[asmaamahamud]

(Original post by pgreg1)
You think yourselves to be 21st century libertines
Well I think your music should be brought before a guillotine
‘Cos this ain’t a French Revolution, your vocabulary belongs in 4th century Byzantine
I mean, come on teens, come clean,
Are your lives so pointless that you have to resort to this rap scene?
Your heads are so far up Lil’ Wayne’s arse you need more vasoline
Over these next few verses I’ll blow your philosophy to smithereens

Rap doesn’t take skill, it’s a monstrosity
The Beatle’s say more in one song than Jay-Z does in his whole discography
You’re all Moby Dicks, but remove the Moby
Your mothers are whales and your fathers support Kony
‘Cos rap music is a sinking ship that should be left to mythology
I’m gonna banish your rhymes and ruin your legacy
Like how Telemachus slayed the suitors in the Odyssey,
No Penelope for you, just smoke dope and wallow in your own fallacy
I bet you’ve been on Wikipedia 10 times since you’ve started reading me
Dumb rappers, more ignorant than Ahab before his fate to Moby
Most of your songs have sampling in them, you’re phony
You don’t have the talent to come up with your own melody
Man, Creative Corner is worthless, I was expecting to see poetry
Yet all I see is nerds masturbating over KingMessi’s effigy
Who is this messy guy, anyway? Beats me
Anyone who puts grades in their signature is nothing but an attention-seeking teen
Who’s probably locked in his dark room wishin’ he was Wolverine
Jerkin’ off to Beyonce waiting for his new prescription of spot cream
100% in English literature? You disgust me,
Did studying Dickens and Shakespeare tell you that this rap business ain’t worthy?
100% moron, go read some Shelley
‘Cos even Frankenstein is more attractive than your drivel, “Nelly”

Hip-hop and rap music degrades the black race
Howlin’ Wolf and Robert Johnson would be turnin’ in their graves in disgrace
I’ve always wondered why rap music is about spouting a lot of words
I guess it’s just because you’re not intelligent enough to speak in true verse
I know I’m being contradictory, speaking the way you do
Yea I’m Gulliver, atleast I ain’t a dirty Yahoo
It took me 15 minutes to write this rubbish
No point reading your replies because your raps are all sluggish
In all seriousness, what happened to education?
Your raps reek of arrogance and sexual frustration
Try reading real literature; Yeats, Chesterton and Byron
Honestly, I like some of the stuff you guys say, but your talents are going to waste
Yea I’m the mother-f***** libertine, y’all just Bohemians

Dude you ****ing rock.
How ironic are the title and the contents?!!

[clad in armour]

(Original post by mikeyd85)
Yo flo is faded and dated deflated and constipated!
If I had to rate it: Hate It! Translated: You ate it!
Hey, cheese ball, you've been grated, chewed up, swallowed, and defacated!
Ha, to restate it: on the DVD this won't be pixilated!

you got that off family guy

[pgreg1]

(Original post by KingMessi)
I'm attention seeking? There's no word for your vanity
You wrote an essay, nothing there but calamity
The insanity you display in trying to play
Against a champion will inevitably end in your dismay
I can rhyme better than you, and I'm more loquacious
Be gracious in your defeat, dear Lord, be sagacious
Remove yourself of this delusion that you're a player
You're a water-boy; a slaughter toy to bring me joy when you annoy
The truth sayer, king sprayer, each day o' the week
I spit sick flows and your fear grows, hey, bitch? It shows.
I can tell you're the type of guy who writes Petrachan sonnets
To try and rid himself of the sexual bees in his bonnet
I can feel the envy emanating from your computer
Refuter of the conception that this genius is a loser
A bruiser, you degenerate ignorant cretin
I'm betting it's my eloquence you find so upsetting
In second year I was probably more verbose
Than you'll come close to, I'm first past the post
This took you fifteen minutes? You should be upset
Because you'll never get them back; you need all the time you have left
To get yourself up to a tenth of my levels
I revel in writing rhymes against those who meddle
In the business of a renegade, the destroyer
Find an employer, and see if they can deploy ya
In some menial job, see you in your nine-to-five
I've read the whole canon, I still find time to thrive
Time to drive, time to fly, mate, it's your bedtime
If you reply I advise checking your head's fine
Don't look so disgusted; don't look like you hate it
Just because you're a pissed-off student who never made it.

