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| The Great Vampire Rap Battle; Formerly, 'Caston's Unused Rap' | |
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| Topic Started: Monday, 13. January 2014, 05:03 (2,597 Views) | |
| Caston Kane | Monday, 13. January 2014, 05:03 Post #1 |
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Don't Be Jealous.
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From my notes - Caston's hallucinatory 99 Red Balloons inspired musical coma dream was used in the most current thread, but my rejected idea was his mental interpretation of a conversation between him and Vanth (that never happened). Basically, he was going to mentally respond to what was happening to him as though it were a rap battle in his head, even as his body was lifeless. And here, is what would have been: "My name is CK, you all know me, the Primo-G-E-N that is damn sexy. I'm gonna lay out out, Imma fuck ya and kill ya, so kindly fuck yo'self and 'respect, will ya?? I was fuckin' up Nazis 'fore you first put on socks, I'm the reason Hitler didn't wanna step outta his box, so back yo shit down punk and leave me alone 'fore I bury you in da ground like Al fuckin' Capone." "I'm the real power in this down, I run the night. Reppin' B-K-L-Y-N New York, aiiiight?! You be throwin' shade while I be throwin' lyric bombs, ya know I first fucked yo dad 'fore he first fucked yo mom! I'm faster than Jesse Owens gettin' chased by the cops. I will run your ass down 'fore the bass even drops. Yo ain't got me mad yet Vanth, but your goin' too far. You might run this show, but I'm the mothafuckin' star!" Enjoy. Edited by Caston Kane, Sunday, 19. January 2014, 16:24.
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| Cid | Monday, 13. January 2014, 11:40 Post #2 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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((Ooh! I just can't resist!)) He hears the challenge over the Madness Network. His honor as an Emcee demands he answer back. Hard. ~ "come in, dopest Lunatic in all o' London! run in gunnin' and cop a squat in ya dungeon riding on waves of insanity, can-it-be?! just kicking yer ass with these masterfully hand crafted rhymes that can shatter dreams! stepping over the lines of tacitly thrashing thee not even Shakespeare himself'd take a stab at me! Macintosh had got half a shot to slash the god and still backed up off my half-cocked parts! you make me laugh and fart, cuz I have this ART! so if this is the best you'd do, yes it's true well then, I suggest a coup on a sect or two to make this spectacle look less the fools' if you haven't guessed yet who, let me do Agustin! the greatest Malkavian Jester, too bow down! so you can better view my testicles..." ~ The mic drops from his hand in slow motion *SCREECH* and he walks away into the night... |
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| Pierre | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 09:21 Post #3 |
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The Black Rose
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The Beatnik. Original Rappers. Challenge accepted. No mic required. I see no testES between those-lady kneES but whats that I see fuck you got FLEAS you dropped your MIC fled into NIGHT but the fights-not-over-Jester joke's on YOU. you-trash-a-rose-you-bash-a-rose-you-talk-like-ho's-whose-flowin-rose-you-ain't-got-shit-you-lunatic come-back-here-boy-got-somethin-You. Can. Kiss. You think your HUH? You know your HUH? Your mama dropped you on your HEAD. Your-mama-loved-her-baby-girl-and-brought-you-up-in-pretty-world-but-whats-that-dick-that-little-prick that-yo-mama-show-you-where-to-stick-you-daddy-say-you-suck-it-better-then-mama-did I said it YO! I said it YO! What-ya-gonna-do-about-it-skanky-ho-you-ain't-got-shit-you-lunatic You ain't got BITE, you ain't got FIGHT, you think you a muther-fucker but we know, you just a little NERD that ain't got WORD So-you-keep-a-runnin-cause-the-sun-is-comin-gonna-fry-your-ass-keep-runnin-fast-we'll-be-here-waitin'-hangin'-out-wit-Satan-you-come-back-any-time-you-think-you-got-a-rhyme-we'll-just-send-you-packin-with-my-foot-in-your-crack-and-now-you-know-you-ain't-got-NUTHIN'-that-mouth-of-yours-only-good. For. SUCKIN. |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 19:43 Post #4 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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The lone mic on the floor began to spark and crackle 'til it burst aflame cold as Agustin reappeared in a flash of furious vengeance! ~ "my Voice is God-ly, project and fill the ether! your noise is not, see, no jest! I kill this theatre first it was all just rhymes, now for scheme! what's this behind the time sounding meme? you lack the mind for lines to overpower me I stand above too tall higher towering while you seem far too nigh to cowardly reaching inside your mind, I devour dreams pluck the thorns, bend the spine, flower bleeds dripping, I crush a rose with but a hold gripping, my palm unfolds and dust-it-blows away with 'Gusts of cold, wind, just a show oh! such a fool! can't even touch the Moon! the fuckin' truth, Malkav's brood's too much for you ought to drink you dry, Diablo-! but ya got no soul yah! I dropped the mic, we all know! you dropped the soap..!" ~ Then the Malkavian Emcee lingered. Challenge answered, yet again. Silence broken and left ablaze amongst the charred corpses of the Lunatic's rap conquests. |
