Open mic... Er1 invited

[GreenBat]

Life's a bitch thats why we're all sons of bitches/
We don't give a f*** cos all we want is the riches/
We're ghetto based criminals that sets us apart
from pussy mutha f***as second guessing their hearts/
We do prison terms for our violent ways/
We know crime pays especially @ da final stage/
Pay attention if u posess a mind that strays/
Our impatience don't adhear to time delays/
Nothing scares us nothing hurts us we immune to it all/
We're desenstized to da f***en point of withdrawl/
And we don't f*** wit cops they got us joined to da wall/
Jesus spoke all of our names but we avoided da call/
All we lack is role models & positve male figures/
Our negatives are stakes that impale these weak niggaz/
Who don't eat so their shape has da weight of stick figures/
Lightning fast motion we're thieves wit quick fingers/
And our thoughts speeds towards so that makes us quick thinkers//

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

haha, yeah yeah! he.s back! mr greenback back in this bitch

[Mad]

Life's a bitch thats why we're all sons of bitches/
We don't give a f*** cos all we want is the riches/
We're ghetto based criminals that sets us apart
from pussy mutha f***as second guessing their hearts/
We do prison terms for our violent ways/
We know crime pays especially @ da final stage/
Pay attention if u posess a mind that strays/
Our impatience don't adhear to time delays/
Nothing scares us nothing hurts us we immune to it all/
We're desenstized to da f***en point of withdrawl/
And we don't f*** wit cops they got us joined to da wall/
Jesus spoke all of our names but we avoided da call/
All we lack is role models & positve male figures/
Our negatives are stakes that impale these weak niggaz/
Who don't eat so their shape has da weight of stick figures/
Lightning fast motion we're thieves wit quick fingers/
And our thoughts speeds towards so that makes us quick thinkers//

yho i been hearing cats sayin this nigga is back
but from what ive just read this kid is mega whack
this aint aint tite, the lyrics aint rite
f*** greenbat, i change the color to some blue bat
you want beef, halla so we can mic chat
you cat is lame more like dead corpse under a grave
you aint brave, ima lock you in my anus cage
f*** the game your linez cant match this pace
green my foot. when im rhyming like this im in no good
come out of the hood. lets handle this shit like we should
gimme 8 f***ing killer bars after you its my turn
but be warned, the bitch in you willl burn

[Praverb]

I tired of guys whose lies are told often bold face
dispose fakes with no trace, tag em' cold case
I'm P the Wyse, the sighs reveal my old age
glance at the air, I turn rain to snow flakes
snow flakes to hail, I impale wack rappers
outshine them on their track, I rap backwards
the mad hatter...I'll dig you a hole
extinguish your soul, then toss your body into black matter
I'm American raised...born with African roots 
what I package is truth, y'all be packaging fruits
get battered and bruised, from the magic I use
ask Sam Bowie, you should never pa** on the dude
I only fear God...so nobody is scaring him
known to embarra** men, have em' hobbling like Merriman
you thought that you came dope,
P is rap's main hope
delivering a verse faster than Usain Bolt

[DR LEGEND]

yo preverb

I am an apparition that appears in your nightmares
A beast of demolition creeping at you while you're unaware
Tidal wave retaliating for your every splish splash
I've made a gash with a slash of vigor
Your every thrash makes you look like dinner
Your inner being is a well of pain
Now insane you strain to hobble off
Cuz I've refrained to finish the job
Whoever's next, whoever's ready
I'm the baddest able rapper
You know you're a fool to take me dont test me
now im able to talk shit coz my mama made me
and i still shop at spar coz ma rap sales  made me
but now cats like praveb battle me, shouldnt they praise me?
f*** all of your a**ociates with all'em fake braids
il infect all of your motherf***ers with aids
f*** you, you deceased, only yo bodys alive yo mind left ages agobcoz you smoke too much weed
nigga pliz, dont be diz. you look like you were eating gorrila cheese
stop raping words just live, you aint a rapper
you shud be out in the streets collecting paper
f*** yo whole family i can get up and say this daily
i bet your mamas name is sally, coz i used to f*** her a** down the valley
we jammmed early, and made a baby who now has a nerve to battle his own daddy
say his to daddy, im the reason for your existence
you bcoz of the energy in my sex glands
son, heres a tip from daddy : stop rapping and eat jelly

