Rap...reincarnated (perhaps?)

Remember when...a whole bunch of members would rap? I was never as good as Yaki, Thomas or Rabea but...I had a lot of fun trying (and so did a lot of others who may have only added one post), so...

What happened to all ma rappin' buddies
seems like ya all turned into fuddy duddies
do you think ya still have what it takes
if so then bring it here for f**k's sake
I mean, this site is so like a graveyard
with no life, no craic no poetic bard
so...all would be rappers pull your fingers out
an' show me what y are all about????

Yo!

Don't be fooled honey,
I'm just here to give you a run for the Shmoney
and i am not flaunting
i'm not pretending cause
i have been through hell and back
and i'm still standing

no competing cuzz,
i got nothing to prove only things to share
and i am only doing this because i got time to spare
see i dont know what it is i just know that i got it
and whatever i put on you can bet that i bought it

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1YaGbxw0LYq

Screw this rhythm, screw this flow,
I'm here and want you all to know
My rhymes come fast, my rhymes come free,
Do not think you can rap with me
Check this jam and check this flow,
this ain't no freakin' private show -
I want your praise I want applause -
I want my one and only cause
To be the music - to be the beat
Bow down to these here words - this feat.
This marvel that will leave you pleading -
Your insides out and slowly bleeding -
To death as my words cut you down;
I am the greatest, pound for pound,
Fighter that this site has seen -
Can you possibly redeem -
Yourselves and answer this cry to war?
I leave your blood down on the floor.

(sounds more like an aggressive poem - but I tried!)

Wow! style, rhythm
and lots of flow
you guy certainly
know how to blow.

With a dash of panache
and attitude too
will anymore challengers
dare to join the queue?

Well done you two...these are brilliant!!!

I've lost the fire
Being stuck in this tree,
Floating like a butterfly,
Stinging like a bee....no wait!
That's Mohamed Ali!

This rapping and flo
Makes my leaves wrinkle
I'll leave it to you all
While I go tinkle!

Tinkle? Woman you're way to polite
tell us the truth..you went for a sh**e
Taking a dump, having a crap
there's no need to lie..just rap,crap,rap.

Yo!

I really did tinkle,
Need to sleep like
Rip van Winkle....

These raps are getting powerful
Words are slung with mud
I'm just a cow chewing her cud.

I used to go all out, within these battles we spew
Punching slang, tossing insults to hard to chew...

I'm ready to retire, knit a slow rhyme
While I read the new generation
Getting down with the slime time.

You guys are beyond amusing!!! hahhahaha
This thread makes me think that non of you have any idea what RAP is all about!!!!!

You give as good as you get
that's plain to see
Ok..I believe you
you really went to pee.

Koen...if that's really your name
you come on here and make this claim
well...come on man show don't tell
hope you are able to ring ma bell!

Yo, what's up girls and sissies
Y'all been waiting for lil missy
Be prepared for the main fight
Because I am always right
I play to win
I take it on the chin
ain't gonna let none of you
mother*ckers screw
me over, cause I am the queen
of the hood, the best you've ever seen

(I am not serious, off course:) )

Yo, it's nice to see y all
shootin' from the hip
chewin' the fat
while givin' some lip.

Name callin' we know
is just for fun
so load your weapon
and cock your gun.

Don't hold back ,no
show me what you got
aim your words high
take your best shot.

Talk your talk
like it's other people's fault
remembering to take each word
with a pinch of salt..yo!

Hey Nalley...what' s eatin' at you
I know you can rap
used to be part of 'the crew'

and Jane...where the f**k are you girl
you used to be keen
to make your words hurl

Larry..well, I'm disappointed in you
I know you prefer Dylan
but, Emimem'sa poet too
come on...it's all in the name of art
or, have you turned into a boring old fart?

Lets rap....

Dylan? A genius - Eminem too -
I love them both, I love what they spew
But these here rhymes don't match up
To either of those so sit down and sup
On each of my words, and listen hard:
I am the ace - the winning card
Sick of the bull, sick of the s**t -
Do I care what you think? NO - F**k it!
What chance, what hope a bomb to fall
On each of your rhymes, killing them all?
Kill them? s**t - they've killed themselves
We are in rapping, rhyming hell.

lol this is fun, Hellon

OMG....you're a closet rapper!!!!!! Loved it...now I'm sure there's also a shower rapper among us???? Come on guys..leave your shyness outside..no one knows you on here....

So...you think you the ace
with that...lame pace
Let me tell you..you're dreamin'
'cos someone will come screamin'

to fry your sorry ass
and teach you rap class
Rabea..show him how It's done
he needs a lesson son...And...

Koan..still waiting for to give your shout
lay it out man show what you're all about???

