow
it just streams out e-z
like e-z-e, you wish you was me
your mind is flustered, and breezy

im focused, like a hawk
a dagger in the night
stab wildly at your torso
you just lost the rap fight

or will you come back
one more verse to stay
away from the mantis
who's just started to pray.

;) get on msn, got some more fl things to FLAUNT.

Nice! Ok, ok ok

Praying Mantis? How original is that?
You tryna use that for a comeback?
Be more creative, use more style
Use yo own stuff every once in a while

ah **** it, lol. Aight i'm on msn now

Alright alright, i've done some poetry before, lets see if i can adapt it into rap.

I sit, listen to rappers
spin metaphors and empty lines
all to no avail
it still comes out stale
you think you're creative?
you're all wrong
your lines are just the same ones as a lil wayne song

mantis, a tiny insect,
weak, smashed by the inset
of creatures far larger that can rap and MC harder
I see through your transparent exoskeleton
My rhymes incinerate you like a bombof1000(said quickly in one beat) megatons

Now I'm not saying you're completely crap
you can still pray on worms with your ignorant rap
just don't go around saying that mantis is the best
your rhymes are hollow, mantis'll end up in my eagle's nest.

the rhythm of that is a bit hard to get, but theres one in there. I also think i need to work on the transitions between verses.

I haven't done rap many times, either. I have written music before, though. Lets see how I do...

Watching the two pros spittin words at anotha
than a third comes to join them although not a brotha,
a poser a novice, who's on nythocotics
needs anti-biotics, can't dance, psycho-chotic,
fightin' his way right up to the top,
but slain time and again, but still he don't stop
the rhymes he says spill out from anotha',
sloppy, yet daring, just stumblin', still farin'
expecting defeat, contradiction, extiction,
recieving each blow with growing prediction
and now a fourth rappa comes stumblin' in,
unknown, unprepared, still anew, ready to win
still unexpectant of the others' spin,
spittin' out rhymes one after another
The others nowhere near under cover
He challenges drocksta to a battle of the mind
and then it begins as a challenge neither had yet to find.

heheh, this'll be fun.

You radiate experience
a cunning lyricist
but i won't be fooled by outer appearances
your illusion of skill
your power of will
is easy to break
into 1000 little specks
your morale broken
smashed in like a whackamole
looks like i got my 10 tokens
your rhymes haven't got no base
no force to derive from
just the reason that their endings are the same
is the only thing driving them
no concept, no point
just a whirlwind of grammatical mumbo jumbo
maybe you fooled all the dumbos
but not drocksta the one boat
of reason,
amid an ocean of fake shit, lying and treason
the one boat of passage, to the new season
but that boat
my boat
is one that you'll miss
you just have a one way ticket straight to the abyss

I wrote this while listening to Press Rewind, by Del, so listening to that while reading this may help you get the rhythm.

Hrm..

Psycho? Just a little bit, disclaimed by my ancestry..
Darkness draws like a moth and only the light can answer me..
Bullets flying from the mouth, like the climax from Matrix Revolutions..
Beat impossible odds, King David’s Evolution..
The pure rage intoxicates my conscious behavior..
Zombie-like, bubonic plague shit, I’m no savior..
I fight back against the storm, step in the middle of a cyclone..
My rise is a story forlorn, shadow hounds ripping me bone by bone..
God’s light has left me blinded, early comprehension of my potency..
You had me in the dust grinded, paying your pension by my fiery tendency..
I’m never coming back, that’s already evident..
Once I reach those halls I’ll destroy your residence..
Offer no reverence; fuck this fake hierarchy..
Get off me so I can escape this earthly lethargy..
Descent? Happened a long time ago, I won’t pretend..
I wear these battle scars proudly, the devilish dancer..
God’s time is over, I’m that underworld cancer..

Quote from Mantiscore2

Women rapping makes me lol.
...lol.

I'm a robot you twat.

A poet, you say,
with such glee in your spits
you bring no fire, no spark
let me put it like this

this mantis aint small
and hell he aint weak
he stands 6 foot tall
and he aint no freak

when it comes to rapping
and spitting harsh lyrics
the mantis represents
with his harmonious acoustics

and his beautiful rhythm
percussion flows from the mouth
let it flow from your ears
and work it's way south

till it knocks'ya'ova
like a shockwave nova
roll me over in the clover
im the real boy wonda'

you step back to me
i'll take you down once more
like all the rappers i took
in the past before

represent.

Wow I thought I quickly drop by
cause I am something your not, and thats ''Flyy''
you guys are all trying to spit some words
plz.. you're all just a bunch of nerds

I know when I challenge you guys to a battle
you decline
But homy, thats fine
I know you're afraid of my gangsta rap
Pff, Now go away before I unleash my pimpsmack

9 pages of gay ass crap
of course to that you want to fap
I'm mean no offence
Just straighten up your defence

I made this rhyme in just a split second of time
I will say it again.. Thats just because I'm fine
you guys are all comitting a crime
Look there's your crib, now go, its bedtime.


