Classic Rap Battles that shaped our sub culture

8 mile Battle Rap
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mu3bW0WV5Q4

Do you remember when this came out? As much as I am a fan of Battle Rap I didn't see this movie when it first came out It was a few years later. when it did come out everyone really started to get into this rap battle scene where I live at in Connecticut. Eminem wasn't one of my favorite emcee rappers at this time.

EMINEM VS. LICKETY Battle Rap Lyrics

Lickety: This guys a choke artist you'll catch a bad one , your better off shooting yourself with poppa docks handgun , climbing up this mountain you're weak , I'll leave you lost without a paddle floating shits creek, You Ain't Detroit I'm the d You the new kid on the block , bout to get smacked back to the boondocks , Fuckin Nazi this crowd ain't your type , Take some real advice and go form a group with Vanilla Ice , and what I tell you you better use it. This guys a hill billy this ain't Willy Nelsons music trailer trash , I'll choke you to your last breath and have you lookin foolish like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself Silly Rabbit , I know why they call you that, cause you follow future like he got carrots up his ass crack , And when you acted up , thats when you got jacked up , and left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up , I'll crack your shoulder blade , You'll get dropped so hard that Elvis will start turning in his grave , I don't know why they left you out in the dark , You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile to the trailer park

Eminem: aka B rabbit:This guy raps like his parents jerked him , He sounds like Erick Sermon , the generic version , This whole crowd looks suspicious , It's all dudes in here except for these bitches , So I'm a German eh That's OK , you look like a fuckin worm with braids , these leaders of the free world rookies , Lookie , how can 6 dicks be pussies , talkin bout shits creek bitch , you could be up piss creek with paddles this deep your still gonna sink your a disgrace yeah , they call me rabbit this is a turtle race , He can't get with me spittin this shit wickedly , lickety , shot spickety , spickety , split , lickety , So I'm gonna turn with a great smile and walk my white ass back across 8 mile.


EMINEM AKA B RABBIT VS.Lotto Battle Rap Lyrics

Lotto:I'll spit a racial slur honky, sue me , This shit is a horror flick , but the black guy doesn't die in this movie , fuckin with lotto dawg you got to be kiddin , that makes me believe you don't have an interest in livin , you think these niggas gonna feel the shit you say , I got a better chance joining the KKK , On some real shit though , I like you That's why I didn't wanna be the one you commit suicide to fuck lotto call me your leader. I feel bad I gotta murder that dude from "Leave It To Beaver" I use to like that show, now you got me to "fight back" mode But oh well , if you gotta go , then you gotta go , I hate to do this , I would love for this shit to last , So i'll take pictures of my rear end so you won't forget my ass And alls well that ends well ok , So I'll end this with shit wit a "Fuck you, but have a nice day!"

Eminem: aka B rabbit:Word I think you were a little hard on the beaver , so was Eddie Haskal and Ms.Cleaver , This guy keeps screamin , he's paranoid , Quick someone get his ass another steroid , blahbity bloo blah , blah , blahbity bloo blah , I ain't hear a word you said , Hipidy Hooblah Is that a tank top or a new bra , Look Snoop Dog just got a fuckin boob job , Didn't you listen to the last round meat head , Pay attention , you're saying the same shit that he said , Matter Fact dog here's a pencil go home , write some shit , make it suspenseful and don't come back until something dope hits you fuck it, you can take the mic home with you , lookin like a cyclone hit you , tank top screamin lotto I don't fit you , you see how far them white jokes get you , Boys like How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you , my motto fuck lotto , I get the 7 digits from your mother for a dollar tomorrow ,

