Three Verses

B

Bud Bunner

Guest
got cats that fight with weapons put guys in heaven
like a flight in time, flying back to nine eleven
they die in seconds, i just wanna live life like beckhams (im rich *****!)
but depression fuels aggression when my lifes in session
i call this mic oppression, blud my integestions ****ed (why?)
i been eating emcees just to please and interest my gut
that girl in the pink dress's a slut, i think its cyril (maybe)
**** it, she can suck on my nut like some kinda kinky squirrel!
im a pit bull, i hit y'all like six licks from a pistol (brap)
spit sick and spit missiles...from brixton to bristol! (Uk!)
no thats not where i live fool! think imma rap my address? (nah)
i kick back with the cess and yes i only to rap to impress
rapping in jest still you cats put slash in a test
you rats are like pests im ****ing working hard like practicing sex
slash is the best to ever spat bits of his text on tracks
like dre when he raps, ill put cats neck in they laps
or was that jay? (Erm?) perhaps, anyway lets stay on the track
the way that im dragging heads that got wrecked with an axe
repping the pack called ill upon a rival and we flow lyrics
no gimmicks, choke critics, show spirit, its no image! (Yeah!)
man im so finished ive got no minutes left to milk it
infact i prolly have cos slash is the best at guilt trips (yep!)
i steal ****, end up keeping it cos id made you feel guilty
but like heterosexual tramps im straight filthy

im incredibly sick ill turn up at your wedding at spit
about how the night before i was bedding your *****
oh you already know who said that ****? im deadin the snitch
breddas limbs in seperate bins severed head in a ditch
and i could be desperate to itch my trigger finger
but some guys aint into guncrime, let your living linger
but you aint lucky, isnt a winner, were lettin you rot
whilst we take the rep that you got till you beg to be shot
then ill feed your legs to the dogs, the hell hound
my litercys written in calligraphy specifically to leave u spellbound
you a well rounded emcee yep you got no edge on me
instead of beef you should head for peace indefintly
ill inevitably win punchlines to the chin leave you a vegtable
being beat hard till you a retard not the veg thats edible
if we ever brawl in heavy duels bring several tools
and bring your squad ive examined your dogs like vets in medicals
and found this pets on pedestals your never be able to reach
your ****ing fables are weak but soon you wont be able to speak
blows thrown to the throat'll disable your speech

you can reap all your dreams when you sow what you want
im the rose in the swamp that grows till its tonk
the type of bloke that hopes to have broke all your bonds
till tears'll leave you pussys wet like hoes in a pond
if what you spoke isnt wrong how come i wrote on this song
with wordplay wizardary to make merlin choke on his wand
im never seen like the pope with a bloke stroking his dong
or a ghost in a thong these rhymes aint a joke cos im on
suttin dope and its strong like smoking joes when there long
doper than the smoke from washed up coke and i want
you to leave me alone or i find the zone that your from
come alone zoned and explode your home with a bomb
clothes blood soaked ill stab your throat with a prong
**** a guerilla unit ill exchange blows with the kong
my rhymes start the fight like monks with a cloak and gong
if hoes grope i respond by giving her a poke if shes choong
put my bone in a blonde if shes fit like a strobe to a mong
have a foes nose broke when punches thrown to his bonce
aint playing with you kids cos thats when you know you a nonce
the way i flow with the fonts has me known as the don
****, this guys white fly and high like a swan with a bong
you show unpopularity in a punchline like mongs at a prom
i drop bombs on the songs then im gone till the next time
my vexed mind has me tearing up pussys like dicks in a sex crime
my best rhymes wreck spines in less time than a millisecond
so lets fight with text, mics, no need to kill with weapons
but you still in heaven cos im ill with efforts in lyrics
takes less than a minute to finish your whole essence of spirit
ill definitly diminish you and dead your gimmick
im throwing darts at your posters to wreck your image
cos when i rep im wicked and if you read my lyrics
id pop eyes like popeye after he ate the spinach
i test the physics of gravity with the weight that i bring
you might have a jeweller making a ring caked in the bling
but jay is the king, you can hate but you aint saying a thing
cos you sound like a crowd of gays when they sing
blades'll scrape on your chin so saying your playing to win
is kinda like meeting rik waller then saying hes thin
im fly like god gave me a wing, **** im great with raps
**** punches the ace got jabs to make your face collapse
everything you say is whack so jay will smack you standard
till you say im phat, with no ones great as slash on banners
my grammers damaging to planets language can crush your manors
whilst you fags manage to tighten more nuts than spanners
****ING FAGGOTS!
 
nice stuff, the majority of your efforts writing wise are towards punchlines, which while being different to my multi-heavy approach, is still very entertaining. I am not a fan of brits using american words though.... ya'll is not cool to use.... not if your british.... also i just saw ur other thread 'open callout' or whatever, u say u havent wrote battle bars in a while..... but all of these verses are mostly non-personal battle bars.
 
yep and there all old verses

my efforts arnt towards punchlines

my basic style is based upon multies...there is normally 3-4 multies atleast in each set of two bars or sometimes little short ones ie...

im iller than george best before death with a four x

etc...

