messenger

sounds good to me. it would also be good if dude as in cool could set up battles won battles lost info on members profile. i think that would realy encourage more people to battle and people would battle harder in the knoledge that it will permenantly be on ur profile like a record. ive also seen on sites where people vote for there favourite emcee of the week or month, which if won is also added to ur profile, dude as in cool feed back please, can u set any of this up,

my historys a mystery, missery nah bad luck, or at least it is to me, see it was hate that made me, i did a wrong in a past life and god never forgave me, or maybe im a blessed kid, being tested, subjected to hate, too one day be acepted, i sometimes feel protected, i feel a presence around me but reject it, see i expected life to be worth living, the earths spining and were willing to keep sining, the devils wining and grining as were sliping and falling victims to hate, but im thinking ill wait before picking which side i choose too take, maybe its too late, maybe ill be better off leaving it up too fate, ill keep sining and let judgement wait, one day well all be judged, but pacs right there is a heaven for us thugs, so raise ur cups up, and scream we dont give a fuck, live life to the fullest well be judged when were judged, but live without fear, theres a heaven for us thugs, i almost became a athiest, when my mother fell victim to a rapist, the court said not guilty, judgement, shit he escaped it, god i thinlk ill judge u, i hold a grudge or two, if we do meet u might find im fucking punching u, u want me too live life like a good christian, listen son, fuck that u only get one live so im living one, shit this begun 24 years ago, so taking my lifestyle into acount ill be lucky if ive got another 24 years to go, in the eyes of a child a parent is god, or so i hear, maybe thats why i can say i hate u with no fear, lifes a long road a learning curve, but i took a perverted swerve hit the curb and started turning words into my own judgement, living life and i fucking love it, one day well all be judged, but pacs right there is a heaven for us thugs, so raise ur cups up, and scream we dont give a fuck, live life to the fullest well be judged when were judged, but live without fear, theres a heaven for us thugs, there is a heaven for us, acept its not heaven or hell, its a place where [ill finish this tomorrow got to get some sleep]

IM BACK IVE HAD ANOUGH OF THESE FAGS SO ITS TIME TO DUST THE MIC OFF, CAUSE THESE KIDS TELLING FIBS AND THEY FUCKING FIGHT SOFT, AND IM LIKE A CROSS, BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND A JEW, SEE IM EVIL BUT CLEVER AT STACKING CASH WHILE HATING U, AND UR RAPINGS RASH, UR AN ASS AND A FAKER TOO, AND THIS IS FIRST CLASS, WHAT MONEY MAKERS DUE, SO TAKE UR CREW, GO JUMP OFF A CLIFFE, SMOKE A BLUNT IF U WISH, TO HELP U GET COMFORTABLE WITH THIS FIST, CAUSE IM SICK OF FUCKING SHIT SPITTERS SO QUIT SPITING, AND QUIT GETTING, UR LIRICS FROM OTHER LIRICISTS, ARE WE FUCKING CLEAR ON THIS, WELL IF NOT THERES A SECTION IN BEATKING CALLED BATTLE IF U WANT, IM INVINCABLE, THE UNSINKABLE RAP PRINCE, BEEN KNIG OF THIS RAP SINCE MY FIRST WORDS AS A KID. AND I DISSPURSE FIRE ON EVERY VERSE, FUCKING WITH ME UR GAURANTEED TO GET BURNT, IM A VERBAL FUCKING ARSANIST, HARDLY MISS, INVESTED MY HEART IN THIS GAME, SO NAME ME HEARTLESS. this is not directed at anyone on this site. and didnt realise caps was on lol. just felt like writing this came to mind. let me know if u like

