Yeah, here's anotha one from ya boy Side Fx. Give me your worst. I can take it.

I’ma track star running though life chasing my dreams//
They said I was crazy , but it wasn’t as it seems//
They told me I’d neva make it in tha rap game//
Said I wasn’t good enough, but I’ma put dem haters to shame//
Show ‘em my skills//
Tell ‘em about hip-hop and about how I’ma re-build//
Yeah, that’s my dream//
Flying by othas that ain’t on my side, or better yet my team//
Tell ‘em about how I spit tha real//
I ain’t gotta rap about guns or the people I kill//
Rappers these days lie in 80% of they rhymes//
Making songs just for tha money, listening to it is just a waste of time//
That’s why I’m running, trying to make it big//
In a hurry to put away all of this crap, balling like a big rig//
Like a track star, jumping all of the hurdles//
Get in my way and I’ll kick you like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles//
I’m high caliber//
Something like a time traveler//
I’ve been to tha future and back, that’s why I’m wise beyond my years//
No longer am I scared, I’ve outgrown all my fears//
People see me and say look at that kid//
But once they take a look at the rhymes I did//
They give me props, tell me to keep doing what I do//
So I do me, no one can do it betta, not even you//
When I come around, put on ya shades, cause I’m that bright//
In the world of hip-hop it’s dark, so lemme a shed some light//
Hopefully I’ll make it far//
But as for now, I’m still running, I’m still a trackstar.

Yeah Sono, I see you homie. L.O.D 4 life! lol

keep it coming, rock vacuums like mic real
i'as under eighteen minute three mile, run, steal
keep it real cuz som suckas never learn to feel
heartbeat/ fear streets, and that's some real
brain stroke, grandpa's meat
but my father killed him
raise ya hands if ya down with Old Meats
and cute children
or dem ballroom dancers steady rockin the beat
I seen em in barns, you ever seen em in the club real?

Stay writing kid

that shit suck get the fuck out of here!

what if a fan drive pass in an black van
wit his angry klan screaming ban that
muther fucker what would you do and how would you handle it

i want to hear you spit a verse on that come up wit a hook
and i'll join in

but think about it four a few days and put some real emotions in ti
because every bodies not going to like you and it could possiblely happen!

now that's food for thought
fuck what witty said you ok wit me

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You, toy ass trick. Tonka truck, yeah it's on now buddy.You wanna battle me?

saddle up san an tonio spurs
and get scrotch by zeus torch have u say'n bur
mav or the cavs ill take you out
running up in my face trying to take my clout
but if you read between the words
in depth biopsy in to your capablity superman cords
of green geek cryptenite
you wanna pick up stones and challenge david's throne fight
on then collabo i new you was a
water down bro feeding his eagle kibbles n bits
throw'n fits like the terrible threes
company jump monkey i pulling yo strings
that's what kings do
and if you check the beat boy menu check how many
was slaughter one day late no refund on the dollar
minus a half math isn't you best suit
bloopers and loosers complain
that the rain isn't translated in to fact or fiction
but what you missing
is i'm pacasso and my intellect is
something like an chinese junk dragon boat fossil
handling sucker like roco beat
tyhe russian bear nikita
little girl you better go get rta
because i'm dining on milk bones
going upside domes sticking head in active water gardens
in funky town sitting back listening to track stars dround
pound puppy you just a yuppy looking
to increase yo street creds like uncle jed
sing a recount thug ballot
wit fake bullets kool it
and get down or get magic stick pimp slap down

