MC MLC's Rap Corner

[meanlittlechimp]

Since MacGuffin has a poetry corner, I decided to bring this to the 21st century and have a rap corner. Please submit any rap you want, but you should list a beat as your title, so we can imagine the cadence. If you don't know any songs with good beats, than just write acapella in the title.


I'll go first.....

Step in the cipher y'all.....

[meanlittlechimp]

Ode to an INTP, from an ENTP


I got more jism than
fake philosophers got ism
some people call me spacey
But I'm more like a Gracie
breaking bones and snappin necks
ya just got pwned, and now im cashing checks

Ya mind got blown, Your lips got sewn,
Ya face got wrecked, yeah biiaatttch, Ya just got playa fuckin owned

Ya mind got blown, Your lips got sewn,
Ya face got wrecked, yeah biiaatttch, Ya just got playa fuckin owned


I'm the ill chimp gangsta, that ya been hearin bout
Got the strength of six men, and gold front fangs to take ya out.

I'm the ill chimp gangsta, that ya been hearin bout
Got the strength of six men, and gold front fangs to take ya out.

sneaking up in your home,
blowing holes in your dome,
that means brainpan, for the slang uninitiated
your punk ass logic, just got perpetrated
urinated, and Al Q'aded, the smug look on your face,
keeps gettin more faded, now ya just feel berated

just trying to school ya clowns, cuz we're semi-related
E or I, the shits still fly,
NTP, like an old school G
ya see me spitting loud..
but ya don't hear me...
do or die, hello or goodbye
life's not a fuckin joke, until ya take that toke
try not to choke, or start gagging, or steady wheezin,
on the knowledge im dropping, cause my lyrics make ya flip

Just don't live ya life, like a chicken shizznit,

Just don't live ya life, like a chicken shizznit,

I got more props, than jordan's got hops
headz be feelin amped
panties getting damp
like Michael Jackson let loose
in a cub scouts camp.

Ya mind got blown, Your lips got sewn,
Ya face got wrecked, yeah biiaatttch, Ya just got playa fuckin owned

Ya mind got blown, Your lips got sewn,
Ya face got wrecked, yeah biiaatttch, Ya just got playa fuckin owned

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Just don't live ya life, like a chicken shizznit,



lol


God bless you ENTPs!

[commander blop]

I got thoughts so deep the word's aint hit the street
discreet piece aimed at three grieving demons
posse in effect til I flip and eject
my own homies fo showin me too much respect
I'm an enigma, son and you gonna regret
the day you walked in on me and yo momma sweatin
to some oldies n' shit
Man, damn near wrecked
my train of thought
MLC's MC'n and I just pop off
I don't know what I'm saying
or said that I've done
I just came too and wiped the blood of of my gun
I was screamin' "Don't run!"
And it all went black
That's what happen
before my next impulse to rap

[meanlittlechimp]

Commander Blop or Hip Hip Commandant
Ya got street cred, so I'll call you
whateeevvvaaa
the fuckyawaannt

Here's to keeping it real in the I N T
P to the C and the monkey in me

I shit thunder and piss sunlight
I put the Omni in potent
and is a chigga for life
Everyone wonders, why I got the right
I earned this shit, cause my rhymes are tight

[meanlittlechimp]

I got that coco jones, and hip hop fiendin
gangsta style, and gangsta leanin
NF dreams with NT means
ST style with some SF cream

got more moves, than Wolf got lists
Got more groove, than Anna N's got tits

Mammary glands or the sting from the back of my hand
Either way ya gonna get beat by an angry monkey man
16 beats for my 16 fists
Monkey, Tiger, Crane, or Plato technique
Hegel, Kant, karate or any style you gonna meet
whatever flips your wig, or makes your paltry ass feel big
just don't sweat the technique
just put the freak in your feet
don't fight it or pontificate
even if it's just to fornicate

Just stop fuckin fakin it
ya know why?
cause brooklyn, keeps on taking it

Just stop fuckin fakin it
ya know why?
cause brooklyn, keeps on taking it

Throwin more heat, than a sea full of mead
Feel more beats, than Rodney felt in his head
La Riots ain't shit, compared to this rap ya just read

My rhymes might be simplistic
A haiku on crack
the music is symphonistic, like a trick who got it twisted
Don't sweat the technique, and don't even try to holla back
this Monkey is copping feels
like 5th grade buses in the back
Your titties haven't grown, but I can wait for the stack

Patience is a virtue, from what I seen and read
Don't listen to your daddy and fuck what ya heard
Fuck the noise ya been hearing, but think on what's just been said
If ya been hearin me, your silly brain got hella fed

Got more wisdom in my nuts
than all you philosophs, who are hacks
made more chedda in a night
then yo mommas lives on their backs

Yo daddy ain't shit, fuck what ya heard
Yo daddy ain't shit, fuck what ya heard

[airjaw]

Just a lil sumthin sumthin..
maybe to the beat of hypnotize - notorious big

call me Sinatra who shot ya it’s caustic(ike) on the mic
call me Einstein dropping you equation lines
they be logically hypotheses philosophy never hypocrisy
I’m classy like fred astaire dance moves advancin near
Style and grace in your face til you disgraced jam in your face like this is space jam
whats it mean? I’m like hakeem I be the lyrical dream

