Basically all you do is post up a punch, wordplay or anything else that can be incorporated into a battle. By doing so I hope that new comers to the game can get a good understanding of what it means to "battle" on the net, this can also help rookie rappers increase their battle skills.


You could cut me at my ankles but still won't de feet/defeat me

Got fi-ya SO HOT, ya' names' IRRELEVANT
your style STOVE TOP, so I break Ya' ELEMENTS !

~ '1 ~

(not sure how this works nd wat da rules r cause im new but ill drop some now)

im never hesitant
the cypher president
ur just a resident
of this rap
but man
i am this rap
so i can slam this crap
around the block
and i wont stop
selling ice like im da cold shop
fuk the stove top
ill make the cold, hot
ill make this mould, rot
whats de-feet
when i reap the weak
and i can beat
all week
like im a beat box
when i write i make the sheet hot
i know u plead
for me
to stop.


tell me if i wrote 2 much, for me 2 know 4 next time...

yo i was about to roll my joint, made an account on this to spread the meaning of my point, go to the pub n i drink ten points, uv lights n beams of fire make this bright light far from my desire, your on the roads passin out shit flyers, im known on the streets like mick myers, i got more grip than michelins like tyres, new raps i konspire to bong n get higher spit sick shit n turn it from wet to dryer, im never tired you gotta take your car back because it was hired so you gotta return it start a new life you need to learn it head of my joint i burn it like i was gonna churn it roll it again and turn it but its not worth it you rolling in the dirt quick your jaw im gonna hurt it murk it slew it confuse it disfuse it ellude shit move through swift like i got a new bitch i will make tunes bitch never no room snitch remember the rules dick because im gonna make moves wich determine the exact precise time of the max next night that finds an alight child burnin from the lid tight behind like he seeked but could never find this mind shines bright like star in the universe that you can only see one night but never tonight the dismissal proposed disorder for four ballers trying to record us never taught us just got presents n brought us like a life thats cordless link up to the brain that was thoughtless whenever i ryhme i torch dust to make it crush to next dutch not big fat or butch but just lust enough to touch patience is the key dont bother to rush thats me out bout to smoke some shit up, peace

i really dont understand what to do
so i will wing my way through
do what i do
i'm a nazi, bake you like a jew
fuck this, tha franchize is confused
but i'mma keep on spiitin
straight out tha dome, unlike u cuz yours was writtin
you gotta be shittin
me!
you think you a G?

i got beef with ery body and anybody if you aint in my
click then you just a nobody ill take your shawty
make her suck my lolly
and make her yell gosh golly
i dont give a danm if her name is molly or polly
when im done with her shes gonna be a some body

lol just stuff off my head

i like critizim it only makes me better so hit me up with w.e ya digggg

lol...read a dictionary and get ya vocab better.

Who you tryin' to fool, we can see your all fakes
You stand out like coke couriers at customs with the shakes!

D yu dont really want beef/
defeat me u'll need Uk versus me/
BlacK IcKe nigga do yu kno wat dat mean/
keep talkin wild and yu jus might see/
sicker den da disease wen it hurts wen yu Pee/
Damu nigga fitted gotta P/

ur rhymes are old and fragile they needa b polished
or to get rbuilt n fixed n dropped by an actal author

nah nah nah.........
YOUR ryhmes are ol' and rusty they need to be polished
if you dont make sence bout shit we call u a play ground atrist
and if my fiction was pulped you'd be Marcelious Wallace
gettin your chocalate pacced with nuts call u a whatchamacallit

i roll with 2 45's like it's quarter to three



i be taking out blocks like jenga!

i'm surrounded by all this fresh meat like a butcher with a clever
and the end process leaves me standing with a pizza hut pizza
cut your body up and take your soul like the reaper
while you spit more shit than a fatty on the john
and the only people who likes your shit is your sista and ya mum
no one else will listen
now everyones counting on me to finish off the mission
as im headin on a colission course with death
so don't stress coz in then next two seconds the shotty will levae u in a mess
like a can of mortean elimanates a pest
so get your own rhymes and stop stealing shit
or im coming back and you'll get ya fucking head split

my grammer gets better by the time i forgive but dont forget