There Will Be Blood- ATS Rap Battle

a reply to: highvein

Oh my god Becky, look at this putz.....

(One breath,try to keep up)

I'm not a fanatic I'm a rap addict,
I hear a beat and I attack-it,
Listen to white-noise in my attic,
Cuz this white-boy brings the static,
I come hard, orgasmic,
Grab your hard hat I don't wear prophylactic's,
I'm the ecstatic enigmatic pragmatic rap romantic,
While your erratic spastic crap raps get retracted and redacted,
My verbal gymnastics are doing back-flips,
It's a fact-kid,
Slacktastic M.C.'s get ripped and clipped mad-quick,
No guts no glory My life story is your Fan-fic....


*Gasp*

Gotta quit smokin'...

Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

You sound like you got your lyrics at an auction,
Straight outta compton? Pfft, straight outta options.
I throw bombs and napalm til your rotten in a coffin,
I keep going none stop, your all but forgotten.

Your doing back flips,
I flip the script and serenade.
You don't wear prophylactics?
Your going to get hearing aids.
I'm ripping it up with switchblades and grenades.
A renegade on a crusade, a jack of all trades.

Humbly,
Highvein

a reply to: highvein

rotten in a coffin

I crawl out the casket,
With a southern drawl wearing an ascot,
You think your a stupor-star,
Your just a mascot..



I'm feelin' it I guess I'll go all out,
Three blunts and a case of Guinness stout,
I'm freaking sturdy,
And when I'm drunk I get wordy,
Then I speed up my words-G ,
Like I'm in a hurry,
I unleash flurries of blows like snow,
Y'all eyes blurred while my craft glows,
And my shaft grows,
Bro,
Slow your role,
You've been warned and told,
You act up
you get a tag on your cold toe,


Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic




Meanwhile your gettin messed up
Dressed up in a vest, that's just too much.
Your not going to a prom, that's so juvenal.
Your getting embalmed, for your own funeral.

With your catnap rap it's a struggle to stay awake
So I tape strap your trap with burlap to muzzle your face.

Your not ready for this tussle.
I hustle with muscle like a great ape,
You can't escape your fate
as I reshape your landscape.

Go big or go home, I'd throw ya a bone
but we all know your to slow with that missing chromosome.
So I sit back, relax and drop my homophones
A class act all the way as I say when in Rome.


Humbly,
Highvien

a reply to: highvein



In the garden bro, I'll hit you back later tonight



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: highvein



I'm a go-ahead and use and abuse your beat,
You over-slept hit snooze and lose to the meat,
When it rains it pours and I come down in sheets,
I bring pain to your doors I'm pleased to meet and greet,
Leave blood on the floor and bodies on the street,metaphorically speaking,

I may be real high but I'm not tweaking,

In real life I turn cheeks and keep reaping what I sow,
I watch my garden grow,
It's where I hone my flow,
Each row,
Is a new road of code and prose,
Our levels are not close,
Awe... F it...
Love ya Bro,

Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

The return of Mike Stivic,
an epic derelict who can't spit so he quit,
just sit and listen for a minute,
I'll make it quick before I kill it.

Since you've been gone
I've grown
and sown my own.
Roamin post after post
I roast you pigs to toast your just ghosts.
Living a hell I created for you
I intrude with voodoo for the win
and you lose.

How do you cope? I don't know.
Your a joke who gave up and just broke.
And now your back on the ski slope
I-roll-an-avalanch-of-snow-on to you dopes.
But your right though,
our levels are no-where near close.










Humbly,
Highvein.

originally posted by: highvein
a reply to: Mike Stivic
I intrude with voodoo for the win
and you lose.

Click play



Stivics rap clinic is handing out coupons and groupons,
But craptastic M.C.'s get pooped-on,
So you should prob'ly move-on...
I'm counting coup on you and your pouting crew,
All two,
Counting you,
Two drooling fools slamming mountain dew,
And no clue how we moved through the venue with no sound,
*Tango-down/Voodoo-one-confirmed/Oscar-Mike*,
These-clowns/in tutu's-done-get-burned/ by Monster-Mike,
Trust bro, I don't do this for stars or likes,
You can't break loose,
I keep these bars tight,
My soul glows,
And even though all roads lead to Rome,
You can't follow where I go,
My flow is like hollows to your dome,
Followed by screams and moans,
Cyber stivic powered by memes and clones,
takes heed of the overflown with dreams of owning homes,

Smokes trees and pulls weeds when there overgrown...



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

I think this is one of your best.

Well done.

a reply to: highvein

Wow, thanks Bro!

That's one of the things I love about this thread, we rip each other but there's an underlying respect we the participants share.

Much love Bro!



Sincerely,
~joe

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: highvein

Wow, thanks Bro!

That's one of the things I love about this thread, we rip each other but there's an underlying respect we the participants share.

Much love Bro!

