Virtua Fighter Rappers and Poets Speak out

i'm digging the AAAAAAA rhyming scheme in the Evo poem.

 

Lets fight in the dojo
Beating me is a no-go
You cant stop my flow
Frame advantage, Didnt know?

Tell all your friends
Im taking all the wins
Leave'em shell shocked
Was that your best shot?

Making you look free,
Want a piece of me?
Blind them with the skills
Flip kick give em chills

Playing long sessions
Leaving big impressions
Leave their minds spent
I give it 100%

Now its time to end
It looks like I win
Wanna play again?
Come on lets begin!

(I have no rapping skills whatsoever!)

 

You're an elk being hit by a car.

 

O but Plague how you did so wail,
On the mic, commentating, to great avail!

 

this is preety sick! XD

 

*Thinks about reviving thread* >:3

 

Banging out hot spit
like hollows through the muzzle/
Got musclebound brussel sprout veggies
Doing the shuffle

Rustle up more greens from the fiends
back on the block/
mack on a flock
of birds at Jack in the Box

Bisexual freaks
Jackpot!
Call up my peepz
Enough ass to last
us a couple of weeks

Now peep the scene!
Jacuzzi full of women/
Bottom of the ninth
and holmes I'm just beginning

Sinning while I'm grinning
Low down and dirty
call me Keenan/
Charlie Sheening bi-women
Pimpin, I'm bi-winning

Off the wall like a flip
from a kung fu flick
throw in the clip
one spray will regulate your click

Plus I'm quick!
On the trigger
like that horse McGraaaw
And I'll split!
any nigga
Trying to front or act raaaw

Pack the 4-4
for ally types of beef
niggas get shook and then cooked
when I lights my heat

Why pack a piece on mine?
For some peace of mind
My style's versatile
like a 69

 

I like this verse, it sounds like it's from a 90's beatnik poem.

Doesn't this mean it's almost the end? You should say 'start of the game' or something.

But after that verse I just daydreamed about a jacuzzi full of women. You could prob end it there tbh

 

Haha, I used "bottom of the ninth" as a metaphor

 

Any of you rappers want to join in on the VF beat tape I'm cooking, PM me.

 

Frames?
Fuck it, imma game.
I'm fuckin with your brain, victory is mine to claim.
You usin the same, move your insane
Cause every match a nigga switch it up for the pain
They tell me stick to the skill of your lane
But Wolf'll make em eat all the steel to the cage
RAGE
smoke 3 or 4 Ls whatever the mood is
Bitch I ball harder than a hadouken
workin so hard while the city is snoozin
Life so action packed so Im Tom cruisin

 

Bennies fight off the blues from the get go.
The side effects? Fuck em, doctors don't wanna know.
The producers are raking it-faking it for the press.
Praising their miracle. It's a sham. It's a business.

 

An ode to the blue, the pill, the substance. The compound to change the chemistry and your take of gods holy vestry. These crumbly ovals synthetic in their making, designed to comply with a humans craving. Have no earthly worth for the common man and his casual refraining.

 

The words out my mouth spell my intent, I'll give it 100 per cent.

Stair steppin', 2P reppin'
Leave you broke n sweatin'

Watch your game break up as I shuffle. Stop. Drop. Double back. Beat knuckle. Slap.

Don't forget to check your stance, son. This fight is done. Bringin' no commotion, it's like you rappin' in slow motion.

- Jacky Bryant (Vanilla ice incarnate)

 

OOOOH SHIT SON. 5 MICS IN THE SOURCE.

 

Wow, since when were the british awesome at lyricism?!