The Freestyle Rap Battle Thread!

[JNightshade]

This is for all the mad beef you can only settle through ill verbage. I'll start us off with some exerpts from a brief conversation with Shamrock...
(keep in mind these were all made up on the fly)




Shamrock: haha nightshade you love my rhymes
JNightshade: hell yeah I do
JNightshade: like tigger loves pooh
JNightshade: But remember, you ain't the only one with some phat rhymes in your pocket: my mad abstract schemes make you give up and let me rock it

JNightshade: I push my literature on the streets and spread illumination
JNightshade: throughout the nation
JNightshade: your "hip hop" is masturbation
JNightshade: so shut the f*ck up you dirty haitian

Shamrock: hahahaha
Shamrock: i like that last one
JNightshade: I figured you would
Shamrock: well you figured correctly good sir
JNightshade: that's good to hear
JNightshade: the ladies cheer
JNightshade: as my mad rhymes go down like Everclear
JNightshade: they make you sick, they make you vomit
JNightshade: cause after me you know you'll bomb it

(later, talking about Everclear)
JNightshade: smells like rubbing alcohol, tastes like death
JNightshade: after you drink it, other people be gettin' crunk off yo breath


now someone else go!

 

[Greatgat]

The puppy thread was better because it was off topic, but even tropic-al lovelies can't compare to a pair of battle rappers going off like a fapper!

edit: OK, kind of lame.

 

[Que-Ever]

We're on a forum, so we got no beats
But seein' in print will enhance the feat
You come against me,
You practiced plenty,
But unfortunately I'm the kind of guy who'll start up the fencing
back and forth, swinging more, don't know WHAT I got in store
you're bringing on your rhymes, but with you I wipe the floor
babbling now, holy cow,
the pirate bunny's ON ya
Amazing how, even now,
I flow like Wat-ah
when I haven't even rapped since Michael Jordan was cool,
If you can imagine back in l'il kid school
a scrawny little white kid by the age of twelve
rappin' and rhymin', and beginning to delve
into the secret wel he's got somewhere inside,
taking friends names and makin' em something of pride
tiny rhymes, three lines, bout the things going on,
centered round the dude, because that's who it was for
I'm tryin' to stop now but i can't
I remember the feeling
all this nonsense rolling out, as if it had some meaning
should just press "post", but it's too far down the page
by the time I get there, thought of something else to say
afraid the thread is locked before I'm ever through
Alright, I'm DONE now with just one last thing:



woohoo

 

[JNightshade]

Yeah, yo rhymes be fresh, make no mistake,
but mine are so new they ain't got no expiration date
you can't relate
you're slow and plodding,
like you're busy tuggin' literary freight
so don't hate.
Now, you may have started when you were just twelve years old,
but you still sound like you're nine- you haven't broken no molds!
Your lyrical repertoire is contemptible
even irreprehensible
as they say, "the head is empty,
and the abilities are bull!"

 

[Que-Ever]

You big words confuse me
Mentally abuse me
I don't get the phrases you're using
Like you said, I sound nine
I think that's where I left my mind
so gimme so time to git
edumacated n' fit
It's gettin' too late
to pass tenth grade at this rate
hanging too much with my mates
instead of letting the man educate
write lessons on the slate
don't got the notes I should take
so now, I will state
I'm much too dense
To hop the fence
Of the master rhymers
They're mouths slippers n' sliders
I sit here sorta mumblin'
Strugglin'
To keep up with the rest
Fillin' bubbles for the test
I'm losing my air, goin' into a trance
If we continue this verbal dance,
The stupidity will enhance
I'll pass it on to you
drag you to my level
beat you with experience
I'm not takin' it seriously
I'm goin' on wearily,
This things pretty silly
don't mind me.

 

[_Z_Ryuken]

Interesting.

I can say I'm slightly impressed by what you've so far presented,
but listen here your style is not so crazy, as demented.
I apply for patents to my verse jigga cuz I straight up invent it
like putting digital clocks in shit, and making it vanilla scented.
I intend to end this thread like I make the rules,
break it after it's been bended,
I mean bent, sometimes I say things better than how I intended.

Round one son of the freestyle thread going down now,
gather round with your friends I'm taking the burbs downtown.

/preview

 

[Greatgat]

I'm afraid this thread is spammage
But there's no damage
From what we can't regulate
What we hate, there's no spate
To hell with our state of disaffection.
Affection has made us contentious
With our consensus, but forums
Leave us with our, um,
Painless is our strength
We need nothing but our strength,
This thread is nothing read until we put our straightness to the length.

