nigga quit crying, you just want to battle a future boss, I understand........2 lines, bitch please, this nigga thinking he hyping shit up when he can his crib and career swiss chessed

Mark Donaldson can't even speak English tryna diss people. This aint even no battle

try to live this perfect life everything movin wrong
all the choices made keepin on takin me to bad way
how can i make the right choice try to speak for a change
but a voice is not strong enough together we will turn right
not left every moment is a bet heard it once before in story
how longer can we live law full of shit playin the same old hits
in prison turnin in a world full of pain this curves
end in the bars with some chains doesnt take the pain away
i had my mind fix everything happend when i was young
gettin punk all the time this little girl she fell down
in the ground broke her neck in quick seconds felt so guilty
everything has change ever since i open up my eyes
thinkin outside box really hurt em a lot aint no one
ever built so much for change but they tryin to take away
promised so much thats why spit for free livin poor
already almost goin to the streets havin beats in the heart
livin life its rippin my face apart didnt meant to hurt your feeling
destiny awakes before everything happends why you keep callin
yourself and want the end didnt make no sense just like dollars dont make
sense but this people stuck behind a fence no more money no more fame
fuck everyone no one is the same secret society ruled behind your back
gotta spit on track revolution will be success no stress smoke some kush
livin life to really change not just hangin from the arms being in harm
how come all the really smart people are not even here famous and doin their thing
its weird how the goverment plays a roll in their act try to keep you back
spit on the track president is another trap you keep you away from changin
but the rainin hasnt start rightnow we could change no more standin with fear
far beyond of imagination is the brain how long can you maitain fuck the fortune and fame
thats what the first president create along with so many things you didnt know
no more fightin for your stupid plans this world was once cover in sand
you see the desert with so many secrets to unleash but then its a beat to your heart
if you change something change everything not just the law but this bombs put them away
fight with your hands not a machine set to destroy cux in the end theres nothing to avoid
this creatures from another planet came oneday to destroy maybe that was the devil
when it came to earth the devil do more controllin your mind terror already been a sin
how long till the gates from heaven open and the evil will disappear that means
even you if you take that route maybe together we are one god maybe together we are one blood
all this planets could be blood cells in a giant you never know stronger people been here before
numbers are changin the world will change revelation is real and not a story
just back into rewind and open your mind before its too late
gotta believe in change

Yo Shawn yo flow garbage put in the trash heap
same shit I heard like last week
you deliorious, you pussies can bleed once a month like a period
talking about Obama, not really the type of person who talks about the drama
or busting out the llama, me I'm coming clean with a Japanese panda
hearing more sikes than Wanda
make niggas wonders and surface through the jungle
like damn my mans be spitting out honor
I don't need similes, just give me blunts and a couple leaves
I'll tear this city down to the sewer streams
you not that gulley, you not dangerous, I'll laugh in your face like comedians
you say the same shit you repeat again
so why the fuck I want to listen if he squeaks again
no bass, no fame, no neck, no game,
just a strap in yo face to change your frame
never underestimate a no name
he might snatch your chain
and take yo cane
my establishment is never repetitive
have you chew shots like excederin
I exercise my signs spit flows of a veteran
I only sip lean for my medicine
swerving riding with my brother on purpose
looking at the bitches trying to see which one will let they skirt lift
better ask Hicks, we battled on the same ship
spit more bars than imeem can hustle with
so why on Earth am I worried about a stupid prick
who's bitch can get down and swallow sticks
nigga

i am the epitome of a good mc
sleepin deep in the pit of me
lyrically assasinate ya
legally literaly kill walkin roun wit that assasin nature
jfk boy
they death boy
pray and hope u maka another day
A-void get what u take not what u put in
im puttin icing on the cake
take a pie 2 the face
slice u i be in a state
of where the i be the state
i beat the stakes and odds
pocket the evens
profit copp a new outfit
pop a chick for the evenin
provide it i get dollas from skeezers
slide outta the sneakers im outta mind outta my body
nine or shotti 2 the side of yo thinker
my how ive try 2 speak ta this fine puerto rican
somethin like wine when u drink her
but i be sippin water b4 i heat up
possible fever swallowin vodka
cuz i spit hotta then jalapenas
now u gotta maltov thats a whole bottle of ether
yo future lookin gremlin what u know bout that creatue
sneak up eat up regurtate vomit
honest im calm but i b tickin like a bomb
the flyest shit that hit you since osama
what towers whats ours
and gave power 2 some coward name obama
kinda lika abomination
rewind what im sayin
we come 2 find them bomb our nation
devoured by satan
in the hours of revelations
we made reservations for thus creation
yea i just cremate em
creed 2 make outta these politics
abolish it

They say I'm the quietest person alive
but they get a mouthful of words when they step into the hive,
aint got shit but I strive/ I lost, but I tried/ I was happy but I cried,
fadin niggas 7 feet tall pick on someone ur own size,
bars is the only thang comin out da mouth/
dolla bills is the only thing between my couch/
broke free/ stamina, my motor last long cuz i got antifreeze
bitch please/ what u know bout the south sac?/
all u can do out here is hit a lick and come back/
whatever you can think of we done that
coldest person in the city of trees/
but when u step into the hive it's the city of bees/
gotta make ur own exit, we never use keys/
when they see someone this small, then they try me/
then they on they back thinkin it was Ali/
One day ima bust until the clips empty,
it will be a lesson learned, don't tempt me
my way or da highway/ never walk past me or I aim sideways/
and they comin at pimpin sideways/
take off ur shoes comin into my place/
My hive is a castle/ rich boy sellin it cuz he didn't wana go through the hassle
but it's not a easy job, may be found dead wit ya head next to a meatball/
but nobody doin shit to me so u gotta keep calm/
I'm go be richie rich wit hella diamonds in my locket/
better than this bootsy metro in my pocket/
I get rid of my competition, find yo ass in a cock pit/muthu

