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Who here knows how to rap?
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I'm bored and want to test out my rapping skills.
so if you want to Rap against me,
just type in something so I can win.be as harsh as you want. I'll still win #w{xD}





after saying that I sure hope I'll win...
Well it's not really rap if it only sounds like crap. I could give you a clap, but you more deserve a slap, bro. I can drive the best rhyme, but I haven't got the time, and I can't finish this line.

Oh God... -_-
I'm not slim shady
I aint the real shady
It's to bad 'cus it means that I'm just imitating
So won't the real shady
Please show me up
Please show me up
Please show me up
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Originally posted by Eevee
Well it's not really rap if it only sounds like crap. I could give you a clap, but you more deserve a slap, bro. I can drive the best rhyme, but I haven't got the time, and I can't finish this line.

Oh God... -_-

your rap is an offense, to rappers every where.
your not makin' no sense.
so here's my 2 cents. you mouth is just dispensing crap.

so there's was my lil' short rap.
no offense #smw{^_^;}

Originally posted by MVS
I'm not slim shady
I aint the real shady
It's to bad 'cus it means that I'm just imitating
So won't the real shady
Please show me up
Please show me up
Please show me up

How dare you rip off slim shady! chica Eminem.
you don't deserve my awesome lyrics after ripping off Him.
that's just Dim. to try to copy slim.
So chica chica you lose.
but that's not shocking news.
see ya foo!
next time don't sound like poo!

#w{xD} again no offense!
Your rap is so painful, my eyes are bleedin'
I would use my ears, but it ain't worth hearin'
Your lyrics are junk, your rhymes sound like crapping
You don't know anything about fucking rapping.
No offense.
Originally posted by grishnax
Your rap is so painful, my eyes are bleedin'
I would use my ears, but it ain't worth hearin'
Your lyrics are junk, your rhymes sound like crapping
You don't know anything about fucking rapping.
No offense.

oh noes! i'm scared now!
so, when I'm rapping it sound like I'm crapping?
you need to learn some better words.
so it doesn't sound like turds flyin' out your mouth.
you've got some nerve goin' against me.
you don't deserve to listen to me.
sorry to tell ya. but you just go served.
I don't know how to rhyme
But I'm learning it with all of my time
My musical hands are typing this awesome rap
I'll be one someday so fuck yeah!


...cool! :D
You know what? I've already seen a lot of junk here.
If it's just hard to read, I wonder how much pain would be to hear.
Maybe I should save my head.
I could just run away from this thread.
But I decided that facing other's shit
can be easy with my awesome rap beat.
You think you stand a chance?
Think again, 'cause you're already in a trance.
See now how much your lyrics suck?
How they're not even worth a buck?
That's what you're gettin'
for pretending to be rappin'.

Your head -> #lm{owev2}
Originally posted by Gloomy Star
You know what? I've already seen a lot of junk here.
If it's just hard to read, I wonder how much pain would be to hear.
Maybe I should save my head.
I could just run away from this thread.
But I decided that facing other's shit
can be easy with my awesome rap beat.
You think you stand a chance?
Think again, 'cause you're already in a trance.
See now how much your lyrics suck?
How they're not even worth a buck?
That's what you're gettin'
for pretending to be rappin'.

Your head -> #lm{owev2}


Respect Earned!
not!
do you think I got Burned?
well clearly you ain't Leaned, i'ma win this in the End.
you rap's so light it'll blow away with the Wind.
Here let me Lend you a hand. and give some Advise.
Don't ever even think Twice about rappin' against me.
Yikes I'm on Fire. that's because I've got the Desire.
To beat you. now your rap is starting to tire me.

Originally posted by Archie
I don't know how to rhyme
But I'm learning it with all of my time
My musical hands are typing this awesome rap
I'll be one someday so fuck yeah!