 

[JNightshade]

As I look into the sky amidst the mindless cacophony
I can hear your mother's voice, beggin' "please, j*ck off on me!"
But you know I would never even touch that ho-
she'll f*ck any dirty scrub with a cock and some dough.
Witness my flow:
it's heavy like menstruation
and revolutionary like Che Guevara rocked the nation.
With these words that emanate, I be changin' minds
openin' eyes
under this subtle white boy disguise.

 

[_Z_Ryuken]

As I look into the sky amidst the mindless cacophony
I can hear your mother's voice, beggin' "please, j*ck off on me!"
But you know I would never even touch that ho-
she'll f*ck any dirty scrub with a cock and some dough.
Witness my flow:
it's heavy like menstruation
and revolutionary like Che Guevara rocked the nation.
With these words that emanate, I be changin' minds
openin' eyes
under this subtle white boy disguise.

It's hard to concentrate watching the TV.
Maybe it's cuz I figure this lesson is beneath me.
Am I even trying or is this thing for real though?
If I had to bust a "yo mama" joke it's cuz my game has gotten real slow!
And so:
I recite this incantation:
"E pluribus unum I've mastered paper chasin'."
With these verbal greens I take, I give sight to blinds,
cheeseburgers to fries,
the ones that can't adapt are straight up ostracized.

 

[Sam]

Sam I am, green eggs and ham

Seussed!

 

[Steven]

:|

6char

 

[Jintor]

6char you say, is that the way
to make sure these people out there pay
to hear you rhyme
every time
to... i'm tired.

 

[ríomhaire]

Retards Attemting Poetry,
it's just sad...etry

 

[Beerdude26]

zOMG one sec I'll see if I can find that old IRC log where me and some other members freestyled on the #dodmach channel :O

