Yea man, Bored's second competition ever(!) is to write a rap.
Genuine enthusiasm has been made for this new idea, and even before launch, there are two potential entrants! yeah! two!
It doesn't matter how long it is, one verse, a damn essay, just as long as it can be fitted into the comment box.
Actually, If there are any longer ones, you can message them to me over MySpace or summink, and I'll post them up.
It should give you a starting point.
Plus it's really cold at the moment and the word itself is making me feel warmer.
Leave your name, and I'll get back to the winner with a proper prize.
The best rap wins.
GOOD LUCK BLUD HOMIES
Oh and nothing like this please.
Click "comments" below to enter.
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20 comments:
yo, this is my first one. just a taster, but its no waster. my shit is fresh, you know not to lie. dont mess with this beat, coz u know im fly. here we go. called the 275.
busting it home on the 275
keeping it real, keeping it live
gypsies going home to their dive
back to their sister who's also their wife
me poppin pringles, onion and chives
picking up bees on the way to my hive
oi dickhead, put away that knife
your in a place where guncrimes rife
so fear for your life
when bussing home on the 275.
haha really?
that is too funny for words.
I am so writing a rap, but only after I spend half an hour reading Westwood's wikipedia entry.
jack didnt write the word radiator he loses :)
being a chingfordian, i do not get to see the ghetto events that happen on the 275. but still funny as hell :D
props.
oh and im lazy. i cant write poetry.
bruuuuuuuuuuup blud !
come 2 da traf, sight out da lion
fink hes a dog, cos ur high flyin'
pull out ur weapon, ur gun, ur brownin'
start poppin pidgeons see em all dyin'
the pigs show up 2 kill da mood
cap one in the knees, dont get rude!
pop the 2nd knock him dead make the tourists dash
hold on, fix up, here comes some gashhhhhh
waste cadetttttttttttttttt
(brownin is a gun, google that shit)
Its the woodford elite with their manz on their feet.we'll bang you all from far and wide we'll want to make you hide. So if you come down down to woodford or as its known hoodford dont get in a fight or youll end up eating shite!!
this is sam, aka skram
blup. yeah. pow. bop bop bop. (lethal bizzle done that on Transmission yesterday, what a mug)
Anyway, after the interuption, listen to this, it's under construction,
I find, I write, I blog about,
the crap that no cat dares doubt
I have the authority, They call me skram,
cause that's what you do, when you know i'm coming, man.
I'm hot like a radiator,
Tough like a steak,
If my weapon hits your arm,
you bet it will break. [by that I mean your arm]
I'm rolling in dough, not the bakery type,
The 10p's stack, Im collecting em, -ype
My weekdays are long so my weekends consist,
wait blud, you wana hear a list?
I sleep in late, I eat my crunchy nut,
I'm too cool for homework, so the books get shut,
I can never find socks, so my feet get cold,
Listen to some beats, look this is in bold
I'm tired now, so I'm gettin off this bus,
My metaphors are nang, I can't stop the cuss.
See you later. dot dot dot,
gone for the night, from the scene though, I'm not.
F*** You idiots!
I seemed to have got a bit carried away.
waste man.
I know I can't win this, I just wanted to write a rap.
x
I decided to write a rap as evryone was doing so. I was bored doing phyics homework so I thought I might aswell give it a go eh?
Call me a nutter
I wouldn't give a stutter
I don't have many friends
Not many in my endz
I get the 167
No place near heaven
Polititions not for the people only for themsleves
Not caring bout the brother, living in these hells
They should be talking bout the third world deficits
Not having lunch dinner with friends at the Ritz
Divided by religion, thats not how it should be
All I won't is to live in a stable society
I mean what's it come to me spitting raps
They don't listen to us, don't give give crap
This boy's from the east
So lets just say peace
Don't give it too much stick - its my first ever attempt!
Reaction?
damn guy, that's deep. Politically deep.
you should run for MP or something, cause you would fight for our rights.
England needs you!
Haha, cheers Sam. I just read mine again and it sounds well whack. So ive done another! Seriously, im feeling this one. Its much better
Im a hustler, but I try to stay ligit
All these other rappers just aint got shit
On me, cos im a G, are you feeling me?
Its the good life, like Kanye said
Atleast im not a failure like that guy K-Fed
Im a local celebrity around my endz
All these other wannabees just rolling on tens
When I get it poppin there just aint not stoppin'
Can T-Pain pour, pour me a drank
So from the girl I like, I can get the wink
Im so sorry girl if I made that mistake
But I love you like a fat kid loves Cake
this is sno, busting out this new beat, kneel down, bow down, kiss my feet. this is so good. =]
i look down this page and all i can see
is other brothers, who just wana be me
but you cant spit beats if youve never felt pain
been locked out, spat into the rain
the last 6 months, ive spent in my head
sorting out shit, so much shit has been said
but that shit dont matter, its who i am
and what i mean to the friends and the fam
who know me, know what i can do
but i aint your mate, i aint gotta show you
im not one of those boys, who takes out their fone
talking to no-one but blasting out tones
rapped by some kid, you know owns a gun
whos way to gangster to ever have fun
im not that boy, all that i need
is the pen to write and the brains to feed
so if you ever got something to say
never hide it, dont shy away
i did for too long, much too long
but now i know that my life is my song
so il compose it.
a song bout a radiator, so here we go
kinda ironic it coming from sno
but im a mean guy and my beats are cold
so step up and spit tracks, before you get sold
i know im your envy, im an MVP
dont jump the queue, get behind me
back on the street, where you belong
til you find a tune, to rival my song
Let's start simple ok Ill spit it about hmmm a "full stop".
