Bust A Rhyme!

[Dust and Memories 557]

You got some buckin nerve to come at me

Spittin the lamest puns I've heard in history

You have strong words for a weak delivery

You're no real brony, you're just a Flutter-lovin furry!

There's one end to my rap enemies:

I'll slay them down till they become a memory

But you'll be a special case, prepare to be forgotten

My flow so fresh, while your words are quite rotten

It's amusing that you'll be losing

boy you cruising for a bruising

I suggest you reword your lines

Because your shit is quite confusing

It's better to face your defeat; it's overdue

Even your best pony, Fluttershy, can spit better than you!

 

I'll admit Flutters is a cutsie lil filly

Almost like your rhymes, but a lil more silly

Your game is so boring, bout to put me in a coma

By the time I'm done, you'll be yelling "SWEET CELESTIA!"

I garauntee I'll get the best of ya

while you bring only the worst out in me

My rhymes go crazy, it'll be your fatality!

Time to buck up and face reality:

You made ea mistake the moment you quoted me!

Dog out sunset all you want, I really don't care

Takes more than that to degrade best bacon-haired mare!

You think I'm scared? Naw...I'm more shocked at your attempt

Your pony Fluttershy even thinks your rhymes a wimp

You can call me a pimp, ya bout to be pimp-slapped

by my lyrical storm, or should I say hoof-whacked?

I guess it's true, you're the #1 brony:

Because the only thing you talk is cheap smack!

 

The only thing I'll give up is some useful advice

If you gonna outrap me, you better think twice

How many lyrics it takes to beat you? My first verse should suffice!

I can beat ya with ease, it takes little to nothing!

If you're gonna come at me, you better come with something!

Because all you brought was disgrace to the rapping game

I feel sorry you were the one to rap in Fluttershy's name

All you brought her was shame, I brought Sunset more fame!

Doesn't take a "Twilight" to know that your lyrics are lame

Ugh, I've had enough with wasting my lyrical talent

You bronies let me know when you find me a real challenge.

 

Your insults are hypocritical

You focus on your waifu Sunset too much - just a little

Bacon Mane wasn't good until Rainbow Rocks

Until then, every brony wanted to ship her off in a coffin box

Because, honestly, what's so appealing about an archetype?

I never understood the hype

And now with you here, I understand even less -

Using you as an example, "Best Pony"'s fans must be a mess.

 

Besides, what are you even trying?

All I hear is whining

That'll be sobbing by the time I'm done

I'll burn you like rocket ignition - T-minus three, two, one

I couldn't find a decent rap in your lines

This battle'll surely be mine

I'm committing verbal murder; veritable crimes

Now, for my next few rhymes.

 

So, let's move on to your illiteracy

What is this? Soon, you'll be history

Like all the others who dared to rap against me

And didn't even proofread their bars - really?

This is like Charles's Law, temperature and volume - yes, this can be edifying

Perhaps not; you've filled your battling with hot air, so you should be flying

Although you definitely aren't fly, and your raps sure aren't hot

Allow me to revise my hypothesis - perhaps I should just say your rhymes are worth naught.

 

I don't call myself a brony; why would I?

I term myself a "fan of the show" because - call me M.A. Larson - tonight, a fandom's gonna die

I'll not turn this into an argument about Best Pony; such a thing distracts from the purpose of rapping

This isn't hard at all; heck, it's almost as boring as chromosome mapping

Here, let me give you something to bow down to

I have a whole list of books on how to construe

A rhetorical argument

Clever thought is a requirement!

 

Two-time state debate champion

From Parliamentary to simply being contrarian

You'd probably prefer to rap against a mind your own size

At least, that's what your vacant expression implies

Here, I brought a chair

Go ahead and battle against this; get outta my hair

You better duck and cover, as I've brought pandemonium

I hope you've learned your lesson; don't bring those weak raps to a lyrical symposium.

 

It's evident

A mercy killing would be benevolent

You'll never be my kind of mental brethren

So prepare for a nuclear armageddon

I spit raps so hard, I shoot down all your jet bombers

Like a battalion of antiaircraft gunners

Let me end on this note; I'm a scientist nonpareil, and a maestro of rhyme

So, frankly, you can kiss my posterior region; but you'll have to wait in line.

Edited December 4, 2015 by Orion Caelum

[Silver Stream. 708]

Your insults are hypocritical

You focus on your waifu Sunset too much - just a little

Bacon Mane wasn't good until Rainbow Rocks

Until then, every brony wanted to ship her off in a coffin box

Because, honestly, what's so appealing about an archetype?

I never understood the hype

And now with you here, I understand even less -

Using you as an example, "Best Pony"'s fans must be a mess.

 

Besides, what are you even trying?

All I hear is whining

That'll be sobbing by the time I'm done

I'll burn you like rocket ignition - T-minus three, two, one

I couldn't find a decent rap in your lines

This battle'll surely be mine

I'm committing verbal murder; veritable crimes

Now, for my next few rhymes.

 

So, let's move on to your illiteracy

What is this? Soon, you'll be history

Like all the others who dared to rap against me

And didn't even proofread their bars - really?

This is like Charles's Law, temperature and volume - yes, this can be edifying

Perhaps not; you've filled your battling with hot air, so you should be flying

Although you definitely aren't fly, and your raps sure aren't hot

Allow me to revise my hypothesis - perhaps I should just say your rhymes are worth naught.

 

I don't call myself a brony; why would I?

I term myself a "fan of the show" because - call me M.A. Larson - tonight, a fandom's gonna die

I'll not turn this into an argument about Best Pony; such a thing distracts from the purpose of rapping

This isn't hard at all; heck, it's almost as boring as chromosome mapping

Here, let me give you something to bow down to

I have a whole list of books on how to construe

A rhetorical argument

Clever thought is a requirement!

 

Two-time state debate champion

From Parliamentary to simply being contrarian

You'd probably prefer to rap against a mind your own size

At least, that's what your vacant expression implies

Here, I brought a chair

Go ahead and battle against this; get outta my hair

You better duck and cover, as I've brought pandemonium

I hope you've learned your lesson; don't bring those weak raps to a lyrical symposium.