[23:24] <Vegeta897> this is halfquake you are here to die, this is halfquake even if you cry
[23:24] <Vegeta897> tell me someone has played that mod ---
[23:24] <Anasynth> yeah, it was cool
[23:24] <Vegeta897> crap, i messed up the lyrics
[23:24] <Vegeta897> oh well
[23:24] <Anasynth> Magic pie in the sky
[23:24] <Vegeta897> the OST owns anyway
[23:24] <Anasynth> Will you teach me how to fly
[23:24] <Anasynth> If you don't, I will die
[23:25] <Anasynth> Then I'll fall, then I'll die
[23:25] <Beerdude26> Ok enough weird rhyming
[23:25] <Anasynth> POETRY
[23:25] <Vegeta897> so many words rhyme with pie >_>
[23:25] <Anasynth> Oh crap
[23:25] <Beerdude26> Pie
[23:25] <Beerdude26> Sky
[23:25] <Beerdude26> Lie
[23:25] <Beerdude26> Hi
[23:25] <Anasynth> One of the "die" was supposed to be "cry"
[23:25] <Beerdude26> My
[23:25] <Anasynth> Please don't lie, magic pie
[23:25] <Anasynth> Or I'll poke out my own eye
[23:25] <Anasynth> Then I'll heave a heavy sigh
[23:25] <Beerdude26> And I'll cry
[23:26] <Anasynth> Perhaps I'll eat my own thight
[23:26] <Anasynth> thigh*
[23:26] <Vegeta897> and then you can mix in words that end in y... Specify the flava of da pie...
[23:26] <Beerdude26> I'll go out to buy a new tie
[23:26] <Anasynth> Thinking it was made of pie
[23:26] <Beerdude26> lol
[23:26] <Beerdude26> I'll smoke some weed, I dunno why
[23:26] <Anasynth> A pie you are not supposed to fry
[23:26] <Beerdude26> I'll fly in the sky
[23:26] <Anasynth> That makes you a stupid guy
[23:26] <Beerdude26> But, hey, you're high
[23:27] <Anasynth> With all my might, I think I'll try
[23:27] <Anasynth> To eat some pie with Bill Nye
[23:27] <Vegeta897> even sulkdodds can do better than this
[23:27] <Beerdude26> The Science guy
[23:27] <Anasynth> SHAZAM IN THE PAN
[23:27] <Beerdude26> Cause that's what he can
[23:27] <Anasynth> He's the man
[23:27] <Beerdude26> He's funnier than
[23:27] <Vegeta897> a monkey with a tan
[23:27] <Beerdude26> That pelican
[23:27] <Anasynth> bax puddin snax with lax and crax for smax and jax
[23:28] <Beerdude26> Omg hax!
[23:28] <Anasynth> hax his trax to the max!
[23:28] <Beerdude26> Gimme some tic tacs!
[23:28] <Vegeta897> racks and racks of tic tacs
[23:28] <Beerdude26> And some medpacks
[23:28] <Beerdude26> Rhyme to the max
[23:28] <Anasynth> And some angry blacks
[23:29] <Vegeta897> who eat healthy snacks
[23:29] <Beerdude26> on golden placks
[23:29] <Vegeta897> but it lacks..
[23:29] <Anasynth> I'm running out of words here
[23:29] <Beerdude26> same
[23:29] <Anasynth> So I'll make a fax!
[23:29] <Anasynth> For more words that rhyme with hax!
[23:29] <Vegeta897> so start a new... get a clue. or make some stew
[23:29] <Beerdude26> I'll receive em in shacks
[23:29] <Anasynth> Make some stew out of poo
[23:29] <Beerdude26> Stew's coo
[23:29] <Anasynth> Then put it in your shoe
[23:30] <Beerdude26> You'll get some nasty goo
[23:30] <Anasynth> Coo coo!
[23:30] <Beerdude26> But Anasynth too
[23:30] <Vegeta897> he grew
[23:30] <DreadLord1337> Second password Vegie.
[23:30] <Beerdude26> OMG YOU BROKE OUR RHYME
[23:30] <Vegeta897> dreadlord omfg ryhme you foo
[23:30] <Beerdude26> Meh, he don't give a dime
[23:30] <Beerdude26> God isn't that a crime
[23:30] <DreadLord1337> vegie, password, you jew
[23:31] <Anasynth> Jew rhymes with new
[23:31] <Vegeta897> no, u
[23:31] <Beerdude26> Do the dew
[23:31] <DreadLord1337> vegie ill kill you
[23:31] <DreadLord1337> gimme password, fo
[23:31] <DreadLord1337> foo*
[23:31] <Anasynth> So does you
[23:31] <Vegeta897> stafoo
[23:31] <Anasynth> true
[23:31] <Beerdude26> Guys, we all coo'
[23:31] <DreadLord1337> coo
[23:31] <Beerdude26> Raziaar says : Moo
[23:31] <Vegeta897> thats what that cow do
[23:31] <DreadLord1337> Vegeta, pw to page 2?
[23:32] <Vegeta897> ITS RIGHT IN THE ****ING SOURCE TEXT
[23:32] <Beerdude26> Do you mean the pw to the enterprise page, dood?
[23:32] <DreadLord1337> i dont see it in the source text, obviously
[23:32] <Vegeta897> then you are blind
[23:32] <Beerdude26> That's cause you're not in the right mood
[23:32] <DreadLord1337> no, tell it to me thanks
[23:32] <Vegeta897> what's the fookin point
[23:33] <Vegeta897> you wont be able to get past
