Does anybody want to bet some money on a rap battle 2 people battle... Everyone votes ..... only 1 winner

Who's down?

Look me in my eyes nd recognize

That im the epitome of blissful misery

I wanna rewrite history minus the poverty

Overcome any adversity's,

Bettin on you is a longshot…Archery

Catch you in an Artery, its anarchy

Better bring the Calvary

And we gon slide through like a gallery

Fear factor? BiTCH im the factory

Keep talking you only gonna flatter me

If you gonna use my name use it properly

Respect it like ya property

Or you get cracked like some pottery

By the age of 16 I copped 9 felonies

All for BNE soo much misery

Beggin "Lord please"

Whent from prayin on the weak

To prayin on my knees in about a fuckin week

Watch how you fuckin speak cuz I be getting brain like a geek

cmon man niggas be on their grind in this game

they fuckin scratch and itch

but u sit in the forums and talk all day

like a whiny lil bitch

Look homie imma break it down for you simple

I got hollow tip's in my extended clip's in my fully automic pistol

Leave a hole in his head right around ya temple

Like how fifty got dat dimple, Like how mr.bitchs gets popped like a pimple

Its simple like 1 2 3 , fuckin with me ill have ya hood on they knee's

beggin me pleae I got my pistol drawn at an angle of 45 degree's

So when you on ya knees I can take ya dome off soo perfectly

If you tryna battle me then you fall out when them guns draw out

like see how this Hood story plays out , I got half the hood laid out

Im paid out , Like Juice , then pac kills the crew, I would Shot a 3 in that alley

then talk about how I wish they was alive so badly , Im goon but im always smiling

Ice on wrist look like a long island , roll deep around me nigga's pile in , Like them hoes filing in

Play that pussy like a violin, , Cuz theres money on my mind

like money in hand, Me and my goons ride through we be sittin on them 2's busting with them 5's when we bustin with them 9's eat em alive like in the drive by , you in the jungle just trying to survive, You a deer im a lion so I see you flying to the tree line , but mii nikka swamwiigod already there, life just isnt fair nigga aint no nigga care so we dont care eitha

The police dont like me but I dont like them neitha

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the best rap verse in history without a shadow off a doubt,

[Verse Four: Cappadonna]

You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin

for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong

Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong

Extravangza, time sits still

No propoganda, be wary of the skill

As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum

Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome

Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat

CD massacre, murder to cassette

I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet

One man ran, tryin to get away from it

Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh

into your chamber like Freddy enter dream

Discombumberate your technique and your scheme

Four course applause, like a black dat to dat

You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

Nowhere to go except next show bro

Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O

in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin

All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin

Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich

Every other day my whole dress code switch

So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry

All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry

Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen

Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out

I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill

See my face on the twenty dollar bill

Cash it in, and get ten dollars back

The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax

Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve

Put all the other LP's back on the shelf

And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7

1-6-0-4-9-3-11

And you could get long dick hip-hop affection

I damage any MC who step in my direction

I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard

Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd

My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.

P.L.O. style got thrown out the car

and ran over, by the Method Man jeep

Divine can't define my style is so deep

like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy

like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine

Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design

I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind

Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV

Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee

Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott

Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet

under vets, we paid our debts for mad years

Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers

and blunt power, born physically power speakin

The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

listen to the link if you aint or you dnt know