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| Sawyer | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 22:28 Post #5 |
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Friendly Neighborhood Vampire
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A lone Nosferatu poofs onstage, guitar in hand, and begins strumming a wistful little tune. He looks very confused. Though his voice is nice enough, it's obvious he has no idea what he's doing when he begins to sing. Hey Agu, I've got no idea how to do this. Pretty sure that I'm not colored, Or talented with big words, Or really, I'm just not sure what rap is. I'm really not that special, An ugly little boy behind a mask. And the truth is in the end We're all useless without friends In fact, we're alone... But you're not now! So anyhow... I'm looking out for you, Even when it seems like I'm... not. I kinda got stuck with you, I don't know how the hell This was s'posed to turn out well But sooner or latter, it'll work out. I'm unliving, but still happy! And it might be kind of sappy, But mostly, I think that's 'cause I've got friends. So even when life's dreary, And I'm feeling pretty fear-y... I know it's okay. Things are fine this way! And all I can do Is hope the same goes for you... La la la la la... La la la la la... |
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| AaronvRaugrafen | Sunday, 19. January 2014, 11:10 Post #6 |
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Fledgling
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Taptap... this thing on? I really have no idea, why I'm here, so Im very sorry you have to listen to me, but uhm... Cid just took me here I think.... you may spit fire good sir, if you believe it but Im so sorry you cannot retrieve it right now you seem lost without my arm to lean on my voice to dream on and notebook to steal from so Im sorry if this is not real rap but yours just doesnt have the real snap Anyways Im mumbling along like a granny walks with her walker along little Benny Her dog of twelve years with a heart attack still faster than you who simply doesnt have the knack. She froze his sperm and his severed head to maybe one day have him cloned back The very sad thing is that the dead dog is More fertile than you who is dreaming of Miss Parker your third grade teacher dragon Who taught you that fire with her reading hat on Edited by AaronvRaugrafen, Sunday, 19. January 2014, 11:20.
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| Cid | Sunday, 19. January 2014, 11:45 Post #7 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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The blood magic is overpowering. Mastery of the Ceremony. Agustin himself seems to start to spark and crackle. What looks like ball lightening and will-o-the-wisps begin to encircle him. The appearance of a friendlier face does little to halt the rampage. His voice is a cold, dark fury. Serene and powerful. It commands pure and utter awe... ~ "You don't seem to understand the truth in this lacking the fact as to I am the RAP Antediluvian the crack in the broken glass of the Moon I am spilling madness through animus as the rules are bent call me king Agustin, the godly being of rawest things all you think belongs to me, slaughtering the non-beliefs I conquer these properties, this prophecy is honesty impossibly the odds do seem your awesome dreams of topping me no Gehenna, I stopped that shit! cuz I was born it's opposite so just forget apocalypse, you all exist while Agu sits upon the throne of reality, none can hope to challenge me my voice alone is maddening- fuck! I broke my sanity... I'm hearing stuff real staticy, what the fuck is happening? something's up, can it be? these rhymes can also damage ME?! bless your soul, my vegetables, the grey is scarred and feather-tarred fleshy cold arrests control, yer credit cards get set on FIRE!" ~ The Supreme Champion, Malkavian Master of Ceremonies, bursts into giggle-fits, collapsing into himself until a singularity occurs. He forms a black hole and destroys everything within an unintelligible area of the continuum. Consider yourselves lucky... |
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| Caston Kane | Sunday, 19. January 2014, 16:10 Post #8 |
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Don't Be Jealous.
