The first rap arena did extremely well, so I thought I'd bring it back. I've asked Strop if it was okay, and he missed it too.
The rules are simple, Rap hard!
There is no end, just rapping.
I'll start.
Well, I'm sittin here on my chair, Wonderin if this is fair, cause everyone knows that it's summertime. And that's when I break out these crazy rhymes. As I type all of these words, that no one's ever heard, I think about who I am, do my raps sound like a lamb? And then I get back to business, Everything's fine
Ive been watching from the sidelines Chilling in the back You say you are the king but the ace is back I am here to usurp your throne Because your lyricaal skills are making me moan You are in fact the skater_kid_who_got_pwned!
O god drace your a discrace I can't even stnad to look at your face! Did you even read the lines of the book? Page 6, section 3 it says the drace can't beat me!
Red China on the scene: May be new but I ain't green Invasion by an Asian's what you haven't seen, I mean
We be blasting through your screen, With lead and melamine You think it's all serene But some things were unforeseen. We reconvene As the Communist machine; Twelve thousand Red Marines Bourgeoisie is getting cleaned.
I ain't a fool im just so cool your so ugly you look like pee i mean urine on your face tthats a discrace i bet its bad taste don't add viagara to your vagina!
running faster than when you asked her disaster? no master. turn around hit the ground get aground hear that sound? hear that hound? stand that mound now you're allowed to stop drop and roll flow like the flow stop and a go flow almighty so...
Hear that silence? i can't either, so why bother? it'll be smothered
to the brig to the black bring it back where you at? Rymin' in time 'n and I'm in like simon but he's dyin pain is arisin
if i get my rhymes right and my timin's right(like always!) it's like dynamite the sound bytes bite with all the might there ain't no fight (by bye!)
I'll ask you why and you'll tell me bye "there aint no way and there ain't no time" well I got time and all the rhymes I would need yes indeed, no weed and I speed like I deed see in time I get like limes sour, but sick (so good) I'll go with a flick but I'll be back like a prick ick
What was that s#it? You just throw rymes together and think it's a rap? You gotta use your heart let it play it's part. you just throwing empty words your all such sorry nerds but you new I can see that so nice of you to step up and bat but let me give you a lesson in rythem rymeing a word with it's self aint cool so pull up a seat, and pop some corn while your at it turn off your porn cause i'm the one who rules around here make you all look like fools cause i took the thunder you never had now i pull the lever and open the door now allright Mr. fancy rap, the floors all yours.
yo pathetic ryhmes have awakened me from my pit when it came to rap school you couldnt even pass the fifth grade but not me cos im a renegade and im heralding the dawn of a new age and you fake ass rappers will fade into obscurity either that or youll need security gaurds cos il break you like glass and throw away the shards
fly ride don't get high you know why you run away cause you scared of the way that i say my rhymes in time
My rhymin's right my timin's right it's like dynamite those other guys won't even put up a fight i can last all through the night you see my might? it's all right i got it not this but bring this back home
cause I bring the pain and the rain it's not the same with you and your game "the floor's all yours" fight this one more time you see this rhyme? it's just in time i can hear your whine your going to dine
You think you can rhyme? Ya think yer that sublime? That rap's got worse taste than brine You need to clean up that grime. Hey, wanna lime?
You think you're great? Here, write this down. Look, you ain't nuthin. Your underwear is brown. You need to get some lessons. I'll be here from 2 to 3. Although this is a helpless cause But I have some time that's free.
You ain't got rhythm You ain't got heart You can't keep a beat You got smelly farts. Stay away from them beans Stop eatin the burritos And for goodness sake STAY AWAY FROM THEM CHEETOS
Rapping's an art It comes from the heart. It pumps and it flows. Everywhere it goes.
The sights The sounds The sky The ground The place The time Remember To practice
Do this and you might end up like me I'll write a haiku about the sun, see?
It comes from the east And travels across the sky To rest in Darkess.
Anybody would hit the floor When they catch your wind Cause you smell like an animal That's just been killed and skinned
I bring justice to you fools And I be gunning for your jewels Can't stop my running I'm too cunning When you adjustin' I be bustin' Down these rules This ain't no schools
You guys don't know What you coming against Cause when Parsat comes along here The real rap $hit has commenced
I don't wanna hear no talk bout streets an all dat thug from way back wen Bin a bad boy, ill destroy ur joy, gotta toy that'll put dat shit to a end That and i walk the walk cos i talk the talk, u got a problem, step 2 me then Otherwise don't pretend, stop, breathe, count to ten Keep on chattin or get the leng I stand up tall, I don't bend So if you got a crew, go get your men We can meet up, say where and wen I'll be on time like Big Ben Couldn't ever take me for a speng And I ain't saying it again
