There Will Be Blood- ATS Rap Battle

a reply to: tadaman


I'm like a prediction thread,
About your whole crew,
You know before you click it,
It's all doom and gloom,
I look around the room,
Overcome by cheap cigars and perfume fumes,
My specter looms at high noon,
Like Q's Booms over news rooms Holding up carpets and sweeping brooms,
Eyes wide open like I been eating shrooms,


I'm the Monolith inspiring you obtuse baboons...




Respectfully,
~meathead

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: tadaman


I'm like a prediction thread,
About your whole crew,
You know before you click it,
It's all doom and gloom,
I look around the room,
Overcome by cheap cigars and perfume fumes,
My specter looms at high noon,
Like Q's Booms over news rooms Holding up carpets and sweeping brooms,
Eyes wide open like I been eating shrooms,


I'm the Monolith inspiring you obtuse baboons...

Respectfully,
~meathead

I don't mean to be mean rude or crude, but your rap lacks an attack, like it is coming from some 90 year old white dude.
So sit back and relax and enjoy, just chillax, while I rip your lyrics to pieces because it pleases my inner demons.

You've no idea, about the killa.

Your raps have been bottled and sold, forgotten, untold, which brings back to mind...hmmmm.. 90 years old.

The curtains raise-as-the audience prays, for your salvation, but nay, I stand in your way.
No escap'n the pain that drains your will as you go insane when you learn it's to late to complain.

"Doncha know-I still have-faith-in-mankind*?"

"You lay slaughtered-by scars that-reveal, your weakness-defeat
on the-battlefield."

I see your-future-in-front-of-me, as I-stand-over-your-body
and-weep, for-your helplessness-drove-you-away-from-the-Truth,
which-is-Consciousness.

This is a great thread

I have enjoyed reading this thread more than I thought I would.

a reply to: zosimov


Great thread by a great mind.

I don't mean to be mean rude or crude, but your rap lacks an attack, like it is coming from some 90 year old white dude.
So sit back and relax and enjoy, just chillax, while I rip your lyrics to pieces because it pleases my inner demons.

You've no idea, about the killa.

Your raps have been bottled and sold, forgotten, untold, which brings back to mind...hmmmm.. 90 years old.

The curtains raise-as-the audience prays, for your salvation, but nay, I stand in your way.
No escap'n the pain that drains your will as you go insane when you learn it's to late to complain.

"Doncha know-I still have-faith-in-mankind*?"

"You lay slaughtered-by scars that-reveal, your weakness-defeat
on the-battlefield."

I see your-future-in-front-of-me, as I-stand-over-your-body
and-weep, for-your helplessness-drove-you-away-from-the-Truth,
which-is-Consciousness.

Your glancing blows are floating,
To high or to low,
You keep swinging and missing,
Your to slow,
My scars are reminders,
Of packs of defeated foes,
Your strapped down wearing blinders,
While the rats are eating your toes,

My words are bullets,
My mouths the gun,
You nerds reading booklets,
Get pounded like drums,

I'm tyrannical,
My mechanical tortoise lays siege to your fortress,
Maniacal,
I chop the heads of your forces,
turn the skulls into torches,
Just to burn the headless corpses,
then proceed to scorch your portraits,
I don't chop trees son,,

I burn orchards........



Respectfully,
~meathead

BTW
Welcome to the killing fields.

originally posted by: Mike Stivic

I don't mean to be mean rude or crude, but your rap lacks an attack, like it is coming from some 90 year old white dude.
So sit back and relax and enjoy, just chillax, while I rip your lyrics to pieces because it pleases my inner demons.

You've no idea, about the killa.

Your raps have been bottled and sold, forgotten, untold, which brings back to mind...hmmmm.. 90 years old.

The curtains raise-as-the audience prays, for your salvation, but nay, I stand in your way.
No escap'n the pain that drains your will as you go insane when you learn it's to late to complain.