u took the AI line from 40 cal but said it differently

Nikka PLEASE,
My flow is DISEASED,
just like a river bank wit a dead body in it,
that leads to the SEAS,
Im the big Dog,
I PLUCK off FLEES,
you better DUCK,
you dumb FUCK,
or you can get knocked like KNEES,
bullets swarm on you,
like a hive of BEES,
its too late to start coppin PLEAS,
cuz my bars got em hung like court JURIES,
Got a white EXTERIOR BENZ,
Inside colorful like M&M's,
call it a MCFLURRY,
he must be in a rush to die,
he can get BURRIED in a HURRY,
deeper than my WORDS BE
The brain his girl be givin,
got me geeked up more than some NERDS BE,
His girl swallow everything,
So Im callin her KIRBY,
Mike done put himself in a shitty situation,
like toilets filled wit TERDS BE,
He can get shot,
put in the hospital with an IV in th ER SON,
like the back of an IVERSON JERSEY,
his bars candy sweet,
should be callin him HERSHEY,
in his PIC he lookin SICK,
like a crack baby in an INFERMRY,
but this nikkas raps aint sick,
not even Germs to ME,
he stay rockin footlocker T's,
this DUMMY lookin dirty and BUMMY,
Im bout to WRAP this RAP up,
Like an egyptian MUMMY,

Mike ONE?
Mike aint winnin SHIT,
Shouldnt throw a cat in to fight,
WIT bull dogs is in the PIT,


Man Im out....No bullshit tho Mike One youre garbage. Couldnt even mention who u went at in ur rap. J Rob u get props son. I dont think u beat me, but we can battle.

j crazy u suck!!!!!!!!!!

datz crazy white boy tryin play me/
kill em dead he a ghost another patrick swayze/
talkin bout im fat/
dat big shit in/
dont bleave me ask ur gurl afta she wipe off er chin/
dat slick talk im ready rubber handle machetti/
catch me n da telly im ready eatin spaghetti watchin belly/
while ur gurl rubbin my belly/
pullin on my dreads tryin givin me head/
i fuck er den duck er leave er 20 on da bed/
its a shame how crackers act
till i john lee malvo and snipe ur wig back/
cracker is u on crack/
let me kno where u at/
locate chu duck tape u and feed chu prozac/
how u wack and u rap betta fall back/
white rappers wont make it bubba sparks showed dat/
j crazy naw must b slow/
wat chu rookie of da day u fuckin wit a pro/
a evil ass dude cocky and rude /
dey luv me 2 da soul im betta den cooked food/
ull neva win ull always lose//
ill pistol whip ur grandmufa and put it on youtube/
i been a menace u just gettin hip/
till i empty out da clip and send em all 2 hip/
u bitch u snitch u prick betta watch ur lips/
4 i smack dem shits and have u lookin like shit/
and dat baseball shit was a metaphor u ass/
all u doin is provin my point i kno dat u trash/
eva since eminem people get it confused/
but i aint dr dre i aint rockin wit chu dude/
or should i say narly get popped off ur harley/
catch chu on ur skateboard smack u till u olley/
u hot hardley probably work at arbys/
need more den ur KKK buddys homie 2 rob me/
so b4 u sound off and say dat im fat/
put a twinkie n ur mouth den u probably can rap/
u wack u trash u ass u suck u faggot/
u slum u dumb im numba 1 u maggot/
say jus chill u betta lay low/
well neva b friends dey cancelled dat show/
im greedy 4 da money and u a white rapper/
i feast on u bastard i luv cheese and crackers/

J crazy u must b crazy comin at me white boy
get ur swagga up u a bum GET AT ME!!

It is big Willy, just playing this is Nate
I came to rape the beat and bring her home late
You hot dog, but I been chilly
Don’t play with me I bring niggas to your house and then ring your doorbell dry like squidbillys
Now do the math
You and your crew get cut in half
I’m shit but I’m finna take a bath
Sick like staff
You don’t know what to do
I’m the next epidemic coming after swine flu
I’m 8 times 2
You can swim with the fishes or fly with the sky with all the angels and the dry blue
I’m crime new
But I’m nice with dice and passes
But can get cut like classes
This is common sense
I’m first I got niggas playing condiments
Ketchup, but even the mayo seems to be fond of it
I’m bombing it the beat that is but baby I don’t want no drama
Because I hit first like Chris and you happen to be Rihana
Sorry lil mama but I move weight like DJ Drama
I been rhyming since the age of nine but I never slobbed a rhyme that wasn’t TNT and never blew a mine
But never mind its MC’s bed time
My rhymes are headlines
They try to assassin you but they never get fed time
Unless they slip over bananas and bread hinds
But even then they’ll fall on the finish line
Looking fine and collect every dime

Hello computer crowd listen to ya hype host
I’m the keyboard and your career is a typo
I’m backspace 5 and let the author write mo
This is the night show but I’m shining light though
I’m so insightful
I let MC’s bite mo
Now taste the rainbow
I gotta go to the building
So I let your girlfriend’s mouth babysit my liquid children
Hope I hurt no feelings
Money on ya head stacked to the ceiling
Cuss you making dough but now I’m make a killing