There Will Be Blood- ATS Rap Battle

a reply to: tadaman

Your pinky,I'm the brain,
The Chris Angel to my David Blaine,
Your a camp fire I'm the green flame,
Your circling the drain as I begin my reign,
I'm the acid rain that brings pain to your game,
Your life's a white shirt I'm the stain,
My scythe bites against the grain,
Your Hans I'm John McClain
Your falling off while I'm rising to fame,
You try to emulate, it's not the same,


I'm laying pipe your just laying blame...

Respectfully,
~ meathead

a reply to: tadaman

Here's your blankee before you get cranky,
Mikey has been tucking you in nightly,
Changing your diapey when it gets stanky,
With a baby wipey,
Because I plan on making your mommy my wifey,

That's life son, can I call you son?
Might as well, you have nothing left to run from,
It's not ironic, it's a conundrum,
Like Sanford,
I'll call you son as well as dumb dumb..




Respectfully,
~ meathead

Hear many out here talking but it sounds like frontin
A planet full-of kings who treat they people like nothin

The ego then took over now they claiming to be gods
THE... walks with the poor so they must be frauds

The followers can't see it so they do what their told
And this is why life really seems so cold

Seems so cold
Seems so cold

They lying to your face coz they really that bold

Really that bold
Really that's cold
And this is why life really seems so cold
Seems so cold
Seems so cold

They plotting on more then your life they want your souls
They plotting on more then your life they want your souls

Now maybe you understand why life seems so cold


During life they place locks on like a spiritual abduction
Meanwhile they're the reasons why erry body sufferin

I recognize the judge above so I'm not judgmental
But its hard not to see them like a face full of pimples

Nice rappin with you ATS hope your seeing why its cold
I recommend doing your best now to question what your told

a reply to: Ophiuchus 13

I'm not cold, and I don't fold,
I'm not bought I'm not sold,
in fact I seldom do what I'm told.
I've paid tolls, And been Rick rolled,
Lost sight of goals, and been trolled,
It's different strokes for different folks,
Different wheels and different spokes,
This thread is punchlines and jokes....
Go home or go for broke,

Here.it seems you need help with your coat...



Respectfully,
~ meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

a reply to: Ophiuchus 13

You have no idea how happy it made me to see that smile!

I really am not rude just on this thread,

I'm glad you get it!!

/superdupercybertronicplatonicmanhugs



Respectfully,
~meathead

Here's something that we're forgetting. I feel its real so this must be told.

A-T-S'ers are rough and ready, walking steady and hella BOLD.

We got this rap beat that is complete. Cross disciplined in arts that our gurus teach.

Even our crazies are interesting, professional freaks that we let speak.

That is not to say that we dont hold it down, with data so accurate it speaks foe itself.

We silence fools without a sound. We got forces unnoticed even unto themselves.

The truth works in mysterious ways. ATS lurks in its riddles every day.

We deny ignorance with our ways.

Our good common sense bunks bogus claims.

With due diligence we then inform our brains.

We are the alpha and the omega of conspiracies.

We are research, hard work and community.

Truth as more than a hobby.

Truth steps back into the ring ah
To the music of 'It's My Thing' ah
Got a catapult that's ready to sling ah
What will my mystical lyrics bring ah
Whilst my feet move on the floor like Mr Bing ah
ka ching ka ching ka ching ka ching ah
Got cash but I don't need no bling ah
Can you feel it? I'm ele vating ah
I see ya shiver and sali vating ah
Top of my game, there's no debate ing ah
If you give up, I'm done with the slate ing ah

a reply to: TruthxIsxInxThexMist

Truth steps back into the ring ah 
To the music of 'It's My Thing' ah 
Got a catapult that's ready to sling ah 
What will my mystical lyrics bring ah 
Whilst my feet move on the floor like Mr Bing ah 
ka ching ka ching ka ching ka ching ah 
Got cash but I don't need no bling ah 
Can you feel it? I'm ele vating ah 
I see ya shiver and sali vating ah 
Top of my game, there's no debate ing ah 
If you give up, I'm done with the slate ing ah 

Your kings speech impediment,
Got you squatting in a tenement,
I'm the heaven sent ,
while your struggling to stay relevant,
My ivory tower elegant,
raps stampede like an elephant,
Flattening your flat-liners with visions of death,
Battling you crap-rhymers and settling debts,
Retreat is your best bet,
To preserve what men you have left,
This pyramid has many steps,
And you just haven't climbed enough yet,
You act up you lose your head,
We'll keep your crew as pets,
there's room for your platoon,
In this temple of Set...

Respectfully,
~ meathead

a reply to: tadaman

I'll be that Jesus zombie,
Wearing Abercrombie in Zimbabwe,
Smashing up your pottery,
like it's a hobby,
I got you carbon copies calling me poppy,
Call this thread Xbox I'm owning this lobby,
I'm a hard drive ...Your discs floppy,
Your signals spotty,
Raving about the illuminati,
When the waters choppy you get sloppy,
So it funny you think you can stop me,
Or block me from romancing your mommy...


Respectfully,
~ meathead

I got more time, I got more rhymes. Im sitting still in a Bronx subway line.

I got the chills from piss soaked walls. The bums are reeking of crack burnt char.

Its a struggle thats real as real can be. These bricks hit back. Our streets are mean.

Dont sleep on a snack or you will lose your bread. These villains are slick for those quick to lose their heads.

Dont show your cheddar. Rats see your cheese and youll be enveloped like a letter addressed "return to sender please".

The blades come out like gravity knives dropping. Dont grab for a spoon, you need something with more substance.

In the summertime the designer thugs shine in their whips like thrones in which they recline.