...cool! :D

Oh come on. it's not that hard to Rhyme more that two words at a Time.
I could stretch Mine to a Dime. but you'd think it was a Crime.
but that's just Fine. looks like the win is Mine!
Seriously, do any of you even read poetry, let alone write it?
To start writing professionally was one thing I decided
I've yet to get big, but who knows, maybe it'll happen
You all got to realize, poetry ain't just about rapping

It's about the story, the memories, and the definition
You have to be deep, how you write is your business
If you really want to be great and even legendary
You have to reach higher, the height's actually scary

What's a good rap? I don't know, I'm still learning myself
But I know it comes from my heart, my mind, and my health
Rapping isn't just about capping, sometimes you lift them up
People have problems, sometimes you need to pick them up

It's the effect on the reader, the rhymes are just a bonus
Everyone's life is hard, one day you guys will know this
But until then, let me tell you a little story
Of how this inspiration can make it to glory

We all have problems, but not all of us spot 'em
And the people who see them don't tell others they got 'em
I don't get to see my mom everyday but she still loves me
How my dad can't see past her absence is high above me

I've tried to avoid it but now I have to face my demons
I might have a strong soul but I'm still a human being
I swear this isn't me telling you "I'm ending it all"
I'd much rather go out knowing I gave it my all

Things change our lives, our lives change things too
It's called evolution and the problems we work through
All problems have solutions, and when all our answers fade
You have to be strong enough to find another way

Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, both blind through and through
had the heart and willful soul to make their dreams come true
And look at them now, two truly legendary musicians
You can't count on twenty hands the great songs they've given...

...the world, which has made remarkable progress as well
I really don't know why some people seem to think it's hell
2000 years ago all we had was fire and constant butt itching
Now we've made it up to airplanes, internet and television

Plenty of people just focus on others' flaws and laugh
When they should be grateful for what they and others do have
Some victims overreact, producing bad memories for days
Sadly, they weren't strong enough to find another way

Nelson Mandela was, his story still brings me to joyful tears
He beat the odds during AND after being locked up for 27 years.
Through rugby, he blurred the line between good and evil
Proved that all South Africans, regardless of color, are just people

He'd seen 50 years of apartheid, he was done trying to fight it
So through peace and inspiration, he made two fractures united
To say there's no future for us is a hideous form of backstabbing
It's like saying Nelson Mandela's World Cup never even happened

No matter what happens in life, keep your eyes on your goals
Always be the master of your fate and the captain of your soul
'Cause all problems have solutions; when all your answers fade
You have to be strong enough to find another way!

---

Want more? Go check out ghettoyouth.

Currently addicted to TF2. I main Demoknight. Steam profile. Check it out.
Originally posted by Crackshot
Seriously, do any of you even read poetry, let alone write it?
To start writing professionally was one thing I decided
I've yet to get big, but who knows, maybe it'll happen
You all got to realize, poetry ain't just about rapping

It's about the story, the memories, and the definition
You have to be deep, how you write is your business
If you really want to be great and even legendary
You have to reach higher, the height's actually scary

What's a good rap? I don't know, I'm still learning myself
But I know it comes from my heart, my mind, and my health
Rapping isn't just about capping, sometimes you lift them up
People have problems, sometimes you need to pick them up

It's the effect on the reader, the rhymes are just a bonus
Everyone's life is hard, one day you guys will know this
But until then, let me tell you a little story
Of how this inspiration can make it to glory

We all have problems, but not all of us spot 'em
And the people who see them don't tell others they got 'em
I don't get to see my mom everyday but she still loves me
How my dad can't see past her absence is high above me

I've tried to avoid it but now I have to face my demons
I might have a strong soul but I'm still a human being
I swear this isn't me telling you "I'm ending it all"
I'd much rather go out knowing I gave it my all

Things change our lives, our lives change things too
It's called evolution and the problems we work through
All problems have solutions, and when all our answers fade
You have to be strong enough to find another way

Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, both blind through and through
had the heart and willful soul to make their dreams come true
And look at them now, two truly legendary musicians
You can't count on twenty hands the great songs they've given...

...the world, which has made remarkable progress as well
I really don't know why some people seem to think it's hell
2000 years ago all we had was fire and constant butt itching
Now we've made it up to airplanes, internet and television

Plenty of people just focus on others' flaws and laugh
When they should be grateful for what they and others do have
Some victims overreact, producing bad memories for days
Sadly, they weren't strong enough to find another way

Nelson Mandela was, his story still brings me to joyful tears
He beat the odds during AND after being locked up for 27 years.
Through rugby, he blurred the line between good and evil
Proved that all South Africans, regardless of color, are just people

He'd seen 50 years of apartheid, he was done trying to fight it
So through peace and inspiration, he made two fractures united
To say there's no future for us is a hideous form of backstabbing
It's like saying Nelson Mandela's World Cup never even happened

No matter what happens in life, keep your eyes on your goals
Always be the master of your fate and the captain of your soul
'Cause all problems have solutions; when all your answers fade
You have to be strong enough to find another way!

---

Want more? Go check out ghettoyouth.