[23:33] <Vegeta897> the next ones
[23:33] <DreadLord1337> k
[23:33] <DreadLord1337> tell it to me thanks
[23:33] <Beerdude26> JavaScript
[23:33] <Anasynth> What are you two knuckleheads playing at.
[23:33] <DreadLord1337> I already did JavaScript and it did absolute shit
[23:33] <Beerdude26> password is "JavaScript"
[23:33] <Anasynth> hackthis or some such?
[23:33] <DreadLord1337> thats the firs tone i tried
[23:33] <Beerdude26> well it works with me
[23:33] <Beerdude26> so tood bad
[23:33] <Vegeta897> mind the caps
[23:33] <Beerdude26> Now back to those rhymes
[23:34] <Anasynth> I made a rhyme just in time
[23:34] <Beerdude26> Cus' those were the good old times
[23:34] <Anasynth> Beerdude, you are lookin' fine
[23:34] <Vegeta897> he's wearing a shirt of mine
[23:34] <Anasynth> How 'bout I call you at 9?
[23:34] <Vegeta897> and you will dine?
[23:34] <Anasynth> I'll polish my shoes and make 'em shine
[23:34] <RipperRoo> Did someone force feed you guys sugar?
[23:34] <Beerdude26> I'm so good lookin' it's a crime
[23:34] <Vegeta897> except for that grime...
[23:35] <Anasynth> Stole my word, veggie
[23:35] <Vegeta897> bwahaha
[23:35] <Vegeta897> we need to take ordered turns
[23:35] <Vegeta897> as to not
[23:35] <Beerdude26> nah
[23:35] <Vegeta897> ok fine
[23:35] <Beerdude26> Veggie likes lime
[23:35] <Beerdude26> Maybe some pine
[23:35] <Anasynth> I'm playing with a sine
[23:35] <Beerdude26> You're in a hyme
[23:36] <Anasynth> I can't think of a good line
[23:36] <Vegeta897> new rhyme
[23:36] <Beerdude26> So we change to another beat
[23:36] <Beerdude26> Time to get something to eat
[23:36] <Vegeta897> get on your feet
[23:36] <Anasynth> Beat? Beating the meat?
[23:36] <Beerdude26> Anasynth, let's meet
[23:36] <Anasynth> Sorry, but you cheat
[23:36] <Beerdude26> That's not a cool greet
[23:36] <Anasynth> Cheating is for losers, skeet skeet skeet
[23:37] <Beerdude26> If you follow me, you'll get a treat
[23:37] <Anasynth> I'll show you to my friend Pete
[23:37] <Vegeta897> he is very leet
[23:37] <Beerdude26> You just can't stand the heat
[23:37] <RipperRoo> Ahhh! I'm not your friend Anasynth!
[23:37] <Anasynth> But he has a tough teat
[23:37] <Beerdude26> Ok what's that
[23:37] <Vegeta897> you be talkin' street
[23:38] <Beerdude26> Empty
[23:38] <Anasynth> The street is for my feet
[23:38] <RipperRoo> I should atleast get some royalties if you're gonna use my name in your rhymes...
[23:38] <Beerdude26> shaddup ripper
[23:38] <Vegeta897> or i'll send my fleet
[23:38] <Beerdude26> Anasynth is so much hipper
[23:38] * RipperRoo slaps his forehead.
[23:38] <Anasynth> Hipper than a skipper
[23:38] <Beerdude26> And in CoD he isn't a clipper
[23:38] <Anasynth> He's a mad tripper
[23:39] <Vegeta897> but a poor tipper
[23:39] <Anasynth> Got a mad flipper
[23:39] <Beerdude26> He's such a good shipper
[23:39] <RipperRoo> You guys are like the Pirates on CoMI.
[23:39] <Vegeta897> his girlfriend's a stripper
[23:39] <Beerdude26> Pirates?
[23:40] <RipperRoo> Pirates.
[23:40] <Beerdude26> CoMI?
[23:40] <Anasynth> Wait for me, gotta pee
[23:40] <RipperRoo> Curse of Monkey Island.
[23:40] <Beerdude26> lol
[23:40] <Beerdude26> CoMI pwns all
[23:40] <RipperRoo> only the best adventure game ever made
[23:40] <Beerdude26> yeh
[23:40] <Beerdude26> K let's rewind
[23:40] <RipperRoo> the 4th one was a letdown
[23:40] <Beerdude26> Yeh
[23:41] <Beerdude26> 3rd one was perfect, still drawn but with voices
[23:41] <Vegeta897> um, i gotta eat dinner... (i wont be getting thinner) i'll be back in 10
[23:41] <Beerdude26> K see you later my friend
[23:41] <Anasynth> Back, on track, sharper than a tack
[23:41] <RipperRoo> and don't go round the bend?
[23:42] <Anasynth> Being a dude, needin' some food
[23:42] * Anasynth is now known as Ana|FEWD
[23:42] <RipperRoo> but not being rude
[23:42] <Beerdude26> FEWD?
[23:42] <Ana|FEWD> FEWD, DUDE
[23:42] <RipperRoo> hes gone to eat Fewd
[23:42] <Beerdude26> What's that, a mood?
[23:42] <Ana|FEWD> PRONOUNCE IT, SIR
[23:42] <Beerdude26> A feud?
[23:42] <Ana|FEWD> omg i h8 u
[23:43] <Beerdude26> Oooh food
[23:43] <Beerdude26> You do it for the hood
[23:43] <RipperRoo> hahahaha
[23:43] <RipperRoo> got there in the end then