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

Damn, wheres abominable snowman  when you need him

[who dat mime]

I hate emcees that make Hip Hop so conservative
They make me f***in' yawning cuz they're so funkin' boring
I remember da times I snatched microphones
They say dat da SOUTH ain't got no Hip Hop
Dat they here 2 make CRUNK music drop
But they got another thing coming
I'll make those yawning emcees runnin'
I'm from DA CAPE TOWN
I'm letting my eyebrows down
Yes my mouth will be Filthy Dirty
I'll make them count from one till thirty
This my conclusion fools
PLease do attend Hip Hop schools    (LMAO)
So that Who Dat Mime can teach ya'll the Dirty Rules.

NB: Please do take this rhyme motha f***in' serious!!![/size]

[Malcom E.K.K.S]

yo preverb

I am an apparition that appears in your nightmares
A beast of demolition creeping at you while you're unaware
Tidal wave retaliating for your every splish splash
I've made a gash with a slash of vigor
Your every thrash makes you look like dinner
Your inner being is a well of pain
Now insane you strain to hobble off
Cuz I've refrained to finish the job
Whoever's next, whoever's ready
I'm the baddest able rapper
You know you're a fool to take me dont test me
now im able to talk shit coz my mama made me
and i still shop at spar coz ma rap sales  made me
but now cats like praveb battle me, shouldnt they praise me?
f*** all of your a**ociates with all'em fake braids
il infect all of your motherf***ers with aids
f*** you, you deceased, only yo bodys alive yo mind left ages agobcoz you smoke too much weed
nigga pliz, dont be diz. you look like you were eating gorrila cheese
stop raping words just live, you aint a rapper
you shud be out in the streets collecting paper
f*** yo whole family i can get up and say this daily
i bet your mamas name is sally, coz i used to f*** her a** down the valley
we jammmed early, and made a baby who now has a nerve to battle his own daddy
say his to daddy, im the reason for your existence
you bcoz of the energy in my sex glands
son, heres a tip from daddy : stop rapping and eat jelly

wow,

[who dat mime]

Enjoy this performance.
I'll be back Tommorow.
LMAO Very hard

[GreenBat]

Day in day out everyday no doubt/
Lemme show u how i do my do now/
So many ways in i do amazing/
Shit that i'm raising's gotta be blazing/
I don't owe no one everything's paid off/
Say u got substance then show me wot u made of/
Homie don't play that we don't go way back/
Who drove u crazy?Who gave u that straight jack'/
Heard it's your last shot hope u don't make that/
Sign on da dotted line & then u can lay back/
Who brought da blaze back?Who would engage that?/
Was da name GreenBat?Was it da same cat?/
If not u got little chance to branch/
U want me gone?Then lemme see a show of hands/
On da guest spot getting me to throw off bands/
Spitting on fans after that throw 'em in vans/
Cos it's not about who knows wot or who knows who/
Man it's all about da red hot flows that u exposed to/
It's not about da f***ed up ways that i approach u/
It's not about da bulls eye markings that i'm close to/
It's all about da fact that i just engrossed u//

[1kind]

Greenbat is keeping thing tight in here...   

[Psycogenesis]

Greenbat is keeping thing tight in here...   

True dat, the swinging bat keeps hitting home runs...

[Mad]

ayo green bat been hearing cats say you the best
that aint true, youz a rat, stop rap and go to hell and eat crap
youz fool, you probabley attended no school
respond to me and you dead, im the nightmare of your nuts
when i appear to you, youl have no guts
i penetrate your senses with my nonsense
f*** you to the grave il make you my slave
lock you up in my anus cage

a**hole.

[Strangeluv a.K.a. GraY GrammaR]

6 llines of strange
f***s up your dreams
make you live life with no plans
that's like seeing a gifted 10 year old pianist
searching for his hands
after the blast

[Anthony]

what's the word we're looking for?uhhn, DEPRESSING