Battle Cypher

My name is Darren, call me D.RUDE. I be Flippen' that shit, spitten' and makin 'ya think. Rippen' and slingin' that sling. You listenin', diggin' it. Explicit, exsquisit, ya' can't miss it. It's thumpin' it's beatin' it's ringin'. We ain't singin'. We bringin' dope shit that'll make you invision and listen. You shake and you quiver 'cause his beats make you fear 'em. The river gets bigger and bigger. When we sail by you we give you the finger. Remember the weather, 'cause it's yo head that we seber, forever, can't rip this 'cause it's made outta' leather, light as feather, etc. I'm watchin' you listen' and pissin' them britches, yeah i'm dissin'. Ya' eyes wide open, you ain't even blinking. I turn more heads than Abraham Lincoln.. Bitch.
-DCP

[quote="ViKNoTiZE"](not sure how this works nd wat da rules r cause im new but ill drop some now)

really im never hesitant
im out for those dead presidents
out to chnge my zip code and residents
its only evident, ya girls seducein, boosting with they lips
out for the power, gold clips, rubber grips, hollow tips
im use to taking trips//
overseas , i oversee from oversea and back//
i got that motivation and lust they lack//
im out for them ill europeans, schemin and dreamin for a BM//
those people phony, backpackers roamin, those animals got me
like nikes, foamin
homesick, so sick et phonin home and
this flow poent to great civilization from rome and

I'm least likely to be elected
New to this house like Obama
So I'm o'bomba house
Leave body parts, beards missing like Osama
Bring the Drama Ill bring ya bixch period with no coma
On the corna' holding my nuts ready to pull the llama.
See the goons on my block done lost they daddy and they mama so we adopted by carjackers, killas, hustlas and robbers. Distant cousins to them mobsters, street code keep us from wildin' /transport, Varizano, Brick City to Staten Island. Yeah So Big Blass Bricks, my name took me. No rookie, strictly cash upfront full deposit when they book me. Big Blass Bricks

I'm headed to the movies, my chick pushin my truck, Meek banging in the back ground "real nigga Waddup"
Real nigga know real niggas real itchy fingers on triggers , now we listening to "face down" In Mid town my old playground 40 Duce time square Where whoes used to get loose, this freestyle coming to mind frame pockets thicker than ass implants on a Straight Stuntin Dime Frame Blassingame Blass for short nigga my name, you niggas raps gay, is this a fucking "crying game" ? My girl got for my birthdayyy A big booty from from the city boy, so if its "2" like them "Chains" then that's 4 sets of "titties" Boy!!! Shout to my Shawty for that Minaj! Lol!

I'll spray yo whole fucking house up and make history.
Got the police thinking its a mystery.
My bars go so hard you dont even understand.
Yeah i can talk shit to ,so make a stand.
I'll wrap yo girl up like a wrist band .
Then fuck her up in the ass make her expand.
Yeah you got a point but , yo head is saggin
Dirty bitch stank so hard yo hoes is gaggin
My bar go so hard yo's is laggin
You startin to feel like Bilbo Baggins
Yeah you need to go back to school let class begin
Yo bars are lame they belong in a trash bin.
''it wasnt me " then yo ugly fuckin twin.
Im done here this is no competition.
You cant rap so I can go back to my mission

Street Slayer? A gay monk from Tekken with Feminin Behavior.
You rap like the new marriage laws, you make the Streets Gayer.
My raps strapped like 2 AKs to Blaze Ya, you show up with dead batteries in a Taser. You say you major but couldn't get signed if you stole beats from Major Laser, your a major failure, a disgrace to that bitch that laid Ya dad and made Ya!
Now Wait A....
Fuckin minute before I finish, did this nigga rap with Lord of Rings in it? Listen Bilbo you ain't Baggin no chicks, the only Precious that you claim is some raggedy fat bitch.
And the Winner...
Who the fuck is this beginner?
Somebody get a dress,
I just battled Kaitlynn Jenner!
BigBlass

What kind of name is BIGBLASSBRICKS.
You still stuck sucking fucking dicks.
They call me Street Slayer,cause every time I come I take niggas out.
When i get with yo bitch they call me Street Player.
When get on yo turf they call me Street Mayor,cause I run shit.
Broke bitch can't afford a work permit,you cant win you cant spit.
Little nigga cant rap,you wouldn't last second against me.
Come on turf kill all yo niggas killing spree.
While you at school winning the spelling bee.
Better yet at college still getting yo third degree.
Found you at Walmart just now getting a color TV.
You ain't the real Street Slayer sit yo ass down fagot
See me on the ballot I'm running for class clown.
yeah I'm still rapping you on the ground.

See me on the street you know I'm higher than the menu...
Can't defeat the rap game unless the rap games in you.
This ain't even my best barz it's just my hobby.
I fire so many shots you thought I was in the Nazi.
I block yo grip,make you slip like hockey.
Man my rap is flaming like a bag of Takis.
What's the matter dog...you think this is funny.
I hop to the money like the Easter Bunny.
I make it rain on yo parade got yo skies turning gray.
Puff my cheeks up spitting bars in yo face.
You tried shooting for the stars but the moon was in the way.
Money is the issue Dr.Phil is on his way.
I'm laughing at you niggas like it's April Fool's Day.
Rappers looking hungry...when's it lunch break.
I'm aiming at you niggas like it's....Dooms Day.
Ill trow a grenade through yo front door while you trying to pray
Man I'm done with you bums you can pack yo suit case.

I'm bout to get on Swifty911,stop rapping this my zone.
Get out or I'll beat you with a fucking bone.
Broke bitch can't afford a fucking loan,tryin to copy me,fucking clone
I am the rap god come sit on my fucking throne.
Stop right there cause I feel like something bout to happen
Stop rappen you ain't Busta Rhymes
Got enough rhymes to get people through tough times
Got enough time to stop people doing tough crimes
Shut the fuck up bitch

Allow me to introduce myself... Big Blass (name) Brick (City I Claim) now if you that Lame and claim you never heard of Newark streets, stop rapping right now you've become obsolete. Your raps don't mix like red necks and fags, have your cities taking you down like them confederate flags.
Your raps stank like old ass, call the ambulance on this emergency broke ass, who brought tokens to a pole dance. You sound like a bitter woman, for me this is just a hobby, "somebody come get this bitch she was roofied by Bill Cosby". There's no other like you, cause like tied tubes your STERIL, plus you couldn't Get Hard, look like a stunt double for Will Ferrell, With an ass full of Gerbils. I'm a go puff some herbals while this homo figure out which bathroom half girls go.

Big Blass