 

It's evident

A mercy killing would be benevolent

You'll never be my kind of mental brethren

So prepare for a nuclear armageddon

I spit raps so hard, I shoot down all your jet bombers

Like a battalion of antiaircraft gunners

Let me end on this note; I'm a scientist nonpareil, and a maestro of rhyme

So, frankly, you can kiss my posterior region; but you'll have to wait in line.

I'll admit, I'm impressed how well you rap like an encyclopedia

But it still looks like you stole most of your info from Wikipedia

 

All you wanna do is talk down on a person's imperfections

Well allow me to beat you at your supposed profession!

Class is in session, time to learn a good lesson

Never step to me with disrespect when you're a fad-loving freshman

 

But your insults are stale, you make my typos less bad

You couldn't spit a better verse even if you read them off a note pad

 

I'm rapping to have fun cause it's a passion for me

You're just another egg-head showing off your vocabulary

 

But I ain't mad, it's expected to wanna seem the brightest in the herd

You came in talking smack like "OH LOOK AT THESE BIG WORDS I'VE LEARNED"

 

Well I've heard enough with your incompetent rhymes

I'll break you down like one of your enzymes

 

Quit stroking your ego, it's so big that it's oozing out of your cranium

I would say you're full of crap, but instead you're full of helium

 

Call me titanium, my words are the strongest of steel

But they can still take off while you're grounded in the fields

 

You're better off grazing for a better verse to use

You're asking for a beat-down, who am I to refuse?

Prepare to lose! I'm the type that could blow your fuse

You thought you had me, but I'm ahead of your moves

 

Charles's law? How bout Newtons; I'll explain how it happens:

Push me, I push back harder; with every action there's a reaction

I'm a lyrical assassin, yo I rap with a passion

I bring satisfaction while your words are slacking

 

My words are golden, baby I got the Midas touch

I just destroyed you in a battle...and I didn't even have to say much.

 

 

 

 

(Sorry this was shorter than my previous stuff. 4am and my brain is dead)

Edited December 4, 2015 by Silver Stream.

[Vulcan 3,254]

IT'S TIME FOR A COMEBACK!

Vulcan , Is in the house!!!

 

yOU think that ya'll 

can challenge me?!

this ain't epic rap battles of history!

that flow, that skill, that "Busta A Rhyme",

can't touch this beat...

Hammer time!

 

I like dank memes,

am I crazy? a bit

You've got a problem with that? well..

(•_•) / ( •_•)>⌐■-■ / (⌐■_■)

Deal with it...

 

Is this the Krusty krab?

No!...This is Vulc!

You may have fast rhymes

But I....have the hulk!

 

I can haz all the flow!

I could do this for hours but I gotta go,

Now Sit down lay back , 

Imma teach you one last lesson

Don't mess with Mr. V

end session.

 

*Drops mic*

*scurries away*

[Dust and Memories 557]

I'll admit, I'm impressed how well you rap like an encyclopedia

But it still looks like you stole most of your info from Wikipedia

 

All you wanna do is talk down on a person's imperfections

Well allow me to beat you at your supposed profession!

Class is in session, time to learn a good lesson

Never step to me with disrespect when you're a fad-loving freshman

 

But your insults are stale, you make my typos less bad

You couldn't spit a better verse even if you read them off a note pad

 

I'm rapping to have fun cause it's a passion for me

You're just another egg-head showing off your vocabulary

 

But I ain't mad, it's expected to wanna seem the brightest in the herd

You came in talking smack like "OH LOOK AT THESE BIG WORDS I'VE LEARNED"

 

Well I've heard enough with your incompetent rhymes

I'll break you down like one of your enzymes

 

Quit stroking your ego, it's so big that it's oozing out of your cranium

I would say you're full of crap, but instead you're full of helium

 

Call me titanium, my words are the strongest of steel

But they can still take off while you're grounded in the fields

 

You're better off grazing for a better verse to use

You're asking for a beat-down, who am I to refuse?

Prepare to lose! I'm the type that could blow your fuse

You thought you had me, but I'm ahead of your moves

 

Charles's law? How bout Newtons; I'll explain how it happens:

Push me, I push back harder; with every action there's a reaction

I'm a lyrical assassin, yo I rap with a passion

I bring satisfaction while your words are slacking

 

My words are golden, baby I got the Midas touch

I just destroyed you in a battle...and I didn't even have to say much.

 

 

 

 

(Sorry this was shorter than my previous stuff. 4am and my brain is dead)

(Don't worry, it's fine.)

 

What? Give me a Tylenol

Stop rhyming, y'all

Silver, you got no style, dog

I'm the king of dialogue

There's only one thread I know you from

And I've seen sicker raps when I coughed on one

You tried to battle MC Caelum but couldn't do that

I laid you out like a sucker punch on the mat

And now you're getting back up, on the ninth count

Trying to scale an impossible mount

I'll toss your hopes in the air - Yahtzee

Like a boot grinding on a face for eternity

 

Let me paint you a picture, hon

Portrait of a sore loser after verse one

You were stirring up some raps for a bunch of people

Tasted awful, like your lyrics had weevils

You penned a few lines; got the bronies fired up

You did a whole verse; got them fired up

When you tried and get me riled up

You might as well have put a gun in your mouth and fired up

You dumb little shit, didn't anyone let you know?

When you try to battle me, bring a fire extinguisher, yo

While you're rhyming and pretending to be ballsy

I got 501 brohoofs; they testify for me

My characters all ride for me

Yo homeboy, finish this rhyme for me

 

[Constellation "Constell" Sky]

If you mess with my creator, you're messing with me

I'll beat you as black as my morning coffee

I have a professorship and two suns of military rank

Your raps are a whole different kind of rank

You cross that portal, you'll head straight into a massacre

And get bucked by more than just Sunset Shimmer in Equestria!

 

Now, to finish up - I'm iller than the plague

 

[Orion Caelum]

I'm chiller than a deep freezer

 

[Constell + Orion, simultaneously]

And we've conquered you like Julius Caesar!

Edited December 5, 2015 by Orion Caelum

[DwhitetheGamer 867]

^ Wow, bringing in your OC into the mix, huh?

 

Copper: Alright, I'll bite.

 

Seems every station on the TV
Is selling something no one can be.
If every page was torn from the magazine,
Would cash still drive the media machine?
The products, damage and pursuit are endless
Identity can leave you selfless.

We will not witness this anymore!
This is the end for you my friend.
I can't forgive, I won't forget.
On and on, we sing our songs and
On and on, the wars wage on and
On and on, we sing our songs for more.