i can't find you get off the ground

3 in one day and they say

i'm the greatest

Dude, you betta run and go M.I.A.
Get in tha witness protection program in tha C.I.A.
Don't mess wit me cause homie I don't play
The otha guy got messed up for being that way
So please, listen to me when I say
You suck, Stop tryin to battle
Wit no brain but a peanut in ya head to think, ya mind rattles
Yo rhymes are dirt rotten
By tha time I get to my 6th line, you've been forgotten
About, cause no one listens to ya rhymes
If I wanted to, I could beat you wit 3 lines
Yeah, 1,2,3 simple as that
Maybe not even that long as a matter of fact
So get lost
You like stubborn plaque, to get rid of you I need dental floss
But on tha real, what kind of name is "Tonka Truck" boy
You gettin played like you were some kind of pre-school toy
You got some real guts to call ya self a king
Taken on 3 people at a time, you gonna end up wit a broken wing
And ya tail tucked between ya legs
In the end, you're gonna be tha one who begs

my rumble abstract like like thunder till lightning
your monkey sling shit like he's so wise and frightening
metaphor oughta clear up, you more aimin for cloudy
bangin dissonant chords, no melody, loudly
you flow like cold butter cut with rusty blade
but my flow more butter more like cascade
hades, euphrates, shit's all the same
you think you a word drummer but you just sayin names
keys felt and rat tattin with these fingers that be
snappin buffalo nickels, heads offa riders and steed
you got metaphors ill, but you don't know how to read
your lame horse can't trot beat, what's in his feed?
and now the gallopin javelin strike down your wack battle'n
travellin cattleman, herdbeat unravelin prattle'n
on the saddle mounted and talented, but you keep countin the beat wrong
tundra thunder world wonder how it all seem to sing song

i'ma be jamie fox from king towers draw'n a box
around side fx false x zibit get it you didn't
come wit it you spit it u hit it but yo girl say
she didn't feel it now you left play'n
wit it in a battle of rotten beef forgotten
baby rattle drops teeth reverse witness protection
stank'n lank'n ill take back yo emancepation
leaven you wave'n on a slave ship talk'n about
how big yo chain chips fat joe ill make it rain
on the stage you rage war kid abstract back is soar
no spine no lines but walking along krusty the clown
nines you throw'n lightening it's frightening
fents you call that a vent is that the extent of you vocab
speaking loudly your vision is cloudy bouty bouty
you ain't no body

Yo Tonka, do you know what I do in my spare time?
I eat rappers like you for lunch and spit out they rhymes.
Nobody knows how to interpret the lines you spit.
I guess it’s because you’re just an illiterate bitch.
When I spit you get sick.
You stupid prick
So stop sliding on those slippery dicks
So bitch please
Bow down to me, get on ya knees
Know your superior, a lesson in rap is what you need
So pay attention while I begin to teach
If you want, you can just call me preach
Cause I’m diggen in ya soul make miracles as I reach
I got more disses for you than grains of sand at the beach
So go away
Hide under a rock and stay
Since ya name is a toy, maybe the kids will let you play
Cause you’re an outcast to me
Always picked last on tha team
Now look at me, I’m living the American dream

I consider this battle over!

bible in one hand boxcutter in the other
steppin up fighter stance, mr brand undercover
hand block with ho byblos and I cut ya brain's mother
now yo aorta splashin on the pigs you call ya brothers
I rep for evagreens you rep for padre southa
you another MC testin, not a dancer or a lover
lotta suckas ride on slave ships with no rudder
da vinci leonardo style scissors like a cutter
stutter, sucka, I'll show you real Amistad
stole an iron katana from the "black man God"
forged it to a Mana sword, invade tland of Nod
but you put your hands ova ya ears when I'm plowin sod
Wack MC's spare the child and spoil the rod
lawdy miss clawdy, you dance so dirty
can't believe you almost thirty
can't believe you suckas fallin for that
ya all capitol rats, I'm a barn cat
catchin dem mice, true war be like that
clickin cowman boots like the ratta tat tat

no response
try again bring about ten if you wanna win
the big teddy bear at the carnival
2 stocking hoes wit runs if was fun but yeah you won
wit no metaphors and no punchlines just a lot of grabble emotions
like chicken roasting on a Bar B Q grill
what m say scared and killed

hahahaha lol lamo


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