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    (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?!!
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    (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: :mfing: on the DVD this won't be pixilated!
    you got that off family guy
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    (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
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    its getting cheesy
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    (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
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    (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.
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    (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...
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    real madrid
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    (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
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