This topic hurts me…
At least i tried.
Swiggity Swensive
I find that offensive
Swiggity swoogle
look it up on Google
Excuse me poor sods,
But you clearly have no taste.
Even our dear mods
Have no finesse or haste.
You see, here’s a little lesson
About rapping and rhyme scheme:
You can’t rap or write poetry
Without learning a few things.
Rhyme scheme is important, but not all-consuming.
Remember, rhyming is a tool, but not a necessity.
What’s far more important is the feeling (or flow)
It’ll guide every lyric and allow you to show
Off your talent, go
Places you’ve never been befo’.
When it comes down to it, all that matters is flow.
Rap with confidence, don’t be constrained.
Don’t be constricted, held down by chains.
Be free, be flexible, push your own limits,
Put words wherever, so long as they fit.
You see, the rhyme barely matters,
Though it’s still a nice tool.
Don’t make yourself a fool,
Thinking you know the rules.
Don’t compare rap to fine jewels,
Don’t pretend it makes you cool.
You’re not making a portrait,
You’re just throwing paint splatters
On a canvas, making do
With what you
Have.
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@pizzacheetah im gonna end your career with 3 words
Beep Boop Bap
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My Magnum Opus…
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Yo yo it’s time
For Political_Slime
She ain’t your average mod
She’s a green slimy god
Known all about corn
Since she was born
Knows a rap about millet
When she sings it she kills it
Got too many Squidwards
She belongs in a psych ward
Heard she’s up to eighty-one
And she still i’nt done
Somewhere in Massachusetts
Is where this cool gal sits
In a swamp like an ogre
But she ain’t quite as vulgar
Used to be a moderator
Then she quit, see ya later
Now the new mods run the show
Slime ain’t around no mo’.
But she ain’t left our hearts
Nor our green Lego parts
Coolest mod she’ll be
Till she’s a hundred and three.
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My name is @DuneToa ,
It’s a nickname, no moa’,
I write strange stories like
Space trucks carrying cookies.
They drive into spaceships and patch up some bugs
Then get plastered by enemies and their pet thugs
Then falling down buildings on wings like a dove
They land and defend like the heroes of old.
A word from the Fremen has often held true:
“Preserve your water” is what they must do.
On deserts, in cities, throughout galaxies, these heroes must fight to keep everyone free.
Though monsters and men try to stand in their way
They fight on ‘til the end of the day
Even if Unicron stood up in his power and might,
They would fight on for the last knight.
If one knows all, it may be @Ghid ,
The man whose face has always been hid.
He orchestrates all, doing what he did,
At McGick you may find the secret he hid.
Dark there it is, blacker than black,
It can only be breached by the strength of attack.
Dread heroes of old, and conquerors anew,
Have sought of his gold, and they never knew,
That in these dread caverns, asleep in the dark,
Was a monster awaiting the chance of a lark.
@Eilrach the ancient, a master of old,
was released by Tott from the depths of this hole.
Then seeking revenge, he took a car, and arrested the heroes where they now are. Diero the brave destroyed him right there, and now has taken Tott into his care.
With Racie and Cordax, and others as well, they seek to free the world from Ghid’s spell.
If they succeed, it could mean certain death, but failure has never been a much better threat.
So sing we all now for these brave heroes new,
And thank them for all that they do.
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when you rhyme hid with hid, dove with old, and like with cookies
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cool now im recapped on book of tears
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Yes, I broke all the rules of grammar.
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