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.
Guess you got afraid of my warning, you better or you wont be able to feel a thing, by that i mean you will be dead, now can you put that in your stupid head, we all want peace, like mice eat cheese, but you dont always get what you want, cause its like the old aunt, who never, who never, who never, never, never leaves, oh now that it is all clear, the amount of gold will be in heaves.
He thinks he Has a RUGGED CHEST , an IRON VEST// Him winning HES LYING TEXT , but I'll move on tell me who's DYING NEXT!// My DIALECTIC is like a MILE QUEST , and I"m battling a MILD TEST// I might IN-VEST , in this CHILD'S REST , I'll make him die with BREATHS , lyrical explosions on his body only PILES LEFT// I'm as pleasant AS IT GETS// I make PASSION TEXT , my Flows a MAGIC FLEX// I'll make this [choose another word] CHECK , virgin pussy , hit em hard make him DIE WITH SEX!// I LAUGH AT THIS// SMASH HIS HITS// Make him SLASH HIS WRIST WHILE I PASS-A-FIST!(pacifist)//
I'll show you what its like to not feel a thing By the time I'm finished you'll still be aching Cause people don't have time to listen to babbling Run fast boy, cause when I'm here, I'm the king.
You think you can just start asking for peace Pieces are small portions for the obese Didn't you listen? no? then get an ear piece This place is for the pros and the not he DECEASED.
This is my turf that you be trodding on. Spitting dirty lyrics like that nasty tampon, Call yourself wordsmith? it's worse than krypton Turn around boy and the door is dead-on
Hell, you got seven years on me if you're not some punkass ten year old but when I'm done with you, we'll all decree your challenge was fearless and bold but ya just couldn't stand up to me too nervous and high to even give a shit and try you spew shit about how I can't win it but every time ya say that, you're one hell of a hypocrite. you put 'em down, i'll pick 'em up as long as you can crank out shit, I can pulverize it
Hey Alt is that the best you got Cause in that case I better just stop, Now I'll admit your words may be big But speakin bout the ladys it's me they dig, Because while you be spinnin and spinnin your lyrics I got them dogs on their knees beggin for my,stick, I can see this becoming a battle of epic proportion Ending in one of us becoming a late room abortion, And I would say it is several years too late Leavin nothing for yo mama to medicate, Bitch
I don't have time for small fry like you so fuck off, I'm in the ring with a pro I would beat you into the ground, it's true but I don't want to touch your pathetic brain, dat's bad mojo.
Lil Gangsta Blaze, on the carpet downing cheeseburgers, Drunken haze, out of shape, moaning bloody murder: You think you're some Hoff but you chose the wrong time To choose a role model who's way past his prime.
You think you are so cool, for thinking that way, you are a fool, now listen up kid, cause i got something important to say, i announce you as the number one gay, he, he
you gotta learn respect, or be an insect, cause we dont allow any kinda dis-honour, if you do, you can call yourself a goner, now watch me do this,
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so now you better give it up, and do the bunny hop, the way that makes us laugh and laugh, like the time when bush will be sliced in half, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
so all you gotta do is respect me, and everyone else will just let you be, so you better understand it, cause i am hard on the lesson bit, booom, boox, prahng, dumnb
Gangsta watch and learn my friend Don't be start sh*t that chu can't mend I'm here in da place like the only god send We got this party started, you cant attend.
To all the wannabes carrying rhymes you better step back and catch the time, I show you how its done, my lyrics sublime If I don't spin it, it's just a crime
Face it you just can't compare You call that a rap, it gave me a scare I don't mean its awesome, or even fair It sucked so much like a wheel chair.
just like Al Qaeda, i'll raise you and then i'll-destroy-you and just to attack you, i'll train you then i'll-employ-you thinkin i stand equiped with rhymes of mass-destruction but then i'll put my lyrical bullets into mass-production but now the rap game is overpopulated like hong kong city but now theres no peace like bein run by a pro war committee
