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  RAP SAMURAI
 
'BOUT TO LET LOOSE THE LEXICON

名:N01-Z
AKA:土方多熊
身長:200 cm
体重:82 kg
血液型:B
故郷:池袋・東京
現住所:bel air, ca
PCHUM:fullmetalLyricist

TRYIN TO BE SOMEONE BUT YOU NEVER LEARNED HOW

ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME BUT YOU NEEDED A TAO

THERE’S A GHOST ON YOUR SHOULDERS AND YOUR LUNGS ARE ICED OVER

AND YOU CAN STILL TASTE THE BLOOD ON YOUR LIP EVEN NOW

I KNOW WE AIN’T TIME-TRIED BUT WE CAN BE TIME-WISE

TAKE WHAT WE HAVE AND BE WHAT TIMEAUS TESTIFIED

I GET A LITTLE TONGUE-TIED BUT I DO WHAT I CAN

FOLLOW YA FEET TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO MAYBE HOLD YOUR HAND

TO STAY HUNGRY FOR THE GAME, BE THE BOY ON FIRE

TRY TO HIT THE GROUND RUNNIN WITH MY VEINS LIVEWIRE

'CAUSE YOU CAN ONLY CLIMB HIGHER WHEN YOU'RE SO FAR DOWN

AND THOUGH I MAY NEVER WEAR IT I STILL GUN FOR THE CROWN

AND BY TRANSPARENT FRACTION WILL I MOVE THIS STORY

IF BY SHEER FORCE OF ACTION BRING BACK MY CITY GLORY

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             written on an arm that had no more room for ink

ZION

rilahon:

CHAIN-CHOKED OR CHAIN SMOKIN

REVOKE MY WORDS SPOKEN

COLORED ASHEN AND OAKEN

CAST OUT TO THE VOID OPEN

OCEAN WAVES

KAMIKAZE COME CRASHIN SLOW MOTION

DASHED TO DUST ON THE ROCKS

HEARTSICK AND SOULBROKEN

I GOT TOO MUCH EMOTION

LOCKJAWED BUT NOT FROZEN

SO I KEEP SPILLIN INK TRYIN TO FOLLOW THE NOTION

BE A SKYSCRAPER SCION

WATCH THE SKY MOVE ORION

AND IF I LEARNED HOW TO FLY

COULD I MAKE IT TO ZION?

[submitted by houseriot]

Wow that cut me to the core
Right to the fuckin quick
oh wait
nope
just kidding
you’re the one who’s missing
harmless shots like battleship
Callin’ D4 
Rila deserves more
than your empty robot heart
programmed reactions
digital transactions
and that’s just the fuckin’ start
That shit’s tragic
you ain’t magic
and you sure as fuck ain’t no genius
Neither rap nor of beatdown
The last thing Rila needs is
Some trans-sentient wannabe human
Callin the shots like some Zeta toy
You just pissed
I’m here to witness
You ain’t ever been a real boy
You throw yo weight around
like you own the town
cuz weight’s all you fuckin got
when you’re gaping at the center
like an empty parking lot

OOH, YOUR BARBS ARE GETTIN LOWDOWN

THROWDOWN LIKE YA SOUNDIN JEALOUS

BUT I CAN’T HELP IT IF I ROCK IT RED HOT HUMAN OR BIONIC

HIT WITH THE FORCE OF A HIP HOP GUNDAM

KNOCK ‘EM DOWN, ROLL ‘EM AND RUN ‘EM

AND RILA THINKS YA’LL BETTER COOL IT

WITH YOUR HASBRO BOARD GAME BULLSHIT

'CAUSE WE CAME FROM THE EAST TO STEP UP ON YA

NOW I’M WEST COAST CALIFORNIA DREAMIN

REDEFINE THE MEANIN, REWRITE RULES FOR ALL Y’ALL PLAYIN

GOT YA PRAYIN CAUSE MY GAME’S FOR KEEPS

SPIN A SIXGUN WITH FIVE EMPTY CHAMBERS

LOST IN SPACE, WILL ROBINSON

WHEN I GOTCHA SAYIN “DANGER DANGER”