It's black and small-how ironic,
before you even start its at the end like sonic.
Just laying, no it does not move,
read a sentance and there is ya proof.
Commas and hyfens dont stand a chance, them you only give a glance.
But wait there anotha componant, this ones got more than a moment. Its not just on the spot, I like to call it the dot dot dot....
so pause...I have take a breath cause these dots are going to ma head.
Let me shout like dog I bark, even louder than an explanation mark!
"Im talking to you now, the speech marks show you how".
Puctuation is pimpin the literate peeps, so read - stay of the streets.
I am not finished this aint all I got but Ill end it with a FULL STOP.
haha jack should win.
but guys are pretty gd
this ones from year 10. yes i still remember it. booh yah!
yo, my name's freddie, i'm wit the ethnic 3
Jus' coz im so sexy, dont mean you undress me
An if you wanna see how angry I can be
Come on and challenge me, I'll take you down you'll see
Im from Chingford, It's the ghetto
I break the rule book letter by letter
E4 bang bang Fiona's my homie
Think you're better than me? Then show me, show me.
yah know me, i'm sno
im a soldier oin the endz
i dont fight with the fists, i fight with the penz
so grind to the beat, and feel my word
the best shot you got is second or third
coz i just keep coming up with this shit
some crazy ass lines you gotta admit
but il keep going, coz i gotta win
so take your shit, put in back in the bin
coz until you write, like your a poet
your just fooling yourself. me and you know it
but i write poems as well as spit beats
so writing these raps aint no mean feat
just shotting a warning, at mr G
think your shit can roll with me
coz the higher you aim, the harder you fall
so aim a bit lower, coz my standard is tall
as we talk of a rival, your the closest il get
but even then, you aint no real threat
coz if you wana come down
this is my endz, this is my town
you dont mess with me, you mess with my crew
and maybe il teach wel teach you a thing or two.
The last one people. Its all or nothing!
Look im a lyrical master boy Snow sees me,
He'll run much faster
I try to spit about global issues and shit today
all these other rappers just spitting shit for pay.
Were fighting for the people like Fidel did
wheres Snow, oh shit, hes gone and hid
Cos that boy's a kid he can't compete with me,
your boy Stroulge is one proper G
Now kid Snow's been all merked up
we can get straight back to my proper stuff
Yo yo I said we're fighting for freedom
writing lyrics for no one to read 'em,
whose voice is heard and respected,
who can put it all in perspective.
In these Ghettos there's so much pain
the only way out, is to shift cocaine
Then you get all these big fly playas
Head to toe in D&G layers
They robb from the poor like back in '94
Corr, What the fuck?
Ghetto Brothers just tryin' to make a buck
They're the reason I exist, the reason I insist
Holla to Sam the man, I must win competition
Cos if not, i'll start up a bare petition
To take back what is mine,
for this sick mad lyrical rhyme
shout to my wasteman G
this is your boi sno
im laying on lines, this beat and my rhyme
how'm i hiding, im sitting here
reading your rap, down my face runs a tear
how heart felt and nice your beats and your jamz
coz i am the shepard and yous are my lambs
and G calm down with your stories and preach
sit back, cool it, let teacher teach
because in life shit happens, deal with it
dont mean you gotta run from ligit
and fuck up the lives of others around
smoke weed, do crack, running into the ground
coz then in life, your going nowhere
and noone else will ever care
so stay in school, dont do the drugs
be nice be cool, dont ride with the thugs
becasue thats all the advice you need
so take it hold it, plant the seed
and maybe then, one day, you will grow
and achieve levels of greaness, like your boy
SNO!
Yo every1! Sno's shit is whack! hahah - jkes Jack. Its been a good battle my friend
Respect
But fingers crossed for me, mr G!
stop being nice! we want blood!
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not long now.........
hear it now,
know me im crankin levels, raise the bar, gettin medals.
cant touch dis, dis aint no fooling, i spit lyrics while you is droolin.
dont piss around im home grown, fresh from the earth, yet unknown.
but not for long as time prolongs.
tick!tock!this aint no clock, you know ur heart is racing, and exactly who your facing.
I came in at last chance, like cancer killed you off trigger pull on first glance.
take it off! when i say break it off, the mask you wear when you say its fair to tell me how can i even be real, do i wear away like cooper? - na boi this is steel.
disregard the man who said sno aint real!
standard tense is bent, cotch in the streets or under a tent.
you gypsie, i sold you beer, so then you got typsy, i stole you i.d and now im here....take 3 more sips i aint no eclipse, im here so look at me, yeah stare you bitches...you f-in gnats gave me itches...im outtie
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