spent 6 years in college training as a electrician, with qualifications i expected my life to be in a better condition, i worked 4 jobs to fund my way through, and by the end ide invested 10k too, srimpt and saved to by all the tools i needed and a van, give up everything and everyone to suceed in my plans, my business took off for the first six months i was top of the world, had money a beautifull son and a loving girl, my world was perfect, 6 years of hard work and sacrifices but it was worth it, but then the recession hit, and chewed and bit my business into shreds, in the short space of a month i lost it all and bank acounts were in the red, i was weak and didnt handle the situation aswell as i could, everyone that said i would never make it i prooved wrong, but now it felt like everyone was laughing at me but i acted strong, tried to find a job sent out 800 cvs, but all companys were firing not taking on employees, all my savings were gone and i was falling into deep depression, my relationship was falling apart, she was constantly stressing, i dont know what i was thinking , but i started heavily drinking, deeper into depression i was sinking, you see i grew up with nothing broke, and knowone in my family ever became someone they were all a joke, so it was my mission in life to be someone, to do something, and i gave everything i had into a business that resulted into nothing, i felt like i failed myself but more importantly i failed my family, i was so close too ending it all , suicide sadly, i had no choice i had to go and sign on for unemployment benifits, and i remember as i left i was crying i couldnt understand this shit, i couldnt believe after all my hard work and comitment this is what it had come too but i had too do it ,i had too swallow my pride and get some income for my son, and i couldnt let them see me cry im supposet to be the strong one, but the thing that actualy destroyed my relationship, is the fact that i couldnt acept that i failed, i was obsesst with sucess, blinded by it, i wanted the old liam heart back but i couldnt find it, if i could only make u realise how hard it was too acheive what i had acheived by the age of 21, and too have it ripped away and destroyed by something u have no control over, none, it was soul destroying and i was broken i had fallen from the top with a hell of a drop, i lost everything , my son my girlfriend my family my friends my respect and pride, each day i was drinking crazy there was nothing left inside, im only 24 but i wish i could show the horror story childhood god had already given me, so if shattered dreams is my destiny ide rather he just gets rid of me, u see ive seen child abuse , ive seen my mother raped, ive seen alcoholic cheating beating fathers ive seen poverty,ive seen death ive been in gangs ive dealt drugs ive used knifes carry guns u name it ive seen or done it, u hearde of hell well my lifes from it, but i managed to brake free from all this and become a better person, only to realsise either path for me isnt working, so god please tell me whats next, now u know why in most songs i write that im looking forward to death, son i love u so much and im sorry for failing u, wish i stayed with u, but i promise i aint gonna fail in raising u, and im praising u as the best and beautifullest son a dad could ask for, and its u who im getting myself back on track for, i think any man can become sucessfull and powerfull in life, but it takes a great man to come from the darkside into the light, and for u there is nothing i wont do, this life ive seen u will never go through, the rest of my life is now devoted to you, i know the rhymings not great, but i needed to get some shit off my mind even if it is just a little of lots of feelings ive been bottling up for a long time. i dont care if u like or disslike. this made my shoulders feel lighter just writing it.

u know what cracka i aint gonna diss u on this one. i like this one , nice hook. and diversity, diffrent to what ive seen from u so far, anyways i like it. credit where its due.

the only heat u packing is the lighter in your pocket, the only street that cracka seen is sesame so stop it, me against u is like obama against bush, talking like a g but aint never seen a hood, ur a stereotipical bitch that believes rappers have to be gansta, nah ur just a tipical bitch ull eventualy be dead or in handcuffs, the big bad cracka from the big bad streets, with a big bad gun and some big bad beats, bet u thought with ur lame gangsta shit being signed would be a right ease, cracka news flash for you n.w.a. broke up in the ninetys, your talent aint ryhme check the calender cracka it says 2009, so rethink ur style or i dont mind just keep learning from mine, but this isnt nursery ryhming okay playground boy, u aint got a gun u playing around with playground toys, i think someones a little jealous, come on cracka u can tell us, your dissliking, the fact im prooving ive got better writing, and what ive written has got this bitch tripping, scratching his chin thinking, how can i diss him, how can i diss him, well cracka listen, ull never see or have ever seen the life im living, but it takes a weak writer to always have to sing about things that hes seen, wheres ur creativity wheres ur originality, how come all u talk about is how tough u are and guns, wheres ur personality, always the same old shit just named a diffrent name, cracka packing the heat cracka runing the game, its lame, try a little diversity at least once son, try writing a verse without threatning to shoot someone, u think stating how many guns u got means truth, i think ur degrading rap music, a fucking fool. fuck you. u know me as nameless yeah no name, and i know u as gameless mr no game,

