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.
It seems like you have lost the rap So now you reply with some Pokemon **** Ooops I didn't mean to swear... I need to hug my teddy bear. Oops again I don't have a teddy Only girlies have teddies for their beddy! I bet Klaushouse has one though. He seems like a guy who doesnt have and dough!
Remember...
Cya L8er my friends and don't go cryin' I'll be back soon coz my name is: KINGRYAN
Well now I am back from the shower, And No-ones replied in about half and hour. It seems like no-one likes to rap Then that means that I win the baseball cap.
I am getting real bored now... Won't anyone rap with me, not even a cow? Come-on someone rap with me... I really need to do a wee...
Im going now but please don't cry... I'll be back soon or my names not
Well, this is my first time rappin it on, my fingers won't stop, till the next day at dawn. The mods are all here, rappin and rappin, but a new challener approaches: flappybob.
Strop thinks he's all great, maybe he is, but I don't care, cause he's still my mate.
My cursor hovers over, the same spot again, and i'm sittin here, forcin the words out, of my puny head.
This ain't so hard Strop, start bringin' it on, this guy can take on Snoop Dog.
Woah Flappy, those words are high and mighty, Better back with cashy those claims nigh flighty, I'd hate to see the rap gods smite your puny- Head with the proverbial eight ball- Should they make the call,
And I don't wanna see that happen to no mate of mine, Coz it's certain doom to be the G who crosses the line, And I came here to rhyme have a good time- Not get blasted by deez nuts, If you know what I mean.
Big claims from a little man, Who ain't packin' 'coz I don't think he can, What I say goes, I have authority, But I'm not sure I want the responsibility- Of picking up a gasbag punctured 'coz its lips, Couldn't stop running air through it 'til it split, I'll give you credit, flappybob, you got a load- Of guts, I'd just rather keep them off the road.
Now I find it kind of ironic, That'd I'd be fighting morons with things moronic, But to say I'm afraid of KOG, Has me laughing in the face of his deficiency, Ain't it obvious? He talks himself large, So much it's part of a giant subterfuge, I'm talking about the truth under the underdaks, It's like what's left of a tree after a date with the axe!
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DISCLAIMER: In all seriousness, I would not make judgments on a person based on the size of their 'equipment'. It's a common analogy in rap, but I do not condone it as a part of culture.
ya'll are ridiculous. Aight strop. How bout you rap like Immortal Technique - He is probably the most intelligent rapper you'll run across. While incredibly liberal...he uses quite the vocabulary to bash everything the u.s. does *twitch* So go ahead use ur incredible vocabulary to rap about hmmm...something ridiculous. ohh how about-->Hershey's Chocolate (muhaha)
Don't mess with me bro, I am a level 80 warria, I could take 20 more of ya, I go into defensive stance, I will dance, Put you in a trance, around yaa, Cause my chance, to dodge! its at 50%, Gonna use my mortal, strike! you are going to go down like, Onyxia to my powerful might, attack! Or I can pull out ma rogue, I don't like your defiance, I'm alliance, ...
lol, I'd like to see you people do this in real life where you don't have time to think it out on your keyboard, just say it straight from your head. But I gotta admit, some of these were pretty good and pretty hilarious lol. (Deviodless' first one on the 2nd page, Moegreche's, kingryan's third one especially the ending, haha.)
Noooow.... Strop is a mod, but he's still obsolete, When it come to slingin' a summa sick beat.
Your mouth may be runnin', and trying to mock But when you rhyme the face I see is that of clock, That is to say it's all predictable, And all I hear is a muttered tick-tock.
I hear you got talent, and that may be true But it still ain't nothin' compared to my old skoo' An that's not choice, it's all I know 'Cuz unlike you kids, that all there was when I started to grow None of all your wanna be gangstas, Who ain't really nothin' but *monkeyflingin' wankas Filling the radios with watered down *spit, Makin' me laugh when sayin' that they're legit
*drops mic* XD
Oh, and the words with a * are my self censorship. Incase you were wondering.