For more.

Your eyes are open, but you can't see.
Your mouth is moving but you don't speak.
A blitzkrieg of images to break your will
I hope you choke on every pill

We will not witness this anymore!
This is the end for you my friend.
I can't forgive, I won't forget.
On and on, we sing our songs and
On and on, the wars wage on and
On and on, we sing our songs for more

 

(Whoa-oh x15)

 

Yeah, yeah!

We will not witness this anymore.
This is the end for you my friend.
I can't forgive, I won't forget...

This is the end for you my friend.
I can't forgive, I won't forget!
On and on, we sing our songs and
On and on, the wars wage on and
On and on, we sing our songs and
On and on, the wars wage on and
On and on, we sing our songs and
On and on, your wars wage on and
On and on, we sing our songs for more!
We sing our songs for more!

Edited December 5, 2015 by DwhitetheGamer

[Silver Stream. 708]

(Don't worry, it's fine.)

 

What? Give me a Tylenol

Stop rhyming, y'all

Silver, you got no style, dog

I'm the king of dialogue

There's only one thread I know you from

And I've seen sicker raps when I coughed on one

You tried to battle MC Caelum but couldn't do that

I laid you out like a sucker punch on the mat

And now you're getting back up, on the ninth count

Trying to scale an impossible mount

I'll toss your hopes in the air - Yahtzee

Like a boot grinding on a face for eternity

 

Let me paint you a picture, hon

Portrait of a sore loser after verse one

You were stirring up some raps for a bunch of people

Tasted awful, like your lyrics had weevils

You penned a few lines; got the bronies fired up

You did a whole verse; got them fired up

When you tried and get me riled up

You might as well have put a gun in your mouth and fired up

You dumb little shit, didn't anyone let you know?

When you try to battle me, bring a fire extinguisher, yo

While you're rhyming and pretending to be ballsy

I got 501 brohoofs; they testify for me

My characters all ride for me

Yo homeboy, finish this rhyme for me

 

[Constellation "Constell" Sky]

If you mess with my creator, you're messing with me

I'll beat you as black as my morning coffee

I have a professorship and two suns of military rank

Your raps are a whole different kind of rank

You cross that portal, you'll head straight into a massacre

And get bucked by more than just Sunset Shimmer in Equestria!

 

Now, to finish up - I'm iller than the plague

 

[Orion Caelum]

I'm chiller than a deep freezer

 

[Constell + Orion, simultaneously]

And we've conquered you like Julius Caesar!

 

Oh I'm a dumb little shit? That's quite the bite

Only a punk will throw such insults in a rap fight

I rhyme to excite while you brag about brohoofs

I have real friends to back me up so you depend on that spoof

Ya goof! My rap skills about to raise your roof

Its time this girl go hard and expose you the truth

 

Truth is I don't need likes to speak for me

I capable of speaking on my own life story

But why would you care, you're all about puns?

What kind a person suggest suicide by the head of a gun?

You better run, cause there's a chance I'll ruin your bliss

You're dismissed. My words strike harder than a fist

Are you pissed? I can tell you got something to prove

But I don't have to prove anything to show I got the true moves

Yo dude, I think you fail to realize the deal 

The fake vibe you give off is easy to feel 

Perhaps it's you need to pop a chill pill 

And maybe then your rhymes will have better appeal 

Yo shit just got real 

 

And since twice you wanna diss Sunset Shimmer?

I think it's best if I paint a better picture

Yeah she sucked in the very first movie 

But she proves that "Yo there's something more to me"

She was hit real hard and then got back up 

She climbed to be top dog, you're just a pup 

Excuse me if this seems to be abrupt: 

But there's a few more things I have to discuss 

Like how beating you feels more like deja vu

And how the hell your OC's seem more real than you?

Plus you claim you're the king of dialogue? 

Nah...you're more like a villain with a crappy monologue 

 

So there you go, your efforts are more like practice 

To defeat a better rapper who brings better tactics 

I would commend you on your "top dog" status 

But you'll end up forgotten the moment you go hiatus 

As for me? I'll remain the better gal who brought better hype

I'm a prodigy bro, you're a rapping prototype

There's no need to talk further, you've just been served

I've put you in your place, you're at the back of the herd.  

Edited December 5, 2015 by Silver Stream.

[DwhitetheGamer 867]

Oh I'm a dumb little shit? That's quite the bite

Only a punk will throw such insults in a rap fight

I rhyme to excite while you brag about brohoofs

I have real friends to back me up so you depend on that spoof

Ya goof! My rap skills about to raise your roof

Its time this girl go hard and expose you the truth

 

Truth is I don't need likes to speak for me

I capable of speaking on my own life story

But why would you care, you're all about puns?

What kind a person suggest suicide by the head of a gun?

You better run, cause there's a chance I'll ruin your bliss

You're dismissed. My words strike harder than a fist

Are you pissed? I can tell you got something to prove

But I don't have to prove anything to show I got the true moves

Yo dude, I think you fail to realize the deal 

The fake vibe you give off is easy to feel 

Perhaps it's you need to pop a chill pill 

And maybe then your rhymes will have better appeal 

Yo shit just got real 

 

And since twice you wanna diss Sunset Shimmer?

I think it's best if I paint a better picture

Yeah she sucked in the very first movie 

But she proves that "Yo there's something more to me"

She was hit real hard and then got back up 

She climbed to be top dog, you're just a pup 

Excuse me if this seems to be abrupt: 

But there's a few more things I have to discuss 

Like how beating you feels more like deja vu

And how the hell your OC's seem more real than you?

Plus you claim you're the king of dialogue? 

Nah...you're more like a villain with a crappy monologue 

 

So there you go, your efforts are more like practice 

To defeat a better rapper who brings better tactics 

I would commend you on your "top dog" status 

But you'll end up forgotten the moment you go hiatus 

As for me? I'll remain the better gal who brought better hype

I'm a prodigy bro, you're a rapping prototype

There's no need to talk further, you've just been served

I've put you in your place, you're at the back of the herd.  

Screw this.  Time to end this thread with some Real Talk.

