RAPP BATTLE

No rapper can rap quite like I can
I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last Mafioso I'm a MC cop
Make you say, Go Gagey and do the wop
If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet
Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Trendsetter I'm better my rhymes are good
I got a gold name plate that says I wish you would
And when rap begin then I gotta join in and
Before my rhyme is over you know I'm a win
Gagey has arrived so you better make way
Ask anybody in the crowd they say the kid don't play!
Sparring competition that's my hobby and job
I don't wear a disguise because I don't own the mob
Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped
So many girls on my jock I think my phone here is tapped
I'm BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who's spinning the tunes who put the words to shame?
It's your bespectacled DJ, Wally is the name.
Without my records there would be no beat,
And the words that come of your lips aren't sweet.
I'm a star in the making, a dancing machine.
I'm a just-barely up-and-coming teen.
That's all my rap, but remember this:
The tunes make the words turn to bliss!

ha Wally you gotta be playin
since my lyrics do nothin but slayin
cuz im the boss in the game, and ill be stayin
so you better be on yo knees and best be prayin
cuz my words are like bullets, they be sprayin

Ha Jet, and Wally,
you better watch yall's back
cuz Dj Gagey in the building
cuz i gotta brand new rap

My shit like LL and my beats like Guetta
I ain't never been beat,
because my raps are betta.

I have it my way,
juss like b.k.
like the Ron McDon
I put a smile on
every pimp and every bimbo
who cut my way
so take a step back,
lay down and stay.

Ha, both of you, don't kid ya selves,
Just like the Muslims say, you're infidels~
If this were - a game of cards,
you'd all be playi'n' like re-tards~
Cus when you can't keep up - with my pace,
Yo motha fuckas, I'm the big ace~

Ya might be thinkin' ya got each other beat,
but you're still forgetin' there's one last seat~
That spot's free - and all for me,
cus B*tch this party ain't for tea~
They call you a nigga, they say you got swag,
but all you look like to me is a white fag~
You run 'round playin you some kiddie tag~
but that don't fly, in my hood,
cus when it comes to rappin', you just ain't good~

Now I'm gonna go 'head and letcha try,
even though my rappin level's so sky high~

Haha, y'all think y'all have the right to step to me
I guess I must break down intellectually
I'm Kura. The beast. The baddest. The best.
I'm the BOSS flyin' high with an S on my chest

Ah, Shino, let's see if you got the balls to stay
Once effin LadyKura has come into play
I'm sorry to say: I must act a fool
But take yo sorry ass back to elementary school

Jet, you must be tweakin' 'cause your rhymes are whack
I thought you told us you were a better rapper than that

i see i gotta go hard this time
gotta be on my game, show i can ryhmye
you fools must be joking, cant be serious
you cant beat me, my lyrics be delirious
there is a reason why im the boss
cuz i always win, admit yo loss
my skills will drive you insane
cuz im about brutality and i bring the pain

Shino, who the hell are you
you got skills,i admit that may be true
but in here,know that i am the king
so just be smart, get yo ass outta my ring
so quit wile you ahead,and wemay be cool
but if you if wanna stay, ill make you look like a fool

VOI~

*Starts snapping*

Woah,you guys are softer the bread dough.
Its hard for me too even concentrate when your
face is getting all red though, are you offended?
Don't be because when i am here i am going to end it.

Look at this man here, his name is Jet, he can't be bet?
Well I say Let's..

There is only one who can't be bet, and that person is not jet
but the person who you have just met. *Points at himself.*

Don't kid yourselves, none of you compare,
you've just walked in-to your own nightmare.
Here he is, Jet, he says he's got game,
but nigga back up, cus you so lame.
You ain't the king, you ain't even got pace,
like I said, I'm the numbuh one ace.
So best walk out, with yo pride intact,
cus when I spit raps, you can bet I don't act.

Then there's Kura, thinks she's got nuts,
but isn't she a girl, don't they have butts?
She says she's all tough, but I don't think so,
cus all you look to me is just another hoe-oe.
So why dontcha just, get up and run away,
because I'll guarantee, that you shouldn't stay.
Even if you do, you'll surely pay.
Not with cash, not with moneh, but with yo pride,
gurl, take my advice, cus you best abide.

And of course there's Sato, thinks he's cool,
but when it comes to rappin, he's just a big fool.
Nigga's so boring, but he thinks he's soaring,
the only thing ya got is yo mother's adoring~
Yo rapping is weak, you ain't got style,
your raps are just a bunch of words in a pile-ile~

My beat can make your words go a mile.
You're rhythm's off, it ain't got no style.
Changin' it up, then your rhyme sounds wrong
It's the melody-less lyrics to a song.
I might be small, but my impact's big
You could be beaten at rap by a fig.
I didn't look at all for no battle,
but watch out, 'cuz you're riding full saddle.