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| 22 Aug 2013 01:18 AM |
| Seriously I think it would be fun! ...And please don't copy ones from songs, that's sad. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:19 AM |
here's mine
IF I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made. What if I look upon a man As though on my beloved, And my blood be cold the while And my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel Or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was Before the world was made.
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:20 AM |
To all the brothas thinkin they can outrap me, I am challenging you all, I'm going double G. Baby it is easy as one two 3, get in line in follow me lead.
... Now... Go! |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:22 AM |
continuation/more:
I DID the dragon's will until you came Because I had fancied love a casual Improvisation, or a settled game That followed if I let the kerchief fall: Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings And heavenly music if they gave it wit; And then you stood among the dragon-rings. I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it And broke the chain and set my ankles free, Saint George or else a pagan Perseus; And now we stare astonished at the sea, And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:34 AM |
Bro most of that don't even rime, you're browsing up poetry and wasting your time; Now we all know... what is true, I can write in few words the likes of you: Trying to impersonate shakespear, which will make you fall; gonna beat you so bad your gonna have to crawl! Now that your in theres no turning back... Now lets here you try to make another crack!
~ I know this took 8 minutes... |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:38 AM |
how about this for a change:
THE lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much Struggling for an image on the track Of the whirling Zodiac. Scarce did he my body touch, Scarce sank he from the west Or found a subtetranean rest On the maternal midnight of my breast Before I had marked him on his northern way, And seemed to stand although in bed I lay. I struggled with the horror of daybreak, I chose it for my lot! If questioned on My utmost pleasure with a man By some new-married bride, I take That stillness for a theme Where his heart my heart did seem And both adrift on the miraculous stream Where -- wrote a learned astrologer -- The Zodiac is changed into a sphere.
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:40 AM |
RABBIT WINS OP JUST GOD YOU SUCK OP |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:46 AM |
Okay I can be almost as cheesy and off-topic:
My family was gone, and I felt so alone; it was so dark, I was chilled to the bone; as I lie there, sweaty in bed; with torturous thoughts running through my head; I found myself lost in a very dark world; a place of shadows, so gut wrenching I almost hurled. But the memories of joy brought me back to life; and as I woke up, I woke up... to a knife. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:47 AM |
| Its not over... until its over. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:48 AM |
that won't do i have a surprise for you:
DRY timber under that rich foliage, At wine-dark midnight in the sacred wood, Too old for a man's love I stood in rage Imagining men. Imagining that I could A greater with a lesser pang assuage Or but to find if withered vein ran blood, I tore my body that its wine might cover Whatever could rccall the lip of lover. And after that I held my fingers up, Stared at the wine-dark nail, or dark that ran Down every withered finger from the top; But the dark changed to red, and torches shone, And deafening music shook the leaves; a troop Shouldered a litter with a wounded man, Or smote upon the string and to the sound Sang of the beast that gave the fatal wound. All stately women moving to a song With loosened hair or foreheads grief-distraught, It seemed a Quattrocento painter's throng, A thoughtless image of Mantegna's thought -- Why should they think that are for ever young? Till suddenly in grief's contagion caught, I stared upon his blood-bedabbled breast And sang my malediction with the rest. That thing all blood and mire, that beast-torn wreck, Half turned and fixed a glazing eye on mine, And, though love's bitter-sweet had all come back, Those bodies from a picture or a coin Nor saw my body fall nor heard it shriek, Nor knew, drunken with singing as with wine, That they had brought no fabulous symbol there But my heart's victim and its torturer.
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:49 AM |
| Dang I was trying to be as tacky as you, and still failed. I can't even attempt to rap what you said. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:51 AM |
You're copying and pasting... nobody can make up/ nor write that fast. You must be a total geek. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:52 AM |
@term:
that doesn't mean anything what if i wrote that all? poetry > rap battle |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:53 AM |
Me at 11:47 pm: "Its not over til its over"
You literally one minute later: *Write 2 paragraphs of poetry.*
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:54 AM |
| I miss-counted, there is 4 paragraphs of poetry in only 60 seconds... if you already had that all in your head WHICH is already impossible, you still couldn't write it that fast. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:54 AM |
@term:
i type fast is that what you wanted to know now look don't make this into a flame war over rap battles just admit defeat and call it a good game c: |
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| 22 Aug 2013 01:59 AM |
"An average professional typist types usually in speeds of 50 to 80 wpm"
I counted 200+ words, and in less than a minute. > Impossible. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 02:00 AM |
was i implying i type fast that whole thing? no so i saw it on a different website and read a book on it it seemed lovely so i remembered it there you see? |
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| 22 Aug 2013 02:04 AM |
But still its impossible to write that fast for ANYBODY, not even the worlds fastest typers can type that many words in one minute. You copied and pasted mate. c: I CALL FOUL! THE WINNER IS... TERMINAL ZEROOOOO! |
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| 22 Aug 2013 02:06 AM |
actually good game friend but pfft im not going to accept defeat so easily cuz im ass but anyhow
YEATS ARE BETTER THEN RAP BATTLES OKAY ENOUGH SAID /OPINION FRIENDLY FRIENDS PLUS THE WINNER IS ME BLEH HEH HEH HEH HEH BLECK |
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| 22 Aug 2013 02:08 AM |
W00T!
... But am I seriously the only rapper who's for real? Wow what an untalented world I live in! ^-^' |
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