Anyone wanna battle a new breed of an MC in recovery?

[HdoubleODeezy]

Note:
If you are tripping or otherwise known to be paranoid dont read this verse.. and if you do please don't memorize it, it'll eventually contol an aspect of your life..
ahh fuck it, it might take some time to sink in but go ahead and read it (your choice).. here it goes.

Here's me starting off, anyone/everyone respond/battle back and ill get back to you if you give me enough time (depends how often I come on the site, been gone for a while and ain't that into drugs anymore, used to chill in Other Drugs. Now its more about proving what im capable of, instead of what drugs are capable and or what THEY are chemically made of.)

(START VERSE)

Crack musics whats writtin,
Dope words that im spittiin,
Flow towards, come towards, move more towards in my vision,
Invision when I'm winnin', Precisional rhyme spittin',
Words hit you critical, You hear 'em your mind's spinnin',
It's pitiful time killin', This mental on grind feelin',
My lyrics will have you twisted, and feelin' your spine peelin,
Subliminal mind villians, Will kill you in time,
Stealin' parts of your thoughts, Bits and pieces of fine brilliance, AS IT STARTS:
It always starts before it ends, In this case it was over before it started..
The verse I just dispersed will leave you mentally (your word here).

(END?)

Fill in the blank. Think you know what the last word of that was? There's many that'll fit, but I bet it wasn't the first one you thought.

Keep in mind this wasn't a diss, just a freesyle to see if anyone wants to step up to the plate, and so I can claim myself as bluelights top to dominat rap battler, any opposition that steps in my way will win or win in another way.. should I go back and re-write what the fuck I say?

Your turn..

8(

 

[HdoubleODeezy]

C'mon over a hundred views and nothing back yet?
I'm hoping you're all out there with a pen and pad trying to write something terrible to say back to me, but just cuz it's tearable doesn't mean you've got what it takes to rip it.
Or maybe YOU do, this is positive negative reinforcement at it weakest. I could do better but it seems to be that I'll be battling myself once again..

(START F.S.)

Every word I think and write is poetry,
Emotion is like the world in me,
75% of it is water, now here's the key to spoil it,
Let that shit flash boil, now I'm like an explosion to be,
If any of you think you're illuminated, some of you just woke up,
the rest of you are still just faded,
Thinkin you can see in the dark with a light dangling in front of you?,
I am the dark, admit your wrong,
Before I put up a fight, and add a couple of right-- hooks,
Speakin of hooks and light danglin' in front of your face, you're and angler fish, hooked like just another fish in a bucket,
What a discrace,
Or maybe you're still out floatin, in the deapths of the ocean,
Don't care where or what you are.. just know imma expose it,
When brought to real light you're just blinded,
Real-life will leave you blind-sided,
So just step up be a fighter and fight it,
Life is just another game to me,
Right now it's me versus me, stay tuned to see who the REAL winner will be..
Till then you can all just drop your mics,
And pray to me 'cuz I give you another night to write-
A comeback, and if you don't- than don't come back,
'Till then, i'm sure we'll meet in the darkness again, I'm the darkness within,
And word to the fact I just bodied myself,
And wrote myself off without even touching a pen..
Someone else gonna jump in?
Or is this the..

(END?)


I'm not trying to get people to diss ME in general, it'd be hard to do since you don't know me.. better best left that way.
I'm just trying to let people feel free of being held down by something that isn't really there. I know there are some of you who can rhyme sick in your heads but when it comes out it's like jibberish and you forget what you had planned to say, with practice you can overcome that.. I did it, and the more sober I get the more clearminded and better armed with rhymes I get.
This is to the hope that some will realize you're more than a "fish in a bucket".. I'll stop here for now, I hope at least some of you get the message im trying to say, till then..
Have A Good Day

 

[floatingaround]

Note:

It always starts before it ends, In this case it was over before it started..
The verse I just dispersed will leave you mentally retarted.

(END?)

Fill in the blank. Think you know what the last word of that was? There's many that'll fit, but I bet it wasn't the first one you thought.

Keep in mind this wasn't a diss, just a freesyle to see if anyone wants to step up to the plate, and so I can claim myself as bluelights top to dominat rap battler, any opposition that steps in my way will win or win in another way.. should I go back and re-write what the fuck I say?

Your turn..