Okay...nothing to say back other than. Amazing just plain amazing :)
I win the internet and donate it to ultradragonyoshi. My poetry is still mine, though.

Currently addicted to TF2. I main Demoknight. Steam profile. Check it out.
Originally posted by Crackshot
I win the internet and donate it to ultradragonyoshi. My poetry is still mine, though.

okay then?!?!?
drop by every once in awhile and leave us more poetry :D
and don't get to off topic...I don't want this thread to get closed. I like it to much -_-
I plan to do that. Maybe I could become SMWC's poet laureate.

For now, I leave you this (seriously, go to ghettoyouth, people):

"What You Make Of It", a group of letters and words about preventing suicide:

I have some pills in my hand, they can take me away
To a better place, where forever I can stay
They'd hear if I used a gun, they'd smell if I used a knife
Right now it must seem pretty clear to you; I hate my life

People will think "Why would he do such a thing?!"
They're the same ones who act like they knew anything
And right then, a life-saving idea nudges my sense of attention
"I should call my best friend, let him know of my intentions

With each button I pressed, I wanted to die more and more
I felt that I'd lost my place, that life was just a chore
"Hey man, I love you, I just want to let you know
That I think, no, I know that it's time for me to go."

He knew what was going on right away, he's good like that
He dug in a little deeper, knowing this wasn't an ordinary chat
"C'mon man, don't be like that, you think your life is bad?
Think about the ones who've got it worse, all the luck you've had

Think about the starving kids in Africa, enslaved by Joseph Kony
Think about new rape victims, left for dead and extremely lonely
Think about survivors of Columbine and those of the Holocaust
Or simply people who looked the wrong way and had their lives lost

No matter what they've been through, they're all still here
Some influenced by the higher, others still living in fear
I know sometimes it seems like life is just a huge set-up
But no one made anything of themselves not keeping their head up

You may not believe me, but in time you'll undoubtedly find
That your mother didn't give you life just so you could die!
Do you really want family and friends to mourn and grieve
Just because your mind believed what somebody else deceived?"

I listened to his words, recognizing the sunlight in the darkness
I realized not all life is made of blood, sweat, tears and starkness
So here's a great, universal truth, don't try to make a fake of it
Life, above all and before everything else, is what you make of it

Currently addicted to TF2. I main Demoknight. Steam profile. Check it out.
Originally posted by Crackshot
I plan to do that. Maybe I could become SMWC's poet laureate.

For now, I leave you this (seriously, go to ghettoyouth, people):

"What You Make Of It", a group of letters and words about preventing suicide:

I have some pills in my hand, they can take me away
To a better place, where forever I can stay
They'd hear if I used a gun, they'd smell if I used a knife
Right now it must seem pretty clear to you; I hate my life

People will think "Why would he do such a thing?!"
They're the same ones who act like they knew anything
And right then, a life-saving idea nudges my sense of attention
"I should call my best friend, let him know of my intentions

With each button I pressed, I wanted to die more and more
I felt that I'd lost my place, that life was just a chore
"Hey man, I love you, I just want to let you know
That I think, no, I know that it's time for me to go."

He knew what was going on right away, he's good like that
He dug in a little deeper, knowing this wasn't an ordinary chat
"C'mon man, don't be like that, you think your life is bad?
Think about the ones who've got it worse, all the luck you've had

Think about the starving kids in Africa, enslaved by Joseph Kony
Think about new rape victims, left for dead and extremely lonely
Think about survivors of Columbine and those of the Holocaust
Or simply people who looked the wrong way and had their lives lost

No matter what they've been through, they're all still here
Some influenced by the higher, others still living in fear
I know sometimes it seems like life is just a huge set-up
But no one made anything of themselves not keeping their head up

You may not believe me, but in time you'll undoubtedly find
That your mother didn't give you life just so you could die!
Do you really want family and friends to mourn and grieve
Just because your mind believed what somebody else deceived?"

