Lets start a enormous freestyle rap basically like the Three Word game except it has to rhyme! (which is what rapping is) Ill start: Now this is a story all about how.....
.... this is not part of the rap.... this rap sounds more like a than a rap. here's a rap. My **** causes earthquakes yo' **** looks like a cupcake My **** dunked on lebron james yo' **** hid in shame ...... etc. that's a rap. obvs inspired by another... raps very rarely tell stories. and if they do, it's in a different way. clearly, our rap should talk about how great we all are. /end
Yo NinJack's my name I play iOS games I chill on a dope site called TouchArcade I'm a hardcore gamer even though my iPod's only got 8gigs but that's ok I'll upgrade to a 5th gen and be with the bigwigs lol
Agreed! We should have rap tournaments and such were we have voters pick whose rap is the best lol What do ya think?
and i lick rhinos. bitch better run for i pull out mah 9 tho. see this shiny gun and these cold ass bullets a few holes in his head, cuz thats what a rat gets. he acted like he's da shit and all now he's lying dead in his apartment hall. now this is the story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down. And I liked to take a minute just sit right there And tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days Chillin out, maxin, relaxing all cool, And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" I Begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it First class yo this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champaine glass Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm this might be allright But wait I hear prissy, bourgeois and all that Is this the type of place they should send this cool cat I don't think so, I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well ah the plain landed and when I came out There was a dude that looked like a cop standing there with my name out I aint trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning dissapeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab was rare But I thought naw forget it yo homes to Bel-Air I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes smell ya later" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
