UHG fuck mics. iv been workin on this recording all day and I cant seem to get it right. oh well, ill try again tomorrow :P

Hey guys I made a new rap, Tell me how you like it ^_^



Yeah

Power in the hands of "Man"

Is something that No one should "Have"

Too much "Power" can "Devour" you

It can "Fuse" and make something that was never meant to come "True"

That's why I rap to Maintain this Power

So I Say what I say "Louder" and Louder

Until I'm able to "Remain" the "Same" as if it was a "Tamed" YesterDay.

Sometimes, I feel like a "Dog" with broken legs, trying to "Crawl" for something they "Call" a "Mall"

But it's just a "Hall" Where you gotta have Money to buy things

Like if you had "Fame"

Fame comes with the Territory of "Pain"

But it can make you rich in some "Ways"

It's like a "Tray" "Laid" to you like all that stuff you had Matter'd

But you're just following the same "Pattern"

Like how that food makes you "Fatter"

You're killing yourself and it doesn't seem to "Matter".

Too bad I can't make my raps "Badder" or if it's what you call "Badder"

Rapping about Big booty girls is what you would "Rather" Hear

It's your "Ears" Blocking you from the Truth

Making you not "Care" but for only Money and "Beer"

and That's "Where" I come back to my same "Lyr-ic"

It's that "Power" that makes you "Sour"

Feels like I could hear the words of that Gangster"

First The Money, The Power, and then the Woman, Just like how Scarface said It

Those 3 words do make "Sense"

Only if you're able to "Comprehend" the real messages and follow them as a "Trend"

But I try to tell my stories in a Rap

So listen up "Champ"

It's about to get much more Dope

Now

Here

We

"Go"

This is a "Flow" that was born to be re "Told"

It never gets "Old"

Because this is where the truth "Holds"

In the Corrupt Minds of the People who want People to commit "Suicide"

So don't "Hide" your true feelings

Or you'll just "Die"

Or you'll just stand "Aside"

and Solute like you was just a "Guy"

A guy with no "Ties

with anything that would be a "Suprize"

In the "Eyes" of the So called "Rhymes"

That make you wonder "Why"

That you always "Try"

To go back to the "Shrine"

Of wondering where fate "Lies"

But you're too late

You're not "Alive"

So farewell

And "Good, Bye"



Tell me how you like it Please :3.

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I did a very rough recording to a beat anyway: http://www14.zippyshare.com/v/77578796/file.html

*KUDA... you want to challenge the psychoanalytic
Verbally bloodthirsty, mad-methodical, catalytic
Rhyme slayer, not-of-God, hellishly ill word player
With the appetite for evil, and obscure behavior?*

Hah. Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Yo.

You have no idea what you're up against, do you mate?
Someone shoulda warned you, but now it is way too late
When you chose me as your enemy you have sealed your fate
You're in my domain and here is where my words dictate
What? A three headed lion? That explains why you can't rhyme
A predatory animal with a birth defect, wasting my time
And I'm a brony? Hah! Get your research straight
I know you like masturbating, but man, can't that wait?

I'm impressed by how much you were able to disappoint me
Calling me a "boob" in a battle rap, what a whack emcee
I'm so intimidated by how much your rhyme schemes suck D
You're getting wrecked by yours truly, yo the L to the E
I hold the skeleton key to the Pandora's box of hip hop
And with it I release incomprehensibly ill bars nonstop
Carpet bombing your whack verses like a lyrical terrorist
I'm a real flow-sick MC and the superior lyricist

If little boys like you are made from snips and snails
I must'v been made from utter suffering and baptized in entrails
Your attempt at horrorcore came off as kinda cute...
Now lemme show you how to spit bars to make a butcher puke!
Your horrorcore was so basic, it needs more gore and dark metaphors
Malicious intent as the prime ingredient to ignite wars
You're not opening any dark doors, just fiddling with the doorknob
I'll domestically abuse you until you deny your God!

Call me sir insidious, my verses black out the sun
Sinister serpent of an MC, I'm the desolate one
Morbid, mortifying mortals, murder rolling off my tongue
Among my victims, none survive and if you think you can, you're wrong
Playing with corpses is one of my favorite pass times
I hope your small mind can keep up with my vicious and fast rhymes
I feel sorry for the guy who's gonna have to scrape you from the walls
Next time you wanna battle, make sure that you grow some fucking balls!