 

[Icarusintel]

It's threads like these that make me realize that Darwin was wrong, natural selection obviously does not exist.

 

[Sulkdodds]

A note yo:
Them big mommy and daddy letters show that I'm shouting hoarse-voiced to shatter yo drums.
Dashes in words show my pro-nounce-i-ay-shun.
*

When they laid my mamma down under the scanna X-rayed her gray-vid swelling and say-ed shit
boys this kid's gonna be a playa gonna be a slayer gonna make some noise
a beep-beep-beep as they put mamma to sleep and pressed electronic ears to her bump to monitor
the sweep, the stutter, the clatter, the clutter, my heart-beat, phatter than they'd ever seen or heard
echoing back across ages and aeons through the pages of time, a paean to life
to death, to blood, to sweat
to air, to fire, to hate to desire
music of the heart. Music gonna start to work in yo brainstem, ****in' up yo system, firing your syn-aps-ES-AI-YA!

Backing singers sing in tongues; gibberish

BLOOD MUSIC's what the doctors were catching in their head blood music for a blood brother doct-or said
GIMME FIVE HUNDRED CCS OF FUNK, PUNK, STAT YO'ALL KNOW WHERE I'M AT - FOOl, GIMMA THAT! An he rammed slammed jammed spammed thank you ma'am'd that needle in her belly down into my spine sent shivers in time now ripples in time now long-time ago primordial ghetto genesis funk show comin at'cho said MOTHER****ER LISTEN NOW YOU HEAR MY VOICE LIKE YOU HEAR THAT JOYCE ON THE MONITOR-O
THIS KID'S I TELLS YA THE COMIN OF CHRIST NUMBER T-WUH-OH NUMBER T-WUH OH
Now nurse's like girly voice shit man you going mad get the ****a my hospital or you'll wish you had doctor WHY WONT YOU LISTEN WHY NOT OPEN UP YOUR EYES THERE'S A SAVIOUR A MESSIAH COMIN OUT' THESE THIGHS NOW SPREAD EM' BITCH SPRU-SPRU-SP-SP-SP-SPREAD EM', SPREAD EM' MOTHER****ER LET'S SPREAD THEM THIGHS!
Now mother's convulsing, she's screaming and pulsing on the tortured sheets screaming out her sighs doctor MOTHER DONT YOU STOP OR DROP NOR GIVE UP THERE'S THE FUTURE OF OUR ALL UP THERE RIGHT NOW NOW PUSH
Pussshh
SAID PUSH
Pussssh
PUSH MOTHER****ER FOR THE SON OF GOD NOW PUSH
Aaaaaaah!
PUSH
You're killing her, T!
PUSH MOTHER****ER FOR THE SON OF GOD

An I popped out the womb in a shower of gore splatter blood on the floor like a shot from a cannon and where should I land in but the safe hands in safe warm hands of the doctor his shirt all flecked with little bits of my momma and guess who it was - who? MC Hammer! Said hey son nice one welcome to the world it's not a good place and it's gonna be hard and it's gonna be bad but I ain't worried you're a bad mother****er gonna do me proud.

RIGHT THEN mother****ers the door explodes in a shower of splinters and shavings and wood and hammer's on the floor with his hammer in his hand says HEY FOOL GET THE ****A MY ROOM and in come two suits black ties white shoes, onuvvem with a shot-gun and he shoots and he miss cause hammer's too quick and too quick to slip. Swiss knife's in his hand open up the wind-ow but OOPS too slow time to go down and CRACK! CRACK! Hamma attack! The place erupts in a storm of flak and Hamma's on the floor, coming through the door are the two suits, pentagrams tattood on their heads say

[boring voice] now mr hammer, 'fraid you done jam us in a bit of a trick stick tricky situation this here's the boy, jesus christ, is he not? The boy's shit hot and that just won't do. The boys downstairs don't want this sass from some religious bitch come a bite 'em in the ass so we're here, you see, as agents of the beast, to smash his face, satan ain't no foo'

Say your prayers quoth the larger of two!

And something in me went snap, just went snap just like just that something rising now something big something bright some crazy-ass light now rising in my eyes now comin' up fast and the lord said mine is the power and the glory now the mother****in' glory time to earn your pay and what happened next I can't never say but the music rose in me

Know the truth and it shall set you free

Almighty god power risin' in me-

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance!

Old testament, bitch, firin up ma en-gines!

Thy shalt not covet they nieghbour's ox!

Very funny, dad. Asshole. You suck cocks.

THAS WHY NONE AYO CAN TOUCH ME NOW 'CAUSE I MY MUSIC COMES NOT FROM HOW BUT WHY, THE REASON AND THE QUESTION TOO, AND THE LORD SAVED ME AND HE CAN SAVE YOU IF YOU LOVE IF YOU PRAY BELIEVE AND THAT DAY WHEN CATS AND DOGS RAIN AND HORSEMEN ABROAD ALL SCYTHES AND BONES YOU'LL KNOW YOU NOW'S THE TIME TO OFFER UP YOUR SOUL AND OFFER UP YOUR HEART
TO ME, THE ULTIMATE, END AND THE START.
[backing singers in italics]
Our Father, mother****er, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be they name
Thy kingdom come
and your will be done,
on earth as in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread
And forgive our debts as we forgive our debtors
Deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
The power and the glory. Amen.