SSsssssssssj WOOOORD

Drags The name, I like to shag, Rapping aint a thing i do, but to do you need to be cool. WORD. Man, this is absurd i never rap but i pop a cap, i pop the boot, i have the loot. I cant rap for crap but yah lets be like a sheep bah! This is the end of the crap rap i beat you this is the piss!


man, i cant rap for crap.

Now listen close as I sing this
Listen closely as my tounge flicks quick
like cunnilingus
I gaze my surroundings down
there isn't much to be found
worth a digital record
well one could, technically
get technical and eventually
find some philisophical nonsense in my typeface
ready set go! it'll be one hell of a fun race
scurry from the start
one check mark, for the skinny fellow who couldn't stay steady stay smart
stay in school and absorb the knowledges
I guess you could consider it
contemplate that and I slip past, blazing bridges follow this.

EDIT:
SSJBryando, command your men to lay low
spit grimy shit wont earn you nuthin to show
to the family, they'll laugh at you, a causulty
to cleverly combined syllables
let me wipe the dribbles
from your flapping chin
smack that grin, while I'm at it, chewing my carrot, like a rabbit
like a bunny, with plans for disaster
cute furry mammals, I AM YOUR MASTER!
lift my megaphone for me bitch dont shake
it'll make my voice vibrate excessivly
then I'll have to sign you on a walmart gift registry
for a big box of tampax
for your pre menstrual bitch ass
i'd lay low before they pray about you at sunday mass.

Your cowardice is evident
you hide behind your covenant
of crap rap
slapped together with no care, just scraps
of metaphors, here and there
supposed to sound deep, crafted with care
but theres nothing under it, nothing but hot air
so your verses collapse back on you as you watch and stare
in awe,
you seem not to believe what you saw
so you just keep rapping more
to cover up your flaw
soon it doesn't even make any sense
rolling in clovers?
shockwave novas?
the mass is getting dense
so that when that river of rhymes runs dry
and your collapsing charade begins to die
it'll only fall harder
the more you rap
you'll only be humiliated farther
your pride ruined
you won't be no martyr
so just keep battling
keep rapping till the page is full
but you know your only delaying the inevitable

directed at mantiscore
EDIT: w00t 300th post

You may be thinkin' that I'm a no-good rapper
telling me that you'll win without a fight.
I'm tellin' you now that I'm not your normal cracker,
You'll meet your match today, alright.

I'll tell you what, now, I'll tell you what;
the flaw in all you're saying is wrong.
I've got spirit, I've got passion, I can hear it, start it clashin'
What have you got? You have nothin', not much rythme, barely somethin',
Every verse you need to stop, losing choice with every thought,
To take a break, to get refreshed, a double take, you are impressed.

Edit: Here's another one.

Your rhymes are failing, my side prevailing,
Wonderin' where your groove has been.
Spittin' random lyrics which are beaten, nowhere keen
Wallowing in his own's oneself strife.
Who thinks the words he chooses to say
will blow the competition away,
but you didn't expect it, nobody'd direct it,
No one can protect it, no one can perfect it,
You cannot detect it.
Your defeat comes closer, step by step,
You recognize the feeling, the feeling's regret.
You wish you'd never had challenged me,
Flowing verse by verse without a pause.
Although your eagle flies through the sky,
a hunter watches down below.

My hooptie rollin', tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my man keeps naggin'
Six-nine Buick, deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got stolen
Bumper shook loose, chrome keeps scrapin'
Mis-matched tires, and my white walls flakin'
Hit mickey-d's, Maharaji starts to bug
He ate a quarter-pounder, threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin', movin' tabs expired
girls tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid skittles
Tinted back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the block
Gotta roll this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My hooptie - my hooptie

Four door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck
Big dice on the mirror, grill like a truck
Lifters tickin', accelerator's stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps clickin'
Picked up the glock, now we're eight deep

Cars barely movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as I watched in fright
My ex-boyfriend shot out my headlight
he was standin', in the road, so I smashed his toes
Mashed my pedal, boom, down he goes
Law ain't lyin', long hairs flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb guy starts cryin'
fool called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and what did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side about to get hurt
Homey got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still strong
Posse moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the cops don't see me
mr-matched tires got my boys uptight
Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers

In a hooptie

It's a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
kill your girl, if you don't stomp-er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like Shaft
Some get bold, but some get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I won't listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
Spotted this freak with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 with the dope cassette
Playin' that tough crew hardcore dope
The tape deck broke
Damn what's next, brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where we could hunt for sex
Found a little club called the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much fame
"How ya doin' sir, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made slang
boy got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you might get clipped

By a hooptie

Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot
"Whatcha want me to do Mix?"
Push freak, push
Sputter, sputter rollin' over gutters
Cars dip low with hard core brothers
Tank on E, pulled into Arco
Cops on tip for Columbian cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's what he said
Big long car, four big black heads
Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like Noriega
Cop took my wallet, looked at my license
His partner said "Damn, they all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they gotta let me go
This bucket ain't rollin' in snow

It's my hooptie

By the way, stealing sir mixalot's lyrics isn't what this thread is for.