Steal ya trophy Like you Drob, its about to be robbed
This shit bout to be copped, fore it can be dropped
Atrophy like hip hop into hip pop
Til your hips stop movin like your hips is pops.
the hits don’t stop but this shit still flops
like manu, mano y mano juz between me and you
its you who choose who you listen to: fools
tryna be cool act like theys a gangsta
ima shoot ya like battleship, I just sank ya
listen close to fitty’s nex lil diddy
rappin about rollin in clubs, rollin on dubs, bumpin the subs, sumthin that rubs
ima put you in a rub a dub tub with a couple of ya thugs
scrub you enough til
that shit be outta your system
and you bow to the concrete street to their feet and discreetly kiss em, now listen,

pay homage like the Amish to the past (go to college)
study history like it’s a mystery pay your respects to the real OGs
slaving away paving your way staying the way
paying your way like my ancestors who come here
stuck in the railroads droppin like fuckin toads
in Magnolia, from China to Mongolia
you so notorious? Who be real glorious?
We don’t say “glory us” and still come out victorious
The story is, like straight out of Astoria yo listen up

[PenguinHunter]

Yo, It's the flippered fiend swimming past, rhymes flowing like herring
Knock this monkey business on its back wit-out e'en caring,
Ta outwit this slackin' chimp, slap him flat, blast him off,
yeah inta outerspace where da bastard belongs.
Yo, Penguinhunta don't need no guns, he splits chimps with his rhymes.

Break

Aw shiiit, a split? This chimp be playin wit a banana thinkin it be a gun
(Deep voice backing) This Penguin ownage rampage ain't e'en close to done.
Aw shiiit, a split? This chimp be playin wit a banana thinkin it be a gun
(Deep voice backing) This Penguin ownage rampage ain't e'en close to done.

Yo, what parta "I" did ya miss when ya signed up for Central?
Ya gots tha "N", tha "T", tha "P" but wit out tha "I" yous bent real
funny, yeah funny, like a little party monkey, leashed to a clown so kids can toss you money -
Add some ice cream, a party hat and send this monkey to a kids show
Es ain't good for nothin' 'cept amusing kids and talkin up the cheap hos
I gots blinging access to da high class ass from dollas workin wit da 10th dimension,
It's tha Is who get da bitches kickin as true masters of invention.

I particle accelerate my rhymes into your sternum, shit, I OWN this fuckin' crib,
You want respect? You gotta earn-em.
I don't wanna hear 'bout no "old school fuckin' G" as if we're just like brothas,
ya don't come close ta touchin me!
Yo, we let you in here outa pity, I ain't said nothin' bout no long-lost brethren,
We've evolved, moved forward, advanced to higher climbs,
shit, monkey, we ain't nothin' like ya!
Introverts don't need no guns, they splits chimps with their rhymes

Break

Aw shiiit, a split? This chimp be playin wit a banana thinkin it be a gun
(Deep voice backing) This Penguin ownage rampage ain't e'en close to done.
Aw shiiit, a split? This chimp be playin wit a banana thinkin it be a gun
(Deep voice backing) This Penguin ownage rampage ain't e'en close to done.

Yo we gots tha Hustla, MacGuff, Madri, Rhu, Big K and ApethaD,
Ya think you got some shit on that? lolz muthafucka all you got's dts an' a chimp or three,
Shit, booyalab could own y'all posas wit-out e'en flickin' that whip,
she'd just burn y'all's flighty logic to the ground, and make y'all slip
and slide tryin to find y'all's feet, but y'all're walkin on ice, bitchas,
and it's all that's keepin' you from drownin' beneath my titty-slappin flippas.

Break

Aw shiiit, a split? This chimp be playin wit a banana thinkin it be a gun
(Deep voice backing) This Penguin ownage rampage ain't e'en close to done.
Aw shiiit, a split? This chimp be playin wit a banana thinkin it be a gun
(Deep voice backing) This Penguin ownage rampage ain't e'en close to done.

[meanlittlechimp]

slaving away paving your way staying the way
paying your way like my ancestors who come here
stuck in the railroads droppin like fuckin toads
in Magnolia, from China to Mongolia



I like your flow on that airjaw. Penguin's got a nice chorus too.

I would spit some shit back at ya; but I need likwit or alcohol. Like Popeye needs spinnage. I just can't feel a flo while I'm trying to make this dough. errr, I mean I can't get off my shine while sober at work. Does that rhyme?

[abweichend]

I used to rap, I haven't done it on a long time, but here is one I made when I was like 15...

Paranoia, let me kick it for ya/it's what I hear and see/but maybe it's just me/who I be/creepy bumps in the night/are making me think there's a fight/or a spirit/'till I turn on the light/and see it's just another ax murderer.

It's kind of bad, but there's something in it that some people liked when they heard it.

[meanlittlechimp]

Yo, It's the flippered fiend swimming past, rhymes flowing like herring
Knock this monkey business on its back wit-out e'en caring,

I just reread this bit. Nice cadence, I can actually hear someone spittin it. Respect...........