this is the most fun ive had on one of these sites in a while, the fish just keep biting

i think we both know we can ryhme big words but ur not providing the content, my balls are harder to scratch than it is to show u up liricly. my famous line for u cracker is, grab ur pen and pad fast cause class is now in session.

after what i just writ about u do u realy consider that to be a worthy reply, im still laughing at u, and ur response prooves ur weak

the big bad cracka, or is it kid grabber, hede rather malest kids than be there father, yeah thats right i read ur file. dont u think u should tell beatking ur a pedofile, think well just smile, i read ur bio, i know ur messed up, but is there a need to touch little misseys chest up, i know ur daddy raped u, i know he video taped u being raped by uncle tim and aunty may too, but thats realy no exuse is it, the big bad cracka tell me how is it, to feel daddy penatrate ur shitter, happily demonstrate the lip splitter, does this hit a, raw nerve, then ask urself is this what little missey deserves, did insest infest ur ring ? yes. okay but dont bring this too little princess, here meet my friend josef fritzl, i think youll like him hes into the same shit your into,

personly i think ur fucking weak as fuck, ur a piece a shit so im fucking speaking up, u need to shut that little bitch trap of urs, ur rap aint yours, ur that climidia ridden shit that leaks out of the back of whoures, shit like u just needs a good flushing, so u can dissapear and be forgotten like that same verse ur gushing, u fucking faggot, no talent just a fucking maggot, ur a kitten trying to sit on the lap of a king, a pathetic prick trying to sing, the big bad cracka ohhhh im fucking shivering, ha ha , not with this weak shit ur delivering,

u know i writ this out and spit this out in about 2 minutes. and i know uve been on here cause i checked ur profile. so im sure ur sat at home with a downloaded copy of my spit writing ur reply, its called freestyle battle for a reason cracka

im back did u miss me , ive been off smoking crack in the disstance, im feeling disstant, quess its time to slit my wrists again, ive been drinking for four days now so lets get pisst again, god are u listening, come and take me now i feel ready, these shoulders still feel real heavy, will u acept me, im thinking not, but im thinking up plots as im drinking these shots, and im sinking please stop me im crashing, shall i keep slashing or attack the next pratt that i just happen to bump into, and lunge into his lungs with this blunt blade, and in one day throw away my life for fun in a dumb way, see lately the skys always black, and i thought after last year i was done with all this crap, but now its come back, so shall i sniff a line of coke again, goodbye messenger, frozen must of spoke again, here he is i cant hold him in, the darkside returns hes no stranger, if i let the heart die theres no danger, freezing, frozen old wounds are weeping and still slit open, rate my ryhme nah im gon make u hate these lines, take my time as i rape ur mum and make her mine, but rapings fine aslong as u kill all witnesses, keep that bitch slowly choking until her life finishes, diminishes, so please join me in hell, theres a seat saved for me, ill be waiting there for u with a cheesy grin,

okay cracka, im gonna attack ya first, cause u a fucking bitch that should of been gagged at birth, ill take a stab at u first then u can lay down ur prewritten, bitten verse, see with this weak shit ur spitten it aint me ur kidding, ask urself how will ur face will look with teeth missing. so please listen, making u deceased is this weeks mission, where im from we aint writing fake ryhmes yes we live them, it was a bad decision that u invisioned u could beat me, my verbal rythem flows like im throwing punches like bruce lee, yes ur a pussy and im willing to give u a fucking, tell me how does it feel to realise that ur nothing, and u can keep causing me, chucking me little disses, i dont give a fuck , im worth ten of u so ill hold my finger up and blow kisses, and this is, ur chance to dance with me here on beatking, but speaking honestly how can a pussy beat a streetking, ur a disease to this website, and im the cure, ur a bitch craving dick but aint been fed right, a fucking whore, so call ur friends up tell them to give u 5 votes, but i know im better than u so i wont, see i dont need too proove nothing too a prick like u, ive met bitches all my life that are dicks like u, so heres a fuck you and a fuck off, thanks for coming but uve already lost, there u go 22 bars

