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.
Brotha please You better get outta my face you don't belong in this place Cause when you rap on my street you'll end up on your feet. So man I'm warning you this don't try to beat me or youll go amiss Thats the way it rolls in my hall everyone is here to see you fall So I'm warning you one last time That golden rap gauntlet is mine! _____________________________________ lol I know what your thinking,yes im horrible at raping but I gave it a shot.
You guys are just so freaking bad at this A buncha little geeks drinkin' Sierra Mist Looking at lolcats in hats Drawing dumb ASCII gats Playin' "Stairway" on your strats But you ain't all that
My Kantian rhymes will leave you metaphysically challenged Pascal will be wagering on you getting pounded My rhymes are so sick that they'll give you the AIDS They're so deep that they'll cut you like a 12 inch blade See, I ain't playing around This is an all out throw down Just like Bobby Flay on the grill Aw crap, now everyone know I watch the Food Network, but still...
Okay, so I better so now so I can cut the grass And leave you there just sitting on your.... uh... hmm.. what rhymes with grass.... oh well
Well It seems like Blaze was much to lame, To try and beat me at this game. Strop I see you like my style. Have you seen The Naked Mile. Mind you I haven't and I don't want too. I would rather be flushed down the loo! I've just eated dinner. And I'm not getting thinner. Maybe we should do limericks instead. Oh no not the girl I like...I'm going red. My rapping is made up of random stuff. I think that I have said enough. I have to do some homework now! I can beat anyone, including the big fat old purple cow. Remember that I will be back. And my name is... KingRy-ack! hehe
KingRyan you fool!, You need some sence knocked in ya- you damn tool! Callin' me lame? It's like sayin' you got game! Nah, boy, run ya mouth! You be' pimped slaped to da South! Yo ass betta stick ta' doin' ya homework! Cuz ya' be blasted dude! This aint no games, All I see is you be LAME! ya can't handle me! So don't evan try ta' BE! Look at ya? Running back to MA? You need to sit back and enjoy ya demise! You can't step in with the dragon! Im a' blaze ya ass,- you be' dazed! It's aint time ta' CRY! Should I start to TRY?
All ya Armorgamin' lads, you all just followin' your fads. You talk with someone else's mouth, from some insubordinate louse. I guess you cant be the blame, your just losin' at their game. <-*-><-*-><-*-> Equillality, society, frivolity, anxiety, ya all fallin' victim to those with notoriety. You talk about the world, you say its all bull crap, maybe you'll see, its you who is wack. So how about you take that precious outside, so you can be the one to finally decide.
You can't make your own opinions, or your own views, you dont look into problems, tell me your excuse! If you all want my opinion, I think your non-formal Its so bloody crazy, your all nothing more than normal. Its not necissarily a terible thing,its a sad thing. Your all nothign more than lousy puppets on a string.
I ain't no one special, I ain't the one to flee... from reality to psychology, at least I can see. You may learn a thing or two if you can open up your ears, you'll find that im quite wise, far beyond my years. So say what you think and call me what you want, untill you learn who I am, its all a pointless taunt.
NoName (and Moe) gets points for writing with substance. As for the rest of you!
Everybody wants in on this game, But everybody sounds one and the same, I'm trying hard to keep me restrained, As I watch words go down the drain, As a rapper surely you can feel my pain, No originality drives me insane, Could anybody please start using their brain, Or are we stuck on a common refrain?
Okay guys, I've been gone in a disguise, and I expected to see something good. Instead, You guys stink like a dirty car hood. Moegreche has gotten in on the game, all the Mods Stink all the same. You guys talk big, you'll never get the gig, cause ya'll always are way too nice, So am I.