 

Yeah, real talk for my n***az on the block

I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop

I been in it with my n***az, for a long time

But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't drop

Same n***a, with the flow

Same n***a that'll spin a n***a's ass up, throw his ass in the trunk

I'm a representative, for the A**holes

Try to run up on me, I'll teach a n***a how to stunt

Southwest, you better get your hands up

'Fore I send a wave of n***az, that'll hit your man's up

While you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up

Then the s**t, hit the fan

Then I f**k, your fans up

These n***az, really got a n***a fucked up

Hating motherf***ers, I'll show you what the beef is

Show you n***az how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth

And I can show you n***az, what the sleep is

Better give it up, when you hear the name Trae

When I hit the block in black, your ass better pray

Tell the five in the hood, I don't play

And I got more n***az, in the slugs

In the tip, of a K

And I run with the C's, and the B's on the block

And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block

And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it first

N***a jump, gonna be the first n***a that'll slide for it

They don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for it

Any real n***a, stand up and get an eye for it

Cause I'm oh so real, though homie

And I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it was

H-Town, till the death

Intuition of a n***a named Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs

 

 

Somebody better give me the crown, these n***az out of line

And I see, I gotta put 'em in they place

Everyday it be the same old s**t, I gotta click on a b***h

I don't really, wanna pay another case

Whey they n***az wanna try a n***a, like a n***a soft than a b**ch

I'll lean on a n***a, like Boss on a switch

Better chill, 'fore I get to going off on a b**ch

Lace the Nike's, and break a nigga jaw in this b**ch

Everybody, wanna know about the South

But I promise, you n***z'll wanna take another route

A.B.N., fin to hit a n***a's ass in the drought

In the town right now, (no doubt)

If you got a problem with Trae, let's get it on

Iggy on lock, so I'm back in a zone still packing the chrome

I was late for the hood, so I'm bad to the bone

Since I roll on the block, it's half of the bone

Shit just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone

(I'm pissed), but I'm still moving along

Yeah Jay'Ton, still grooving along

So the n***az in the blue, got love for the Home

For the H, and the West state

I"ll put it on a n***a, in the worst way

That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae

Motherf***ers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay

This right here, for my n***a named Nick

In a hospital bed, half gone

I'll run up on a bitch n***a, who that out that shout out

Feel I gotta hit his ass, with the chrome

Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S

Stress, got a n***a on amp

So I got mob for life, like 24/7

And I promise, I'm about to be the champ

Edited December 5, 2015 by DwhitetheGamer

[Silver Stream. 708]

Screw this.  Time to end this thread with some Real Talk.

 

Yeah, real talk for my n***az on the block

I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop

I been in it with my n***az, for a long time

But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't drop

Same n***a, with the flow

Same n***a that'll spin a n***a's ass up, throw his ass in the trunk

I'm a representative, for the A**holes

Try to run up on me, I'll teach a n***a how to stunt

Southwest, you better get your hands up

'Fore I send a wave of n***az, that'll hit your man's up

While you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up

Then the s**t, hit the fan

Then I f**k, your fans up

These n***az, really got a n***a fucked up

Hating motherf***ers, I'll show you what the beef is

Show you n***az how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth

And I can show you n***az, what the sleep is

Better give it up, when you hear the name Trae

When I hit the block in black, your ass better pray

Tell the five in the hood, I don't play

And I got more n***az, in the slugs

In the tip, of a K

And I run with the C's, and the B's on the block

And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block

And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it first

N***a jump, gonna be the first n***a that'll slide for it

They don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for it

Any real n***a, stand up and get an eye for it

Cause I'm oh so real, though homie

And I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it was

H-Town, till the death

Intuition of a n***a named Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs

 

 

Somebody better give me the crown, these n***az out of line

And I see, I gotta put 'em in they place

Everyday it be the same old s**t, I gotta click on a b***h

I don't really, wanna pay another case

Whey they n***az wanna try a n***a, like a n***a soft than a b**ch

I'll lean on a n***a, like Boss on a switch

Better chill, 'fore I get to going off on a b**ch

Lace the Nike's, and break a nigga jaw in this b**ch

Everybody, wanna know about the South

But I promise, you n***z'll wanna take another route

A.B.N., fin to hit a n***a's ass in the drought

In the town right now, (no doubt)

If you got a problem with Trae, let's get it on

Iggy on lock, so I'm back in a zone still packing the chrome

I was late for the hood, so I'm bad to the bone

Since I roll on the block, it's half of the bone

Shit just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone

(I'm pissed), but I'm still moving along

Yeah Jay'Ton, still grooving along

So the n***az in the blue, got love for the Home

For the H, and the West state

I"ll put it on a n***a, in the worst way

That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae

Motherf***ers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay

This right here, for my n***a named Nick

In a hospital bed, half gone

I'll run up on a bitch n***a, who that out that shout out

Feel I gotta hit his ass, with the chrome

Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S

Stress, got a n***a on amp

So I got mob for life, like 24/7

And I promise, I'm about to be the champ

 

 

Oh please wannabe, there's no real talk on deck 

Take a step back and get your facts in check 

You about to get wrecked so quit pounding your chest 

It's amusing I'm everyone's target, that just proves I'm the best

And the rest? It can be settled here and now 

The words you spitting can't hide that sweat on your brow

I guess you thought saying "N*gga" would be cool somehow?

Instead it merely made your cheap verses more foul 

 

You sound like one of those mainstream rappers with empty lines

If you really live a life like that, then "n*gga" you wasting your time

I spent part of my life trying to escape that place 

You put shame to anyone one in the African Race

I would know, because my skin black with a power

To make the best out of things when shit turns sour

I've lived the real ghetto so I KNOW what's real 

You're prolly another brony who dines on 5-star meals 

Real life ain't about how many b*tches you've clicked 

It's about doing your best to avoid the life of a convict 

This is a fun event to show off your skills to spit

But now you're just here to talk cheap shit 

 

You may talk a good game with words that's overly used 

But that's far from "real talk" I think you got it confused 

I'm not ashamed to admit that my life was rough 

But I don't need to brag about "n*ggas and b*tches" to prove I'm tough

Forget that stuff, I'm far too intellectual 

I don't need to spit slang to be a professional 

The mess you say is far too disrespectful 

But I'll still respect you game, yo that's just incredible 

 

See I'm the type to be chill with a mellow flow

I can be the best there is but still have room to grow

Call yourself  a blunt because you've just been smoked 

No wonder you're full of cheap puns, you're a living joke! 

