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Rap Battle

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Started: 3/18/2014 Category: Music
Updated: 2 years ago Status: Post Voting Period
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No rules, anything goes, you ready?


Alright, I accept the challenge. Please begin.
Debate Round No. 1


So it seems like accordin to this guy's profile, he's illumanati
Funny how he ain't got photos of him drivin' a beamer, rari, or a maserati

I killed a whole bunch of people in this rap battle, i got tha scars as livin proof
Show me what a real war-lord is before you talk to me about the blade of truth

You ain't neva dropped sick lines with these ever-so-wicked rhymes, you ain't no mason
Ask this architect of the universe to design you a new makeover, you look like a harmless freddy n' Jason

You got a quote on your page, talkin about the words of Ghandi
How you are rappin now against me is beyond me

If you wanna talk about unity, lets talk about that all-seein' eye
Thought you was lucifer til you crashed out heaven from the sky

Your momma was so poor she had to sell the house
that's why you have this secret knowledge of life in the character of Micky mouse


Both ways, I come home and look at dos graves
one is of my last opponent the next is made in 10 days
chokes from the blaze, my opponent - is - broke and depraved
roped like a slave, he never has any hope to be saved

A lack of destruction, acting like this quacks rap is actually something
you are nothing but a prize and my eyes are scoping a dope who's hopelessly frontin'

Minimilistic blows thrown as Mr limpdickshit goes home
Freddy n Jason replace him as the chase for the throne grows
competing against a king, Masonic order, we run zones
I'll knock you out faster than Mike Tyson lightning striking Roy Jones

Challenging a giant who slumbers hidden away, an alluringly vibrant tyrant
You couldn't steer a ship if you descended from a family line of pilot pirates
running from violence, excuse me while I check the scene for the fine prints
because you vs me is like Beethoven vs silence

Debate Round No. 2


Blade of truth claims that he came hom, lookin at graves, must be sufferin' from necrophilia
Woah, whoever spoke of slavery? Sounds like he wants to dominate someone, eat em' like vanilla

Talkin about me being a prize, comin' from some dude who wants to get to humpin
You might be scopin' a dude out spittin lines, but imagine your momma's face when she see u gettin' dumpin'

Throwin' up triangle signs to claim that your mason, but i'll send you back to tha real Egypt
I ol' school boys like you, thinkin' that you got this rap all mapped out, but you couldn't stick to the script

What a twist of fate, a date with destiny is what will get you into date rapes
Cuz if you a tyrant, i must be lil' David, slingshot you dead, no wonder the universe fluctuates

Screw the ship, i bring out the best of the weaponry brought straight out of the armoury
You claim that you a king runnin' zones, now where the freak is the army?!


Mincemeat, squash this pipsqueak into some fish treats
I'll erase you faster than ancient acts as I re-write history
No mystery, no army -- no navy, or hyped up bases
I could beat you in a battle rap if I only typed up spaces.

Face this, in a beauty contest I'd beat you if I was faceless
your tasteless, and couldn't be good even if you faked it
Mistakes get - made, when you try to keep up with a boss
These fakes get plagued, you are the scum I am the floss

Guns and gloss, bipolar flows to slow a foe
this kid couldn't step up to me if I sliced off all my toes
I'll beat you down with my pro usage of prose
It's like Amanda McKittrick Ros vs. my E.A. Poes
Debate Round No. 3


I find it so humorous how your past family was on welfare, i don't know why yo momma spread her legs
E'erythang about you so fake, from the bottom to the top, fake gold and fake cake, i crush it all like 2 dozen eggs

If i hustled hard for my cash, i be like "gold all in ma chain, gold all in my watch.." Trinidad James
You still under the illusion that you get fast whips n' fast chicks, Satan still got you in his mind games

Why the heck did you say that you vs. me is like Beethoven vs. silence?
Your claim that you could beat me wit just spaces is such a contradiction, lies spread like virus

Being in a beauty contest? What are you a queer?
You couldn't tolerate me let alone the top of a bottle a beer
So face me man to man, stop being piglet, "oh de-de-dear!"
You know what we do to pigs, slaughter em', cut em' from ear to ear

I use my fists to land blow your kind's noses, can't use guns n' roses cuz that's what your momma opposes
Talkin bout how i'm slow, wonderin how fast you could lead Israel from Egypt if you were Moses

Nevermind that, if i rapped fast, you'd fall back at this illuminated gunblast, if i rapped slow, you'd still flow like sea waves, drowned, watch tha bacteria n' fungus on your decayin' face as it grows
You got no prose if you gettin' it through a straw from aliens on U.F.O's

What the hell? Did this dude just say i'm the scum he the floss?
I'm ballin' up his lines so much, cuz it look like he suffered from cerebral blood loss


Smiles from the audience as they start to notice the difference
the prince is - the one throwing the lines with the swiftness
bitches - you and the last guy should exchange y'alls digits
talk about how it feel when the real gets down to deal business

If I was Moses, I'd split this git like he was the Red Sea
It's like a lower case z vs. an upper case G
If we going up in rank, with A as the best
Then you can add an SS and step back with the rest
Put a HOLE after that and you can see what you are
and if you can't C what I did - then you R A RETARD