LeoKill you boob! “That wasn’t even my perfect form!!!”
Reveal I’m a master of the dragon crane fist tiger claw rain storm
So I’m unlocking the 36 chambers of shaolin
Sensei, take my horse stance, prepare advance to prey, a lion --prowling
Kicking-- down the 8 chakra gates, chi’s flowing--power growing
Focusing!--my muscle density astounding ,
Striking! Palm Grip hold! Strangle you till your vocal cords shatter
On contact with my fingers – causing pressure resulting In a collapsed jugular

Relapse; back to my rap habit, wordplay addict, I’m smoking with words while you couldn’t even manage.
Battling me? This is a Boxer to a Jester-Murderer to a marty
Cerberus to a toddler. I’m a iller rhymer than you could ever conjure
So a sick spitter that you could never conquer. You’re delirious
Mr insidious? more like Mr get serious, I bet you consider choking rappers
By sprinkling them with pixie dust. Note! while I was torturing your family, contorting there corpses,
Throwing em ditches, those were the bodies you had so much fun with
You think my brains small? You were the one Down-syndrome and an extra chromosome.

Its over! Your’re already made your death bed
Felling, rhapsody, rap rapidly ripping rhythms to shreds.
Repeatedly rendering my opponent’s to rubble I make em crumble
On the double with no trouble-Dead!
Then kill em with quick’s spits, bitch!
I’m an artist, I-Drew-you to battle—now I’m cleaning of the canvas
Stab into a body bag Now try to attack.
Even react, you’ll get punched faster than May weather a Jab!

Verbal venom, spit devil sputum, submit,
Wisdom levels frightful, gruesome outcome, resistance futile
Celestial marvel, fallen angels bow on arrival.
A Nephilim hybrid alien king considered a sentient being
The Awakened one, wears the almighty deity ring, the one that
Destroyed the big bang theory! My omnipotence
Destroys what you call boundaries
Sin city’s most sinister sinner destined for a godforsaken existence.

“Your defeat was decided the moment you responded
Remember my lyrically capacities limitless, so your body bag is imminent “ -KUDA

I like how, people just ignore my rap like it was cat's scat, So all ya'll need to step back, and watch the pros take over. So respect That

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I like how, people just ignore my rap like it was cat's scat, So all ya'll need to step back, and watch the pros take over. So respect That

your rap isn't that bad, its just retarded
i sound like shit, and something i just farted
so they took your rap for garbage discarded
because they have no regard to be bombarded

don't feel bad, because you weren't rewarded
all your sad raps, should just be departed
get a pencil, and start over, don't feel broken hearted
but here, only the good raps, can be regarded

:p:p:p:p:p:p

Hey, mind if I join?
I don't really know what I'm doing.
Music isn't even something I enjoy,
So maybe I should just get going.

Ah what the heck, I'll stay.
Just to see how I fare.
Be it as it may,
Maybe someone will say:
"Dude, I can't help but stare,
In a good way.

Also, if I may,
Mark,
'Mind if I tell you something?
You should vary your rhyming.
AAAA?
Can't say it looks all that smart.

I'm just experimenting,
Seeing if this is fun.
Felt like I should stop watching
And see if I can have a good run.


Lets just see how this goes XD

MarkXD

You do notice that I never curse in my verse?

Surely you know your raps aren't the first?

Because my raps are so fluid they surf

So back off my Turf

Before I Murk you

You are a Fool, to think you would beat me in a duel?

You do realize now my lyrics are too Smooth?

So please don't be so Rude

MarkxD you're just a Dude who doesn't know how to be Crude

You're just a Tool, so again please. Don't ever challenge me to a Duel.

Quote from MaTcroFoe

MarkXD

You do notice that I never curse in my verse?

Surely you know your raps aren't the first?

Because my raps are so fluid they surf

So back off my Turf

Before I Murk you

You are a Fool, to think you would beat me in a duel?

You do realize now my lyrics are too Smooth?

So please don't be so Rude

MarkxD you're just a Dude who doesn't know how to be Crude

You're just a Tool, so again please. Don't ever challenge me to a Duel.

Really sir, I must say you have interesting grammar
Yet still it burns me inside that you get off having so much pride
Acting as if you're blood is wine and your lyrics divine
When you clammer and stride like some silly swine

Oh look what I did
Internal rhyme galore
Still looking for a duel?
I'll give you so much more

Hope you're not afraid to brony
Because I don't want some bologna
From a dude who's like a zombie
No brains, probably go sporting Abercrombie

Cutting like lasers
Stingng like tazers
Too hot for blazers
Averting all the gazers
Try not to leave a disgrace
Hope you can keep pace

But in all honesty, I like your moxxy.

Quote from Shaq-of-All-Trades

Cutting like lasers
Stingng like tazers
Too hot for blazers
Averting all the gazers
Try not to leave a disgrace
Hope you can keep pace

Quote from MaTcroFoe

MarkXD
You do notice that I never curse in my verse?
Surely you know your raps aren't the first?
Because my raps are so fluid they surf
So back off my Turf
You're just a Tool, so again please. Don't ever challenge me to a Duel.

nice man, but i'm not challenging anyone, i just pop in an out c:

Oh okay mark lol, your rap was cool too :P
I feel like that this should be a little more popular, there are alot of good rappers on here.