I was born to shine

The rap title was meant to be mine!

I'm in my prime! 

I don't need gold to grind!

I believe I've said all I've got to say 

Your effort failed, but I'll brohoof your post anyway

Edited December 5, 2015 by Silver Stream.

[Dust and Memories 557]

Oh I'm a dumb little shit? That's quite the bite

Only a punk will throw such insults in a rap fight

I rhyme to excite while you brag about brohoofs

I have real friends to back me up so you depend on that spoof

Ya goof! My rap skills about to raise your roof

Its time this girl go hard and expose you the truth

 

Truth is I don't need likes to speak for me

I capable of speaking on my own life story

But why would you care, you're all about puns?

What kind a person suggest suicide by the head of a gun?

You better run, cause there's a chance I'll ruin your bliss

You're dismissed. My words strike harder than a fist

Are you pissed? I can tell you got something to prove

But I don't have to prove anything to show I got the true moves

Yo dude, I think you fail to realize the deal

The fake vibe you give off is easy to feel

Perhaps it's you need to pop a chill pill

And maybe then your rhymes will have better appeal

Yo shit just got real

 

And since twice you wanna diss Sunset Shimmer?

I think it's best if I paint a better picture

Yeah she sucked in the very first movie

But she proves that "Yo there's something more to me"

She was hit real hard and then got back up

She climbed to be top dog, you're just a pup

Excuse me if this seems to be abrupt:

But there's a few more things I have to discuss

Like how beating you feels more like deja vu

And how the hell your OC's seem more real than you?

Plus you claim you're the king of dialogue?

Nah...you're more like a villain with a crappy monologue

 

So there you go, your efforts are more like practice

To defeat a better rapper who brings better tactics

I would commend you on your "top dog" status

But you'll end up forgotten the moment you go hiatus

As for me? I'll remain the better gal who brought better hype

I'm a prodigy bro, you're a rapping prototype

There's no need to talk further, you've just been served

I've put you in your place, you're at the back of the herd.

I'm sorry that I don't need to use profanity

My words speak for me

You speak of supreme tactics

Yet act like you got off winning a game of Risk

As for my brohoofs, it's true they don't matter

But at least I'm not as crazy as Miss Silver Mad Hatter

Are your friends speaking for you? I don't see them in this thread

Perhaps they're just sleeping, or they stepped to me and got a verbal fist to the head

I acknowledge your skills; they certainly fit the bill

That is, of the check in a McDonalds that serves radioactive spills

 

This arrogance is typical of those who speak of wisdom without knowing what respect is

Or, on a more basic level, knowing the difference between literal statements and poetic license

But hey, this isn't poetry, this is the big leagues

Good raps are as complex as spycraft's intrigues

You've done well, and I have to give you credit

But your insults sound like they were pulled off 9gag or Reddit

As for your suicide comment, it shows the size of your mind

That you can't realize the difference between "Commit suicide" and "Rapping against me is as much of a sin as wanting to die"

I'm painting this black, like Luna's night sky

The sun's setting on your raps - this is the night this battle dies

 

You suggest that I'm giving off a fake vibe; can you elaborate?

Or are you simply here to hate?

Thank you for the compliment on how real Mssr. Sky is! I always like hearing about my OC writing

Now, if you excuse me, it's time to go flying

Get in an airship, drop some lyrical bombs, people giving me flak can't touch me

Rhymes of this quality are a rarity

Like a veteran of the psychic wars

You better pull back from the battle lines before you wet your drawers

Artillery blasts and shattered glass

We could destroy a city with these raps

I'm giving it my all, so it's time to face your permanent fate

Like the Daleks say - Exterminate!

 

I won't talk about dear ol' Sunny any more

Let's not make this a rap battle over who can be her best whore

All I'm hearing is threats from a wannabe Brutus with no discipline

Yes; this is practice for me, thank you for asking! This is my rap christening

Yet somehow, for all your professed prowess, I'm beating you; you rap like you were just born

For the sorry state of your verse, I'll surely mourn

But you better take your shield of words and hide under it

You're screwing with the most triumphant, while you're just another who came here as a misfit

 

Have you heard of the Roman punishment of decimation? The same numerical type for this Gottes Strafe

But instead, it's ten lyrical punches to the face

Your rhymes aren't worthy of a whole 'nother stanza; frankly, like you, they blow

This is not war; this is pest control

Now, allow me to finish with flair, a little pizzazz, and a prescribed dose of pyrotechnics

Some exothermic rockets to cool my rhymes even colder; truly, this battle was hectic

Thank you for taking a bit out of your part of time and space, fraulein.

Jezt die Hölle out of mine.

Edited December 5, 2015 by Orion Caelum

[Flamestreak1990 1,172]

 @@Silver Stream., @@DwhitetheGamer,  

 

Children! Children! Please Sit down y'all rhyming like newborn colts.

Oh and don't mess me or run circles around you faster then Usain bolt

This N*gga Dwhite wanna talk about tupac so must ask him this question

Do you wanna Ride or Die? Cause don't wanna be with these fake-ass n*gga I'm Mass murderin'

Reppin' the dirty south with every verse I'm spittin'

Move bitch get out the way or run you over with my cadilliac oil over-spillin'

I'm a OutKast who's got a little ATLien in me

Like fugu you gotta' to have years of trainin' to deal me properly

 

(All I have right now. No ill will ment just an aspiring brony rapper playing around. could use some help too.)

Edited December 5, 2015 by Flamestreak1990

[Silver Stream. 708]

I'm sorry that I don't need to use profanity

My words speak for me

You speak of supreme tactics

Yet act like you got off winning a game of Risk

As for my brohoofs, it's true they don't matter

But at least I'm not as crazy as Miss Silver Mad Hatter

Are your friends speaking for you? I don't see them in this thread

Perhaps they're just sleeping, or they stepped to me and got a verbal fist to the head

I acknowledge your skills; they certainly fit the bill

That is, of the check in a McDonalds that serves radioactive spills

 

This arrogance is typical of those who speak of wisdom without knowing what respect is

Or, on a more basic level, knowing the difference between literal statements and poetic license

But hey, this isn't poetry, this is the big leagues

Good raps are as complex as spycraft's intrigues

You've done well, and I have to give you credit

But your insults sound like they were pulled off 9gag or Reddit

As for your suicide comment, it shows the size of your mind

That you can't realize the difference between "Commit suicide" and "Rapping against me is as bad a decision as committing suicide"

I'm painting this black, like Luna's night sky

The sun's setting on your raps - this is the night this battle dies

 

You suggest that I'm giving off a fake vibe; can you elaborate?