8(

Yo fuck face, you act like a duck mate
That got hit by a truck, then dicked by 5 gays
You tryna mentally scar?
I'd knock you out while using gas with a dentistrys mask
Your right mate, crack music is what you've written
Humpdy dumpdy wasn't even as cracked as the crap in what your spitting
The reason there's one hundred views and noones wrote nothing back yet
Is your a gangsta wanna be cunt, that looks like a retarted fucking fagget
The only reason I'm responding to your gay little chat diss
Was because I'm bored on a Monday and I felt like a practise
You say "stay tuned to see who the REAL winner will be"
Mate, you've been battling yourself, and fuck your writtens are weak
But your right in saying I am "out floating"
Cus I'm floating around the ocean in a million dollar boat bitch
While your sitting in a tinny wishing you'd never spoken
Starving to death, rowing, trying to fish for your dinner kid, but your fishing lines broken
But at the end of this, when it's all said and done
Your that "fish in the bucket" that I de-gutted then chucked.

Batttterrrrrrrr uppppppp!

 

[HdoubleODeezy]

Yo fuck face, you act like a duck mate
That got hit by a truck, then dicked by 5 gays
You tryna mentally scar?
I'd knock you out while using gas with a dentistrys mask
Your right mate, crack music is what you've written
Humpdy dumpdy wasn't even as cracked as the crap in what your spitting
The reason there's one hundred views and noones wrote nothing back yet
Is your a gangsta wanna be cunt, that looks like a retarted fucking fagget
The only reason I'm responding to your gay little chat diss
Was because I'm bored on a Monday and I felt like a practise
You say "stay tuned to see who the REAL winner will be"
Mate, you've been battling yourself, and fuck your writtens are weak
But your right in saying I am "out floating"
Cus I'm floating around the ocean in a million dollar boat bitch
While your sitting in a tinny wishing you'd never spoken
Starving to death, rowing, trying to fish for your dinner kid, but your fishing lines broken
But at the end of this, when it's all said and done
Your that "fish in the bucket" that I de-gutted then chucked.

Batttterrrrrrrr uppppppp!

First I wanna say the "Mentally retarded" answer was wrong it was supposed to be "restarted"..

(START)

You fed off my words, in order to try to diss me this time
Second chance to do it right, now ill diss you off your rhymes
I ain't a wanna be "gangsta" and deffinately not "cunt"
You try to gas me? Im flames bitch, I'll burn off your front
Half of your face and hit you with somethin that's blunt
Right in the mouth, knock your teeth out, know let's see what you be bout
Your gonna need that dentistry mask to cover your grill
Your grin will be so ugly lookin like a crashed up DeVille
I don't care bout your million dollar boat or yacht, when I tear up your ship up will it be afloat or not?
"Batter up"? Better gather up, grab up all your "homies" so you can all get eatin at once by one lonely MC
I don't even like baseball, besides the bat that I use to..
Knock you out the park, Not the field man I mean the one for kids in pre-school
Time to learn you respect, if you can't learn it than earn it, if you can't do either than hell you don't deserve it
You can pretend to be cool and full, like "Im not starvin"
Well it's lunch time yo, Im hungry and im lookin to chew up somethin
It's worth my time to teach you now to stop frontin
You be in the club with your crew probably bumpin
A few lines, that I ghost writ a few times for rappers who needed a line cuz they were stump-ed
You ain't got all that shit that you battled bout,
I could stop now and just say im outtie,
But honeslty you don't know shit about me,
I'll never give up, even if you do have the balls to cut the guts out me,
You'll find nothing inside just an empty shell of a man,
Than you woke up and saw you were looking in a mirror being held by your own hand.

There ain't no disrespect and I know you don't mean to cause harm,
It's the rap game spectators so come on and jump on,
It's fun to do, just a way to play with words, follow along,
But if you meant that shit personally asshole than it's on,


(END)


Mods: Please note this is how it goes and it ain't a real "fight so to speak" it's all in fun, for me at least.

BTW, Pretty nice freestyle for just being bored. Same reason im doing it too lol, and for practice.
We can keep goin and hopefully more people will jump in. But if that attack rap was personal just let me know.

Round 2: You start this time. (If you wanna)

 

[floatingaround]

All for fun mate, nothing taken personally.