"Doncha know-I still have-faith-in-mankind*?"

"You lay slaughtered-by scars that-reveal, your weakness-defeat
on the-battlefield."

I see your-future-in-front-of-me, as I-stand-over-your-body
and-weep, for-your helplessness-drove-you-away-from-the-Truth,
which-is-Consciousness.

Your glancing blows are floating,
To high or to low,
You keep swinging and missing,
Your to slow,
My scars are reminders,
Of packs of defeated foes,
Your strapped down wearing blinders,
While the rats are eating your toes,

My words are bullets,
My mouths the gun,
You nerds reading booklets,
Get pounded like drums,

I'm tyrannical,
My mechanical tortoise lays siege to your fortress,
Maniacal,
I chop the heads of your forces,
turn the skulls into torches,
Just to burn the headless corpses,
then proceed to scorch your portraits,
I don't chop trees son,,

I burn orchards........



Respectfully,
~meathead

BTW
Welcome to the killing fields.

Your words are bullets? Your mouth is a gun?
Your mouth's more like a toilet, and I've got the runs.

It's start'n to smell, your trying to spout,
but your mouth is so full, nothing comes out.

Here it comes, almost done,
paper in hand, it was nice knowing you son.

Well this has been a rush, I look down at the mush,
I calmly say Shhhhh as it's time to flush.

Highvein.

Thx for the welcome.

a reply to: highvein

There's no lack of unskilled hacks,
with cracked backs piled up out back,
And you slack.
So it's no trouble to add you to the stack,
your rhyming about poopy and crap,
while you fap,
I'm bridging the gap,
serving up real rap on tap,
You fall off then get lapped and slapped,


I called off the hunt your already trapped..



Respectfully,
~meathead

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: highvein

There's no lack of unskilled hacks,
with cracked backs piled up out back,
And you slack.
So it's no trouble to add you to the stack,
your rhyming about poopy and crap,
while you fap,
I'm bridging the gap,
serving up real rap on tap,
You fall off then get lapped and slapped,


I called off the hunt your already trapped..

Respectfully,
~meathead

F$ck it, I’m outta my league, but I’m loving this battle... MS is tighter than Dick’s hat band and he’s leading through the 1/4 post...c’mon, highvein and kick it into high gear and dust this colt’s ass into the can....if you’re really the man.

a reply to: BeefNoMeat

You made me

Thanks bro!

I'm hitting the hay it was a long weekend and I'm shot, I'll respond tomorrow evening.

Night gang!

Respectfully,
~meathead

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: highvein

There's no lack of unskilled hacks,
with cracked backs piled up out back,
And you slack.
So it's no trouble to add you to the stack,
your rhyming about poopy and crap,
while you fap,
I'm bridging the gap,
serving up real rap on tap,
You fall off then get lapped and slapped,


I called off the hunt your already trapped..

Respectfully,
~meathead

I'm kick'n straight out the gate
while you hesitate and debate
you want to participate, but you show up to late.
But wait, you can always regurgitate the masturbate.

Unless you hate the aftertaste of body waste.

Highvein.

a reply to: BeefNoMeat


lol. I'm trying man but MS is a word smith.

Highvein,

One breath...


Your stomach churning pastor is nauseous with his back turned,
Ignoring your Black burning bones being picked by my attack birds,
I get the last word on vast herds of mass murdered basterd's like kraster,
Your blouse and jeans tattered screaming like a queen before the slasher,
stabbed with a shard from the mirror shattered,
As The crowd gathers,
you swing from the rafters and I cackle with laughter,

I been here before and I'll be here after...



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic


Dear Mike Stivic, you exhibit cryptic lyrics
unscientific to physics.
My legacy is mythic
legendarily prolific
To be specific it's horrific,
you become a paralytic,
in just minutes of my visit.

And I think it's just terrific.

