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.
Stop actin' like ya'll is 8 miles away you don't even listen to a word I say-LETS GET CRAZAY, LETS GET CRAZAY, START CHOOSIN H**, START CHOOSIN H**, Comon everybody, WHAT? get crazay WHAT? Get crazy!!! WHAT?
Comon everybody do it like me! comon everybody do it like him! yeah watch me do itttt... watch him do itttt...
Haterz acting like me, they just cant be me, be yoouuu.... dont be meeee.... just do it like yoouuu.... and ill do it like meee.... "Woahohoh.. Pretty Fly for a white guy!"
I'm the best, so much better than the rest, Gimme' me a mic, and I'll bury you, put you to rest, I'm best dressed, so fly and so slick, Just like she said when she was on my-
So now I'll keep it clean, from now on, and so forth, well that's all you ask, bye the way 'flappy', take off your mask, you act real hard, like you stomp the yard, but you as bad as lard,
Your indecisive, and lyricly incorrect, would it hurt, to get a spell check?
I need to bring it back once again, Although it's a sin to be this fly, I'm immortal so no need to worry, Just heed my advise and you won't taste my flurry,
Just like a cat, I got many lives, life number nine- and still divine, I'll intervene in your life, drain your blood- replace it with mud, and watch you squirm,
But hold firm to the belief that you still have chance, to advance in this life, that you can't understand, You try to level up while you in the foyer, Don't say hello back off my level 70 warrior,
Don't worry I'm just venting away the days, 2012 is still aways away, You just can't beat me, you'll need more!, You can't beat me, I'm just so haxor, Your shiz* obsolete while I'm 100% complete,
*VAN HALEN EFFING RIFT*
*COMMENCE MOONWALK AND SIMULTANEOUS AIR GUITAR*
*MOONWALK AND SIMULTANEOUS AIR GUITAR ENDS HERE*
*END RIFT HERE*
So here it ends STROP, I'm sorry to say- but I feel I must pee, so I leave behind, my kick*ss legacy, I'm the king of the primitives, better- than all, the tyrannosaurus rex of new man kind, but what rhymes with rex, other than-
I'm fixated on a sight, hella bomb blue text!11!!!!!1!!, I hope you agree STROP, I'm a tyrannosaurus rex,
You dis me(?), One FATALITY will- knock you back to reality!
The following words were defined the way I used them.
Well' please stop yo' rap it's hurting my brain It might just leave an awfull stain have you ever done this before? Cause it was so ubserd not like nottin' I have ever heard my words they pored out my mouth and you just stand in ya' house putting on ur' fluffy old blouse are yo' eyes getting puffy? cause you know that i'm a toughy I ain't all up tight and stuffy so fear my mighty might and get down on your knees tonight $SKWP$
What's this rap arena thing about ?? I can really get some doubt.. Is this the arena only for John Cena? Wait, there goes skater_kid_who_pwns, Who really doesn't owns, But tell me, am I rappin' And am I also poppin' ?? Anyways.. Who am I askin', Wit' these questions I'm blazin' ??
D@mn.. Can't get enough of this in the mornin' And can't get enough of AG improvin' ...
Can somebody tell me why my hands are round my throat? Can nobody smell the air so stale in here it makes me wanna choke? Not that I got nothing to say, but in the foul stench of decay- Of the art of being fresh, bringing something special to the table- Since no-one can tell their a** from their head, I daresay it's dead! Now I don't want to call out names or dis on peeps or send out flames, But some examples should be made to show you how to play these games, So say, TMG (if I may call you that- oh let it be), You drown yourself in all that bling, your style lacks verbal sting, Let's strip away the epic glam, let's expose the sham, You think you can pretend to send it up; I got your number down, A pro like me can spot incompetence dressed as a clown. Speaking more generally, the whole rappers freaking out, Lips like b****-slappers, mouthing stuff they don't know about, For the sake of sanity, don't keep yelling how good you are, Proof's in the pudding, so rise above deeeeeeez nuuuuuuuuts!
Strop you better stop right there You made this thread but I don't care I took over and you know that There is no room for all your fat Lets hear what the mod's got my words can't be bought I'm a rap hero can't you see my grammar sucks but thats not me I always live on the verge of a ban thats how you know that I'm the man I may lost but not without a fight I wont be the one runnin out of site
Yo raps in the pisser, yo songs in gurney You make Carlie sigh about the noise you lie,
His raps' fallin out like his hair Strop is lost and his beats are shot, coughing up sh** for even hip hop, His raps' like fallin out like his hair
But when you hear my words I'll tell U now.
Beats of flare, "My music, Makes your ears want to stare, puts your mind in a blare, thoughts blasting right by puts your ears, where your eyes, puts life on hold, makes minutes bold, puts through an emotion a powerful explosion, it is the notion of words in motion." When my rhyme takes the fly and makes it mods laugh and cry. 'Cause it's about time you get lost, 'Cause your songs need to DIE! All me. POP J4son
Yo, check me out! I'm a rapper! I live in a pimpin' house with a clapper. Clap on! Clap off! I know the Hoff! You think you're better than me? Don't make me scoff.
So you think ya got rhythm, ya think ya got beat? Well, i say "Guess what? You make nothin this sweet!" That's right! You heard me! I see you shake and cower! I give you a tap and you fall like a jenga tower!
Jack Bauer, he ain't so tough, I think that his great persona's a bluff. He ain't all that buff, All I do is ruff! 24 hours are gone, Your time is up!
man that was lakeing mager flow your words come out way to slow i mean that was down right low I dont mean to sound mean but it seems your skills are lakeing Theft me on the floor rolling around laughing your trolling with this rap acting like this is a game but it will end the same, with me as the winner