Shaq That was so really great bro. I don't wanna feel like I have too much pride to lose a

fight, but I must say your rap actually inspired me to write

It had so much grammar that you could see in sight,

The ryhmes were more valuable than a Dime found in 1779

raps like yours are hard to rewind, and what

I mean by that is it's hard to see someone with those lines The rap was just so Fine

But Jesus christ, sometimes I feel like I should go to hell, I don't even want all this wealth

I'll just lose it and waste all my health

It feels like everything I do I just fail.

BUT SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD GATHER UP ALL MY GUN SHELLS THEN

POP ON ALL YOU COWARDS THAT MADE ME GO TO JAIL! I didn't have money for bail,

Thats why I hate myself.
If I could go a little longer in real life I'D SHOOT THE MAIL MAN!

Giving me these bills, THATS WHY I DWELL IN THE BAD LIFE THAT I WANTED TO ESCAPE FROM!

Now it's just begun, now I have to hold a gun once more
until I don't Feel Obligated to do myself an Obligation, to be PAtient until I feel like I could be Remade

I'll be more ready to stay and face the battles I could never do In the grave....Maybe I'm going insane maybe I can't Relate to what I say and what I do to Pay with all the drugs I inject myself With, Too stiff to admit on who I diss and who I missed.

But no really, that rap was truly a Gift.

Also if it isn't to much to ask, I think I would be glad to join the blue team Lads ;)

Right now I’m just young and naïve
My future is hard to conceive
Just thinking of a different me
I can’t see how I would be
Right now I like to listen to music while I draw
I watch anime and read manga, then I sit back in awe
Its beauty amazes me endlessly
I play a game and I have a bad tendency
To aimlessly get lost in it mentally
So lovely, I pleasantly sit in ecstasy
I carelessly lose track of time…
I realize I’m no longer in my prime
I’m now an old man with little to his name
I have failed; I have no glory or fame
Sitting in my cardboard box on the side of the street
I slowly look down at my feet
The ground is covered with dirty, crumpled paper
I pick up one of my drawings and curse my creator
My pictures haven’t gotten me anywhere
People giving me strange looks everywhere
The cold wind blows and chills my bones
I lay down on the freezing stones
Warm tears stream down my face
Happiness is gone without a trace
I close my eyes one last time
I wake up to the sound of the clock’s chime
It turned out to just be a nightmare
A drop of icy sweat drips from my hair
I put my face in my hands
I rethink my life plans
My goals in life I must pursue
I just can’t let these dark images come true

Looking at myself honestly
I wonder everyday how I'll make it through
Battling with my own sanity
Sometimes a guy has to ask "What do I do?"
Well the answers is never clear
So I breathe in and take a moment
Try to find what I holde dear
But the tranquility's as fleeting as a comet

Now looking at my past
To myself I have got to ask
How things so slow move so fast
Why does my life feel like I'm wearing a mask?
Taking things easy to the eye
While inside I continue to die
Maybe my life's jus a lie
Nowhere near as sweet as pie

Maybe I deserve to be punished
My skin flayed every day
My soul is dead and tarnished
But for no salvation do I pray
My life has been mine to live
My choices mine to give
My troubles mine to forgive
My pain mine to outlive

Yes I seem quite outrageous
Leaving me looking a fool
But my good vibe is contageous
Don't care if I seem uncool

I'm uncouth, quite aloof, bit of a goof
Most of the time
Sure don't need to be malicious, nor vicious,
I take negativity likw a lime
Much too biter for my taste
For it sees such a waste
If I'm damned anyway
Why waste make even more to fray?

Yeah I hurt but who cares?
I don't need sympathy or stares
I manage fine with my wounds
Emotions buried in tombs.

Maybe I'm a puppet now
And time is holding the strings
Life may seem a frown
But I'm free in my dreams...

cobalt, that was pretty depressing
we all have hard times that are stressing
times when we need gods blessing
But shit just piles up, the weight starts pressing
counting the days till it ends, only guessing

Ever have a friend take her own life?
leaving her boyfriend in a depression of strife
when he wants to end it too with his knife
his wrists are right there and he could join her
but im holdin him back, crying with my hand on his shoulder
sayin "it'll be alright" when it wont, shit like that's a personality molder
it changes you, your someone your not
but you press on anyway, givin all that you've got
Tryin to avoid your own devil cus hell is hot
when you really wana die and rot

She was a nice girl, whyd she have to leave
takeing her own life with drugs, leaving us to grieve
its just something I cant conceive.
its too hard to believe
she was a good girl with a few problems
but the ass holes at her school put her in a mental asylum
she wasn't crazy, she just wanted someone to trust
she felt she had no one and it was just
too much

she left a hole in a hearts the size of a man hole
as we lay down the flowers next to her grave stone
we tried to move on, and I think we're getting better
but the one thing we cant do, is forget her.

Based on a true event in my life.

R.I.P. Hannah

So I guess red team won team battle?