Fools can come and fools can go,
Their flow is trite - their lyrics slow
Scribble your words but you'll be beat;
You cannot possibly make ends meet
you will fall flat - fall sorrowfully short;
Stop now, rescind - completely abort
Any attempt to get in my face
My words are gold and my flow is laced
With magic that seeps through my pores,
I break all previous poetic laws
That try to hold back what it is I spit;
Stop the talk - stop babbling s**t.

I'm not here for praise neither for applause.
I'm here to rhyme and pass the time.
Because these rap threads, for the most part,
turn into pointless wars
where poets come to sharpen their knives,
to swing and slash them at each other's lives
until only one of them survives.

But I came here mostly to watch,
just like I have done so in the past.

I'll become an owl in the night,
resting in a tree, turning my head to 180 degrees,
with eyes wide open, never falling asleep,
I'll freeze, I'll guarantee,
to watch how each and everyone in here
turns into debris but me.

Rap wars rustle
it's all a hustle
ta get people moving
got nothing i'm proving
just carry that lumber
while I have a slumber
don't mind the snoring
cause this is all boring.

This is a war, this ain't a game,
Your excuses poor, your get out lame.
Don't join battle and then pull out,
Don't come on here and scream and shout,
How you watch, when you just wrote
And then submitted so I will smote
The idea you have you can watch and laugh
Or stand by and at us barf.
Join the ring, or clear the thread -
You are, poetically, already dead.

(As Ingrid says, all good fun - no harm or offence meant in ANY way)

Is this what you try
to take into battle?
to be led by the balls,
to the slaughter, like cattle,
just sit down and shut up,
you're slower than dial up,
and watch how it's done
like your mom in the projects,
so stubb out your pen
like a dying mans smoke,
don't come on here riffin,
your rhymings a joke
to all who think they
can beat this word boffin,
I'll write your epitaph
you bring the coffin.

(no harm or offence meant in ANY way)

Go Ben!!!!

Thankyou dear Syrup,
well what can i say,
I think they've all left
and called it a day,
can't say i blame them
they're out of their depth,
I'll make em my b**ches
just like hughe hef,
but if they find courage
they'll find me here,
trying not to laugh
and spillin ma beer,
cause whatever they
riff will amount to nothing,
all balls and no c**k
they just big kids bluffing.

Now I'm awoken - a challenger comes -
Who seems to know some of the basic sums;
He comes on here and spouts his worth
And has at last awoken my mirth.
Come forth, dear boy, I believe you are Ben?
I remember a time, long ago, back when,
That was my name and that was my all
When I was a joker, when I was a fool.
But now I am more, look how I rise -
How my words are like ice and cut you like knives
Don't come to this thread and think you can muster
Anything of worth, you talk s**t and bluster.
I'm sick of the games, I'm sick of the sh**te,
I think, at this time, I possibly might
Put you to sleep - your sorrows all gone -
Sing you a lullaby - a child's song
That will, at last, put your misery to bed;
Your words are now blunt as is your led.

I stand here tall, where have you gone?
I knew, in my heart, it wouldn't be long
Before all fools on this thread here
Bowed down in awe - bowed down in fear.
Battle? Battle implies a fight
But my weight is heavy and you are just light.
Come to the ring, bring it, let's go -
Before we start, just so you know,
I will with one punch put you to sleep.....
Led by the balls? You are the sheep.

*Truly, never has a thread brought me such hilarity!! Well done, Hellon. Though I cringe to think what the great Eminem would make of it all!

Wow!...there sure are some serial rappers about
who like to shout and let it all out
but that's the game so, crank up your aim
turn up the heat, ignite the flame
tell us your story, go for glory
don't hold back give us some craic
that's craic not crack
who's next in line to pick up the slack?

Glad you're having fun Ben...nice to see so many people participating.

Not sure about rapping, but here goes. From the hip so to speak...

So, your mum is sweaty
mine is too,
don't shoot for glory
when your crayons mews,
just fight to write with tears
of gold, behold these pages,
what's in the fold?
Snot and tears from viewing eyes,
no surprise, their fears deftly defy
the reality of gravity, the depravity
will hit you like a brick...

in the prick!

Did he just say, what I though he said..?
Don't be a bitch, witch -
he's only rapping, crapping for friend,
trying to pretend that life is defense,
for his tissue fortress,
erected with Prozac, lacking panache
that only itches his
tiny

little

r a s h...

Bash the bishop, go on and try,
you'll only fry with an R.S.I.

Keep those thoughts away from me,
see men spewing imagery,
they cannot, will not
penetrate,
inseminate their bloody fate:
The holy prod lies untrod,
scabbed over by the hand of God.