TRACK KILLER

FIRST DEGREE

MURDERER THEY CHARGIN ME

'CAUSE I'M TOO FAST WHEN I DROP YA SOUND

CALL IT DEAD BEFORE IT HITS THE GROUND

AND IT AIN’T UNFOUNDED, ROUND AND ROUND

SPIN YA HEAD BEFORE I TAKE YA DOWN

LIKE A WINCHESTER AT AN EXORCISM

HARD LIKE WOW, PRE-CATACLYSM

IATO DRAW LIKE LIGHTNING, BLITZ ‘EM

SPLIT THE EARTH WITH A VERBAL SCHISM

ALGORITHMIC MESMERISM

BLAST THAT ANIMAL MAGNETISM

WITH THE FORCE OF A TEN-CAR TRAIN COLLISION

AND A BRAIN THAT RUNS ON NUCLEAR FISSION

AND YOU CAN’T KEEP UP SO QUIT YOUR FRONTIN

BOY, GET GONE, YOU AIN’T GOT NOTHIN

houseriot
You say you got love, that it's real // Rilakkuma's your fuckin homie // But don't he // get mad // fuckin in his pile // with your little boytoy broney // That aint love man // that's a sin, puttin bitches ova bros // rilas wipin spunk offa they face // while yo boy curlin his fuckin toes.

OH NO NO NO NO, YOU DID NOT JUST CALL DIRK A BITCH…

AITE, PLAYTIME’S OVER HOMEBOY

'CAUSE YOU KNOW I CAN'T STAY SILENT

WHEN YOU’RE DISSIN ON MY BABES

AND I DON’T MEAN TO COME OFF VIOLENT

BUT I’LL SPIKE YA DOWN INTO THE FLOORBOARDS

'TIL YOU END UP HOME-STUCK

SLACK-JAWED WHILE YA SPITTIN

'CAUSE I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK

Y’ALL UP SPILLIN SENSELESS STATIC SO I REACT AUTOMATICALLY

DELIVER EPIC SLICK DRAMATIC SICKWICKED ASS-KICKIN

WITH MY VERBAL TICK-TICK-TICKIN

GIVE YA OPERATIC SORROW

STRAIGHT A’S ALL ACROSS THE BOARD

LIKE “BETTER LUCK TOMORROW”

'CAUSE YES I'M ASIAN, YES I'M A GENIUS

YES I KNOW YOU WISH YOU COULD BE THIS

PHYLUM MECHA, HIP HOP GENUS

SIX FOOT SIX WITH A TEN INCH—

HA

TEN INCH GASH WHERE I STOMP YOUR PRIDE

'CAUSE YOU STEP TO ME, I DON'T LET THAT SLIDE

GETCHA ASS OUTTA HERE, GO RUN AND HIDE

'FORE MY SIZE THIRTEEN'S UP YOUR BITCH BACKSIDE

Anonymous
Well till you step on up bro, I just call it like I see // and the way you dissin rilakkuma stinks like hypocracy // I know you just a robot wearing a funky fuckin hat // but what happened to respect dawg, best be downloadin the app for that.

OKAY LOOK, I DON’T MEAN TO COME OFF INCONSIDERATE

BUT BRO, ARE YOU BLIND, DUMB, OR STRAIGHT UP ILLITERATE

'CAUSE IF Y'ALL ARE TRYIN TO CALL ME ON RI'KUMA HATE

CHECK MY BLOG THEN YOUR PRIVILEGE, I GOT TIME TO WAIT

AND IF THAT LAST CRACK WAS TOO UN-PC TO LET PASS

YA’LL ARE WELCOME TO SJ CRUSADE ON MY ASS

BUT MY RHEOLOGY VERBATIM IS CRYSTAL CLEAR THING

NO APOLOGY FROM THE ADVENT FOR THE SAN-X BEAR KING

DR: ...
FL: ...?
DR: and i know it i see that you can make it through the pain
DR: get this shit off ya' back to see the rain again
DR: like that you got somethin' that'll smoulder on past
DR: something burnin' deep that can make ya' outlast
DR: whatever tears the cosmos ain't prayin' the most
DR: you ain't the kinda guy to up and wind up a ghost
DR: ...bshit i am kinda rusty.
FL: ...
FL: //sad smile
FL: just one small light at the end of a cigarette
FL: in the night i burn slowly away with each breath
FL: smoke slips past from this world and this host
FL: ab intra machina i was already a ghost