I see you hating the gays, and like talking bout fungus
but your girl knows who to praise, and says that mine is humongous
you just causing some ruckus, looking like a duck in some crutches
When you were born your mom looked at you and sighed saying, "f.u.c.k this"

Ufo's n aliens, sounding like you got some paranoia
I'm undefeated like Mayweather, you just Oscar De la Hoya
Debate Round No. 4


Notice how this guy's tryna spit sicka rhymes now, hemorrhoids
Last round, he used testosterone, now he's injectin' steroids

He's so glad that people noticin' the difference, but you sitlll gon' re-learn your 123's n' ABC's
I ain't frontin, don't need a chain, mic, chains, swag, flags, pills, or speakeasies
I rap straight off the dome, i don't speak easy, i cannibalize rappers, they end up in my feces
You couldn't battle me even if you made yourself of a different more advanced aggressive species

This dude just implied he was the prince like we in la la land
like a kido, reached out n' got his hand slapped for tryna touch a hunna grand

Hahaha, if i gave you my mom, you wouldn't know what to do, forget about runnin' business
You out here gettin' killed like the mafia bangs it's targets in broad day, everybody's a witness

Yo that thing you did with the letters was retarded
I can rap with my eyes closed, still have you bombarded

It's nice to know that you can play with letters, mix em' back n' forth
We've already dealt with your kind, bring back the fourth
You gotta split personality, cuz i sent 1 half south, the other half north
This kid losin' his rhymes, fix that next line before you snort

Wow, never knew you had a rap name, but it ain't wrote
Your so nameless the grim reaper misspelled it on death note

I'm laughin' how you talkin about my girl n' the size of your junk
Yet you don't even know what to do with it, like the titanic, it sunk
So use Viagra, tryna get an A, but like always, you still flunked

I find it so amusin' how you talk about that G like an O.G
Before you start shootin' bullets, shoot some lines at a real Emcee

Screw simplistic lyrics, i write em' complex
Whether i go into the English or the Leningrad codex
don't got a lot of fame, but with these lyrics i can cash checks
A lot faster than you can finish with yo' girl durin' tha sex

I can write a whole book, but lets cut to tha chase
Oh and btw, i forget to tell you that you came out as leatherface
I take my sweet time while you pick up that chainsaw like this ain't a race
Send this dude to the gates of hell n' put this clown back in his place

Who the hell is Oscar De la Hoya?
After this, you gon' need to find the name of a good lawya


Pound for Pound, you lost before you even started the first round
The only way you could win is if we voted for worst sound
Hurse bound, I see you being taken to your grave
I've had better challenges from kids in the first grade

I told you from the start that 1-2 punchline is like a tortoise vs a shark
now run along, where you belong - with the kids playing in the park
I light up in the dark, always striking up my mark
I'm the dog that'll bite, your just coming with that bark

Thinking you could beat me, that's where you're mistaken
You're like tofu flavored broccoli, I'm that BBQ glazed bacon

Talking bout how fast sex is good, clearly diverging
the audience from the fact that this sad sack is really a virgin

Claiming I need a lawyer when your the one drowning in the river
sub-pena ya flow within the law, my 'postal' is countin to deliver
If you can't keep up with that reference then it's probably your age
You couldn't NBC my flow if they took you on as a page
speaking of pages, that line about a book was a riot
to be an author you'd have to spell right - I suggest that you try it

It pissed me off how much you made me read, I really can't stand it
It's quality not quantity but that's the less that's demanded
When I write my words down its called a lyrical tongue twister
the only thing your getting is hysterical from thumb blisters

I won't call you out for biting rhymes from the internet
but my literate intellect is intricate and intimate
respect the vet and never again challenge a giant
I can out dunk any punk your a never-has vs Kobe Bryant
Debate Round No. 5
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Posted by 9spaceking 2 years ago
actually it makes some sense. But not a lot.
Posted by 9spaceking 2 years ago
true. Long=not good, unless you make it two-part, which would make it sound cooler, but that is EXTREMELY difficult to do.
This is a rap battle, an example argument
I'm sittin' on a horse saddle, while you're stuck in an apartment
My godly skills surpass everyone, nobody can beat me
You're playing Hot Cross Buns while I'm cutting down Giant Trees.

But it doesn't make any sense. Making some sense into this takes far FAR more effort.
Posted by IAlwaysWinDebates 2 years ago
Pro's are alot longer, Con's sound alot better.
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Vote Placed by Actionsspeak 2 years ago
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Reasons for voting decision: Terrible scheme set up by Pro, and Con showed a greater vocabulary.
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Reasons for voting decision: I'm going to set the voting precedent. One point for each round win. As for why con won, its because of his superior beat. Pro lacked any tones in his arguments, while con offered much better quality. Another perk for con, is that he used 4-5 line stanzas, which made his rap a lot better. Pro made use of 2 line stanzas, many of which don't even rhyme, or that make baseless assumptions on the opponent. Conclusion: Con should go pro. I read many of his raps, and they're of extreme quality.