Okay, now my thesis is done, I've thought about it and decided now is a good time as any to work on my verbal skills. The idea is this:
* Give me a topic, and a style (of a person, or the name of a style). I will attempt to write a verse or two accordingly.
* If you could, give me links to the topic and examples of the style.
* No redistribution, please. The verses I write here are mine.
For example, in a previous thread, Klaushouse asked me to do a rap in the style of Kanye West on the topic of Pokemon, so I wrote one that could be rapped to Homecoming.
Because if you mess with flippin he'll be slippin,he'll be trippin,over all the words,worlds that he created for a girl that he dated. SO when the worlds go messed up she stated 42 laws of FLippin because he began to sippin on the pee that he didn't know was his show biz.
Your words are mysterious They make you want to think Is this guy for real? Is this his appeal? Making stanzas is encouraged It's hard to understand You, man Your rapping is profane Your rhythm is insane People know I don't Sip pee That's your job You see?
So, you turn away Discouraged by my ways Sorry, but that's how it goes In the land of stumped toes Don't fret on the double post It's all okay No one wants to play Play me, see what I can do But no, you quit That's pathetic But with rhymes like that I would run, too Run scared Run frightened My ego is heightened By your cowardness Doesn't that suck? Getting stuck Getting stuck with nothing to say Haha, you make me laugh You're like a white dude in the NBA draft That's all I have to say And I hope you have good day 'Cause it's time for me to go This mug is not poppin Not poppin at all So when you're ready to rap Just give me a call...
[i]Strop I see you have some skill , chill before you get killed and find your brain stained on a windshield.I take pill's to sustain my mind and take lives while I do hit's still.Sit still , mess with me , you'll find yourself in rope and buried on a limped hill.I stay with chrome steel , Give you chest burns if your hungry that can be your hot meal.
Hey... I could beat a man, dat's a shawty undastand it Roll da police, when da feda jock panic Pull ova, Flo Rida can handle it 'Gon place ya bets, or we betta yet alan it City to Vegas, God's 2 bust it babies I stay on da tragic, your pretty p***y from Haden Rappas' tables invaded, great, watch it belated Block paper, I make it so I been gamblin' lately Yeah, we could play seen-o You can be my ginger Sam rock steam, shawty, I supply the dealas I gotta thank my no-go Bumpin' of da game pit Boss, ghetto boss, 'gon show me I'm da man
Treat us like you can't beat-us Don't even try to lead-us Stop tryin to stop-us Because you can't kill-us Be-us See-us Beatin the heck out of you Takin the beat out of you So that you can't see your shoes Hear the Boo's for you Don't you see there's no life for you?
"Be-us See-us" Who'd you think you are, Notorious BIG or Jesus? You think you're down with us but you're actually shermed Crushed under my iron fist you squirm like rotten worms Your rhymes aren't popping They're dropping and flopping Spending my time mopping up your choppy lines But you still strut thinking you're so freaking fine Never stop to look around you to read the signs That you're failing, and ailing No time for bailing You're too deep in this crap Of a track you call rap
You think your rhymes pop? You're hurting my ears man, you'd better just stop. None can match me, not even Strop. I'd wipe the floor with you like a mop. I grow rhythm like an all-year crop. My words rise all the way to the top. So, now, just give me twenty and drop. Keep going, 'til you convince me you know hip-hop. Respect.
thisisnotanalt your like a weak stance , if you ever made a song i bet it would be so fagot dudes can slow dance.Your better off looking for bromance , see I got more artillery then a war camp , my arsenal change any dudes name to flow-no chance.
What is that crap? Is that supposed to be a rap? You say my rap is weak but no, my rhymes are the peak and yours are hurting me! Speak words of wisdom. . .let it be! 'Sides, I got a flak-jacket which'll be enough for the arsenal you're packing! RESPECT!
Hey aaron, the rap is epic PHAIL! When I read your verse, I started to flail. You got no flow You're a no-show You try to bring the money to the battle but you show no dough. Throwin' in stuff that makes no sense your rhyming brain is way too dense. WORD! Yo.
Wow to both of you , you think you can rhyme very nice/ Both really want to battle to much on my nuts like a desperate house wife/ See I ride life , I hardly try when I write/ I bleed my soul on a mic , step to my level , bet you still have training wheels on your bikes/ I top tight , spark lights that leave you laying under a spotlight/ Never tell you twice , one warning , then end your lives , so you can see what its like to be under for-ever night/
You think you're really good, or are you smoking grass? You couldn't tell a rhyme if it bit you in the ass I'm living life blazing and flawless No way you could get up and top this You thought you deserve, but you're just a mediocre Swerve on the curb, bleeding and undisturbed In murdered rest, just how I do business On the WEST SIDE territory, Nothing between me and glory I shoot 'em up