this is directed at u cracka. i wanna battle u, ur probably the best ive seen on this site so im looking forward to this one, i dont know why ur writing bars that seem to be aimed at me, so lets have a battle u can get it off ur chest,

whos this directed at

who is this directed at. cause youve come and veiwed my profile and its my posts that are most recent. So get gone you betta dash ill terminate yo ass If we clash you is trash n i spit like a titan Quit ya writing it aint excitin it s known that you are bitin All yo shit that you claim to have spit from yo brain Or experienced from pain that came down like rain But it is so plain for my plain eye to see ur as fake as can be False flaggin like a faget i aint never claim a gang N you always talkin savage but your lame to the game Whats up mane do you need a dollar or 50 cents Im a lyricis wit no collar unlike white 50 cent So my content is explicit some really crazy sick shit Im not a fucking hit wiz im just tellin you how it is

keeping laying shit in rate my ryhme that i know is directed at me. lay ur shit bitch 22 bars first to 5 votes wins

eminem fucking canes it on this track . the rest are second best. drake is fucking good thoe too

check this tune out. very good.

anyone fancy a colabiration, lets get atleast 3 emcees together come up with a hook and each lay a verse. i got something good in mind, anyone up for it. clinton cash i know ull be up for it. let me know . well put something together.

some of these bitches spitting getting there knickers up in a twist, i got skill sicker than hitler killing jews and this is, a message , ill bruise u bitch, choose and pick carefully who u battle with cause u gon loose with this, im through with the slow approach, so take notes as i aproach to verbaly slit ur throat and make u choke, born in a storm and raised rugid, and when i write my public like, yeah they love it, so if theres something to say then just say it, lay it, on the table spill something, but today and tomorrow ull still be nothing, im in touch with this raping, true talent, but u acting yes u havent,

always glad to get feed back glad u liked it

i realy wish that sometimes in my ryhmes i was lying, i wish i didnt have the life experiences that im writing, i wish i hadnt seen the things ive seen, and wonder if i didnt what sort of person ide be, they say life is just one long road, but i think i drove off at a wrong turning, and now ive got lost and im yearning, to learn if theres a meaning to all this pain ive seen, is this a dream and one day will i wake up, surely i dont deserve this, but then again i would rather live my life than switch it onto another person, i dont wish my life on nobody, but isnt it funny how the cup always seems half empty instead of half full, i quess its down too a negative attitude, but im stone cold emotionless, and the only time i seem to speak, is with pen and pad in hand or a mic and a fat beat, so im abusing music as my own self psychology, honestly im using music to abolish the unpolished me,

uve died, uve left me, i miss u uve blessed me, i bet ur happy now, up there where angels soar, cause no one can hurt u any more, no one can beat u ,cheat u and hurt u no more, im sorry if ur dissapointed in me, i know ive strayed, but since uv left it seems each day is grey, mum i miss u , and i blaim myself, i know its stupid, as if i could cure cancer , and if ur wondering the answer is im still writing music. but these days it much darker now, but i buried L.B.D. and i call myself messenger now i wish i could control the world and bring u back, ide end my life today if i thought it would bring back, i would take the cancer from u, and endure the pain that u experienced in the last year of ur life. but u were so strong and always stayed smiling, but i knew deep inside agonising pain and tears were hiding, and ill never forget the last words u said with ur last breath, and i will fullfill all of it until the day of my death, i promise u this. but the happy thought for me aslong as i can wait, is i know u will be standing with open arms at the pearly gates, mum i love u, half my heart is still missing, ill whisper this in the wind i just hope ur still listening.