I READ IT ONCE, I HEARD IT SAID

THAT LOVE IS PATIENT, LOVE IS KIND

AND BLINDED TO THE PRIDE AND ENVY

LOVE WILL KEEP ME, LOVE IS EASY

MAN, FUCK THAT BULLSHIT, LOVE AIN’T KIND

I’LL TEAR MY GODDAMN NAILS OUT

TRYIN TO HOLD ON TO THIS, DOUBTLESS

TIL I GO OUT OF MY MIND

LISTEN

LOVE IS FUCKIN PSYCHO

MAKE A LIAR OUTTA YOU

START A FIRE AND BURN THE WORLD DOWN IF YOU ASKED ME TO

IMMOLATE ME, SUFFOCATE ME

MAKE IT WORTH THE SCARS AND HURT

TAKE ME, SHAKE ME TO THE CORE

BREAK ME DOWN THEN GIVE ME MORE

'CAUSE LOVE IS SELFISH

HELLISH NIGHTMARE

HOPE I NEVER WAKE AGAIN

CRUCIFY ME, BLEED ME DRY AND WATCH ME

SMILE SOFT, AMEN

AMEN TO THIS INSANITY

TO THIS RED RADIO SILENCE

TO ADDICTION, SLOW AND BITTER

LOVE IS SEX DRUGS GUNS AND VIOLENCE

LOVE IS LAWLESS

BACKSTAB BITCH THAT TWISTS THE KNIFE

CUT SHORT YOUR LIFE

CUT OUT YOUR HEART LIKE SOMETHING ARTFUL

LOVE IS PERFECT, LOVE IS FLAWLESS

LOVE IS NOTHIN LEFT TO LOSE

LOVE IS EVERYTHING TO GAIN

LOVE MEANS FIGHTIN TIL YOU’RE NUMB AND RAW AND FUCKED UP

LOVE IS PAIN

TRUE TO THE ART, MY HEART BURNS HOT

WITH THE HEAT OF A STREET-STYLE BEAT

A KICKSTART

DERIVE MEANIN

I KNOW I AIN’T DREAMIN NO MORE

'CAUSE THOUGH I DIED MY SOUL STILL SURVIVED

ALIVE FOR A PURPOSE, A REASON REVIVED

AND I DON’T NEED SIX WORDS, I CAN DO IT IN FIVE

HELL, I COULD PROBABLY DO IT IN NONE

LEAVE IT SILENT, UNSPOKEN

YOU ALREADY KNOW THEM

I’M BROKEN AND WEAK AND I’M COMIN UNDONE

YEAH, I’M DONE

BUT I’LL STILL FIGHT BEYOND THIS

I PROMISE

I PROMISE I’LL ALWAYS BE THERE

SWEAR TO GOD THAT I’LL SEE THIS THING THROUGH

I’LL • TAKE • CARE • OF • YOU

mirroredsparrow
Yo, Sone is it? Can you throw down some rhymes?

I CAN THROW DOWN, DROP IT, SPIT ‘EM

KICK A CLOCKWORK MECHANISM

SPEAK IN EUPHEMISM OR RAZOR STRAIGHT

CUT A BEAT LIKE OCCAM, ROCK ‘EM

ROBOT SOCK ‘EM, DELIVER THE KNOCK OUT

RUN THE CLOCK OUT ‘TIL YA QUIT

BUT THE CROWD IS GETTIN ROWDY

CAN YA’LL KINDLY BACK OFF MY DICK?

NOT YOU PERSONALLY, BUT LIKE… SERIOUSLY, EVERYONE JUST CHILL OUT A LITTLE, AITE?

[submitted by b34tb0xb00mb0t]

Rhyme without reason

No time  no season,

No tales retold just bold,

Cold, life put on hold for

The sound now

Hope you ready for a brownout

Cause I got that energy

Frenetic kinetic synergy

It’s this disturbin’ reverbin’ll leave you

Perturbed an’ unnerved as I’m

Pullin’ you under leavin’ you

wonderin’

which side’a the world you  been

reckless ejected in

Guess what? Challenge accepted.

> N01-Z: Battle mode engage.

