The Raptastic Poetry Slam Thread, Hey- Who Put that "C" Before "Raptastic?" Options

[McBadgere]

Week off, week off, how I long for this
Strange that it should be so hard to get
When all it takes are words
in the right ears

But no, blood from stone be easier
Gold from lead easier made
Than a measly five days away
from moosters of leathered potential

How can this be so hard to get
And why do I need drink?
When all I actually need is the time
And time is all people, don't waste it...

[ImperialSnob]

In a haste I did it all,

Now I got nothin' at all,

Not a cent to ma name,

What a shame,

Seemed like a good idea,

But what happened is what I fea'd....

This post has been edited by ImperialSnob: Sep 16 2013, 08:02 PM

[McBadgere]

Procrastination and deviation
writing avoidance of writing
talking of not doing
I hate it when a plan falls apart
This assuming I had a plan in the first place...

Bad writer slap wrist
Get on with your work
Yes but then again it's early
Can you be blamed?
for avoidance of writing...

Talking...And not doing...

*Fade*...

[ImperialSnob]

Well looks like I'm startin' anew,
High tops,snap back you all think you really coo',
think you original,
think you the started the gene pool,
favourites include Drake and Wayne,
really?They a pain to listen to,
nothing they say seems true,
"Started from the bottom"?
that's a lie,so rotten,
he was on De Grassi,
now raps about smoke that grass he,
sets a bad example,
when ever he out in the street people get trampled,
runnin' up for autographs,
he got alot of gaffs(houses),
others talk about flashin' gats,
stabin' rats,
most of it ain't true,
and now kids they think it's coo',
they wanna make it to,
but they ain't got nothin' new,
while they' "heroes" signed a new deal with Mnt.Dew,
money is the only reason they do what they do,
money the only thing they rap about that is true,
they do got stacks but it ain't clean,
givin' kids these false dreams,
they think weed will make them famous,
and it's all your fault you ignoramus,
you got blood on your hands,
yet your fame still stands,
worse than Ian Rotten,
got lots,deserve nothin',
cops turnin' blind eyes,
while you beat on small frys,
for lookin at you funny,
why don't you go back to your crib and count all your money,
"Started from the bottom now my whole team is f**kin' here"?,
never shared a dime or even gave them time,
talk about how your Sublime,
well love is not what I got,
give your fans somethin' back,
get off your ho's big fat rack,
try and actually write your own rap,
oh wait don't it'd probaly be crap!,
go in a club,you drink too much then you snap,
but your lawyers are paided 6 digits,
wouldn't even matter if you were a rugby player caught tossing midgits
on CCTV,you could get away with "It wasn't me",
you could even plead guilty and get away with it,
just to show much power you have even though your lyrics are [censored],
you know it's bad when dissin' you is overdone,
writin' on a forum that don't like rap,
just coz I'm bored and wanna show that,
I really hate you,
atleast Wu Tang never said they could do kung fu,
you talk about guns and weed,
even disgustingly mention your own seed,
yet you just like the rest,
only rappin' for money and breast,
while kids on corners and porches around the globe,
wanna be big just to show some chode at school or home that they can,
while others like to spam on message boards about how you deserve all of your awards,
they just apart of the hordes,
you're predictable,
we all know T-Pain will be on your chorus,
auto tuned drivvel about a party in Hondorus,
"I got enough cash to buy all of this" he would say,
while your at it you'll call another rapper you don't like gay,
like you Sugh or somethin',
then say you gonna kill him like your arms are huge or somethin',
what every real fan of hip hop and rap wants for you to shut up,
someone critizes you slightly you put your hood up,
walk away sulkin' away,
you think they cray,
your just in denial,
it so easy to just rile you up,
why should you care you got enough money to buy the World Cup,
now let's talk about that,
you play Fifa?Na man you full of crap,
that's what I sa'd when you were in that ad.

*fade*

I'm tired and bored so I did a long non thought out rap on Drake...I think.

This post has been edited by ImperialSnob: Sep 22 2013, 07:48 PM

[King Of Beasts]

-applauds-

That must've taken forever to type out, lol





This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Sep 21 2013, 11:02 PM

[ImperialSnob]

-applauds-

That must've taken forever to type out, lol

Half an hour or so,probaly more....I don't even know why I seemed so angry.

Being listening to too much Hospin...wait theres never too much Hospin!

[mirocu]

I recently learned about Niamh, and I´d like to dedicate this poem to her.


Ode to Niamh

When everything is said and done,
in Niamh´s world; not all is fun.

A troubled mind, no freedom found,
her hands and feet were tightly bound.

The Great Escape; she took the bait,
and made her way towards her fate.

[Colonel Mustard]

Because I've been playing far too much Saints Row IV:

Ode to the Dubstep Gun

Wubwubwubwubwubwub boom
Technicolour alien doom

Pulsing rhythm, explosive beats
Taking down the digital streets
Fighting back against the Xin regime
With the lethal wub machine

Wubwubwubwubwubwub boom
Bringing an end to Xinyub soon

Blasting out the dance of death
Ten thousand decibels take your breath
Just a moment for it to charge
Then unleash the dubstep dirge

Wubwubwubwubwubwub stop
Now it's time for the...

