~Attention!~ KH-Vids Rap/Lyric Writing Contest!!

Pepto Bismol

 

Could this be a sticky for a little bit?

 

I think it'll be stupid if it's stickied. Most members won't even check this too much, as there aren't many rap fans here anywayz.

 

Yeah, but hopefully this thread won't die out.

 

That's what I wus hoping, but we could keep upping it if it starts to

 

Oh, guys, I have an idea, since we are still waiting for people to enter, I shall now allow this thread to have a temporary warm-up battle until Round 1 Starts. Go for it mutha****ers cuz your fame is on the way.

 

It sucks, don't it?

 

Then what the hell are you doing, doing this battle? Mr mad lyrical game?

 

What? Who said I was actually good? If anything, I'm decent.

 

Back in your post a while back in this thread you said you would "blow us bishes away"

 

Warm up, eh?

I go in half speed
Twice as much as I really need
I'm just doin recon
You are just a peon
But I just scout out and gather info
I'm a trap-star you can't trap me like Jinzo
Brace for the impact
Of the bass in back
Middle of a war but I see few opponents
To get the bombs started we gon need some proponents

wasn't really directed at anyone =

 

Alright I'll jump on

I got bad past filled snub and 9 shells
swiss cheesed 'em and covered it up like Roswell
My pot smell loaded up lyrics that got hell
I switched back, and got my main ***** slapped
some big names these days need to quit rap
but who am to speak? even though
I'll soon drop big hits like the carter or the leak

 

Oh yeah. I was just hyped, is all. xD

 

Oh, haha

........

 

I'ma drop fire like that Louisianimal
But mine will be called Floridianimal
But that rhyme was ******
One hit wonder like smitty
I know I can do better
And speakin of the chedder
I stay on the cheese Buggs on a carrot
Gold in my mouth and its 40 carrot
So yeah I eat my veggies
But yall are just stank like butt crack with weggies

 

I'm from the places where greedy people follow green
and where kids are too poor to waste eggs on halloween
it's a munch time thing, I'm MLK with a P I'm
the punch line king (PLK)
I'm not too big but I still boss it
drop **** that makes Joe Dirt want to eat off it (haha)
no more me's, I'm sick of being cocky
I'll let performance speak for itself like Rocky

 

I am the truth, so why would I lie?
I vow to be real and if not may I die
More real than the deaths of all those you love
More real than my asscendace from earth to above

I am the way, like a road with no signs
I am beyond lyrical puppets with no true minds
But the road is blocked like a path you can't follow
So find your own path or your sanity I will swallow

I am the light, like a candle in the dark
Only I can blaze upon the journey I embark
But unlike other lights I'll never go out
Could you imagine the reality of a world without
Me​

 

I come-equip, with people that be runnin-****
and like to loot up spots, just for the fun-of-it
and they just wish that you come down-dog's-way
waitin on your appearance like groundhog day
Sex, money, and murder, **** you've always heard-of
as far as lyrics, I'm the picture painter master worder
I know New Orleans, where people are feelin-fema
in the city that got messed up like Hiroshima
Masta-mass, grabs mics and lyrically blast-yo-ass
I spit truth when most people lack the facts
I respect kayne cause he can sing and rap
but hip-hop is gone and he needs to bring it back

I'll be at it again tommorow
(we outa start a thread somewhere devoted just to spitting)

 

Yeah N.O. was sad but I like to refference fiction
Flow tragic like midgar and the geostigma affliction
Like a god riding a metor call me jenova
Worship me ***** call me jehova
You're scared to get close so you send a mars rover
But my lyrical skill going straight over
nine thousand
But you are just browsing
While I'm lurking
Cuz it's the season for merking

 

When I step into these gates, homeboy you oughtta' know.
Colder than Winter snow got you frozen to your toes (haha)
Young Checks speak for my wallet now
I'm tired of these old Ben's ballin' out.
Scratch and sniff murda' bout to go out and getcha'
Come to your apartment have your legs departed with ya'
Young rebels we start it, and it goes around till' mornin'
Got the flow of misery, see the beat crying don't murda' me? (you know itt)
You've heard of me. Pink shit got your ass toxic like mercury.
Semi spread like mayonnaise but turn you into ketchup
as soon as it squirts from me (ohh)
I fly like I'm ridin' bikes over windmills
Mistake me for ET, I'm extra terrestria-ill.
That's it my games done, thank ya'll for listenin'
Now I'mma go get myself another instrumental to visit me.

...I think I did pretty good rite?