 

[ComradeBadger]

A new day another morning after, leaning back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria
Last night was some beer laryness done our way but again we're back in the light of day
Chatting shit, sitting at the wall table telling jokes playing with the salt, lookin out the window
Girl brings 2 plates of full english over with plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato
Get my phone out, 'bout to give this girl a shout, see if she had a nice time last night up town
Ask if she fancies trying it again sometime then Cal grabs the phone oi oi oi!

Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!

Seriously Mick you **** her
No no no Cos ya know what I mean
Don't mug yourself
I'm ****ing, i'm know way really d'ya know what I mean
I can take it or leave it, believe, and then Calvins like oi

You need to hold it down Jack, put your phone back
Quit staring into space and eat your snack, thats that
She'll want you much for not hanging on
Stop me if Im wrong, stop me if Im wrong
Why should she be the one who decides whether its off or on or on or off or on
Now the girls rude, I know she's rude but she's screwed right through you, you'll be on your knees soon

Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
Bust just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!
And i'm like, honestly it's not like that, your acting like im prancing like a sap
Jumping when she claps and that, oi
Do you really think I act wack cos Im tellin ya serving the aces and it's game set and match
Perfectly in control of this goal, I got the lead role, won't be fooled and I'm older than you're told
Girl sold, high speeds gold, game over game over too cold

Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, that's all don't mug yourself!

Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!

WIN.

 

[Solaris]

It's threads like these that make me realize that Darwin was wrong, natural selection obviously does not exist.

I noticed that when I saw your post
Your right wing s**t that is s**t to most
I almost gIve up when I see the s**t you make like 50cent
But then I found a sane group who make that other 49%
Its clear that its not fair to let you represent
That f****d up country that I so resent
So heres to the few, the the muted the brave
Fight the Administration, theres a world to save.


Booyah.

 

[el Chi]

This ain't true freestyle
'cause people can take a while
Bide their time
To bust an ill rhyme
So stop tryin' to hard
Showin' this rapper facade
On the internet no-one's gonna prove to me
They got the skillz 'less I hear an mp3
So bring it on chump
And knock out lines like THUMP!
Lemme hear your vox
Rappin quicksmart and rocks
Or stop tryna make like 'sup
And shut the hell up

 

[dream431ca]

Retards Attemting Poetry,
it's just sad...etry

QFT..pretty much.

 

[Sulkdodds]

Yo yo, yo yo yo chi-unit.

On the one hand man you got a good point cause without the aural violence, sound, dead's this joint but over hand 2 there's no I in team cause a rapper ain't nothing without his crew so maybe your talent is busting them rhymes but maybe yo talent is takin yo time and scribbling brain on the processed pine and letting your poetry burn or shine people always get pissed when they say bullshit, he don't write his hits, girl, u a trip but sometimes it takes more'n one to meld minds and craft it well both function and form cause it's like that, like metal work or alchemy - you start with raw mats of language, concept, strings of rhythm you gotta purify, distill, make a schism twixt bullshit, rubbish, ****wit flaws in the twisted face of the brain-brain doors then even then not a simple job to carve elegance outa the dull square blob, the big block-pile of crystalised thought and style it into something worthwhile.

Problem here is you gotta beware you're a hypocrite if you spout this shite and don't wanna walk the walk you talked so well. Gonna prove yoself, boy? Well that's just swell.

Reason I ain't put my voice to the taint of an otherwise clean slate of zeroes and ones cause if I did I'd surely shatter the mic and the monitor too, house go splat, crack windows and the street blown flat by the awesome power of my aural vision
exploding in sound like nuclear fission.

ATTENTION ALL! THIS IS AN EDIT: Like a thief in the night or a ninja, you said it, I return to add this one lil' tidbit to my statement, my credit and it runs thus:

This supposed to be a BATTLE ya'll. Where's the fuss?

 

[el Chi]

QFT..pretty much.

Yes, because you and ríomhaire are so above it you decided to post in the thread just to say that you thought the thread was pointless? Nice one.
Besides, that didn't rhyme.

 

[Sulkdodds]

Right back atcha, spongebob masta.

 

[dream431ca]

Yes, because you and ríomhaire are so above it you decided to post in the thread just to say that you thought the thread was pointless? Nice one.
Besides, that didn't rhyme.

I am so above it? Nice one. Oh and that didn't rhyme either.

 

[Sulkdodds]

You're just bitter cause all yo mates titter cause you're fat not phat bitch HOW BOUT THAT?