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You boys think you're fly and I get it, you can rhyme, But I'll top all your asses on this stage any time. Don't be so lazy, Malkavian you crazy Your words leavin' me hazy while you pretend to be Jay-Z. I started this rap battle, I was first out of the gate Been spittin' my mad lyrics since nineteen thirty eight. It doesn't take Auspex to see that you guys are just ratchet, So Imma cut you down to size like Patrick Bateman with a hatchet. Agu, dude, you hear more voices than Margot Kidder Are you even allowed outta your house without a sitter? You're so young, you're still wet behind the ears, you little punk, Wishin' Lady Anne would rub herself right up on your junk. Pierre, you're another Toreador, and you know I think that's cool, But I'm the Primo in this House, bitch, don't fuck with my rule! Cos' the U-S-of-A can beat France any day, Lightin' your rhymes on fire like you was crème brûlée! And oh, look who we have here, it's Sawyer Flint, You're cute, kid, but look, you gotta learn to take a hint! Why don't you step on up to my bedroom, you know it'll be fun 'Cept no one will be able to rock you like I do after we're done! You may not dig guys now, but after me, you'll def convert, So let's rock and roll, kid, show me some Southern Comfort. Now, I know that I'm fly, I don't need to be told, And don't think I'm up here tryna be callous and cold, Just tellin' it how it is, boys, you know that's how I roll If you wanna cross my bridge, you know you gotta pay my toll. Alarik might be the Prince, but I'm the mothafuckin' King. If you think my rhymes are bad, just wait til' you hear me sing. Word to ya' sire. |
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| Ryan O'Reily | Monday, 20. January 2014, 06:17 Post #9 |
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Ancilla
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Settle down peasants, kneel and kiss the ring. Here comes the Primogen from the clan of kings. I hit the ground running claiming my seat. Like the council meeting the competition is getting buried at my feet. My words are real, my rap ain't no ruse. I come out swinging like Armande at the Muse. I'm from Glasgow mate, I'm ready to fight. I'm a fortune fanatic, ruling the night. When it comes to rapping I'm ahead of the game. I'm a neonate, yet the whole city knows my name. I'm good at making money,said I'm the king at making bread. My bank roll is twice the size of Caston's head. So lets end this competition before I really get started. I hit you with lyrics that will make your will seem departed. Ain't no reason to continue I can't be beat. So raise the white flag boys, admit defeat Edited by Ryan O'Reily, Monday, 20. January 2014, 06:18.