Ya got some skills.

[airjaw]

I don't really try to match my lyrics to a beat per se, so I don't usually end up putting them in a euphonic form.

you guys have skills too btw. props.

[PenguinHunter]

Ya got some skills.

:lol: back at ya brotha hunta. This was my first try at it; my highest art still rests with the limerick. Think there's a niche market for MBTI rap-offs?

[trapstar]

myspace.com/therealchristo (I'm not allowed to link... stupid rule)

Click on BBQ Session 2004
It's in swedish so you won't understand anything but it's funky
We made it one summer when we had one of our annual rapcamps where we invite rappers from all over to just chill, drink beer, smoke weed and generally just have fun. The quality sucks but we didn't record it to be a real song, it's just wordplay on a funky beat.
I'm the first to spit

:banana:

[trapstar]

Nice texts by the way

[headfonez]

Ode to an INTP, from an ENTP


I got more jism than
fake philosophers got ism
some people call me spacey
But I'm more like a Gracie
breaking bones and snappin necks
ya just got pwned, and now im cashing checks

Ya mind got blown, Your lips got sewn,
Ya face got wrecked, yeah biiaatttch, Ya just got playa fuckin owned

Ya mind got blown, Your lips got sewn,
Ya face got wrecked, yeah biiaatttch, Ya just got playa fuckin owned


I'm the ill chimp gangsta, that ya been hearin bout
Got the strength of six men, and gold front fangs to take ya out.

I'm the ill chimp gangsta, that ya been hearin bout
Got the strength of six men, and gold front fangs to take ya out.

sneaking up in your home,
blowing holes in your dome,
that means brainpan, for the slang uninitiated
your punk ass logic, just got perpetrated
urinated, and Al Q'aded, the smug look on your face,
keeps gettin more faded, now ya just feel berated

just trying to school ya clowns, cuz we're semi-related
E or I, the shits still fly,
NTP, like an old school G
ya see me spitting loud..
but ya don't hear me...
do or die, hello or goodbye
life's not a fuckin joke, until ya take that toke
try not to choke, or start gagging, or steady wheezin,
on the knowledge im dropping, cause my lyrics make ya flip

Just don't live ya life, like a chicken shizznit,

Just don't live ya life, like a chicken shizznit,

I got more props, than jordan's got hops
headz be feelin amped
panties getting damp
like Michael Jackson let loose
in a cub scouts camp.

Ya mind got blown, Your lips got sewn,
Ya face got wrecked, yeah biiaatttch, Ya just got playa fuckin owned

Ya mind got blown, Your lips got sewn,
Ya face got wrecked, yeah biiaatttch, Ya just got playa fuckin owned


I'm not di-di-diggin it.

[trapstar]

I would like some critique on a text I've done recently. Mostly I would like to know if I make sense, since I don't usually write in english and when I do it's usually straight up punchline/80's comedy-rap.

It's about me overcoming my writers block that's been haunting me for a year. I've also tried to capture my take on life in general and how I feel after the death of a childhood friend


I move like I'm supposed to
Take my time to be real - no tofu
Imma show you the real rap rainessaince
got more sides to me than the pentagon

I'll be knocking them dead
I get it popping with lead
wack tracks i be stopping them dead
no gimmick - just me - the beat, and the voice in my head
fuck it i'm just voicing my head

Life is hard and life evolve
Do or die but inbetween i might dissolve
So i keep moving
Bless tracks with the smoothness
blue duck is the movement

Never second rate, never separate
check mate the crew will devastate
and the spoken goes on but i'm done
Cibbe my bro i see you in the next one

ONE

[meanlittlechimp]

I just read this trapstar! didn't know someone starting popping off when I wasn't lookin!

Your avatar goes well with your lyrics.
I imagine an amphibious multi-limbed alien singing your words in a Stephen Hawking voice

as you beam me up into your freaky-spaceship
while you and your species, eat my toenails and brains (in that order)

[trapstar]

Gee thanks chimp. That's like the nicest thing anyone has said to me

Here's one I wrote this night:

"I got the masterplan blasting on fools
straight rhyme assassin leave the audience gasping
Amassing power from the depths of my soul
I speak the real shit and you just the clone
Hold on. I don't need the sun to shine
Clock you I aint talking about "what's the time"
I'm the truth - I'm the gospel
My words leave doctors overworked in the hospital
Lyrics be deadly yet smooth on the track
Cuz I spit with one hand cupped on my nutsack"




One for the money Two for the show
Now come on everybody light up the hydro

[Nomad]

I got that coco jones, and hip hop fiendin
gangsta style, and gangsta leanin

i realllly like that man

okay...I'll put something...but don't say I never told you it was bad ok :p

“Let me school you in the art of words,
I’m more powerful than a centaur wielding swords
I take elements and twist them with my mind
I come out with compounds combined
Like an alchemist, I’ve got the Midas touch
Even the gods and goddesses find me a bit much
I transform pieces of work into functions of aesthetic
If I keep talking, you’ll need the anesthetic
So excuse me while I skip literature class
While y’all still there, bribing to pass”