Taste the festering soiled boils,
the coils of snakes of past mistakes,
the fate is what you create
for *ucks sake

God rapes his angels,
of the night, fighting them red,
their entrails fed to the stains on the bed.
Do it...
do it to me, shaft my end,
do it for daddy, for a friend.
To have a voice is hollow choice -
Spit on it to make it moist,
rub your lube and smear it right,
hit me, *uck me, good and tight.

All day and night, you'll beg for more...
Bite those nipples and make them raw.
Feed them, be them, gluttony.
*ucking hell is blasphemy.
Free trapped tears locked in a box,
just stop, just start my hearts a dart
dripped with lust, not love you arse...

Love soaked in puss
what is the fuss,
better truth than
a rod of rust...

Rap me, zap me,
this my lame excuse
to call your mum sweaty
when mine is too?

______________________________________
Don't do it!

Snorting coke,
what a joke, dealing to folk
who cannot cope,
feed their habit,
make it crack
line your pocket
make a pact.
The Devil grins
when he's winning,
masturbating
on a slippery slope
of a world with no hope.
watch as they
swing from
society's
rope.

Don't do it...

Michael Moran...you have definitely 'risen' to the occasion!!! OMG ...what else can I say...another closet rapper comes forward???

Michael sweeps the ring with this piece I think - a perfect example of poetic rap that has, I'll admit, shocked even me! lol
Michael, hats off to you!

Oh my, Michael, I didn't know you had it in you. You indeed take the biscuit!! :)

Damn..... Excellent

Well...I think it's unanimous...Michael has come from nowhere to take the crown, unless...there is another closet rapper willing to challenge him....de-dum-de-dum?????

Give me an hour
I'll drop one beat to reclaim the thrown and then I'm out

You did not??!!

I know you'll be feeling this

This is a dedication to all you haters out there

The rap king here
Representing my self
Coming from Madinah (City)
And shooting like hurricane Catarina

Let's get this shit going

Give me the phone and the
Microphone
There will be no other King
In this zone

It's on
You better be gone
Cause I'm here to stay
You know I'll slit them necks
In my sick way
No play!!!!

It ain't a game
When you finally say
Ima pay
Wana be haters
Trying to raise to fame

I'm just saying
I ain't paying the shit you do
Making my tongue like a gun
Shooting hard at you

It's true
I ain't gas but I'm
Causing fire
So drop and go
When you see my flyer

I ain't weed but I'll
Make you Higher
A lyrical miracle
With a thug Desire

You want a chase man?
Better get realer
Go figure what it takes
To be a real spitter

You want to race man?
Better get realer
I'm win em with hooks
And jabs
Cause im Fitter.

Way to go Rabea - you're so slick.

Hi Rabea...waves! I thought this contest was all but over and then you rock up with a killer!

All of you get your
butts back to bed,
cause its gone story time
and its half past dead.

We got a hurricane shooting
nothing but air,
whats your name?
where you come from?
None of us cares,
but still you go on,
tempting us to dare,
with your "lyrical miracle
With a thug Desire"

He means to aspire..
to singing lead
in the local quire ha ha

Sit down Dasiy,
you had your turn,
time for your milk, you've
crashed and burned...

And then, we have next,
a raging bull,
can't keep his cool,
foaming at the mouth,
starting to drool,
and like deniro,
he's a zero,
and full of it all,

RING RING
off we go,
thats the bell,
toe to toe?
haha
you'll go back to hell,
you must be dreaming, go
back to watching ladyboys streaming,
online, you think they're so fine,
they'll give you something
that looks like green
slime,
in ya behind,
then you'll go out of your mind
in a
second
and
OH NO!
you lost your erection.

And last but not least,
we got the guy out too soon,
he's crazy, like a wolf,
barking at the moon
he's got god raping angels
prozac and gluttony
too much for me,
this dudes got F**ked imagery
"The devil grins when he's winning,
masturbating"
I'll say goodnight,
im done, exacerbated.

So i'll bow to him,
and his f**ked up ways.....

Cause quite frankly,
he scares the S**t
outta me.

Wow! What have we here? A fight to the death I think lol! These are just getting better and better :)

Ladies!

Let us jump in here and smack some booty down.

I'm no rapper, my husbands the rhymer...

but I know enough to make things flow
and these raps are enough to make me blow...

my damn nose!

Lets get a few things clear,
I could cuss and rhyme some sh-t
make the readers have a fit...
sitting on the edge of my seat
I read lyrical spasms, orgasms
and other things that rhyme with asms..

but allow me to basic- Here we go!

I've been around the block
not afraid to bite the bullets spewed by flaming tongues of men...
now and then...
words are words if the meaning isn't there, passion is lust if there isn't any gust in the O...

Rhyme your sh-t and spit your verse,
I'm the lady driving the hearse...

*winks*

WINNER:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVb_pwi8JfI

Andrea...you're smokin' girl!!!

Wonder if Thomas will join in?