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| Jams | Monday, 20. January 2014, 22:17 Post #10 |
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Half a flower child
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"Clap your hands, 1,2,3, Place your hands upon your knees! Reach up high and touch the sky! Clap, clap, clap and away they fly!" |
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"OMG! Look! Look! It's like, made of sparkles and fairy dust and adorable! CAN I KEEP IT?" "What do you mean it's disgusting? Its a cockroach. It's adorable." | |
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| Cid | Monday, 27. January 2014, 16:59 Post #11 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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*BAMF* ~ "back, motherfuckers! did ya miss me? madness incarnate! what's with these half-assed rap vamps spittin' farfetched I already slaughtered the beatnik, no need to rub the wounds in cuz I don't enjoy your suffering, I'm just a touch too human Caston, boy, you need to hone your lyrical complexity cuz right now all you got goin' is promises o' sexin' me Flint, buddy, you belong here less than the rest of 'em but you can attest to this jester bein' the bestest ever huh? and Aaron von Raugrafen, how'd you even get in here? can't bear it, just-now stop it! thou shouldst be in yesteryears Ryan, oh really? fuck stocks and bonds, diversify yo' rhymes fame and fortune, you make it sound borin', recertify those lines Jams, the token female, it seems, lest you count Cas, of course put SOME FUCKIN' EFFORT in, please? what was that, the chorus? but Cid! that fucking traitor arse, ruined my chance at lady parts! with that scrumptious crazy tart, just makes me all so angry- argh..!" ~ *BAMF* |
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| Emily Watts | Wednesday, 29. January 2014, 23:47 Post #12 |
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Scourge
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Alayo you be trippin to bring me in Not even knowin who I am Don't be mad, little malk, cause you not in Everyone wanna roll with the crew Em's in You wanna know why I offered up my parts Look, they wanna know why you awkward 'round lady tarts I tell them you just a coward scared of lady hearts Ya bitches all think Alayo prefers Caston's parts I'll get his cake cause I got hustle I prompt weight and I ain't talkin' bout my muscle Club everyday, but that ho ain't me Cause I be home with the scale like Do-Re-Mi I mean I walk like Kane the MC, don't mean a thing I keep the thing on me And you know it ain't that bitch (points at Caston)that's got a thing on me, no That's why 'Layo wanna go and put his thing in me OOC
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| Toran | Thursday, 30. January 2014, 00:20 Post #13 |
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The Formerly Hated
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You ain't living, You're feeling dead You fear sunshine it burns your head You're useless just for my song Yo vampire just move along You ain't living, You're feeling dead You fear sunshine it burns your head You're useless just for my song Yo vampire just move along Just move along Just move along Just move along Nooo... Nuh Uh! You're freaking cuz someone let me onto your page. Now, rhyme for me is nothing cause I'm feeling your rage Now I'm make you a mare So you should be prepared To feel my hand in your hairs You'll fold with my stare! Cannibal But you wouldn't bite so I command you to Take a bite and chew Look I'll take you so changeable Dick you lose Dick you lose Fall your fucking curse Chicks and dudes Who you think is really sending goons? Stricture gotten reading down in a lecture mood Like you really bit my muse? You think it's mystical? Supernatural? Maybe. Spiritual Hunter who appears for you to kill you & clan when you go crazy Lifeless To those the abomination of what life is Priceless To you because I get you with this knife shit You like it? Gun smokin' righteous with one toke You're psychic among those Possess you with one go You ain't living, You're feeling dead You fear sunshine it burns your head You're useless just for my song Yo vampire just move along You ain't living, You're feeling dead You fear sunshine it burns your head You're useless just for my song Yo vampire just move along Just move along Just move along Just move along a You ain't living, You're feeling dead You fear sunshine it burns your head You're useless just for my song Yo vampire just move along Just move along Just move along Just move along Yo vampire just move along Just move along Just move along Just move along Yo vampire just move along Just move along Just move along Just move along Yo vampire just move along Just move along Just move along Yo vampire just move along Just move along Just move along This vampire must move along Just move along Just move along This vampire... |
