Cool concept, talk as much trash as you possibly can to someone’s face, AND Make it rhyme.
Not easy.
I have a real respect for people that can battle rap.
Talk all that trash without getting punched in the face, putting a giant turd of emotion into a pretty package and serving it.
Long as it rhymes…
Started on the street corners, I remember walk up avenue, with Jason Burgess..
The Lows, The miscreants, the degenerate dreggs…
Battle rap.
Get a brown paper bag and put your mad dog 20/20 in it, spark yourself a black and mild,, hang out on the corner.
Listen to these warriors.
A truly epic undertaking,..
“we are the lows, but we are going to dance and battle with art”.
Think about it…
THINKKKK.
Name something you hate.
Now, name something you hate about me.
Now make it rhyme.
Without any planning, any preparation,
Completely off the top of your head…
No writing, Because we are living in this moment right here… We’re not doing that other thing.
We are constructing and stacking rhymes, in real time, Mr Klein.
Picture yourself doing it.
Standing on a corner, sizing an opponent up, looking at them up and down only to find weaknesses.
Buttons to push.
Reactions to trigger.
It’s an admirable art form, Even if you don’t care for hip hop.
That is a beautiful and amazing natural dance, that the Lows created All on their own..
Picture yourself trying.
Do all that stuff I just said and… GO !
One fish….two fish…red fish….blue fish.
I’m unhappy with the current social climate, sometimes I call my penis “The Caucasian slime kit”…
You see?
See how DIFFICULT that is ?
I think….
If someone wants to be president, they should have to battle rap their opponent…
All in favor?
(“I”)
The I’s have it,,,next business.
The word….Issa.
Gets real racial, real fast
I’s a so sorry.
Eyes-zah so sorry mister sir ..
Eyes-ah good one, promise on my kids…
Soooo….
Picture of dialect ,like weather..
A little falls over here, a little lands over there, the people of the land,they come out and gather the rainwater..
So picture language is a living organism, Madison from heaven. Feeding the people, giving each region and level means of communication.
Between themselves.
I’m fascinated by it, by slang, by dialect,,
Because language is alive.
And that’s bizarre.
Now go battle rap the other parents at your kid’s PTA meeting..
That’s how we’re going to start handling stuff going forward…
No more mass shooters.
No more mobs gathering over opinions on human genitals.
Identifying as….etc
I’ll leave everything alone, Israel, abortion, physician assisted suicide, corruption, the love of money,…
Talk about everything.
Say everything..
But make it rhyme, make it put me down while lifting yourself up…
Talk that shit.
(support your local battle rap scene)
Ha!
People wouldn’t allow themselves to be caught dead in those areas.
Battle rap.
Fuck Your video game skills.
Fuck Your YouTube channel… I want to see world leaders battle rapping..
King Charles.
Vladimir Putin.
The guy that looks like Winnie the Pooh.
WORLD …WAR… BATTLE RAP.
African tribesmen making that clicking noise with that note.
Loctkk…
I would hate to admit it, But I think the best place rap could be written…
Would be jail.
(Time to think)
To stew, to cycle push-ups and rage..
I bet you could find a lot of talent in our prison system..
Betcha couuuuullldd
dawn 