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Yo I’ll try to post a video for y’all after it’s done... I’m gonna use this thread to brainstorm some ideas... basically I’m 38 and this is a young guy in his early 20’s so most the content is gonna be age related, he’ll bang on me for being old and washed up, failure... and I’m gonna have to discipline him for acting out of place...

1

Goo goo gah gah me bottle baby,
Seargent, lutenient, Corpman,
Attention whore but nobody will listen
Even if u was enlist u still couldn’t stand in attention

2

Mr skinny jeans wanna battle me,
Wit your H&M u need a cuff or a hem,
But son when u gone stop fuccin men?

3.

This is your hip hop tutorial 101
Doggy doo doo — you — little wee wee
Me O.G. King Kong Gorilla use a b.g.
Baby gangsta your nuts ain’t even hung
Find a new profession u failed hip hop 101

4. (attention whore, no nur)

Qadoor (his real name) what you rappin now for?
you know you ain't rap?  Come on, what's it for?
Attention whore?  not center of attention no more?
ain't that whatcha daddy used to spank you for?
you smell like manuwer, you call me out for being white?
But you ain't practicin no deen and your face has no Nur (some Arabic words cause this cat is Arab)

5. (Religious diss)

You may be 10 foot tall but your Iman ain't the highest
You about as full of worship as an empty masjid scared of the Corona Virus (Religion diss cause this guys a Muslim)

6. (Engineer lost beerings in the rear)

(He's in school to be an engineer)
Sayin you an engineer, you must got some screws lose
An engineer who lost his bearings in the rear
Little pig, tried to build his house with a stack of bricks,
but your house fell....
That's why you got the truck downtown selling Falafel
plus your breath smell, so like LL I'm about to Rock the Bells
and Rock your dome, so your house of cards can fell
Back up son your breath smell
Guess that's cause you be eatin too many falafel

7.  (size, tall)

You took growth hormone and grew 5 feet/
Plus the extra estrogen shots, now you complete
Now you want to battle me, watch me bury you, 6 feet/
Say you wanna battle me dawg, that's sweet/
Lookin all cute wit your H&M button up you want a cuff or hem?
But tell me dawg when you gonna stop fuccin men?
You must be drunk off vodka or seagrems
Naw, I give you props though for staying off the gin/
But you won't get props when you become a 30 year old virgin
Qadoor your Mahir (dowery) been took and your girl done ran
Wit your tight jeans your neatly tucked in shirts
At home you was baking cakes and wearing skirts

8.  (zits)

Stop wearing clearisel that shits all herpees you bitch/
Guess you been giving the wrong aaamuuu a kiss/
Think cause you got biceps that means your fit/
We could do this battle in burpees you bitch/
I load up a full clip and bust your shit like I was poppin Zits
You come back and forth every weekend cause you must still be suckin moms tit
« Last Edit: July 03, 2020, 06:00:14 PM by Infinite Trapped in 1996 »
My First Officially Schedule Rap Battle on Stage as an undercard to the undercard match



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TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96'

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Re: Preparing for my first battle (since 2014) scheduled this Sunday
« Reply #1 on: July 13, 2020, 12:33:19 AM »
Yo I lost!!!!   This kid caught my old ass slippin... I’ve been spittin for some time just off the top but you don’t realize how far you’ve fallen off till you go head up...

So I’m going back to my roots and gonna bring back the old Infinite.  He’s a Muslim kid and it was all Muslim judges and I was rapping about his momz and stuff like that and he was just like dissin me for being a bad Muslim so he looked like the good guy..

So I’m gonna break out some of the ol school Islamic Sciences I used to be intertwined with...

Rough Draft...

“Last time you said, whose side you on?
Your friends felt sorry cause I dissed your mom
They voted for you cause I was the big bad guy
But that’s a lie and you toppling me is ill-logical
The truth shall be seen u can’t stop the unstoppable

You wanted a battle to challenge Infinite,
Fucc u son cause I ain’t the one,
You gotta quit calling me Brian
Get it right it’s Attila The Hun
Qaddafi, Sadaam, all in one,
Scorched Earth, nothing left under the son

This is O.G. shit, I’m clowning rookie lyricists
You a kid throwing fits, nobody knows you
So who are you to battle the Infinite one
Kid do you even know what this rap shit is about
Only time you ‘spit’ is when the dick comes out your mouth
This pussies in the shower and just dropped the soap
But I ain’t gonna creep up behind, I’m takin a shank to your throat

Infinite standing in the square
Say I ain’t practicing the deen
I learned my deen in Mecca
And in front of pyramids in Egypt
Making love to Nefferettiti
Eatin emcees and shit gold
Infinite has spoken, truth be told
So kneel and kiss the ring
Behold the scene, Allah’s deen
Controlling the Earth’s motions
You couldn’t be on the Muslimeen team
Cause you couldn’t ‘Control your e-motions’

My words spawn a lyrical creation
Placing life blood inside the placenta
Your a wack ass emcee—lame
That ain’t no listener gonna remember

In this rap game I reign
With complete dominion without imperfection
A more perfect circle than
The moon in its lunar progression
Last time was a close battle
But this time I’ll beat you beyond question

Qadoor u impure you ain’t Al-Qadoos
Your face has no Nur, I said this
Engineers got a few screws loose
So I ain’t fighting I’m tightening him up wit a noose

I see 20-20 vision
As I dissect intellects
And match wits wit twin embryos
Even wit twin minds you couldn’t match
Wits wit me, my knowledge stretched beyond
—Infinity—
Suckaz remember me I don’t need flow
To lyrically abuse this hoe
So suckaz who ain’t know...
Betta ask somebody... baby!!!

I confine you with these lines
In-prison you with these rhymes
I’m infecting your mind
Like a mysterious mental virus
That splits your head and out your iris
You can’t find this source
Where you headed to your death bed
But not just yet—
I’ll let the ‘voters’ decide when it’s
‘Time to buy your mama dat black dress’




« Last Edit: July 13, 2020, 12:45:41 AM by Infinite Trapped in 1996 »
My First Officially Schedule Rap Battle on Stage as an undercard to the undercard match



(btw, Earth 🌎 is not a spinning water ball)