Or are you simply here to hate?

Thank you for the compliment! I always like hearing about my OC writing

Now, if you excuse me, it's time to go flying

Get in an airship, drop some lyrical bombs, people giving me flak can't touch me

Rhymes of this quality are a rarity

Like a veteran of the psychic wars

You better pull back from the battle lines before you wet your drawers

Artillery blasts and shattered glass

We could destroy a city with these raps

I'm giving it my all, so it's time to face your permanent fate

Like the Daleks say - Exterminate!

 

I won't talk about dear ol' Sunny any more

Let's not make this a rap battle over who can be her best whore

All I'm hearing is threats from a wannabe Brutus with no discipline

Yes; this is practice for me, thank you for asking! This is my rap christening

Yet somehow, for all your professed prowess, I'm beating you; you rap like you were just born

For the sorry state of your verse, I'll surely mourn

But you better take your shield of words and hide under it

You're screwing with the most triumphant, while you're just another who came here as a misfit

 

Have you heard of the Roman punishment of decimation? The same numerical type for this Gottes Strafe

But instead, it's ten lyrical punches to the face

Now, allow me to finish with flair, a little pizzazz, and a prescribed dose of pyrotechnics

Some exothermic rockets to cool my rhymes even colder; truly, this battle was hectic

Thank you for taking a bit out of your part of time and space, fraulein.

Jetzt bekommen die Hölle of mine.

 

I'm impressed, no less, at the FEW lines you've expressed 

But it doesn't change the fact you lack a certain finesse

I'll confess that you've improved with your rhymes AT BEST

Now prepare for a lot of shit for you you have to slowly process: 

You about complexity in hopes to gain a legacy 

That won't get the best of me, cause this is my specialty

 

I see a chump who collected their verses from a dump 

I've heard better lines from the great Donald Trump 

Hell yeah I'm super crazy; I got that creative mentality 

You have characters speaking for you, I can rep my own reality 

And in this reality, my rhymes were made for the kill 

Yours are weaker than Achilles heel

Can't rap on my level I'll drag your verses down under

You're no intellectual lyricist, you sound like an asshole on tumblr 

 

It's apparent you desire to beat me at this

Because by doing so could prove who's the best lyricist 

Cause I'm the ultimate challenge for any wannabe rapper 

I'll preach a sermon you won't forget; I'm your lyrical pastor

Or you can call me a weather forecaster cause this storm is coming faster

These words will hit ya hard and leave you as a rambling disaster

 

I's amusing how you swear that your words can faze me

Get like Zues's father and swallow some babies

And maybe after that you'll do better with spitting miracles

I was expecting better from you, your mess is unforgivable 

You're not dropping bombs, more like white crap on a car

Flutter on little birdie but you won't get far 

I'll wash you away; drown in my lyrical reservoir

I'm so ill with skill, I'm still up to par

 

Your bad attempts are no match for my benevolent rhymes 

How long did it take you to come up with those irrelevant lines?

Your quality isn't rare, I pulled better out my derriere

More like ubiquitous because I've seen it everywhere

What you say ain't special, you're another hay in a haystack

You did strike hard, but this shimmer-lovin gal just struck back 

 

Oh this isn't the last of my attack, I got more up my sleeve 

I've bested better than you than you can hope to achieve 

You want to win in this battle, but I've done the deed

I guess you better hold up,

your rhymes suck

they bout to make me throw up 

And I don't mean it in a good way when I say I'm awestruck 

You're barely a threat to let me rap at my finest 

Just a lamb in the fields that's just been silenced  

 

 

 

EDIT FOR FLAMESTREAK: 

 

Oh man I've got another person who's noticed my poetic presence 

I'm the queen of this game and you're all title-hungry peasants 

My bad that this comeback has run off a bit short 

At least I've graced you with attention; I'm a great sport 

Edited December 5, 2015 by Silver Stream.

[Dust and Memories 557]

I'm impressed, no less, at the FEW lines you've expressed 

But it doesn't change the fact you lack a certain finesse

I'll confess that you've improved with your rhymes AT BEST

Now prepare for a lot of shit for you you have to slowly process: 

You about complexity in hopes to gain a legacy 

That won't get the best of me, cause this is my specialty

 

I see a chump who collected their verses from a dump 

I've heard better lines from the great Donald Trump 

Hell yeah I'm super crazy; I got that creative mentality 

You have characters speaking for you, I can rep my own reality 

And in this reality, my rhymes were made for the kill 

Yours are weaker than Achilles heel

Can't rap on my level I'll drag your verses down under

You're no intellectual lyricist, you sound like an asshole on tumblr 

 

It's apparent you desire to beat me at this

Because by doing so could prove who's the best lyricist 

Cause I'm the ultimate challenge for any wannabe rapper 

I'll preach a sermon you won't forget; I'm your lyrical pastor

Or you can call me a weather forecaster cause this storm is coming faster

These words will hit ya hard and leave you as a rambling disaster

 

I's amusing how you swear that your words can faze me

Get like Zues's father and swallow some babies

And maybe after that you'll do better with spitting miracles

I was expecting better from you, your mess is unforgivable 

You're not dropping bombs, more like white crap on a car

Flutter on little birdie but you won't get far 

I'll wash you away; drown in my lyrical reservoir

I'm so ill with skill, I'm still up to par

 

Your bad attempts are no match for my benevolent rhymes 

How long did it take you to come up with those irrelevant lines?

Your quality isn't rare, I pulled better out my derriere

More like ubiquitous because I've seen it everywhere

What you say ain't special, you're another hay in a haystack

You did strike hard, but this shimmer-lovin gal just struck back 

 

Oh this isn't the last of my attack, I got more up my sleeve 

I've bested better than you than you can hope to achieve 

You want to win in this battle, but I've done the deed

I guess you better hold up,

your rhymes suck

they bout to make me throw up 

And I don't mean it in a good way when I say I'm awestruck 

You're barely a threat to let me rap at my finest 

Just a lamb in the fields that's just been silenced  

 

 

 

EDIT FOR FLAMESTREAK: 

 

Oh man I've got another person who's noticed my poetic presence 

I'm the queen of this game and you're all title-hungry peasants 

My bad that this comeback has run off a bit short 

At least I've graced you with attention; I'm a great sport

 

Good game, miss Silver. It's truly been a pleasure, and any animosity expressed in my raps was merely for the purpose of the battle.