EMINEM AKA B RABBIT Vs. PAPA DOC Battle Rap Lyrics

Eminem: Now everybody from the three one three, put your mutha fuckin hands up and follow me , Everybody from the three one three put ya motha fuckin hands up look look , Now while he stands up tough notice that this man did not have his hands up , this free world's got you gassed up, now who's afraid of the big bad wolf, 1 2 3 into the 4 1Pac , 2Pac , 3Pac , 4 , 4pac , 3pac , 2pac , 1 , your pac , he's pac , your pac none , this guy ain't no mothafuckin MC, I know everything he's got to sayagainst me , I am white , I am a fuckin bum , I do live in a trailer with my mom , my boy future is an uncle tom , I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob, who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun , I did get jumped by all six of you chumps , and wink did fuck my girl , I'm still standin here screamin fuck the world , but never try to judge me dude , you don't know what the fuck i've been through , but I know something about you You went to Cranbrook , thats a private school whats the matter dog you embarrased , this guys a gangsta , his real names Clarence , and Clarence lives at home with both parents , And Clarence parents have a real good marriage , this guy don't wanna battle he's shook cause ain't no such things as half-way crooks , he's scared to death to look in his fuckin year book , fuck Cranbrook , fuck the beat I go accapella , fuck a Poppa Doc , fuck a clock fuck a trailer , fuck everybody , fuck yall if you doubt me , i'm a piece of white trash and I say it proudly , fuck this battle I don't wanna win I'm outie.


Freestyle: Cassidy Vs. Freeway
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHxOEQt0jqk&feature=player_embedded#


Freestyle Battle: Cassidy Vs. Freeway [2 Of 2]

When I got this rap battle I watched it everyday closely because i had never seen or heard anything like it before in my entire life that was when I was about 16 years old. I use to study his technique along with other battle raps and rappers like Big L and Eminem. I was mostly into battle raps with syllables. I was edging my craft up and before I knew it I was starting to sound just like them with my own twist on my rap delivery.

Freestyle: Cassidy Vs. Freeway Battle Rap Lyrics:

Cassidy: Nigga I'll show you how the biscuit taste thrash bags sticky tape man pick a lake I'm getting cake on the corner usually and I put you to sleep like a boring movie I'm tired of hearing niggaz scream they drove a dot 6 range well I need 6 o's dot pocket change Imma stay in the shop chopping the cane till it look like niggaz play hockey on my chain I run in your spot with a stocking on my face cocked in pop by mistake I'm sloppy with the 8 listen man I'll have you tied to your bed you play dumb dumb till sum inside of your head off the side of the bridge on some Nino shit(Nino Brown New Jack City movie opening) I hold dice and pull medal on some casino shit niggaz gamble with their life on some hero shit and get a fucking scared face on some pacino shit now I might not know it all but B known this when it's war yall crumble like dorito chips I pass your strip everyday I don't see no bricks Man imma pit you a pussy so we don't mix Go ahead spit about your jewels I love that they froze up You gonna do the same thing when Cass put them 4's up Take them all off and race off like I drove a This year's raw 16's nigga no cut.

Freeway :You ain't fuckin with Free for two reasons , my two kids two mouths to feed, I blow kids pause shoot niggas out they trees, broe-dee niggas you get pushed right off your block , Freeway when you see me call the cops, like I'm pac , you ain't ready to die then don't ride , all my niggas know to ya ????? and don't cry , no weapon bro to ya nine and won't die, hood niggas butter ??????? ?????? ?????? ?????? ??????? ??????? , middle by the summer leave you dead where you stand , If you thought you was fuckin with Freeway you can't , c a n apostrophe T , Tiger woods nigga pop atcha Tee , then I''ll hop in the D-e-l-t-a eighty eight move yay from state to state , stuff nicks fast scrape the plate , no fist fights keep racks scrape ya face , like I got ten men and forever to go , ride with my man it's whatever with O , calico in my hand feels like i got forever to blow . it's just some shit that I'm happy to know , take those sales still get a half for an o , five for a half advance money brick in a tuck , I'm not dumb no hits and I'm stuck , but believe me I'm a gun no hits and you fucked , i'm in your house sunday like NFL and Freeway don't fuck around with men that tell , cuz believe me it get chilly when you in that cell , I'm from P-h-i-l-l-y , A J Reid nigga's got L L knocked , and the feds need to just let Gotti ride ,I know young nigga's that'll body cops , stop , and think about what your facing here I'll end your career , and go buy a pack of woods and roll me a eL , Freeway I'm the hood I 'm reppin it well , Last year this time Free was under the jail , this year this time Free run wit the Roc , a k snubs and glocs , put the gat to ya moms titties , plug ya pops , bet a stack wanna run with me break ya pot , bet a car wanna ride wit me take your drop ,bet some coke wanna run with me break ya strip matter fact take ya strip make it flip , when you gonna realize that the flow don't stop , need money like castro doe don't stop , nigga you get what you ask for bullets or bars if the nigga's from the hood then the nigga a star , Freeway still get at his nut pause let young nigga's from the hood paulay in my car , takem with me when I cash my checks , so they can see clean money came from spitting raw , not off a bundle got to stash the rest .