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| Leslie | Monday, 3. February 2014, 10:14 Post #14 |
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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A girl gets on stage with nothing but a pair of daisy duke shorts on and a red bikini top. Have you heard my purr? Have you seen my fur? There’s only one who it can be, Yes, Leslie that’s me! I’m the Flemish lady, I love to be called baby. I love to play and to be gay You can see it in my swagger swag If you look at me wrong, I’ll strangle you with my thong. But beware of the rules I don’t accept any fools, When my sex gets too flirty I need you to get down and dirty Oh and Agu! I saw you lurking, Checking out my ass when I was twerking! And with a purr she jumps off stage and goes back to her corner to watch the rest of the show. |
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| Cid | Monday, 3. February 2014, 12:16 Post #15 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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*BAMF* A look of utter disappointment crosses Agustin's features as he watches the latest entrances to the battlefield. He actually feels a twinge of regret, as he must put them in their places. He starts soft, to ease them gently into sweet sweet defeat. ~ "ooh! look at me gettin' all giddy when the girls start flowin', lookin' so pretty but I heard yer words, they ain't that witty all that I can offer is my sincere pity but I can't let you off the hook that simple smash a dime and flatten her into a nickle this ain't a ho-down, it's a showdown get back in the kitchen if you can't throw down ain't gonna slow down, no way no how his and hers, throw in both towels check it, me and Cid, we reconciled now me and Emily are gettin' wild and we could use a Les-lie in this pile I got plenty of room for different styles even Tauren Cray with his Enchanting Voice couldn't pull-these-honeys-from-me, if they even had the choice!" ~ *BAMF* *BAMF* Emily and Leslie appeared next to the Malkavian Emcee, the power of his rhyming able to bend space and time in this continuum, where they promptly locked arms to form an adorable polyamorous triple... |
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| Celestia | Monday, 3. February 2014, 14:18 Post #16 |
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Ancilla
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Celestia jumps on to the stage with amethyst jewlry hanging off her body and a very Flavor Flav amethyst clock danling from her neck. "Oh I know he did not just grab up on your kitten hun!" Celestia turned to the crowd, "Do ya'll think she gon take that? Aw no son! You dun messed up. I can see it in her face you done! Come on girl! Grab that mic and spit it! Yall shout if you want to hear a real Malkavian MC rip this other lunatic's shit up!" The crowd roars! "Oh its on! Get it girl!" Edited by Celestia, Monday, 3. February 2014, 15:02.
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| Emily Watts | Monday, 3. February 2014, 15:05 Post #17 |
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Scourge
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Emily pushes Agustin away, grabs Leslie, and snatches up the mic, "See when you say shit like, you killed every rap vamp in the building, a real lyrical bitch get mad and gotta go in on your dumb ass. Like this, okay!" I was on the muhfuckin killin krew, Had my little Leslie, tryna find out whose who, when I seen somethin 'bout a new lil rap shit, told her hold tight, I had a lil Malk bitch to hit. Then Im like, what I must've caught a virus. This is not a rap Malk, this is Miley Cyrus Must be something wrong cause the speakers is playing shit but Agu is on the second verse and still not sayin' shit. Then I’m like oh! My shit actin' right, its just this trick simply not rappin' right. You see I was laying low ya’ll – I was on my trap shit. Puttin' it off, I’ll get back to the rap shit, Ima let it, simma' then hit 'em with the fire. But I ain't know the need was this muhfuckin dire I ain't know ya’ll was listenin' to these fakin ass birds and shit, I ain't know they was makin' up words and shit. Heh, but it’s cool, we be loading up the black trucks We riding out, first stop gon’ be that fuck Fuck the kitchen bitch, Emily is a galaxy! The rap game hungry, tell ‘em I’m the calories! I’m sneezing at these bitches, fake Malkavians is an allergy I don’t get gifts, bitches put me on a salary Now who’s gon’ pop off? Go hard, not soft! I used your last mixtape to wipe Jhael's snot off! I am an