As for today...

The universe is infinite

But this battle is finished

 

WHO WON

WHO'S NEXT

YOU DECIDE!

 

Eeepic! Eeeeepic! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF MLPF!

[Silver Stream. 708]

Good game, miss Silver. It's truly been a pleasure, and any animosity expressed in my raps was merely for the purpose of the battle.

As for today...

The universe is infinite

But this battle is finished

 

WHO WON

WHO'S NEXT

YOU DECIDE!

 

Eeepic! Eeeeepic! EPIC RAP BATTLES OF MLPF!

 

Heck no, great game on your part man! I've done these before, but so far you've been a great challenge. It has indeed been a pleasure *bows*

[PenPal 121]

I rhyme all the time

Like my name is Sublime

Killin' like I'm rick grimes

**tch its overtime!

[Flamestreak1990 1,172]

 

 

 

EDIT FOR FLAMESTREAK:

 

Oh man I've got another person who's noticed my poetic presence

I'm the queen of this game and you're all title-hungry peasants

My bad that this comeback has run off a bit short

At least I've graced you with attention; I'm a great sport

Yeah I'm title-hungry but you shouldn't assume I'm not worth go against you .

If you do then you'll end up like Apollo Creed after Rocky II

Bitch my flow is universal and my skill is immense and anew

Verses from you wouldn't even scare Scooby-Dooby-Doo

So I was reading some of your posts and I saw you liked Eminem is it true?

If so come over to my town and I'll choke you with a Charleston Chew.

So what's the difference between me and you?

I'm the best and you just rhyming confused.

Its getting early now where I live its 2:22

N*gga call me busta rhymes I made this whole verse rhyme too

Edited December 5, 2015 by Flamestreak1990

[JeyWiz 1,097]

Is this some kind of thread where you pretend to be Zecora or something?

[DwhitetheGamer 867]

Oh please wannabe, there's no real talk on deck 

Take a step back and get your facts in check 

You about to get wrecked so quit pounding your chest 

It's amusing I'm everyone's target, that just proves I'm the best

And the rest? It can be settled here and now 

The words you spitting can't hide that sweat on your brow

I guess you thought saying "N*gga" would be cool somehow?

Instead it merely made your cheap verses more foul 

 

You sound like one of those mainstream rappers with empty lines

If you really live a life like that, then "n*gga" you wasting your time

I spent part of my life trying to escape that place 

You put shame to anyone one in the African Race

I would know, because my skin black with a power

To make the best out of things when shit turns sour

I've lived the real ghetto so I KNOW what's real 

You're prolly another brony who dines on 5-star meals 

Real life ain't about how many b*tches you've clicked 

It's about doing your best to avoid the life of a convict 

This is a fun event to show off your skills to spit

But now you're just here to talk cheap shit 

 

You may talk a good game with words that's overly used 

But that's far from "real talk" I think you got it confused 

I'm not ashamed to admit that my life was rough 

But I don't need to brag about "n*ggas and b*tches" to prove I'm tough

Forget that stuff, I'm far too intellectual 

I don't need to spit slang to be a professional 

The mess you say is far too disrespectful 

But I'll still respect you game, yo that's just incredible 

 

See I'm the type to be chill with a mellow flow

I can be the best there is but still have room to grow

Call yourself  a blunt because you've just been smoked 

No wonder you're full of cheap puns, you're a living joke! 

I was born to shine

The rap title was meant to be mine!

I'm in my prime! 

I don't need gold to grind!

I believe I've said all I've got to say 

Your effort failed, but I'll brohoof your post anyway

Not bad.  But I wasn't here for rappin' smack.  Right now I'm here because the ceiling can't hold me or my OC.

[Dwhite]

Return of the Mack, get up! what it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't

Looking for a better way to get up out of bed

Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit me 

Get up! fresh out pimp strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious

Somewhere between like rocky and cosby sweatergang nope nope y'all can't copy

Yup. Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party, my posse's been on broadway,

And we did it, our way. 

Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it

And yet I'm on~

Let that stage light go and shine on down, got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style.

Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds, 

But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town

Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustlin',

Chasing dreams since I was 14 with the four track bossin' halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crushing

 

labels out here, 

Nah they can't tell me nothing

We give that to the people, 

Spread it across the country

Labels out here, 

Nah they can't tell me nothing

We give it to the people, 

Spread it across the country

 

[Copper]

Here we go back, this is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hooves up like the ceiling can't hold us

like the ceiling can't hold us

Here we go back, this is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hooves up like the ceiling can't hold us

like the ceiling can't hold us

 

[Dwhite]

Nah, can I kick it? Thank you. yeah I'm so damn grateful.

I grew up, really wanted gold fronts

But that's what you get when wu tang raised you

Y'all can't stop me, go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat

And I'm eating at the beat like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week

 

Raw. Tell me go up. Gone!

deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome, 

Ceasar make you a believer. nah I never ever did it for a throne.

that validation comes from giving it back to the people. nah sing a song and it goes like

Raise those hands, this is our party

We came here to live life like nobody was watching

I got my city right behind me

If I fall, they got me, learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching I say

 

[Copper]

Here we go back, this is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hooves up like the ceiling can't hold us

like the ceiling can't hold us

Here we go back, this is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hooves up like the ceiling can't hold us

like the ceiling can't hold us

 

[both]

na na na na na na na na

and all my people say

x4

 

Ma-kle-more

 

Here we go back, this is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

like the ceiling can't hold us

Here we go back, this is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

like the ceiling can't hold us.

