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.
Good idea Zoph. This'll be the last post. I was gonna be the one to post here the most. Oh well its over, yeah it sucks. Wait there's another, never mind I guess that is the end of this rhyme.
No post under the line of no postlynes....Word! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111
Hrm.......well this is the original, which I did not bring back. i brought back the other one...
sllim what are you trying to do? you rap like a fool you eat your lucky charms from your bowl i may be cruel but at least I can rap your sounding like a sorry sap! And your trying to be a mod? well when I'm done with you chewed up and sod on! so go plod off into the sunset cause I bet you never showed your face around here and i just blowed you out of my face your a rapping discrase NOW GET OUT MY SIGHT!
Insanity triggered by a virtual calamity humanity Is finally trying to peak off at the top of the drop slope rope it dope s*** caught in a catcher's mitt mixed with it you're gettin hit gettin ripped whipped
cream to the money money to the cream it makes me lean it's obscene and unclean but i read no flow seed just flow eed
Yo peeps think yo lyrics as cool as sh*t well I tell ya bro your rhymes ain't legit thisisnotanalt got da dopefly whack stuff you guys can't think o'anythin' but lame-@$$ fluff so when you got some real stuff to strut and yo got dat whack rhythm all up in your gut den give da king a call with yo words a flyin' And maybe next time I won't send you home cryin' WORD!!!!
I'm just a small town dude so please don't be rude or I'll use my mad skillz to rip off your frills you city boys got da rhythm of a kumquat so crawl into a corner and pop a squat and stay there until yo rhythm is fly cuz if you can't beat me then you don't wanna try
the nature of the situation exaggerated by expostulation swells to critical mass words fly, all of them crass the ephemeral moment of true lament is lost beneath a shell of grudges the one who's correct, just trudges through the transparent arguments every one of his words makes a trillion dents in the wrecked Porsche of the opponent's logic
The debater will not cater to the pleads of the opponents no matter how many times they beg for a break and a donut
He pwns them cuz he's the creme de la creme at the podium he remains a modicum of politeness but tension is in the air the charged air, around the debater the debater the debater the debater WORD! Yo.
Wise words you got there, from a man of my steel, But as far as I'm concerned it ain't nothing but a squeal Maybe you could outsmart me from here up to high heaven But there's no way you could outsmart me with my AK-47 We had tension in the air, in this room, hanging thick But now we got the vitriol poured all up in this mix Taking conflicts into a whole new fix of kicks and tricks Paid me lip but couldn't grip, my clip emptied from the hip Now you're stripped and whipped and worst of all You're rolling in the ditch.
yo bro you ever heard of dragon skin? da high tech combat armor I'm standin' in wi'dis stuff I could hug a cooked grenade to my chest and BOOM! but I'm still lookin' my best so with armor and a gun and the light of day I guess I can outsmart your pimped-out AK WORD!!!!!
All y'all playas think ya good But really you got me misunderstood I'm a true rappa from heart You can't mess with that. Apart from being critically, and mentally stranded from the rappa world.
You might not think I'm good, but you mama does Oh, wait, my bad I'm a clean rappa Like Will Smith But I still have my roots from Brookln, my love goes out to
Now all y'alls rhymes really stink You make me want to puke Like a bulimic teenager So I'll make you a wager Don't mess with me because if you do You'll see my true colors
I'll warn ya I'm not so good at this But I'm betta than you So get back 'Cause I'm bringing back the old skool
So don't be trippin Cause you don't mess with Flippin!
You have to make your rap sensible So peeps like me can understand Your plan What you want to say Needs to be expressed Fluently and freely Oh gosh, I gotta pee!
So don't be trippin Cause you don't mess with Flippin!