Firstly, I don't run with a crew, I reside in Australia
I'm just one dude, whose come through, to bust you, with your mums shoe, while dating her
A dust broom, in a class room, a brass screw
screwed into the roof looping your neck in this tight noose, I'm hanging ya
Truth is, my multi syllabol rhyme schemes are killing you bro
Yeh your writing good lines, but really how'd skilled are they though?
You couldn't learn me respect, nor would I even need to earn any man...
By the looks of how your writing things fool, it's fucking clear to me you probabaly didnt pass school
If your hungry, then order lunch, I'll come to brawl and punch
and stuff laxatives, opiates and disassociates into your order bra
Then follow you into the toilets to watch you fall then start
Shitting yourself, tripping, overdosing all at once
Take your ass up to the morgue, I'll douse you in fuel, strike a match then shut the doors and run
Of course it's all for fun, and to me it's normal stuff
Hell, I'll come back to the morgue in 2024 in march
Then drop your jaw four floors before your falling once
HdoubleOD messaged me last night, pleading for me to wait to reply to his last rhyme
He admitted he hesitates when writing his bars
like "hey float go easy bro I'm handicapped and I'm half blinde"
Easy mate, I can ease your fate
but leave no peace on your face, like rolling peas off a plate
pleading for me to wait, for him to return online so he can reply like he thinks it's even race
Eezy got played in the HOOD, and it's all GdoubleOD GOOD, still an uneven game

 

[omnipresenthuman]

Both of you guys ride dick lopsided like Harry Potter when he's high chasing the snitch in Quidditch,
It's ridic-ulous how quick-witted lyrics perfectly eviscerate the total of your miserable corpus,
Deposit your bodies in matching ditches only once y'all's corpses are fully cremated,
Belated, wasted, sedated, I've taken the combined stash of the drugs you used to have
And blew through the entirety like Johnny Depp did his character actor shit in 'Blow' -
Fuck Penelope Cruz to soothe my soul thrown under the bus like Ken Kesey on the magical one,
I got the 'right stuff', blunted enough that Tom Clancy couldn't even hunt for me on infrared,
Again, I guess I'm dead because I don't got a pen, repetitive except that rhythmic triplicates inflame
the trichomes of my dusted off joint,
And yes, clearly I'm on point like the Mayans in another aeon,
I think I'm in for a trip, quipped all this hallucinogenic morass that infiltrated my staggered vision,
Puzzles ain't pieces, they're just code for the discombobulation of this current spectrum,
Aquarius aged itself out of Madeleine L'Engle's Catholic dimension whilst I constructed tesseracts by the cartload,
But fortunately I'm on one, wrote the rote manual of crack, and these motherfuckers assumed I needed Biggie's permission,
Please ease up off your imaginary microphones and hang yourselves with the cords that resonate my verbally vocal taunting y'all

 

[HdoubleODeezy]

Good someone else jumped in,, look what i starded. I was the first one out.
I'll come back for the winner.
Now you two can go at it.

 

[floatingaround]

Omni, are you serious bro?
You come in here and it's clear your delirious yo
I can't even make out which of your lines rhyme, there scattered as fuck
Like your mangled wrecked body when it smashed into a passenger bus
By all means go ahead, come and have a crack at me boy
But beware a savage attack is what happens to toys
I'm really too tired and couldn't care less
I'm just writing this to take my mind off a fucking nuisance
That line wasn't even directed at anyone here I promise ya
It's directed at this fucking mutt that resides up in Florida

 

[omnipresenthuman]

first of all, I will just say in my defense that my lines are SUPPOSED to be complex,
floating around in flotsam and jetsam, you don't belong in the underground - YOU'RE JUST TOO DENSE,
Standing on the mound, I release my balls to multiple bases like a professional pitcher,
Hounded by weaklings, I think that the OP officially be a bitch, smiley
Emoticons don't amount to shit since I already lit you up with the slimy cum from my dick,
Get it? Multi-syllabic spit dribbles off my lips and you think that it's for your benefit?
I'm not battling to play against someone who just starts up a thread to jerk off to by their intimate lonesome,
But, at least, it's clear to me why your lines don't go past the margins,
Retarded and scarred from all y'all remedial classes you still reminisce on how I came in both of your mothers' asses while you watched me harass your avatars that you got on internet sub forums...
And you're still trying to formulate that I'm sub-par?
When the complicated aspects of my multifaceted personality got you sticking to the subway just to avoid me, pah?
Nah, partner, you got it all wrong,
I'm involved with Don Corleone just to inflict numbness via my wit on live records,
Writ large like God in the Old...go figure, I don't even remember that shit I was about to reference.
Fuck it, let's get intoxicated and ram broomsticks up into the original poster's cum-filled orifices...

...(^ those are my lines. This is just me talking). and by the way, yeah, it's clear that we have different writing styles. You have to say what I'm writing aloud for it to make sense with the rhyme schemes and everything. And I'm definitely not interested in any actual battle-off for a 'champion' between 3 people on Bluelight. I'd rather just trade off a lot of verses for fun. If you're not game, I'll just start up a thread of my own. Peace.