The verses have alot of multies in them altho not very long multies. my basic rhyme scheme is

blabla multi1 <setup
multi1 blabla multi1 < punch
multi1 bla multi2

etc...the awards i won on 2sg were best advanced, best wordplay, best punches, best personals and best multies and best disstrack. So my ish has always been based upon the above even if its a topical.

y'all is just you all - its not american y'all is a shortened form of you all, so when i spit it i just say you all, but faster.

tbh tho this aint battle bars, the first verse is random ****, the second is more battle type and the third verse is again just random ****

i might post some deeper ish soon

p.s check the jayz ghostwriting for jay on still dre reference in first verse...;)
 
Last edited by a moderator:
yeh but alot of people didnt know that he wrote it...people that arnt specifically hiphop fans.

Ive got some audio up but its all really old material...recorded with a mic worth less than a can of coke.

soon ill have better recording quality
 
i know your proud and all that about winning some forums best<insert generic title> but ive read it in your posts too many times now, wouldnt i be easier to just put it in your sig.....
 
mc.majik said:
i know your proud and all that about winning some forums best<insert generic title> but ive read it in your posts too many times now, wouldnt i be easier to just put it in your sig.....
Click to expand...

it was relevent to the discussion, you said my **** was punchline based, and yours is multie based, when i had a few multies on every set of two bars, i also have verses on this site that have no punches at all.

p.s if you go onto google and type in rap battle forum it was the number one site, had 25,000 emcees at one point, so it wasnt just some forum. But, **** it....i mentioned it to show the point that punches arnt my focus - all technical aspects are, but some verses have more focus on one technical aspect...thats just how it happens.
 
i understand that, however, if the site is so great then go back there and stop posting here, and if the site isnt running anymore stop all the boasting abuot how great it was,its unimpressive and quite tiresome.
 
it is running, but all the advanced emcees got bored and left.

me being one of them, its gets boring with the same emcees, same standard, same battles over and over again
 
Three verses steep green hearses in sheen worthless/
Like bling hurting you stingin worse in wounds/
Than salt in a papercut the size of three dudes merciful/
Enough to not punch you directly in the sternum, too/
Nice to not slice your skin with three dirty words/
Like razor blades from their mouth they pull a blaine and be self murderous/
Can you hear the whispers of the dead ancestors/
Like asian legends you samurais should be called blade catchers/
Pin cushions for arrows that gonna blot out the sun/
"You gonna fight in the shade?" Well then the battle's begun/
My spear rings out as it streaks through the clouds/
Seekin you out like you a beacon and loud/
Come the cries as the tip pierces the eyes/
Of those blind enough to stand before my spear and then die/
Slack brains bring lots of madness in the streets/
Of a city fallen to Angels but the devils still creep/
Through the sewers and marshes surroundin the cobbled ways/
Carts rarely pass in the blackness of these days/
But rise my legions stooping armor of gold/
A legendary force more than armorless solders/
They invincible, blessed by the grace of the Skies/
They fight with blades of spirit still instillin their lives/
With a fervent cry for the goodness that strives/
To live on in the zealous face of haters and lies/
Snakes slither relentless under the carriers of my chariot/
But my lightning bolts strike out as I cry "Let the light carry us!"/
It's scary the prophecied vision of the future/
This was just a fabrication from the mind of a producer.

Hope you don't mind me posting this here, seemed an appropriate spot as opposed to starting a new thread.

Written in about 5 minutes, just a keystyle.

-E.T.
 
of course i dont mind....its cool

i mite drop some newer **** since these were old keystyles

this tracks for all the writers rhymers and producers
and even though teachers werent providing for students
were providing the movements to bring the uk scene forward
although the uk scenes tortured so movement seems awkward
but if your good help to stop the scene being slaughtered
by guys that wanna control your writes and be the authors
cos government officals in britain are hating the riddums
saying good riddance before they try changing the writtens
from safety of a base they hidden but control everything
your souls the only thing you hold which theres no meddling
they think we all peddling, they need to take a look at rap
and stop thinking everyone in a hood and cap swaps books for gats
i mean look at slash, ive never made threats with a blade or knife
but i might metaphorically say that ill take your life
cos when jays on mics ill let my emotions show in lyrics
if im angry i might let it show whilst i flow for minutes
then finish, or maybe im just displaying my lyrical rhymes
wordplay catches your mind instead of showing my physical side
ive got a spiritual mind and believe in heaven and hell
so bury me with my pen and maybe then my records will sale
forever ill tell my thoughts through rhymes and beats
i live hiphop, and when i die every mic will bleed
life is deep sometimes evil like him thats sat on hells throne
but why is it controversy and death that make rappers well known?

your brittle weak guys and i cripples beasts giants
grip missiles speak voilent like middle east tairants
i scribble deep science when i spit all beefs silenced
and my crew hold more legends than little greek islands
ill like a virus us pirates cause accidents purposely
nurses and surgeons nervously search through the burgundy
im ready certainly a medly mercenrie thats deadly verbally
ill go back in time just to force feed freddie mercury
 
Last edited by a moderator:
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top