infection, how you gon’ stop it? All up in your Vitae, no antibiotic They like “Emily, drop it!” I’m like “no, pop shit!” Swagger is galactic, I’mma need a rocket If Malks gon’ respond, then I think they shouldn’t Leave their brains more gelatinous than banana pudding But see, I ain’t gonna talk about it, The Prince's deputies gon’ draw some chalk around it These birds ain’t ’bout shit, they just gon’ squawk about it If you wanna try me, you know where to find me I be in my den, eating rappers where the lions be I saw you come on to me, trick, I never felt ya! You the baby Malk and I’m going to melt ya! he sound stupid – who the fuck talks like that? You not hard, you’d get killed ’round these parts like that Fuck try’na get shine off your name I’m a motherfucking bully, I ain’t worried ’bout the fame I don’t see another rap malk around to pick on You say you’re Tauren Cray? – perfect shit to shit on I’m speaking for the hood, they say you’re wack, I’m sorry I’m a grown-ass woman, what I need with a Ferari! When I did play with toys, it was nines and Glocks There was no Polly in my pocket, I was toting them rocks When the boys tried play, I was like “no, you dumb” I was chasing big shit, they Money was too Young If you thinking ’bout popping on Leslie, I will smash you, stop Your bars is inexistent like them gats you got And this shit sound faker than that climax you got I’m Emily! What good is that getting latches locked? When you thought that you killed every bitch in the spot Em was in the parking lot, loading the Glock When you came out the door, finished bobbin and weavin Em ran up on that ass, trick, you ain’t leavin! Emily struts around Agustin with Leslie, "Like, heh-heh I just single-handedly like made more sense than he did in like ALL HIS Raps! Next time you touch my Leslie remember you gon' get hit." So Yeah |
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| Moses | Monday, 3. February 2014, 15:54 Post #18 |
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Neonate
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The big man climbs onto the stage, picks up the Mic and points at Cid. So you got a rap battle? Comin' up wit yo white prattle? Stepping foot on a stage with a mic Move along now foolish tyke. You ain't got the skills to hammer these rhymes Puttin on the airs like you from ghetto climes. Just another poser claiming black culture Circling our style just another pale vulture. See me here perpetuatin stereotypes. Given in portraying racial hypes. Points over to Leslie and Emily Got these girls talking their mad skills Showing Layo stuck sucking down stupid pills. They coming round rhymin, slapping him down Leaving him dickless and thinkin bout fleeing town But he can't see that they got him beat Sniffin' all around em like a dog in heat Gonna follow around begging for attention He doesn't even get an honorable mention. Women like these don't need to be slippin in drool dribbling from the babbling mouths of a boy and a fool See them rocking their word power Layo here gonna need a cold shower. As they dance away to a lesbian tower. Now I'm done given you an education Consider this your formal graduation! The man drops the Mic and walks off the stage without looking back. |
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| Cid | Thursday, 6. February 2014, 05:31 Post #19 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Agustin was only pushed away because he allowed Emily to push him. She was only able to spit thusly because he allowed her to. He wanted a more worthy opponent to challenge him. And Emily provided the greatest challenge thus far. Digging deep into the reservoir of his raw lyrical power, Agustin stepped forward calmly. Feet left the stage and he levitated into the ether, more and more energy coalescing around him as he readied his reprisal. A beat began to play in the background, seemingly from nowhere. Forty-eight bars were presented to those in attendance. ~ "lions - and tigers - and bears, oh my! I'm not - the slightest - bit scared, don't try my clan-mates, they can't hate, by mandate, I'm that great too damn late to plan safe, get facts straight, I AM weight I smash cake with ash taste and slam fakes to pancakes who can wait to chance fate? this rap game is mad pained ready for apotheosis, which can cause psychosis as I drop the dopest against the awed and hopeless leave 'em scarred and broken, minds and hearts are frozen words are caught and chokin' under this tropic ocean which is to say I'm masterin' metaphors buildin' prisons bar by bar in sets of four to throw ya in and lock ya up, digest the fuckin' key you find yourself ragged bloody next to somebody's soul ingested hungrily, fuckin' test my gluttony peasants gettin' uppity 'n' conquests accompany!" ~ Agustin turned to face the apparent racist. The power of the Malkavian Emcee's rhymes stopping the large man in his tracks. A wall materializes from his words and falls in front of him to block his exit. Agustin regards the man, now seeming so small, ready to tear him a new black hole. ~ "don't think you can leave when it just became serious I'm fuckin' you up! point, blank, period! token black guy shows up to white knight Moses acts like hoes just don't mind lies flowin' whack, like no one'd fight, right? go in back while yo' bus is mine, aye? no puttin' on airs when I'm wearin' the wind tongue sharp as a whip, rhymes tear at yer skin this ain't about anybody's race or culture I never have to be profane or vulgar get to sprayin' sulphur, volcano of words cause dangerous ulcers on brains 'n' rupture I pity the fool! thinkin' he's wity and cool just giving me tools to put a kiddy in school you can lick up my drool I'm drippin' into this pool get to spittin' this cruel 'n' make a bitch out a ghoul!" ~ Moses was then struck by bolts of localized miniature lightening, exploding with the raw energy and disintigrating like that one scene from Watchmen. You know the one... Agustin then turned to address Emily, his primary opponent in this round. He regarded her with warm mismatched eyes and a cold smirk. The poor poor misguided soul... ~ "you talk about killin' shit, while I resurrect it I ain't just spittin' this, bitch, I'm effervescent I am a fuckin' virus, call me Spanish Flu weakest to strongest, my shit will challenge you try an antibiotic, ask 'why can't I stop it?'! cuz conquest was sealed as I transcribed my product the prince and his deputies can kiss on my testicles I spit like it's weaponry and piss on my enemies bitch, I don't need guns, I Dominate with poetry and catch anything you Obfuscate to throw at me I'm carbs and calories, the vitamins and minerals assault and battery, my rhymes verge on criminal my art's a gallery, I'm diamond at it's pinnacle a star, I'm practically, hydrogen and helium 'fore ya start rapping, please, get a fuckin' clue in first sayin' yer a galaxy, I'm the fuckin' universe!" ~ Okay, fine. They were stubborn, he would give them that. But to challenge his wrath any further was just foolish and embarrassing. He floated in the air above them, his mastery of verbal combat extending to time and space itself. His corporeal form flickered in and out of mortal comprehension, straining their senses as he remained in his battle-form. What would they do next? |
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| TapestryofShame | Thursday, 6. February 2014, 07:10 Post #20 |
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Queen of Love (wut?)
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Awe, lookin them little boys runnin' all wild, Skittering about and making threats' mild. Little Boys thinkin' they're so tough, Thinkin' they can rhyme and act all rough? Well little Kittens, I'll call your bluff. You think you can throw a punch, Baby I've got more spice in my lunch. Fate knew I'd thrown down too hard, Wanted to end my life before I got to the yard. Umbilicord wrapped around my neck, Bound in me silence and left me wrecked. Innocent once that didn't last long, 17 and brought to the ground all wrong, Crawling, weeping, a pillaged virginity, Left to cry in silence, he fled the vicinity. Darkness wrapped me, a cocoon of sorrow. Never thought I'd wake to the morrow. Tears, a river, used more than my share, Rot in an Asylum, alone in Despair. Impure, Impure, Impurities. Polluted, Garbage, oil slicked seas. Let me out, Let me out, Set me free. This ain't how life's supposed to be. Self Depricating thoughts weave my tapestry of shame, Can't even bear the sound of my name. Fuck this place, and it's padded walls, I can't be this girl who takes all the falls. Cerulean blue to let slip horrors snare, I grew wings and took to the air. Again I was brought with a crash to my knee's, Found the world of darkness and took up the keys. My life a thread, wolven so tight. Tried more than once to give up my light. Heart on my sleeve, pretending to be, The brave tin soldier that everyone see's. Learned to kill, learn to smile, Hide horror behind the guile. Now I ride posh in elegance and lace, My heels do the stomping all over your face. Politics is a game thats best left to the grown ups, And my dear I've grown into the Queen of cups. I don't need to raise a hand to bring you all down, I can wink an eye at the harpy and there goes your crown. Don't fuck with me, or my Den of roses, Or I'll be there when your curtain closes. I'm Bishop Machachacha bitches, and you're all just posers. Edited by TapestryofShame, Thursday, 6. February 2014, 07:17.
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