Cassidy :Yo when I get hard with rhymes I shine like lip gloss you pissed off cuz your dick small so the condom slips off I stick thick whores and hit walls until they clict sore and then get scared until my dick fall imma sick boy throw a couple rocks in the watch so it could gliss more if you knew you rhymes was aliver than mines then what you spit for I do like jewels ice cubes circle the wrist Yall packs selling cats jealous we working with bricks watch your mouth cuz you about to be the person I hit you supposed to be rich you can't even purchase a whip I'm a boss so I floss in a covertable 6 and get sucked by them sluts you get personal with its B-Cass known for chrome and the ski mask I'm so dope I should get thrown in a rehab I need cash bottom line ever since I signed the dotted line I been outta my mind man my eyes on the dollar signs and more coke you guys just trying to shine so yall broke we all smoke breathin the ganja and I don't pop criss I need somethin stronger I drink that 151 and can't drive I call god like come get me 1 tipsy off rum I palm my gun you like Wyclef somebody call 911 when that 1 come my chick take pipe for me all night for me take flights for me yall gettin it first this my life story its like I get actual ghost to write for me if I'm starvin I'm in your apartment you a dead man Clap turn your sixers hat into a head band you gotta scared hand fumble your coke you cuffed up then butt fucked fumble the soap you huggin the post crack and a gun in your coat all winter but then all summer you broke if I front you some dope the pack gone or get a gun like that long to you back dog your back gone I watch you holla on the pavement next day his family put flowers on the pavement dog holla at my agent my schedule is tough I'm in the benz while shiz getting head in the truck my presi-dential bezzy heavy as fucked I aim for your neck and catch you in your head if you duck my eyes red from the ducth I get raw on an album everybody hearing me be like Hey yo shorty a problem

Freeway :YO... I'm a Roc A Fella heat spitter desert eagle heat holder , niggas wanna eat with us they know that where taken over , Roc A Fella heat spitters desert eagle heat holders... The neighborhood he coming from is crime infested , and where he get that money from it's old and stinkin , and it's a whole lot of it , until I see some legal change then I can't grow out of it , hittin the block every chance I get , eight hundred dollar hoofties , pants and kicks to get me around , two bricks will get you around , for getting grabbed with two bricks will get you sick in the gut , and stuck in the jail , grown men sittin around , look at me now , b sieg songs with Jay , miles away , from PA out MIA , I got to see my P O I don't think I'll stay for the whole trip , big titty women and show shit , in the hood fuck big titty women and hold clips ,but shits different from Philly when we rolling , niggas wear socks to they knees and cut off jeans , bad bitches with bubble gum schaurees , and I had bitches that just wanted to smut ,from LA to Maine get brain wanted to suck. remember wearing same jeans dirt stain in the cuff and where I put my hand in , remember hookieing school with bad bitches wouldn't let me put my man in , but now shit change I can pull my man in and pull his man in , and have a three way tag and be on some pac shit hitem just like that

Cassidy :When the truck leaves what the (hare???)stares for cuz I cut keyz like a hardware store It's funny but every since I got my money up I date chicks with fake tits and tummy tucks They love to fuck and I got lots of condoms I just go on my block to find them I wait till they drive past and wave my watch behind them and they pull over thinking that the cops behind them cuz the rocks blind them like police car lights my copt not dying I keep hard pipe and I creep your wife like hoe holla and I probably write your album you don't want no problem I had 4 dollars and flip that bought a soda two dutches some chips and a kit kat got 25 cent back made a phone call like yo swizz drop the crome off I got easy one you don't even need to come but dog I need to gun cuz I rather be in a pen before I be a bum Is a lot cake out there and I ain't eating none Guess I gotta take out here to get a piece of some you dumb niggaz don't question me cuz I ain't really eating I be just speaking hypothetically But come to Long Cold Pipe I'm like a celebrity and still got one head light on a celebrity