 

[dream431ca]

You're just bitter cause all yo mates titter cause you're fat not phat bitch HOW BOUT THAT?

Conformist! HA! I WIN!

 

[el Chi]

Right back atcha, spongebob masta.

You call yo'self Sulk?
I'll smash your cred like the Incredible Hulk
You call me hypocrite
Well you're full of sh*t
Y'see my clever lines
Are a sign of the times
This genre's gone stale
And every one of y'all just fail
So it's up to me to take rap to new heights
Away from the strife, the bravado and fights
To a level of intellect and charmed British wit
Thoughts inspired, proverbial lightbulbs lit
So try and tell me now I'm not burnin' hot
I'll out-do, out-rap and out-drink every one of you lot
'cause y'see it's not all about vocal speed
And it's not all about guns, ho's and weed
These days it's about an orginal persona
And sampling something classier than My Sharona
I think I've spent enough time proving my point
A true Brit'd prefer a good pint to a joint
See I'd rather be an indie gent than a hip-hop lout
So f*ck this game, I'm done and I'm out.

 

[Sulkdodds]

Conformist! HA! I WIN!

Ain't no shame in conforming to the norm when it's fun fun fun and makes you all warm inside yo chest like a cat down your vest; when the swarm is right then go with the swarm. Rebellion for its own sake's a pointless endeavor. It's not big and it's not real clev0r.

If it ain't broke don't try to fix it,
Don't be pissed just cause you can't mix it
If it gets you riled piss off, ya dipshit.

EDIT: One two three to the motherf*ckin' Chi!
Sorry to see you throw in the towel man you could have gone far if you hadn't trowelled on rhymes so bad they're pretty much crimes you couldn't sell on the streets, not one dime. I think it fits that what I just said is the most shit, obvious cliched response. 'Rhyme' slash 'crime' is the devil in words; a literary carcass all picked at by birds, the vultures, the sculptors of previous attempts too bored to come up with their own damn lament. I would stay longer but history calls for my expert touch before the fall of the deadline, coursework's a real old c*nt but the voices cry from the eastern front.

 

[jondy]

Conformist! HA! I WIN!

Conformist? You win? So he a part of the system? Sulky he know' where you at, frontin' up getting you pissed, an'
I seen your post, come put your foot on the real estate, you ain part of the battle, come in and join the debate

EDIT: Cat down your vest?

 

[Sulkdodds]

Well it's sure as hell warm, and furry to boot - you should try it some time. It's rather a hoot. Plus it's not always easy as you'd think to find the right word iron out the kinks.

 

[dream431ca]

Sorry guys when I rap I sound like crap. When a word that that rhymes is not there, I sit and pull my hair. So I shall leave this thread be, and go play some more project gothem racing three.

 

[Greatgat]

Furry kitties in your shirt are almost as good as titties, but the Illuminatis all say that a mausoleum is where you're spending your fi'tty.

Yo.

 

[el Chi]

If it ain't broke don't try to fix it

"If it ain't broke don't fix it"!?
I'm just tryna shake things up a bit
Like Sheryl Crow, a change'd do you good
But you just wanna drone on 'bout the 'hood
That's fine for you, but not good enough for me
'cause at the moment I can't see the wood for the trees
You need to stand out from the crowd
And shout yer individuality loud
How're you gonna get noticed when you're part of the pack
On the highroad to mediocrity on a fast-track
I wanna keep this genre's allure
So what'll you be - the solution or cure?

 

[_Z_Ryuken]

People please, don't hate what you don't understand.
It's ignorant.

Any nay sayer might as well be considered beligerent.
I turn nukkas impotent.
Did I hear ya mention 50 cent?
That kid came and away he went.
Focus on the real subject.
If it weren't for busters shootin off their mouth this world' be ****in perfect.
Take your comments you know where you can shove it, go into your room take your dick and jerk it,
the rest of us try to rise above it, change for the better and do good where we can and have fun cuz that's the way we work it.
Ya'll mufuggas worthless.
I could train a dog to perform more tricks in less time and profit like a merchant.
My style kills you like internment.
Lucky for you my gas chamber is subdued by keyboard and some other matters' pertinent.

On that note I leave you a feisty rebuttal
Take your time and think though you'll need big nuts and twice these words to pummel
Don't drain yourself like funnel.

Mmm funnel cake.

 

[jondy]

Well it's sure as hell warm, and furry to boot - you should try it some time. It's rather a hoot. Plus it's not always easy as you'd think to find the right word iron out the kinks.

