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
Perhaps before you rap again You'll learn to spell What the hell? You gotta use some rhyme cliches? Let me tell you, it ain't well I set you mimes ablaze
So bring your posse up And we might start a riot Blow for blow, toe for toe Until one of us stays quiet
You might brag about your style But just don't get me riled Hostile, I got my file on my trial Guys know me from tons of miles Can't beat me, I'm versatile With my guile, it'll only take a while I rap you down
Mind if I jump in this fight? We can make it a three-way, what a sight! Why are you shivering? Is it cold or is it fright? Don't get too close now, I might bite.
Hey! I got a posse too! It consists of me and winnie the pooh But please, don't take his honey dew, Or else he'll beat the **** right outta you! =p
Aaron, Giving rap a bad name Have you any shame? Or are you lame? I put the flame on your tame Lines, this ain't a game This is war You ain't got any claims To any fame I take aim At your posse Me, crew, and dames And they ask us who was slain You can't feign the pain When it's hurtin for real Threeway campaign all over my domain Can't be containin' I'm sustainin' Retainin' all my acclaim Maintainin' don't be complainin' With this insane strain on your brain They call me rapper's bane And still I reign.
Me? Lame? Are you on pot? Flame on my tame? You missed that shot. You insulted winnie the pooh, you're in for a lot But it was but a mere scratch, that's all you got? Your expertise has rot your burns are naught Don't complain, you think I'm hot =p Check this out, this you should jot: You're epic fail, though long you fought, is at an massive scale. Win you will not.
What are you, Yoda With "win you will not"? Ain't for green furries, This place is for the souljas I told ya, now don't make me scold ya Punishment I doled ya
Don't make me come back And tear you apart Can't stand up to my flak I'll rip out your heart When I'm startin you'll be smartin From my attack Ain't nothing but a quack Crack your jack with Mac-10 pointed at your back Whack your pack, ain't no hack with the slack Finesse you lack, gonna put you back on track And I ride for all the f**kas who can get on this stack And still I rise
I feel no pain I have no fear I don't get drunk when I drink beer I talk like yoda 'Cuz like him I am wise. The smarter you are, The quicker the prize which is your demise You spout out lies. Your mother cries Cuz you eat too many chives. So take a dive. You have no reason to thrive Or you can join my hive of those with extraordinary lives. You can be a valet To park cars near my chalet You can dance in the ballet, but can you even keep up with them?
Finesse I lack? Are you on crack? Your breath really smells, have a tic tac I don't have a jack to crack unless you mean when I jacked tu mammy mack In that case I did crack my jack =p
you can't rise, You lies keep ya down You need to untie those things from the ground
You can't rip out my heart there wasn't one to begin with My soul can't depart from me You're life is a myth
so I go for a few days, and what do I see a couple of amatures stinkig up AG i sit here thinking why I bother with you cause I know no matter what you do your gonna lose now life is short, some shorter then others but you stick around here yours is gonna be alot shorter so go catch a safe little chick flik cause me and woody are tough as nails and don't worry, when were done with you youll fit in a pail!
Me and skater kid here to destroy ya Leave them motherfuckers open like a foyer Your gonna hurt now here come the paranoia They couldn't object or disrespect The technique, Sweat me, wipe off the sweat Fight off the shit and flush the waste down Into sewer pipes flowing deep into the ground My purpose on this earth is to improve rapping standards to some they have no purpose Campaign in vain for the same lame fame, people obtain, you ought to be detained By the hip hop cops, locked up no possibility of getting out cause the shit you make is killing me and my ears, and my peers I hear the end is near, no fear we disappear, then reappear again in a fresh new light If you arent gone then i hope your ready to fight
Am I so good That you guys go two to one But don't worry yet I'm not outdone
Skater kid, you ain't nothing But a hater kid You can go back to the traitor grid I don't associate with these fake g's Could go through you with ease Bring you down to your knees But I don't go around With people not on my level Your level's down under He can deal with you, the devil
Woody, how can you share the same objective With someone who doesn't even get invective Or even spell I'll give you hell But the rapper corps ain't on your side in this war Settle the score with you here rapper whores Could implore but I abhor you who just ignore The signs around you You guys are blind, gotta open your mind Need to be refined Before you try to undermine the maligned I'll be waiting
I stay sweet as a nut, sweet like Tropicana, When the hammer hits, your head splits like banana Your not ready for this flow You better send your best soldiers, 'cos im coming like Rambo More destructive and troublesome than ever, I'll probably be doing this, probably forever, Parsat wants stop me but he's lightweight like a feather Its probable he'll stop me, probably never, You Topman, Flopman, hard toppa toppa, Come to me with an attitude, become a copper, I'm old school like Happy Shopper, I fight old school, bring your bat and your chopper, And a First Aid Kit, and some antiseptic, this could get hectic, I'm a don accept it, you got a bright future, Don't let my shit affect it!
Now what is this? You call me a hater? I'll let that slide but I'll remember it later. I really wish you had some rythmic sense cause you makeing my muscles and ears all tense Now my spelling may be as good as shit but i wish you would get my point now i dont mean to appoint my slef above you but it seems you don't know your head from your ass you got lead in your feet and you cant run the race this pace is far to fast and you wont last!
Float like a butterfly But sting like a bee Best consider it well When you messing with me
Mercenary, I'm firing out With loaded words, reloading and gunning 12-gauge rapping, fronting and pumping Best hope I ain't running for you Aiming down the sights, I'm just too cunning for you Double tapping, my four-five's up and dumping for you Submachine akimbo, duel wielding thumping for you Suppressive fire, hot metal jumping for you Mozambique technique, put down any physique Triple shriek, going on a headshot streak Putting down weak cliques with the havoc I wreak Your stopping power too weak Rap replies too oblique Guess who needs to tweak?
u chat like a true G but u aint no Ali you cant even come close to me you sit inside playing COD just making yourself sound like a sod u chat like a neek with all the perks try it in real life and youd just get merkd dont chat to me bout mozambique cos i am bringing the nigerian heat
i am here and i am new but long i've known i'm better than you your raps smell of a tragic implication your own admitted declaration of your self-inflicted constipation and the public toilet, as your typing station? i am fast and i am real i look like a goddess but sting like an eel i am the cause of the shame you feel. i am bampai and you i will sire because bampai is japanese for the word vampire so i'll use my fangs to pop your car tires. i am bored and i am tired so it's time for my career as a rapper to retire.