Freeway :Yo you must don't know I don't play don't kid around got a big truck nigga ak sit her down , if you got a low rider then ak lift her up , got a baby momma ak stick her up , nigga save the drama ak lift you up , off your feet , brake her down put her up , never toss the heat , dick her down eat me up never toss ya freak , but my young boy hit said he tossed her sneaks , and a couple of ones , freeway cold cannon with a couple of guns , if you must know rap and crack consecutive funds , free pack da gat clap the second you run , bullets travel through your chest in and out leave a whole air crush your lungs , chain was solid gold ,but I switch to plat , suunny Muslim pack guns like my brothers in Iraq heat the government push em and they wonder why they clap , we similar to that , sleep and you'll be like Sadom niggas can't find where you at , and when my man got clapped ,I just had to realize that Allah took him and I just can't bring him back , so I got them ????? n prayed that he made them ?????? before I rob a bank prayed nobody get injured , but theres always a tough guy brave and bold , that quick to be the bust guy layed him cold ,my description freezing hot guy blazing cold , why you bitchen you built like popeye played a role ,and I I'l put ya spinach at the back of my safe , put you back in your place put the mac in your face , nigga guns don't mean a thing if you ain't got that heart to pull , freeway cold guns sharp like a harpoon , make you harp with your jewels , don't sleep keep heat smart sharp with the tool , bust sharp with the scale , weigh o's rap em up ship em out all day plus , I spit sick switch flows like your draws , free roll with some stars , free get head from ya chick when she roll in my car plus, when she roll in my car she holdin them grams , ain't shit change but the pontiac 6000 to the dot six range same block where my pops flipped cane (go head)

Cassidy :Yo man I listen I don't got a whip but I got my chicks Z 3 k no top dropped out like a G.E.D Rican bitch eating my dick like Ben aqui(spanish for come over)I'm on the celly watching belly on a dvd If I get robbed you get 5 in your enyce be blowing my blow trying to see my P(uncertain of this because Youtube video cut out) I'm nbc news time blasting 8's keep your cool before you loose like half your face Run in your house cover your mouth with masking tapes let my chick strap on the dick his ass get raped everybody gotta dolla why procrastinate you get put in a casket for making thrashy tapes if I pass you base and you spend my gravy then I ask for my papes and you pretend you crazy I put 10 in your avy and pretend you payed me leave you stuffed in the dumpster like Brenda baby,mother fucka(reference to Tupac's Brenda's got a bay)

Freeway : Whether it's sixteen bars or a hundred and sixteen I spit mean bars niggas run and I click beams on a cream long it match the dot and the number on my car before the v match the number on my jeep after the dot what creep you think I'm not huh , run up in yo shop and take everything you working for DT's gripped my young boys up and said I know who you working for fresh rock shit Guess jeans who you working for , tinted up ????? whole team who you working for , catch a case cochran in the room judge like dam johny who you working for , it use to hurt when I hit your chick now she like Freeway it don't hurt no more eat me up till my man don't squirt no more , you wanna hear some bomb shit , real shit , street shit , whatchu searching for , free shit , new shit , dam where you cop that at , tower records ok I'm on top of that I can rock with that the boy nice fuck the price fuck and roll roll the dice two sixes whats up with all these twelves in my life , on the block moving twelve twelves , I got locked at a quarter to twelve , cops sat me in a twelve by twelve cell withheld my bail for twelve days , my celly got knocked for a body wit a twelve gauge , he said free lets break out i got twelve ways , and twelve niggas that'll rush to see ya , we gotta get through twelve gates he introduced me to Dino down the district he had to flush a twelfth of a key-load and he missed it , he just had new baby girl he want to hug her , his baby mom fuckin some chump he want to slug him , went to court the shit got beat , free back on the streets , on the chrome inside the rubber

