A rap battle

JOLS wrote:

The old guard has been replaced
This whole damn thread been laid waste
By newbs who got some taste
So leave with your disgrace
Or a piss pool will take your place

Intents has admitted defeat
Left his bitch to mop up his mess
A Republican Guard retreat
He flew like some Pony Express

((Dude, seriously.
I wanna have like a two on two rap battle, it'd be fun.
I'm not wimping out))

Thank you Intents, for the wonderfull intro.
Workin together, you can see why we're pro.
And to the two new guys here, lemme bow low.
Your skills are mad, unlike that damn Keo.

Allow me to quote The Uber Unspeakable
"You little kids are so predictable
A little competition and you're up at arms"
Now, before you start accusing, let me finish my yarn.

Thats the thing about rap, its really quite primal.
The problem I think, is in the groups mind, ya see?
Two groups clashing in battle, and thats all final?
Rap is art, and 4 is better than 2, who's with me?

(Sigh) Some really hurtfull things were rapped.
Stuff about cocks, bitches, fights and who fapped?
All these emotions going, they have me trapped.
The quality of my verses is nowhere near capped.

Some are bad, and some are worse...
Keo, I'm afraid, falls in that verse.
His raps so bad, I needed a hearse.
What he needed was a year to rehearse.

Unspeakable and Jols, their the opposite spectrum.
I say for myself, I hve nothin' but respect for em.
The Unspeak can rhyme with the very best.
Jol's kingdom lies in with the beatbox crest.

Intents and I have ruled all from the Genisis.
We cut down our foes with not a single miss.
We weeded the weak, looking for the great.
We see now the outcome, was worth the wait.

A mighty foe you two are.
Im not sure I'd survive.
The battle would be far
the best, of any alive.

So bring it on guys, hit on all cyclinders.
Gotta use, the legendary pokemoners.
Send the allies, kick in the back-burners.
Hold nothing back, loose the destroyers!

(( My god, this is terrible...))

((Ahh, Endarkened, the respect that is your words endears me! Will you waiting with one us for the...

Man, broken English is tiring. Anyways, I see how it is now! Forgive all the earlier use of expletives, I was trying to get my head into this whole rap thing. Tee hee. Yeah, we'll have some fun of it. I'm on the US East coast, though, so give me a bit to open up my evening. We'll play it nice and clean this time, all mutually respectful like.

I mean...us will the being very introspective on the helpful and considerate. It is won when the team is agreed upon by. I return hence upon when the Kopawapatezi is not missing.))

((Alright, how does this sound for our first clash?

Home Team: Tent and Dark
Challengers: J0ls and Speak

Rules: Two posts per person, alternating between teams, for a total of eight. At the end, we'll let some of the regulars here judge. If you want a time limit, that's up to you.

As this is your home stadium, you guys get to choose who goes first.

Sound good?))

((Ok, so as the challngers, you go first. So lets say Unspeak goes first. The order should be Unspeak Intents Jols and then me. Then we epeat. then we go to judges. This si Unspeaks idea. I like it, so go with it. Im in Europe, so I will be sleeping soon, but Ill post in the morning.

I'm a little busy too, so I might wait till tomorrow, as well. I'm all rapped out, to be honest. Besides, the wait will just make it more dramatic.

OK, its decided. Speakable Intents JOLs Endarkened. Repeat. Judge. Coronation of the new rap Kings, or reinstatement of the old. Ra court to decide punishment of losers.

Mkay, the challenge sounds fun. =D
But who's gonna judge?
We can't have anyone bias, so maybe one of the judges like Admin-sama.

Actually, I think the order should be
"Speakable Intents JOLs Endarkened."
Just like you guys said
But instead of repeat after, we should mix it up, so that Dark doesnt always get the last say in things, and Speak doesnt always get to start us off.

Ok, second order is Jols first, then me, thn speak, then u wrap it up Intents

okay. All agreed?
k.
Info:
Team 1: Homie Home team; Intents and Endarkened
Team 2: Challengers: J0ls and Speak
Judges: ???
Order: Speakable, Intents, JOLs, Endarkened, Jols, Dark, speak, intents

It sounds good to me. I'll kick things off tomorrow, at some time that works well for all involved parties, what with one of you being a Euroman.

But you still need a judge who isn't involved in your battle.

Are you volunteering, hnn?

No.

Just making an observation.

Nice one word post there, and then rather than simply editing a post; making another extremely short post thereafter.

Twas all

Intentional.

Oh

I get it now

Tents, we have a judge yet?

Not yet...
Maybe we should kick off the rap, and then find our judges afterwards.

That sounds fine, but J0ls has been missing in action today. I'm going to try giving him a call and see if he shows up. If I can't find him, I'll start now, then you can go, and he'll have to put up his rhymes tomorrow. I'll give him another hour, though.

Alright, it's time for me to pass out soon, so I'll kick this off and J0ls can grab the baton tomorrow.

I come out the dark, come out ya fears
A nightmare come to life, a rival appears
Straight from the RP, and onto the stage
Shootin' words like bullets, fulla venom and rage

My man J0ls and me, we're like bad company
Deep fryin' your brains, we eat 'em like candy
We're too expensive for you, here try 'em for free
If you're diggin' that one, here have two or three
We burn suckas so fast we always got plenty

We shine like the sun, we sparkle like metal
We got this fire round us like we was the devil
Hittin' your weakspots so hard you can't manage
Like giant enemy crabs for massive damage
At home or abroad we always bring the goods
Bustin' ya grills up like you was Tiger Woods

Trap you with the nature of my rhymes
Wrap you up like thorny ass vines
Your limbs can't move, my words entangle 'em
You just can't talk because my words are stranglin'
You fall to pieces 'cause they straight up mangle ya
Ya got nothin' because they just done wrangled ya

My man J0ls got words like steel
Cut you to pieces, you won't even feel
The lyrical cut he's carvin' inna ya gut
'Till it's too late and you're bleedin' like what
So InTents he's a warning as you go to your ruin
Call an ambulance first, you'll be needing it soon.

Mic's yours.