@theprofessor,
Round 1 (against samyboy27)
Two dope boys having a really bad battle
**** a verbal war, I should back-hand slap you
I fought you less than a year ago
Started off in a modern way, then a Shakespearean flow
I bet you remember that, Sam – but just in case you don’t
I’ll take the notebook from you, and re-iterate the notes
And just for you to understand it better, I’ll say it slow
Here is my modernised version of a play I know:
Macbeth
Is this a rapper which I see before me?
The man in front of mine vision, gazing a being so gory
I have thee not, and yet I hear ye still
A cowboy rap artist, whose talent is less than real
Art thou not a rapper, but a bad actor
Who has skills which have adapted to a crap factor
Or art thou but a rapper of the mind, a false creation
Who has dug himself into a hard situation?
I hear ye yet, with a style non-existent
No man alive wants to stand up and listen
This samyboy, a person so witless in his prime
Wouldn’t kill me if he turned back the spin of time
Mine hands crush thee, this young wretched amateur
A consequence this be, for a reckless challenger
Go forth, go to! Stray from mine land
You just beheld the mightiest form of my hand
Battling Ill is like a mortal against God
I’ll spread his brain like Scrabble, or God spreading stars
Fold him up like Poker once I have dealt the cards
That’s my “ace” in the hole, I’m a vet at “heart”
I’m a vet apart
If hip-hop was a cocaine market, you can call me Pablo Escobar
Serve you like fish sold in a seashore restaurant
You couldn’t handle my weight, therefore you’ve found yourself against the odds