Pissed-off student that never made it?
Copyin’ lyrics from 8-Mile are we? You’re brave kid,
Comin’ out with the same drivel, I knew you’d say it
You made some good points, but you couldn’t resist it
I guess you don’t get enough attention in your real-life
Take your anger out by listenin’ to Limp Bizkit
And writing shoddy raps like you’re some kind of Whizz-kid
“The renegade, the destroyer, the genius”, what is this?
Spewing lies about yourself, you’re narcissistic
Loquacious? Put down the thesaurus, this is atrocious
Your bars are tame, mine ferocious
Already you’ve been disgraced, like Cain and Judas,
The only pussy you’ll ever get is a succubus
I must admit bro, your response was a disappointment
You disproved nothing I said, you severely lack judgement
Infact, your rhymes are rooted in the Dark Ages
Keep readin’ your Petrarchian sonnets, one day you’ll make it
Me? I’m the mother-f***in’ Enlightenment,
Me and Seneca writing history on my ancient parchment
You’re in the peasant quarters, filled with insolence and resentment
Scrawling your rhymes on the cracked walls of your tenement
Funny how you take this business seriously
Deliriously, tryin’ to prove that you’re not a nobody
Don’t reply bro’, this stress will clog up your arteries
And let’s face it, you can’t compete with this artistry
Metaphorically, you’re a labourer, I’m the aristocracy

[clad in armour]

its getting cheesy

[pgreg1]

(Original post by mikeyd85)
My existence is fine cheers, got mates, love and chilled beers.
The value of that outweighs your dollars, you can have them, I'm good dear.
So what, I've got some posts? It's around 12 a day...
I like gaming, tech 'n' phones 'n' helping people in every which way.

Plenty of great films go straight to DVD. You've probably never heard of them and you won't listen to me,
So you can have your big block-busters, with no soul and no class.
I've got more heart than any of them coming right out my ass.
But what do I know, after all I'm just wasted?
I'm just happy that unlike you I ain't been mass replicated.

You're right bro, rap glorifies the unimportant things,
If you got love and mates, who needs all that bling?
It's what I was tryin' to get at in my post,
Rap is veil that stops us seeing what we need the most

It was stupid of me to assume things about your life
Anyway man, I got King Messy in my sights
Unlike him, you ain't arrogant, I respect that G
If I ever see you, next chilled beer's on me

[DontJudge]

(Original post by pgreg1)
You're right bro, rap glorifies the unimportant things,
If you got love and mates, who needs all that bling?
It's what I was tryin' to get at in my post,
Rap is veil that stops us seeing what we need the most

It was stupid of me to assume things about your life
Anyway man, I got King Messy in my sights
Unlike him, you ain't arrogant, I respect that G
If I ever see you, next chilled beer's on me

Another rap posted on TSR?! Oh no!
The messages you're giving here are homo.
That's cos when you try getting with a girl, there's no chance.
So you getting comfy with the males, lets call it bromance.

You have no importance behind the words that you usin.
Searching your raps from wiki, inspiration is what you'll be abusing.
This is the real deal, so lets do this quickly, cos ma lyrics will start bruisin.
I produce by what i feel, after this i'll be making you busy losing.

[Sgt.Incontro]

(Original post by bjl475)
Weak vibes talkin' bout cheese balls,
more so when pgregs speakin' real 'ish bro

Raps gone somewhere,
somewhere far from real,
no more real expression,
just bandwagon jumpers lookin' for a record deal

The art of music is now just about poppin' bottles in a club,
no more meaning,
no more social expression hub

White trash, snobs and whores meet in fields every year,
for blue chip profits and nothing more

Woodstocks gone,
livin' in the past is not an option,
but that music love and peace seemed like the perfect concoction,
if we just take that as a simple lesson,
maybe then we can drop the phony impressions.

Haha, not bad...

[lionelmessi2]

real madrid

[waaahey]

(Original post by KingMessi)
I'm attention seeking? There's no word for your vanity
You wrote an essay, nothing there but calamity
The insanity you display in trying to play
Against a champion will inevitably end in your dismay
I can rhyme better than you, and I'm more loquacious
Be gracious in your defeat, dear Lord, be sagacious
Remove yourself of this delusion that you're a player
You're a water-boy; a slaughter toy to bring me joy when you annoy
The truth sayer, king sprayer, each day o' the week
I spit sick flows and your fear grows, hey, bitch? It shows.
I can tell you're the type of guy who writes Petrachan sonnets
To try and rid himself of the sexual bees in his bonnet
I can feel the envy emanating from your computer
Refuter of the conception that this genius is a loser
A bruiser, you degenerate ignorant cretin
I'm betting it's my eloquence you find so upsetting
In second year I was probably more verbose
Than you'll come close to, I'm first past the post
This took you fifteen minutes? You should be upset
Because you'll never get them back; you need all the time you have left
To get yourself up to a tenth of my levels
I revel in writing rhymes against those who meddle
In the business of a renegade, the destroyer
Find an employer, and see if they can deploy ya
In some menial job, see you in your nine-to-five
I've read the whole canon, I still find time to thrive
Time to drive, time to fly, mate, it's your bedtime
If you reply I advise checking your head's fine
Don't look so disgusted; don't look like you hate it
Just because you're a pissed-off student who never made it.

Ehh,Ehh,you killed that one nicely