HV

a reply to: highvein

The talented and gifted linguistic mystic Mike stivic
Delivers palm thrusts and spin kicks to you the insignificant idiot invalid,
My style is "Preying Mantis Dives in",
Spin,
Elbow to your gut back hand to your chin,
I win..

You can keep mimicking my flow like a parrot,
I'm 24 karat While your style deserves demerit's,
You lack the skill it's apparent,
but I'll give you this,


You got spirit...



Respectfully,
~meathead

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: Grambler

Look out!
Grambler's having another bout of spouting out diarrhea of the mouth,
Rambler's wife is starting to pout she's not proud and having doubts and ideas about fleeing south,
See,
you try but can't mimic the talented and gifted Mike stivic,
I'm running clinics with liquid verbal pinpricks,
Bringing funky funny limericks for all you dim wits using my dip stick as lip stick,

Now put that shoe on cuz that shoe fits...

Respectfully,
~ meathead

Seems I reused a line...

My bad..



I knew I should have went with

The verbal gymnast Mike stivic,
Goes the distance in the rap Olympics..

Oh well...

Respectfully,
~meathead

Ps

Going to eat dinner I'll try to get back after jeopardy is over..

a reply to: Mike Stivic


Here's a few for you to choose
as you chew your food and pursue
the Panda's kung fu.
I've battled Zulus in Puru
while you peruse voodoo on youtube while still using Yahoo.
You think its taboo that I undo all that you are use to,
and treat you like Napoleon at Waterloo.
But I've got news for you,

Don't choke on the cordon bleu.

originally posted by: Mike Stivic

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: Grambler

Look out!
Grambler's having another bout of spouting out diarrhea of the mouth,
Rambler's wife is starting to pout she's not proud and having doubts and ideas about fleeing south,
See,
you try but can't mimic the talented and gifted Mike stivic,
I'm running clinics with liquid verbal pinpricks,
Bringing funky funny limericks for all you dim wits using my dip stick as lip stick,

Now put that shoe on cuz that shoe fits...

Respectfully,
~ meathead

Seems I reused a line...

My bad..

I knew I should have went with

The verbal gymnast Mike stivic,
Goes the distance in the rap Olympics..

Oh well...

Respectfully,
~meathead

Ps

Going to eat dinner I'll try to get back after jeopardy is over..

Doesn't matter. Those belong to you anyway. Use them as you see fit. Enjoy your dinner and show.

a reply to: highvein

I'm coasting no brakes downhill,
rolling into first place with skill,
Your just a snowflake who chills,
cryin' in a safe space,
trying to save face,
Popping pills....

I'm giving highvein migrains,
Bold, in my bi-plane,
Eating mold grown on rye grains,
The maverick Dive bombing trains,
Is Wreaking havoc On your supply chain,
I'm playing mind games,
You were supposed to kick ass??

Really?

What's your time frame??




Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

Eating mold grown on rye grains,

MS expanding the consciousness with the tightest lyrics on ATS!

Bravo, sir!!

a reply to: Mike Stivic



I uncage the rage
pop goes the 12 guage,
Your last days are spent
like minimum wage.
A monument to condiments,
you spread like mayonnaise,
Turn you into a garment,
b*tch I can crotchet.

I always amaze as I do things my way,
throwing bombs and face palms,
better than John Elway.

I don't know whats worse,
the verse that you rehearse,
or the curse you can't reverse,


which is me driving this hearse.

a reply to: highvein

Click play then read...












I'm still in the Thunderdome,
Still crackin' backs,
Still on my throne with a microphone,
I'm still the Mack,
Still making moves,
I still got the knack,
Still sticking grooves,
I'm still killing tracks,

I'm legendary like the Beatles,
your just evil,
Sharing needles,
Infecting people ...

Scabs like scarab bites your straps to tight,
your Throwing fits in the night,
fighting the white light,
with all your might,
When i take flight like a kite,
and catch visions like third sight,

Your Queen gets Rooked by my Knight..




Respectfully,
~meathead