 

[HdoubleODeezy]

Omni, youre always talkin bout broomsticks like you know I've practiced at Witch-craft,
talkin bout shovin em in-an-ass, but really your a master at which-craft?
after you get hit with boomsticks, only broom youre gonna need is the one to sweep up your ashes,
face it youre after the OP/MC who claims to-reign-supreme to anyone who would try-to-team,
up with someone just to beat me, at my own thread if we aint game, you say if we don't like it you'll start your own-thread,
iight than..go 'head,
then you can feel what it is like to be the one with rhymes aimed at yo' head,

started this shit so could've-ended-it, but i wouldn't, cuz i'm gonna break your words apart till you regret that you-said-it.. then,
after your worlds gone imma attack your dreams that you're livin-in, it'll suck when you realize im for real and not just kiddin',
been outside all day shovelin, my family out of a foot of snow, i come back online to see a wanna be rapper battling in my thread again?
you gotta be dumber-than-dumb, you want it than come-and-get-some,
my rhymes may not-be-to the com-plex-ity as yours claim-to-be,
but honestly im typing this with one hand,
broke my right one and im-a-righty,
so im doing this with the wrong one and it still-is-tighty,
basic-ally, what im trying to say is that i am litter-ally,
battling you with-one hand behind my back and the-one,
im using aint my good-one, so im taking it H-double-so-easy on you, is that all-righty?
you sayin shit like me and floatinaround are bitches?,
that lit the wick right there,
imma male-man, for real tho you're a female-man,
weather rain snow sleet or hail-man, ill deliver this shit.. im like the mail-man,
lookin at my rhymes like-this-aint-fair-man,
im lookin at you like-i-dont-care-man,
look at my profiles location, i am a-nightmare-man.

 

[HdoubleODeezy]

No one's battled back..


It looks like THEY hung it up with the mic cord that was mentioned,
Fuck a broomstick? Nah, heres a noose prick,
Loop it 'round your neck, and then you'll feel the tension,
Bewteen me and you,
I mean "you" as in plural,
Cuz lifes a bitch and so are you,
Hence you two are girls.
So in other words, ill fuck ya,
Just like i did the world.


Get at me.
EDIT: I cant make it easier than that to reply to.

 

[HdoubleODeezy]

I've got schizoaffective disorder,
So my schizo's fully effective,
You'll get killed, slit throat and just fuckin neglected,
All my personalities and paranoia's are just vicious,
I'll fuck your wife, side chick and probly your mistress,
Even if ones pregnant and having fuckin contractions,
Cuz im ignorant, arrogant, and dont follow directions,
I get lost, in the ho whos bout to have your baby,
You beg me to stop, i pause, grin and just say maybe,
When i finished, i looked back at the actions and reflected,
Bout how i screwed you, your babies mom, and now you feel rejected,
You're just a rap reject-kid, But don't feel bad,
You've been had, cuz I told ya at the beginning, I'll be the only fuckin one that's winning,
Cuz when i fuckin assault you with my rhymes im thinking reckless,
What the heck's this, I rhyme and get no responses,
Bout to say f this, take the BL battle belt and just put it on bitch.

-HOOD

 

[HdoubleODeezy]

Lord, God, "why does no one bother to rhyme or batlle with me?" is what i wonder,
Guess its cuz its like fillin up cups while tryin to keep all the water in the pitcher,
I suppose it's pointless and hard, like being color blind and dyslexic trying to fill in a color-by-number picture.

I can spit shit so hot it makes fire feel good,
So i guess ill burn you more than a lighter could,
So sit at your computers and read me like a book as if you should,
But at least attempt to go at me like a real fire fighter would,
I guess im all alone in my world, the HdoubleOD, HOOD.

 

[Lost Ego]

I started a freestyling thread like this before. I'll post in it so you can check it out.

You think I'm just an ill rhyme spitter
But you don't realize I can kill rhymes quicker...
Than you and you can't feel my litter
You turn me into a baby sitter,
A belittler because your bars are basic
You talkin but you ain't sayin shit
You can't fuck wit my lazik
Read my rhymes and you might go blind
Get off my dick before I blow your mind
On my tyler durden shit. Tell the bass to hit me as hard as it can
That shit don't phase me, ye im the man
The beat talks to me, on another level
I get chills as I turn down the treble
Walk like a villain and talk like a rebel
Get high as an angel while I dance with the devil
I go hard like metal so don't you try and meddle
Or you'll get popped like a kettle

 

[Max Power]

Super Nintendo
Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke,
Man, I couldn't picture this.