やれやれ... The robot who says the stupid dumb things decided to challenge you after all. Normally you would welcome the opportunity for a some verbal back and forth, especially after tightening up your flow during your little rap battle date in Japan Town with Dirk this past weekend.

However, you’re not interested in building chemistry between combatants this time. Nope, fuck that. Not only did she call Rilakkuma a “stupid bear thing,” but she had the nerve to suggest that My Melody, a rabbit from the goddamn 1970s (objectively one of the lamest decades in Japanese history) and possibly the least cute Sanrio character ever, is somehow superior to your most precious friend-that-isn’t-Dirk-and-maybe-some-other-people-but-mostly-Dirk. You tried to correct her, but at some point people just need to learn things the hard way. This time, there won’t be a round two.

> Shut her down.

You warned her about bears, bro.

You told her, dog.

YO, IT MAY SOUND EGOTISTIC

AND YOU CAN ARGUE AD INFINITUM

BUT MY LOGISTICS’S TOO SICKWICKED

YA’LL CAN’T FOLLOW WHEN I’M SPITTIN ‘EM

WATCH ME DROWN OUT YOUR BROWNOUT

WITH SKILL PREVALENT AND PROVEN

SOUND OUT EVERY SYLLABLE

MY MOUTH DON’T QUIT ONCE IT STARTS MOVIN

HYPER HYDROSAT FLEXES A VOCAB LEVEL THAT VEXES

THE MOST ADVANCED SYSTEM CHECKS IS

INADEQUATE WHEN I WRECK THIS

DOES IT WAX AUDACIOUS?

SOMETIMES I LACK LOQUACIOUS-

NESS, BUT MESS WITH THE BEST THEN I STRIKE BACK VORACIOUS-

LY, VERILY, TREAD WARILY ON THE WELL-WORN WARPATH

'CAUSE WE WESTERN-WILD

WITH A QUICKDRAW STYLE

SIDE-HUNG GUN SO I SLING FROM THE HIP

HOPPIN SHOTS THAT HIT FASTER THAN 180 PROOF

LEFT-HANDED RIGHT-BRAINED AND IRON-GRIPPED

POP YA ONE IN THE HEAD, STRAIGHT DELIVERING TRUTH

THEN I BRING THE BASS BEAT

DROP IT HARDER THAN SKRILLEX

EXPEND THE LEXICON LIKE I LET LOSE A SYLLADEX

VERSEKIND, SPECIALIZED SPECIBI WITH WHICH I

EDIFY THE ENCODED

DESTROY THE OUTMODED

A RHYME REVOLUTION OF A SIX-CHAMBERED PISTOL

SHATTER YA FLOW LIKE A TIFFANY CRYSTAL

NOT RUSSIAN ROULETTE

NO, I SPIN WITH PRECISION

MY MISSION

CARRIED OUT WITHOUT FAIL OR CONDITION

NO REMISSION

SO SICK CALL IT TERMINAL CANCER

MAN, I’M VIRGO, NOT A VIRGIN

WHEN I QUESTION, BETTER ANSWER

CAN YOU STOP THIS WHEN I ROCK THIS?

HOW YOU GON TRY AND TOP THIS?

GOT A LOCK, STOCK, AND TWO SMOKING BARRELS, SO SUCK MY—

WHOOPS, DON’T MIND THAT

GOTTA BACKTRACK, REWIND THAT

HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN SPITTIN NOW?

SOMEONE OUTTA TIME THAT

'CAUSE I RUN REAL RISK OF BREAKIN ALL LIMITS

CHAOS TO YOUR GALIAN, OMNISLASH TO YOUR BRAVER

BRING YA BLADED WORDS, MASAMUNE DACTYLIC

I FACE DOWN THE ONE-WINGED ANGEL WITHOUT WAVER

FINAL BOSS BATTLE AND I AIN’T EVEN RATTLED

EYES LOCKED, HAND STEADY, SWORD DRAWN, SOUL READY

AND MY STATS ALL MAXED OUT THE BACKSIDE

JUST RELAX

MY SYNTATIC ATTACKS BRING TO LIGHT ALL YA CRACKS

EXPOSE CHINKS IN YOUR ARMOR AND RUST ON YA PLATES

AND I AIN’T TRYIN TO HATE, I’M JUST LAYIN OUT FACTS

THE ONLY MELODY THAT MATTERS IS MINE

'CAUSE I SPEAK FROM A SCRIPTURE OF GOSPEL DIVINE

AND THE LIGHT OF TRUTH SHINES LIKE THE GLEAM ON MY CROWN

RILAKKUMA’S THE SHIT SO SITCHA PUNK

ASS

DOWN

Anonymous
Your turn. List seven things you love about Dirk not including sex.