I listened to his words, recognizing the sunlight in the darkness
I realized not all life is made of blood, sweat, tears and starkness
So here's a great, universal truth, don't try to make a fake of it
Life, above all and before everything else, is what you make of it

#smw{:TUP:} not much else to say just #smw{:TUP:}
Who knows the flow when I throw down the lines?
It's a no go, holds true when we nab little Sambo
Bert rhymes for dimes, felt up where the hands go
Grab the pole, fish a fish, drag the kids in, throw them back
they can't spit proper Lines, fish know the flow red blue one two
Strike back like Moff Tarkin, hey lackey, do a Death Grips
Rue the day Luke robbed our money store Yeezus Christ, god
throw down Tommy Bang or the Loiter Squad
Beats hit like Plug, the littlest tug could
Come up the bay drop the bass like The Streets goods
Don't do drugs said Nancy while Quasimoto dragged her in the back alley and knocked up some sugar
Showed her how to use a straw
Master Shake standing tall
Reagan rips that sucker out ruins life the White House sir!
Are you pondering we have an issue with the first lady
Tug pops back, grime ain't as good as Slim Shady
Whilst Sambo and Bert go to row their boat up
and show Mr. Tug how spit rhymes and lunghies *huck*
Phlegm hits the President
Reaganomics benefit
Lord Quas nabs em Have You Seen this Man? on a Milk carton
Just goes to show you don't mess up the show
Sit back relax, the liberals gotcha, get corn and a Coke
Watch us get screwed up like Guy Pitch choked
Zack de la Roche screams Wolf but Tyler's saying nope
He'd rather get Earl to deal with him, kneel with him
Show him the holy ways of the Golf Wang Kill Them All
At least George Bush has his southern-fried Texas drawl
Had fun in DC, MacKaye asked if you had the gall
The nerve to mess with just a Minor Threat
If he had the motive then the Cabinet would elect
a delicant, delicate situation in France
Daft Punk beating Stereolab, King Ketchup? Not a chance
Necromancer level ups come like running feats
Grab the jewels, El-P is a Rogue, doesn't cheat
when he's got the mic in his hand, rolls a 20, crits the audience,
Better Abscond, mon, Rasta Masta Blasta Pastafarian poppy-stance
Or poppy-cock, still got the popcorn? Man you're on the spot
Continue the show while Madlib still calls the shots
Ronald Reagan, forced to put on makeup, a major fast-food fake-up
Maybe Drake would like to make up Drake-Up, a clock that wakes you up!
One probably exists, maybe if we look out, into the mist
Nope. See nuthin, hear nuthin, say nuthin
Put your hands in the air like those chimps ain't nuthin
As if a Mad Villain doesn't care about moral standards
Now watch as I flip it into an old jazz standard.

Wow, I wrote a lot #ab{:P}
Originally posted by Egadd
Who knows the flow when I throw down the lines?
It's a no go, holds true when we nab little Sambo
Bert rhymes for dimes, felt up where the hands go
Grab the pole, fish a fish, drag the kids in, throw them back
they can't spit proper Lines, fish know the flow red blue one two
Strike back like Moff Tarkin, hey lackey, do a Death Grips
Rue the day Luke robbed our money store Yeezus Christ, god
throw down Tommy Bang or the Loiter Squad
Beats hit like Plug, the littlest tug could
Come up the bay drop the bass like The Streets goods
Don't do drugs said Nancy while Quasimoto dragged her in the back alley and knocked up some sugar
Showed her how to use a straw
Master Shake standing tall
Reagan rips that sucker out ruins life the White House sir!
Are you pondering we have an issue with the first lady
Tug pops back, grime ain't as good as Slim Shady
Whilst Sambo and Bert go to row their boat up
and show Mr. Tug how spit rhymes and lunghies *huck*
Phlegm hits the President
Reaganomics benefit
Lord Quas nabs em Have You Seen this Man? on a Milk carton
Just goes to show you don't mess up the show
Sit back relax, the liberals gotcha, get corn and a Coke
Watch us get screwed up like Guy Pitch choked
Zack de la Roche screams Wolf but Tyler's saying nope
He'd rather get Earl to deal with him, kneel with him
Show him the holy ways of the Golf Wang Kill Them All
At least George Bush has his southern-fried Texas drawl
Had fun in DC, MacKaye asked if you had the gall
The nerve to mess with just a Minor Threat
If he had the motive then the Cabinet would elect
a delicant, delicate situation in France
Daft Punk beating Stereolab, King Ketchup? Not a chance
Necromancer level ups come like running feats
Grab the jewels, El-P is a Rogue, doesn't cheat
when he's got the mic in his hand, rolls a 20, crits the audience,
Better Abscond, mon, Rasta Masta Blasta Pastafarian poppy-stance
Or poppy-cock, still got the popcorn? Man you're on the spot
Continue the show while Madlib still calls the shots
Ronald Reagan, forced to put on makeup, a major fast-food fake-up
Maybe Drake would like to make up Drake-Up, a clock that wakes you up!
One probably exists, maybe if we look out, into the mist
Nope. See nuthin, hear nuthin, say nuthin
Put your hands in the air like those chimps ain't nuthin
As if a Mad Villain doesn't care about moral standards
Now watch as I flip it into an old jazz standard.