Sincerely,
~joe

Quoted for the truth
you raise the roof, and that makes me better.
From my first crap raps to the last
its a blast to try and pass
the class you teach for free
not just for me,
but anybody
will'n to act like a villain
and improve their kill'n with skill'n
which is so damn thrill'n that it chill's chill'n.

lol. See. I can't stop now.

Nothing but respect for ya Joe.
I always look forward to your skill.

Humbly,
mike

a reply to: Mike Stivic


My reply will dismiss this guy who cries like a bride with no wedding night.
Excuse me while I slide Stivic to the side and satisfy with this bonafide.



Your clinic is now closed.

Any cynic with a limp gimmick
clearly knows you broke your elbow
trying to blow your nose, there's no hope.

It's alright though.

You tried to hide behind
your tuff side
but I decide your end
and when I condemn
you can't win
you can't stand
the heat from me, ya see,
I can release you from your misery.

If it pleases me.

I go where I want to go
I walk bold through your toll road
your bars are a bad joke
I'm the water that you can't hold.
The air that you can't breadth
it freezes free speech
so complete, believe me
You don't even wanna see.


Humbly,
Highvein

a reply to: Mike Stivic

Echo, Tango, Charlie
Stivic down for the count the ground comes quick as you look around
and see me tree sturdy, nite-nite comes very early for an early birdie.

I think you've peaked at waist deep in waste as deep as s***s creek and proved your skill
to be weak just to speak frank-ly.

Just wait'n around for some clown with a pronoun to respond to my-none sense with some other cents
and since I can't win any way I decide to stay and crotche some curtains for certain persons that
needs some privaceee. No what I mean? I guess it remains to be seen.

You talk about your flow but it's to slow and you know you can't hang with this main vein
it's made of pure gold and your not strong enough to claim my soul.
You can't even reach the table to get my bowl cause your so below,
and thats a hard row to hoe.

These are the crumbs I leave for you to eat
There are things that your not meant to see

Like the difference between a winner and a loser
no interference or preference
I play fair cause I choose to
mopping up blood off the floors with the pores from scores of you dudes.


Humbly,
Highvein

Well done,

I'll hit you back tomorrow, I had company, I drank, I don't want to embarrass myself....



Respectfully,
~meathead

originally posted by: Mike Stivic

Well done,

I'll hit you back tomorrow, I had company, I drank, I don't want to embarrass myself....

Respectfully,
~meathead

No problem, I am just messing around and thought I would post.

Humbly,
Highvein

a reply to: Mike Stivic

I'm a machine it's automatic
and just like that I'm back at it
like a rabid rabbit tearing up cabbage
an acrobatic meth addict going through the baggage in your attic out of habit.




Humbly,
Highvein

a reply to: highvein

That was not only short and sweet,it was also fantastic

Loved the multi syllable match ups..bars like that I don't post here..they stay in the notebook (i have pipe-dreams of selling them)..sad but true you guys get my leftovers..

I know I'm a few days overdue,I've had a lot of real life stuff going on,I promise to hit you back soon bro.



Respectfully,
~meathead

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: highvein

That was not only short and sweet,it was also fantastic

Loved the multi syllable match ups..bars like that I don't post here..they stay in the notebook (i have pipe-dreams of selling them)..sad but true you guys get my leftovers..

I know I'm a few days overdue,I've had a lot of real life stuff going on,I promise to hit you back soon bro.

Respectfully,
~meathead

Thanks Man!

I was at work messing around and it just came out. That is a great idea of writing them down. I never thought about selling them.

If your leftovers are any indication I don't think you will have a problem selling them.



Humbly,
Highvein.

a reply to: highvein

Blood for the life of this thread.


'in one breadth'


I'm better than Batman I'm the Grand Master Rap Pope
I open with the pen
for the win and in my opinion
I come quick with quick quips
that abuse and bruise those
who read my lips, like confused souls
that don't know when they're being worn in the cold
like coats on hoes doing lines and try'n to rhyme
like the Pope with the Most Dope.

a reply to: highvein

Damn,
It's so-sad,
Your gathering your go-bag,
Sourcing my bolded vocab,
while I'm dropping molded M.O.A.B.s,
Man....
way to go-chad....





I'm choking-herds of broken-nerds,
Your jerkin nouns and groping-verbs,
I'm toking-herb,
Pissing on you soaking-turds with my spoken-word..

The tympanic mechanic,organic praying- Fantis,
I'm nervanic ,I get pedantic , schooled in atlantis,
Arguing semantic's,with you asthmatic- slipping two-face Janus ,
In-a-panic tripping shoe-lace fleeing from the satanic preying-Mantis,
The spitting sanguine savage,
Does not languish or live lavish,
Just living the dream with no baggage,
I run you over after running you ragged,
It's boot camp I'm pissing on you maggots...

So listen up you bundle of sticks,
Tucking your twig with limp wrists,
In a gold thong and a pinkish wig,
Smoking dongs like a British cig,
Plus,
all you dudes wearing spandex,
I'm not being rude,
I'm not a prude,
I'm just,
Well,I'm not into man-sex.....

Respectfully,
~meathead