Cologne soaked lunatics decked in gold trying to look fly, with problem solvers on their waists they hold to show for bad times.

Over the slightest ruckus you can hear the crack of pistol pops popping, like this was a bowl crispy cereal served in bad blood, with tons of drug money problems.

Players here lose lives to bad men among us. The game is staying alive without hope in assumptions.

Goons are watchful and careful too. They stay in waiting for an impatient fool.

So bide your time and keep a low profile. Get wise and guide yourself out of denial.

a reply to: tadaman

In the summertime the designer thugs shine in their whips like thrones in which they recline. 

Cologne soaked lunatics decked in gold trying to look fly, with problem solvers on their waists they hold to show for bad times. 

I'm a tough critic in my opinion....

Those bars were tight..

Gotta give the credit when it's due..



Not to mention all the imagery splattered in to the entire piece, And the creative way you made words rhyme that shouldn't. Just an all around solid piece of writing.


Respectfully
~ meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

Thanks my dude. I have to admit, you made me sweat and step up my game to keep up.

This thread is oddly satisfying for me. Thanks for being a good homie through out it.

Have a good one
Hold it down.

a reply to: tadaman


I wouldn't just stab you on the subway and try to run away,
I'd do it in a way that draws no suspicions of foul play,
Or just some park jogger action,
Flashlights leave cranium fragments,
Head cracken with Action Bronson smokin' la,
I don't represent the Bronx but I keep it cracking ma,
It's electric the way your working my third rail,
While clutching my shirt tails.
Grrrrrt grrrrrt in your yogurt..
Then I sojourn,
Pop off wit slow burns,
Neon condoms for my glow worm,
I'm shocked and we know it's tragic,
It's a gunfight and your knifes made of plastic,
Your surrounded by a circle of crass chicks,
Holding cameras laughing recording this ass kick,
Worldstar all-star setting the bar,
Under par while your in the woods taking a shart,
on amazon adding fresh underwear to your cart,
Your rhymes are anticlimactic static,
You only get layed by the crack addict you keep chained ball gagged in your attic...
I been kicking it with Dominicans since 86,
Then headed south to Jersey the city of bricks,
I'm slick the way I mix with the cliques,
Get along with every one including redneck hicks,
I was seaside lounging on the Jersey shore,
before snookie was born,
We took lucky Leo's by storm,
Kicked it to girls escaping from dorms,
I make Ron Jeremy look like a rookie to porn....




Respectfully,
~ meathead

Just a rap double tap to the back of lifes strife. Feel me as I sing to celebrate the ONE fight.

I see with the eyes of rastafari.
I speak in the tongues of Zions lions.

Hear the sounds around me like angelic heartbeats. My guardian angel pounds his chest in rhythm with me.

My spirit drums up something fierce from tribes of heaven. Like a soul violin's strings emit harmonic resonances.

I gave all 3 monkeys back all of their senses. We primates stick together and free our brethren.

The evil I perceive doesnt go unquestioned. I check myself enough to have plenty left to mention.

The evil said or done is rightly scorned and rejected. I make a stand against my fellow mans fall from grace and blessings.

I see with the eyes of rastafari intentions.
I speak in the tongues of Zions lions to mention, the strong Babylon distorting honest reflections.

while your changing your Tampax home alone,
Im rougher than Mad Max beyond thunderdome,
Warrior on the fury road shiny and chrome,
Witnessed by immortan joe feeling up charlize theron,
So mind your glass houses as you lob stones,
Your just blood bags paying down home loans,
With a cash crop of bad basement homegrown,
Keep that round town Reggie!
It's to arid ...to Brown .. and to stemmy,


I get that "one hit ,oh no!!" we call it Kenny..

Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: tadaman

My punchlines shatter your jawline.
You see stars and think it's a sign of the times,
Your face down by design,
I'm mixing your spinal fluid with moon shine and fine wine,
I'm the vertebrae crusher,
who ushers bone clusters,
Until your cord ruptures,
Archies home for supper,
And your the ding bat,

hiding in your Bunker...



Respectfully,
~ meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

Let me swing it now like a bat to the brain. Ignore the refs calls because he's insane. The crack of my smack makes homies' balls run home and away.

Heres a big win Im giving your team, I am pitching these hits so you walk bases in-between, the blasts you take to the dome and youre hips. After your turn youre walking dazed with a limp.

You tried for a bunt and splitting for a run. I broke right through, shattered your bat and your luck. I put holes in you from curve balls I threw.

Game over fool. Sloppy hitters strike out and lose. Elite pitchers get the bigger picture and throw it all down with the heavy hitters.

a reply to: Mike Stivic

Heres another one just to be rude. I step on your toes and scuff your shoes. Smack your hat off and kick it too. Put you on a wall and push you through.

Dont get me very salty or I will sink your ship. Crash oceans of rage like waves of flow I spit.

I show sorry losers just how to quit. Theres a lesson in the blessings that I give.

Theres consequences to the sentences that I writ. Like a judge with a hammer I drop bars hard. Quick to convict.

So dont scream "this is a horror, I am innocent". I am the one. Call me "your honor" and know I dont acquit.

Its a day off, restful in thought, easing my pain where do I start.

I once was so lost, and now am far off, I sail with no charts. The oceans so dark.

I move slithering like beasts deep in the sea. Primordial creature. The kraken I free.

Consuming my flesh is times gnaw at my neck.

Kronos goes for the jugular. Sinks his teeth into my veins. Titans spilling mortals blood, staining their captor's chains.

Hades awaits my hearts weight to gauge, my worth beyond osiris's gate.

Set the scales and throw on your sword. I will stand to be judged by dreaded gods of the underworld.