DROP!!!

Bwaaaa
Widdawidda wubwub wooop!
Bwaaaa zibbedibbe bwaaabwaabwaaaa
(synthesisersynthesisers)

Wubwubwubwubwubwub boom
Dubstep gun is wubbing a tune

This post has been edited by Colonel Mustard: Sep 24 2013, 01:22 PM

[Burnt Sierra]

Wubwubwubwubwubwub stop
Now it's time for the...

DROP!!!

Bwaaaa
Widdawidda wubwub wooop!
Bwaaaa zibbedibbe bwaaabwaabwaaaa
(synthesisersynthesisers)

Love it! Oh, I actually started coughing with laughter! Bad Colonel, bad...

[Colonel Mustard]

I'm sorry Sierra. Never again shall I commit the evil deed of combining poetry with dubstep.

[Callidus Thorn]

This a private party? Or can anyone join in?

A stranger walks into the thread, and shakes his head in dismay,
shocked by that which lies ahead, at the madness on display,
he thinks the wisest course is now, to retreat in double time,
only to find, with furrowed brow, that he thought all this in rhyme

[Kiln]

This a private party? Or can anyone join in?

A stranger walks into the thread, and shakes his head in dismay,
shocked by that which lies ahead, at the madness on display,
he thinks the wisest course is now, to retreat in double time,
only to find, with furrowed brow, that he thought all this in rhyme

Anyone is welcome to participate. Welcome to the forums by the way.

[ImperialSnob]

My ryhmes are dessin*,
I'm a blessin' to the rap game,
Everything was the same till I came,
Got No gimmicks,
Got Plenty of mimics.

*French for Art

[Callidus Thorn]

A man of stone, he keeps inside,
All the things he seeks to hide,
But underneath the stony skin,
Stone without as stone within,
Stone within as stone without,
There's naught inside, he's hollowed out.

The heart still beats, the blood still flows,
Is he alive? Nobody knows,
Cold inside, beset by drought,
What once he was, he once tore out,
Or sealed off behind the stone,
Now little more than flesh and bone.

A stony mask, to keep away,
The questions that would come his way,
A weighty mask, that wears him out,
No breath to scream, no heart to shout,
Trapped beneath the stone he wrought,
Perhaps he gets just what he ought.


Sorry it's a little grim, just having one of those moods.

This post has been edited by Callidus Thorn: Oct 29 2013, 10:46 AM

[mirocu]

A good one, Callidus. Yes it´s grim, but isn´t that what defines a real poet?

[Kiln]

Seyda Neen, oh Seyda Neen
Your swamp like presence is quite unclean
A bog that's filled with rotting trees
And villagers that are seldom pleased
A single shop with shacks around
It is often loosely called a town
A murky haze hangs in the air
Whose pungent stench is hard to bear
Still though I find majesty
In the exquisite view of the open sea
The lighthouse with its torch aglow
Brings ships to rest and then to go
Unfortunate that your fate was sealed
When the mountain erupted with such zeal
Buried now beneath the ash
Your transient beauty lies in the past

[mirocu]

Great work, Kiln!

Does this mean Seyda Neen is gone?

[Kiln]

Great work, Kiln!

Does this mean Seyda Neen is gone?

Well according to the lore (assuming my memory is correct) the majority of Morrowind, especially the Southern coast, is either covered in ash or destroyed as a direct result of the Ministry of Truth crashing into Vvardenfell.

That would mean that Vvardenfell has been more or less rendered uninhabitable.

[mirocu]

Well according to the lore (assuming my memory is correct) the majority of Morrowind, especially the Southern coast, is either covered in ash or destroyed as a direct result of the Ministry of Truth crashing into Vvardenfell.

That would mean that Vvardenfell has been more or less rendered uninhabitable.

Of this I don´t care,
cause at Solstheim I have my lair.
No volcanoes are here,
so we don´t live in fear.

But we should tread with care,
cause we do have wolves of were.
But at Thirsk we may feed.
And of course, drink some mead!

[Callidus Thorn]

One I wrote ages ago over at Bethsoft, figured I'd throw it up here.

A land where sane and lunatic are very much the same,
A clarion call to heroes, adventure! fortune! fame!
A realm to be defended, and mighty foes be slain!
All of this and more awaits, on Sheogorath's plane.

A realm of dark seductresses, and veritable saints,
Beyond the bounds of sanity, and free of it's restraints,
A new land for exploring, insane but with a twist,
Where Mania and Dementia, in equal parts exist.

Mortals shall be summoned, a champion must rise,
Protect the Madgod's realm from the foe we most despise,
If mortal realm now bores you, your enemies grown tame,
Accept the Madgod's blessings, COME AND JOIN THE GAME!!!