Cassidy :Yo I'm just like my dad when I was young he used to stash guns in my diaper bag See these pits they'll skit and bite your ass I'm in a 4.0 S type of jag yall broke yall coke make the pipers mad and all eyes on me what yall some type of fags mad cuz my shit plus dog I like to flash yall rock the regular clothes where they slice the tags uh huh and if a nigga come at Cass like he’s sweet he get the double pipe to eat I like to beef Still like nightquill put you right to sleep I’ll break your ankles if I like your sneaks Put your mouth on the curve make you bite the street Leave most of yall missin like piper teeth you flipping twice a week you hustlin or what stop getting it mixin it cutting it all up whole quarter Key see he fuckin it all up you see him BM truckin it all up you cutting the rolla well I can help ya you’ll have dimes the size of Alka Seltzers When I bring it to you, man you can’t be scarred cuz you gon get served If I don’t get mine then you gon get churned I’ll burn each one outta these your whole head'll crack like sunflower seeds

Freeway :Niggas give me handshakes, is they fake or real? Uh
Person’s grill’ll hurt your stomach,Because a nigga face shows how he feels Especially if he’s drunk or blunted I don’t chill, don’t squeal, hold gats, several macks, couple pumps Two nines, if you feed lines, thank you – run it I tear ya, out your paper like coupon’s he think he run it I run through thugs – Jackie Journer I shoot through thugs – pack the burner I’m from the hood where they pack the corners And the DT’s hit the block They leave then we right back on the corner, We breed niggas that’ll run in your shop I love niggas that’ll run in your house Yall fake niggas just be runnin your mouth, yeah Till we run in your spot Where the shit right there, damn is he thuggin or not? All this cheese and he ain’t put up a fight B. Sieg kid put up his life, and for him F-R-E doing the same I slide through in the range, F-R-E screwing your dame Got to your bricks thanks to your bitch and that’s life, uh Strike the Sheppard and the sheep’ll scatter I bust shots in your boss crib, heat up his house Fragments from .22 shells sit in your bladder You lose fat cells, shit in a pouch You bullshittin’ with bars, I spit raw same shit from my flock Niggas pressed for a deal, same shit when they locked Rappin to the DT, I guess you figure you locked And your man out whippin’ and your bitch out fuckin’ And your cell too skinny and the food ain’t nothin’ And ain’t nobody lookin’ so you just said fuck it No parameters, yall niggas amateurs Before rap shit, threw clips low from cameras Awkward rap style, hard to handle us Move them crack files filled to Los Angeles Moved with hood niggas, hard to point us out Triple wood, no figures, hard to wipe us out

Cassidy :Yall playboys doing a lot’a hatin’ But they see me in the street and be quick to speak like salamun 'alaykum Good brother, I’m in the hood brother And the hood love us for wrappin’ good butter And I don’t wanna get on your tracks, I’m good brother You come from a hood of suckers I could see the past To see the cash I throw ounces in freezer bags To keep my pockets fat like Trina ass And believe when Cass slay these whores They get the type of dick they should pay me for But I don’t go in these ladies raw Cuz then they pop up pregnant claiming that the baby yours And I don’t get blood took to see I just wait till its born and I’m gone if it don’t look like me And it look like B, ahead of the rest Cuz every verse you get pissed on like pregnancy tests If the pipe your habit Then holler, I’ll price and bag it Get powdered every hour like diaper rashes I need psychiatrics to strap me down I got a track record ask around I’ll snatch a clown, pat him down, take his cheese, then leave And come BACK AROUND, and do it twice You see me and my back is down, I’m shootin’ dice And I might cut the cards if the loot is right But dog I aint’ the losing type You pick the game and I’ll bet Especially on the Sixers game When I get some change I’ma start rebuilding Buy stock, and cop some apartment buildings Niggas better start chillin ‘fore shit get crucial My guns like my dick – bigger than usual And screw you cats that’s in the rap business Keep my name out your mouth before you get smacked in it

Freeway : Put a beat on

Swizz Beats : Straight raw man...

Freeway : You can't put a beat on?

Swizz Beats : It's straight raw.

Freeway : Put a beat on, I wanna spit over a track…

Swizz Beats : Straight raw, everything’s straight raw…



Murda Mook vs. Party Arty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0eC42Nk2RI

When I first seen Murda Mook rap battling it was in this rap battle. I didn't grow up seeing rap battling like this. It opened my eyes to a whole new world of rapping.
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