Furry to boot, boi? As the spartan myth implies
A fox under the sweater gonna eat up your insides

 

[Sulkdodds]

Ein-zwei-drei-fier-funf-to the sechs, rapping like this it's better than sex but one thing's missing - there's an empty hole where there should be dissing.

Therefore, I spit, unprovoked, at Gat. You're going to get smoked you carry on like that. You got the kind of face not even yo momma could love and the penis fits like a welcome hand to a glove up your bum-hole down in the dark alleyways where muggers get mugged and raped by gays, like you, yeah you, it's easy to see it fits right into yo obscene fantasies.

Note that the above is fake-ass trash flow-mo cause if I was in earnest I wouldn't hate on homos. You my friend are a different matter, cause you'd explode if you got any fatter.

EDIT: yessit gets changed after like a soviet truth-clerk I'm gonna hafta add some notes to my hist-or-eeh of this crazy shit in the D-M-Z. Turns out ya'll full of vitriol and I didn't need to set that ball a-roll-in, but what the hell, I'll bite, a sharp-jawed jaws, razor teeth with a witty clause.

What'll I be, Chi? I'm surprised y'ask but if I was going to give the answer truthfully
I'd say
I'd not be averse at all to some money,
some fame, some cash, some fortune and glory.
Now you telling me' I gotta be rising above, leaving all the ghetto shit to set loose the dove
of peace, to stop all the wars and the whores from selling the wares in the corner shop.
But what are you really saying up there? What you saying that makes anyone care?
What're you talking about, what's your aim? What makes you as original as you claim?
Nothing at all is all it motherf*ckin' is, cause all you're really doing is taking a jizz
on all the other raps but that ain't nothing new. Nothing at all.
What you're verbally vomiting ain't more than the scrawl on some toilet wall, grimy 'karen luvs dave'.
Diss all you like, you ain't worth a rave.

 

[Solaris]

Ein-zwei-drei-fier-funf-to the sechs, rapping like this it's better than sex but one thing's missing - there's an empty hole where there should be dissing.

Therefore, I spit, unprovoked, at Gat. You're going to get smoked you carry on like that. You got the kind of face not even yo momma could love and the penis fits like a welcome hand to a glove up your bum-hole down in the dark alleyways where muggers get mugged and raped by gays, like you, yeah you, it's easy to see it fits right into yo obscene fantasies.

Note that the above is fake-ass trash flow-mo cause if I was in earnest I wouldn't hate on homos. You my friend are a different matter, cause you'd explode if you got any fatter.

You sir, win.

 

[el Chi]

See this is what I mean
You're what's wrong with the scene
The conventions of rap
Just make you spit like a sap
Draggin' out cliche after cliche
Haven't you got anythin better to say?
You need to pull up yer socks old boy
I'll run rings around your hackneyed ploy
The saviour of rap's a position that needed fillin
I'm like the hip-hop Bob Dylan
So good luck and keep chattin yer drivel
'bout yo' bitches, yo' piece and fo' shizzle
I'll watch from up high
Smile on my face and a glint in my eye
Need something new? Never fear
'cause at last I've arrived - this brave new pioneer

 

[Sulkdodds]

Some wack-ass shit goin' on here.

Look fool, when'd I ever mention guns and hos?
When'd I ever limit my mind to such closed
Frontiers for using language to burn, to sear
The minds of the blind, now bumbling in fear, staring sightless and cocking their ears for mana from heaven, light from my mouth. It's my resonsibility what I shout.
So what's your case, foo'? Where'd I ever stick
to conventions, to trends? That's just thick. You don't see me bragging bou't the size of my dick.
Though I have reason to, yes indeed - but that's another story, one for those unfreed from the shackles, the chains of the ghetto flow. Do I still respect them? Yeah, fo'sho.
We were all young once, and I was there too 'fore I realised there was something more to do.
I ain't bragging a-bout
my mafia chums and I ain't bragging a-bbout getting me some bum.
I ain't flinging no hate on the boys from the street perpendicular to the little place I meet
with my friends, just cause they different from me
Pack mentality's a fallacy, reality's reality and it really gets the goat a'me, gets me mad.
And if when you tell me I'm followin' the herds
if you mean with my syntax, contraction of words
Well I can't help it. That's just the way I'm set.
Discrimination's a sin, yo, lest we forget.

 

[el Chi]

Seems I misjudged you to an extent
But don't be actin like you're heaven-sent
You're better than most but that ain't saying much
I bust rhymes like cardboard boxes bust by Starsky & Hutch
I reckon you & me could be a harsh f*ckin team
Tha rest of these suckas'd burst apart at the seams