 

[Papaverium]

I know I didn't write this one on the spot, I typed it up a while ago, but I feel it is suiting for this thread...
I'm no rapper, but I love to rhyme in writing and the flow is so fun, maybe one day I will learn to freestyle... after I master beatboxing ;D

"Quick lips spit sick tricks,
a mix of linguistics and rhythmic ticks.
As the tongue flips,
you've gotta keep the flow,
don't let it slow,
no weakness to be shown,
when you're all alone,
holdin' the microphone,
reach the right tone,
the perfect pitch,
don't be a bitch and let the other fool win.
This game's about swift wit,
and comebacks fit to embarrass the shit,
out of your opponent when he's sweatin' bullets.
He knows it,
he's toasted,
there's noting left to expose'em,
maybe just his clothes then,
but let's be a little decent and lett'em keep it,
because walking home from this battle still won't be a secret.
With those eyes tearin',
like he couldn't think of any lyrics,
to interfere this nasty rap with uneducated disses.
Just make like a banana,
split,
and possibly slip,
due to lack of ability to hold your ground on the instant,
Maybe next time, you'll be gifted,
and imagine a rhyme that would come remotely close to mine.
Don't be shy when the spotlight shines,
but until then, I say good-bye.

~As the mic hits the ground,
a split second after the beat dies. ♫"

 

[HdoubleODeezy]

^ nice.. i wrote a pretty decent rap yesterday morning BUT i really have figured out there are a lot of people on the internet who prey on our own ability to rap and steal our shit, our only proof it is ours is the timestamp on this website, but who'd take our word for it over someone well known? From now on im saving my good stuff and will only freestyle on this, or any other site. I really do write them as im going and that may be why i seem like im going in circles at times, just rapping about one lingering thought in my head.. but that's why its a freesyle and off the top of the head, it's really about what's on the top of your head and the ability to rhyme those words (or try) in an instant. If i make a mistake its ok, i could really give two shits. the only thing i do if proof read it before i post do to speed typing and the messed up spelling i sometimes do due to that. Same when im writing. But i keep it as it is written and if someone wants to point out the flaws in it and battle back than i use those pointers and their own words against them
There's a secret to keep (oh wait im online, am i giving too much away?) lol i don't care ATM.. i wish everyone had the ability to do this shit, it's theraputic to me in a way.

Keep stuff coming people, but save your premeditated raps for yourself, NOT saying they aren't good. They are.. but be careful what you share.. remember this can be viewed by ANYONE. And i of some people know what it is like to share a good rap and then hear someone else take the credit for it, even on other battle sites.

-HOOD

 

[Papaverium]

I save all my good stuff on my fb page just incase (Faerienne Fayblz if you wanna check it out lol)... I should back it up onto my external or a dropbox though :/

but....

I used to have a paranoia of people stealing my poetry,
but I stopped caring you see,
In fact, they will never know the feeling of being free,
and the satisfaction of laying down a sick rhyme from their own mind,
Just simply plagiarizing something someone else did one time,
how can they even try lie about what's been spit from their mouth,
and defy what was just recorded and doubled out?
But whatever, I'm not stopping, if someone wants to copy my talking,
they can try but they'll never learn to fit the shoes in which I'm walking.
Cut and paste is such a waste when one can drop a flow at such a continuous pace.
Those who merely take will never win the race.
So for the sake of this battle, I'll lay down a freshly contemplated statement,
nothing premeditated, or buried in the ground and ancient.
Just wait around for the next MC to drown,
and you'll see who'll be the one wearing the crown

 

[DETROIT*edm*JUNKIE]

the bluelighter assassin,
he's colder than Alaskans,
he's higher than the aspens,
cuz he's snorting up the aspirins,
while he's sippin on some captains,
gettin weirder than the jack-sons,
man you fakers only stack-ones,
im in Detroit doin crack-runs,
robbin churches, ya i smack-nuns,
spittin versus, ya my track thumps,
snortin glass, call it speed bumps,
twerkin ass, ya she got humps

 

[DETROIT*edm*JUNKIE]

i spit bars like Xanax,
im deadlier than anthrax,
wake up caked in blood,
now you pussies need a tampax,

im smokin on butane wax,
o's flippin like flap jacks,
guns buried in mud,
think im bout to relapse,