A lot of people dont like rap, country, rock respectively. Mostly they blame the lyrics.
So I say why dont we have a verse battle (of real verses not crap you write). You throw a verse out and I'll throw a verse out. There really is no winner or loser. Its just you saying I think this is hot, and then me saying I think I got that beat. All in good fun.
You only get one verse at a time and must list the song and artist/band. Feel free to diss someone else's verse and point out the strong points in yours.
I'll start with something safe but quality nonetheless.
Verse 1 from Liquid SworRAB by the Gza aka The Genuis of the Wu Tang Clan
Fake brothaz get flipped
In mic fights I swing sworRAB and cut clown
**** is too swift to bite, you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
on some wild out ****, to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
****'s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a garable
Energy is felt once the carRAB are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, brotha I think,
I drop megaton BOrabS more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
ClouRAB of smoke, of natural blenRAB of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that **** up, my "Clan in Da Front" want it
Any takers??
So I say why dont we have a verse battle (of real verses not crap you write). You throw a verse out and I'll throw a verse out. There really is no winner or loser. Its just you saying I think this is hot, and then me saying I think I got that beat. All in good fun.
You only get one verse at a time and must list the song and artist/band. Feel free to diss someone else's verse and point out the strong points in yours.
I'll start with something safe but quality nonetheless.
Verse 1 from Liquid SworRAB by the Gza aka The Genuis of the Wu Tang Clan
Fake brothaz get flipped
In mic fights I swing sworRAB and cut clown
**** is too swift to bite, you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
on some wild out ****, to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
****'s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a garable
Energy is felt once the carRAB are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, brotha I think,
I drop megaton BOrabS more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
ClouRAB of smoke, of natural blenRAB of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that **** up, my "Clan in Da Front" want it
Any takers??