Poetry competition CLOSED 8th December 2017 11:46am
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
Rap Battle
Poetry Contest Description
you know what it does.
got them filthy bars? Tell us why you are better than the rest.
VOTE
ONE MONTH
TWO MAX SUBMISSIONS
RECORDINGS ENCOURAGED
VOTE
ONE MONTH
TWO MAX SUBMISSIONS
RECORDINGS ENCOURAGED
https://youtu.be/qggW0EXSdG8
Scrape me up a fist, we can tussle and fight
I be a hungry lyricist seeking my supper tonight
I'll play as rough as you like; you got the muscle to write? -
cuz I ain't ever seen you move like schoolbuses at night
but you got that yellow back, crawling sluggish in the right lane
with hella lag, flappin feathers fit to bring your flight weight
Watch these wings; to achieve height you need technique:
fill beak with worms instead of words; bring fresh tweet next week.
Liftin lids on kettles full of steam, I set that pressure free
Got that flow to cure your cut like the Dead Sea -
rub it just enough to sting, evaluate your bloodstream,
and get the rest of these spectators desperate for my recipe.
Test me (aced.) I'm not precious with my pace;
don't weave it delicate - lace stay confined to chestpiece and the skates beneath
my fucking lovely frame... you could watch the waistline;
I'd think it wiser to eye the one my hook gon' drag you by.
Like wet dragonflies your wings drip
Nothing is coming from fluttering, must be the wings ripped
Imma give noonhigh the loop-de-loops that it deserves;
get to binging sunshine or begin to learn the dirt.
MCs still like wet dragonflies: their wings drip
Nothing is coming from fluttering, must be those wings ripped
and imma gift noonhigh the loop-de-loops that it deserves.
Either get to binging sunshine or begin to learn the dirt.
Scrape me up a fist, we can tussle and fight
I be a hungry lyricist seeking my supper tonight
I'll play as rough as you like; you got the muscle to write? -
cuz I ain't ever seen you move like schoolbuses at night
but you got that yellow back, crawling sluggish in the right lane
with hella lag, flappin feathers fit to bring your flight weight
Watch these wings; to achieve height you need technique:
fill beak with worms instead of words; bring fresh tweet next week.
Liftin lids on kettles full of steam, I set that pressure free
Got that flow to cure your cut like the Dead Sea -
rub it just enough to sting, evaluate your bloodstream,
and get the rest of these spectators desperate for my recipe.
Test me (aced.) I'm not precious with my pace;
don't weave it delicate - lace stay confined to chestpiece and the skates beneath
my fucking lovely frame... you could watch the waistline;
I'd think it wiser to eye the one my hook gon' drag you by.
Like wet dragonflies your wings drip
Nothing is coming from fluttering, must be the wings ripped
Imma give noonhigh the loop-de-loops that it deserves;
get to binging sunshine or begin to learn the dirt.
MCs still like wet dragonflies: their wings drip
Nothing is coming from fluttering, must be those wings ripped
and imma gift noonhigh the loop-de-loops that it deserves.
Either get to binging sunshine or begin to learn the dirt.
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Anonymous
WTF
Some of the crap rap that comes on the radio sounds like ass crack,
Whack weak rhymes and bleak lines at an attempt to make a verbal attack,
It's lame, they're just plain sad when all they have is a dope beat off a drum machine,
They slap a label on it, claim their name to fame and say they’re living the dream.
And as I drive around listening I ask myself, how is this is a hit?
But upon a closer lyrical inspection I cry out loud, what the fuck is this shit?
The yap they mumble is ignorant and music wise it can be quite dissonant,
And yet half of these retards don’t even know how to play an instrument!
Then I see the videos and I think I understand this new generation,
With their flashy clothes, hot girls, money and all the titillation.
But they're mindless zombies, empty messages that hardly no one sees,
Everyone falls in love with someone else’s dreams and fantasies.
I may be old school but I appreciate the music that really represents,
It sends a message that make you think, that is honest and makes some sense,
They are the artists and musicians who have true talent and soul,
Poets and lyricists who pour their hard work, who are fearless, who are bold.
So ponder on this the next time that hit song comes on the radio and it hurts your ears,
Where will this crap music be in a couple of years.
Some of the crap rap that comes on the radio sounds like ass crack,
Whack weak rhymes and bleak lines at an attempt to make a verbal attack,
It's lame, they're just plain sad when all they have is a dope beat off a drum machine,
They slap a label on it, claim their name to fame and say they’re living the dream.
And as I drive around listening I ask myself, how is this is a hit?
But upon a closer lyrical inspection I cry out loud, what the fuck is this shit?
The yap they mumble is ignorant and music wise it can be quite dissonant,
And yet half of these retards don’t even know how to play an instrument!
Then I see the videos and I think I understand this new generation,
With their flashy clothes, hot girls, money and all the titillation.
But they're mindless zombies, empty messages that hardly no one sees,
Everyone falls in love with someone else’s dreams and fantasies.
I may be old school but I appreciate the music that really represents,
It sends a message that make you think, that is honest and makes some sense,
They are the artists and musicians who have true talent and soul,
Poets and lyricists who pour their hard work, who are fearless, who are bold.
So ponder on this the next time that hit song comes on the radio and it hurts your ears,
Where will this crap music be in a couple of years.
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