Wow, I wrote a lot #ab{:P}

wow impressive...but

sure you can rhyme but you got no flow. you better just go.
so get out my thread. come back when you don't rhyme like you're dead.
go to bed and try again. come on I'm fed up with these "raps"
It turns me red it gets me furious.
next time try to use your head. i said use your head.

At least I rhyme with flow, keep it up and your gonna be deceased.
cause when I rhyme I'm just plain beast.
I'ma win this. I don't care if I rap, or if I got to usemy fist.
Break your wrist. man I can get pissed easily. break you wrist.
dump sierra mist on you computer. wanna rap over the internet now?
You don't get a gist of what I'm sayin' you're to dumb.
Man you're gettin' dissed.

Like eminem I just spit the best verse even. and that's it.

...don't throw a fit, because I can spit this shit better.
and you're just a half wit. there's a pit in your head where there should be a brain. Now for real that's it!

XD it's probably not actually as good as yours...
yo yo yo
yo mothafucka
bitches fuck yo
weed fuck yo
blap blap weed
i make money
yo
droppin' panties yo
money fuck weed

*drops the mic, goes crowdsurfing*
Originally posted by Nameless
yo yo yo
yo mothafucka
bitches fuck yo
weed fuck yo
blap blap weed
i make money
yo
droppin' panties yo
money fuck weed

*drops the mic, goes crowdsurfing*

Hey look! it's the common rapper!
Originally posted by Ultradragonyoshi

sure you can rhyme but you got no flow. you better just go.
so get out my thread. come back when you don't rhyme like you're dead.
go to bed and try again. come on I'm fed up with these "raps"
It turns me red it gets me furious.
next time try to use your head. i said use your head.

At least I rhyme with flow, keep it up and your gonna be deceased.
cause when I rhyme I'm just plain beast.
I'ma win this. I don't care if I rap, or if I got to usemy fist.
Break your wrist. man I can get pissed easily. break you wrist.
dump sierra mist on you computer. wanna rap over the internet now?
You don't get a gist of what I'm sayin' you're to dumb.
Man you're gettin' dissed.
Like eminem I just spit the best verse even. and that's it.
...don't throw a fit, because I can spit this shit better.
and you're just a half wit. there's a pit in your head where there should be a brain. Now for real that's it!


Coming from holiest slums of Shaolin
Viceroy nicks your throat again
With an actual flow and mo'
I play it slow where the words both feminine and macho
For a certain UDY put his head up his anus
What you rappin' in, 6/8? or poetry as ignorance
Trying to blindly follow rhyme scheme til it breaks ya head
Punks try to do that to me but I go Grimdark on them
Check this flow, for it's yo downfall for real
Huddle up in your room, general tells you you're a failure
Get ticked, stroke your stache, send the peasants out the room
Scream in German, watch me drop a-bomb, AU coming to your doom
Let you repeat
Originally posted by punk
Break your wrist. man I can get pissed easily. break you wrist.

Trying to hit RATM? Mm, ya missed.
I throw on the scarf, pop a bubble, read your rhymes
The trouble with the rabble you're spitting, limey reading english
No similes, no references, not cerebral
I pull a cranial exam, doctor, who loves ya?
Check this patient out, he be missing cerebellum
Reading your raps makes me livid, gonna have to drop a Tums
At least you give awful brain, you ain't making me cum
Like the placid lines you be coiling, my attitude you're spoiling
Adon, get over here, Jaguar Dive to the groin
Take you into Subspace, drop a hammer in your face
My pixel sword +9001, give it up, you can never face
Me, dropping lines like rope
King Geedorah behind me, Lord Quas smoking dope
Looks like Nancy's back, shove a flyer, 1-2 punch
500 ton elephant, Taft, don't worry, he's a bunch
Of flab, roll like Bill Candy
Candian Bacon and Snickers, Kim Jong-Il's not looking fancy
Captain, we better hang him from the mast and
blast him, we'll taking his position
Because when I drop my rhymes, I dictate them with percision
Making beats, my Roland's ready to rock
Mr. Meth shoves a heated hanger up your cock
Stop jerking off to your stupid Drake fantasies
Auto-Tune's my slave, Little Sambo's history
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