Apr 07, 2011 01:59
[Tavros cracks his knuckles and neck as he sits in the confines of his established respitblock, and readies himself, for, the, beat down.]
yO rUBY cITY i WAS JUST SITTING AROUND,
iN THIS PLACE, wELL, THIS CITY,
i REALZIED ALL THIS NOTHIN' WAS GETTING ME DOWN,
sO i FELT LIKE IT WAS HIGH TIME, fOR WORDS TO BE FLYIN',
aND FUCKING SWEET RHYMES TO BE DOING THINGS,
lIKE JUMPN' AND JIVIN',
sO GET READY FOR THIS, mY FRIENDS AND ENEMIES,
(oR ANYONE, uHHH, lIKE PEOPLE i HAVEN'T MET YET TOO)
(bECAUSE IT'D BE COOL IF, a LOT OF PEOPLE, pARTOOK, oF UHH, tHESE SWEET rHYMES,,,)
(uHHH, aNYWAYS, i'M GETTING OFF THE tRACK, OR, rAP, THAT IS, hEH)
i AIN'T HERE TO BE MESSING, bECAUSE THESE BEATS ARE MY DISEASE,
(cAUSE MY LAST WORD WAS, eNEMIES, AFTER i EXPLAINED SOME STUFF,,, yEAH)
aND FROM THAT YO, tHIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS,
i'M GONNA THROW DOWN AND YOU CAN TAKE PART IN THIS BLISS,
sO WHAT NOW MY HOME GRUBS?
mY GOOD BUDS?
mY LADIES AND STUDS?
yOU BETTER THROW DOWN SOME FIRES, aND GET WITH THESE RHYMES,
oR ELSE YOU'LL BE GETTING ALL LOST AND STUFF IN THE TIMES,
sO COME ON PEOPLE,
lET'S START THIS,
lET'S GET THESE IRONS IN THE COALS,
tHE POWER OF OUR FIRES WILL BE STOPPING ALL SOULS.
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c: gamzee makara,
c: unit 202,
c: Elizabeθ Buckley,
tavros nitram,
c: equius zahhak,
c: lukas