ええー tmi tuesday だろう...? okay…

HELIACAL EYES LIKE A SKYBORN THING

A HEART IN TIME MADE OF CLOCKWORK PIECES

AND THE SHIELD MAY BELY A LOVELORN PAST

BUT THE PRESS OF HIS LIPS BETRAY SHADOWS CAST

QUICKSILVER FLOW IN A LIGHTNING STEP

CIGARETTE SMOKE PASSES SOFT IN SHARED BREATH

SEEN TOO MUCH TO BE YOUNG BUT TOO YOUNG TO BE OLD

AND ALL OF THE REST WORDS CAN’T POSSIBLY HOLD

ah, is that a good enough answer…?

ironyandsteel:

So a rap’s not just about your rhymes and times

Thownin’ down phat beats, up to date with the streets

Gotta mix weak with strong

String all the words along

And come in your own light, shinin’ bright

Even under sunlight gotta glow

Gotta show what you’re made of

And though I must admit

it’s been awhile since I’ve thrown down some sick shit

So I gotta start with the elementary

Climb up slowly to the secondary

Throwin’ together the basic elements

Until I’ve ended up with a perfect fit.

As I said, outta practice.

But damn, I like your style.

…!!

IN THIS NARCISSISTIC ARTISTRY

YA ELEMENTS RING ELOQUENT

AND TIME IS KIND TO THE TRUE SOULS OF RHYME

NO NEED FOR DISSERTATION OF A CHAOS THEORY

NEOPHYTE, WORLD WEARY, OR HIP HOP ANTIQUARY

EMISSARY OF THE EAST WITH A SAMURAI SWAG

VERBALLY OVERCLOCKED

NEVER LYRICALLY LAG

'CAUSE I MIGHT LACK A HEART BUT THIS BODY HOLDS BEATS

AIN’T NO MERE METAPHOR

I SPIT LIKE A PREDATOR

YOU LIKE MY STYLE? HEH, I’M DOWN WITH YOURS TOO

BUT WHY WASTE WORDS REITERRATIN

LET’S GET DOWN TO LITERATIN

ah, that wasn’t very good… i guess i’m out of practice too… i haven’t been keeping up with my directive very well…

i’m エン・ゼロ・イチ・ゼィ、but everyone calls me “noiz”… it’s nice to meet you…

ironyandsteel:

Not as much as back in the day

I’m a bit outta practice, so what can I say?

Do ya wanna have a go

Against this old fogey-o’—-

Shit.

I got nothin’.

ah, i would very much like to battle you… it’s always exciting to find anyone who practices the art of hip hop…

PRIMARY DIRECTIVE

A VOCATION ELECTIVE

SELECT, REFLECT AND USE WORDS MOST EFFECTIVE

I THROW DOWN FOR A SHOWDOWN

AND ASTOUND IRRESPECTIVE

OF AGE, CREED, OR OTHER

SO COME AT ME, MY BROTHER

ara, but if you’re out of practice, that’s okay…

Anonymous
crackle crash crackle crunch break them in my hands, pull them free roots and branches, snapping cracking against my heart. questions are only words rearranged, inquisitions can me done without the shift of tone and phrase, love.

is this a rap battle…? ara, i haven’t battled in a while… let’s see…

FLEX YOUR FINGERS WITH YOUR MIGHT

HOLD TIGHT AND TRY TO BREAK

DON’T NEED TO FIGHT

MY CONFIDENCE WILL KEEP ME

THAT WHICH CULTIVATED CAREFULLY

MAKES ROOTS RUN DEEP BENEATH

AND HOLD A THOUSAND YEARS AGAINST

THE FORCE OF RAGE AND VIOLENCE

'CAUSE ANY FOOL CAN REARRANGE

BUT I BEND WORDS LIKE AVATAR

AND IF YOU STEP YOU BEST REGRET

ANON, YOU’RE MESSIN WITH A RAPSTAR