Edited December 5, 2015 by DwhitetheGamer

[Silver Stream. 708]

(sorry for! Had to work a long shift an as soon as I got home, I went to sleep xD)

 

 

Forgive me for my tardiness, I had real shit to do

There's more to life than outrapping you two 

Your rhymes are so weak you depend on your OC crew 

I'm the Messiah of rap; like the King of the Jews

You about to get screwed  as I make a breakthrough 

Chopping down on ya with my lyrical kung fu 

Stop being phony you you bum brony 

"Yo Silver school these fools" > Oh I intend to 

 

Your defeat is overdue, I'm the one putting work in 

I admire the efforts but true poetry is what you lacking 

With each verse you make, it's slacking 

Might as well throw in the towel and get to packing

Or better yet, throw in better puns to make me laugh 

I'm willing to apologize on your behalf 

For wasting my time with these whack phrases 

You two should be showering me with praises 

 

Cause it's a miracle I bother to continue to respond 

Might be the pity I have for you to carry on 

Allow me to hype shit up an keep the beat along 

Don't ever think you're on my level cause I'll jump to prove you wrong

You can jump back to brainstorming lyrics 

If it's shit, Spare me, I don't want to hear it 

 

You guys are such a nuisance

I'm this close to chucking the dueces

Put your creativity to better uses

Nee a clue? Cause your rhymes sound clueless

How many times must I do this

The way you rhyme is too intrusive 

Through my veins flow lyrical juices 

Prepare for a Silver exclusive 

 

This ain't the big time leagues

Cause I'm the only true professional 

You barely have me intrigued 

Try to come up with something more sensational 

The difference between us is that my bark is as strong as my bite

It's hopeless to go on, you two might as well drop the mic 

Edited December 6, 2015 by Silver Stream.

[El Duderino 879]

Bust a rhyme!

Sort of like a rap?

Might take some time

I'm not very good at that

 

I like to write songs

But not in the raping style

Some are not very long

But it still brings me a smile

 

Yo!

I think I got the hang of this

I should totally make a playlist

I'll rap about lots of things

Like my favorite place to eat

Or how my favorite color's orange

 

...

 

shit

That didn't rhyme

Maybe I'll do better next time

 

[Silver Stream. 708]

Bust a rhyme!

Sort of like a rap?

Might take some time

I'm not very good at that

 

I like to write songs

But not in the raping style

Some are not very long

But it still brings me a smile

 

Yo!

I think I got the hang of this

I should totally make a playlist

I'll rap about lots of things

Like my favorite place to eat

Or how my favorite color's orange

 

...

 

shit

That didn't rhyme

Maybe I'll do better next time

 

 

That was good! Not all lines have to rhyme. In fact  I think the next one I'll do will be more of a free verse style. night peoples!

[DwhitetheGamer 867]

(sorry for! Had to work a long shift an as soon as I got home, I went to sleep xD)

 

 

Forgive me for my tardiness, I had real shit to do

There's more to life than outrapping you two 

Your rhymes are so weak you depend on your OC crew 

I'm the Messiah of rap; like the King of the Jews

You about to get screwed  as I make a breakthrough 

Chopping down on ya with my lyrical kung fu 

Stop being phony you you bum brony 

"Yo Silver school these fools" > Oh I intend to 

 

Your defeat is overdue, I'm the one putting work in 

I admire the efforts but true poetry is what you lacking 

With each verse you make, it's slacking 

Might as well throw in the towel and get to packing

Or better yet, throw in better puns to make me laugh 

I'm willing to apologize on your behalf 

For wasting my time with these whack phrases 

You two should be showering me with praises 

 

Cause it's a miracle I bother to continue to respond 

Might be the pity I have for you to carry on 

Allow me to hype shit up an keep the beat along 

Don't ever think you're on my level cause I'll jump to prove you wrong

You can jump back to brainstorming lyrics 

If it's shit, Spare me, I don't want to hear it 

 

You guys are such a nuisance

I'm this close to chucking the dueces

Put your creativity to better uses

Nee a clue? Cause your rhymes sound clueless

How many times must I do this

The way you rhyme is too intrusive 

Through my veins flow lyrical juices 

Prepare for a Silver exclusive 

 

This ain't the big time leagues

Cause I'm the only true professional 

You barely have me intrigued 

Try to come up with something more sensational 

The difference between us is that my bark is as strong as my bite

It's hopeless to go on, you two might as well drop the mic 

Ya want me to drop the mic?  Alright fine.

 

You ain't seen shit from me yet, son

You think I'm weak enough to bring in my OC?

Well, sit down for this little lesson,

Because I don't need him, as you will see.

 

It's funny that you talk big leagues

Because your raps are weaker than mine.

I'll admit your talk gets me intrigued

But that about it, and you ain't divine.

 

Defeat?  That's what I never consider,

Especially since I have a fighting spirit, too

You may as well give up, you're too bitter

I'll do this all month long, if needed due.

 

It doesn't matter how hard you try,

Your excuses of rhyming bore me.

It's so pitiful, I think I must cry

Tears of joy, maybe it fits to a T.

 

You just made yourself overrated,

And as it has shown twice, those types fall hard.

Your rapping is so outdated,

I'll be the one that strikes until you become tard.

 

If you can't go down without a fight, though,

Then that fine, it's just like I said,

I'll give you a taste of my dough,

And you'll know when real raps truly get paid.

 

Here I thought it'll be a friendly match,

A fun game where all can play,

But why am I complaining?  You wanted this batch,

You get what you get, so I think I'll stay.

 

I may as well cut this off for now,

I have shit to do, including listening to an NFL game on a tracker,

You have failed, so you better take a bow,

While I watch the Broncos take on the Chargers.

 

*drops mic*

[CinnamonPop 3,350]

*plays "Petrified"*

 

Hi bypassers, who am I you say

Cinnamon, here to brighten your day

You see, I'm a major booper around here

Filling all around with lots of cheer

Catching friends, in a blink of an eye

To make sure, I'll have a "Never-ending strife"

My goal, is to be one of the greats

I'll even add this to make you say...

 

I go strolling nightly, hug you all so tightly, because most of the day. (yeah!) I'll be on the forum games.

And if you see me online, PM me, that's all right. Just don't get me raging. Cause my friends already see me claiming...

 

I've done so much in a year, but I'm just a member here. (Don't blame me, I get angry, but when I get sad, then I think about leaving) but I... I won't stop till I'm known forum-wide, I'll be here all the time!

__________________________________________

 

I wonder if @@Lightwing, @@Mesme Rize, or @ will show us their mad rappin' skillz.

Edited December 6, 2015 by Sprinkle Medley

[Summer Breeze 2,528]

Ryming is not my thing,

I just prefer to sing.

Mainly because i cant rap,

And this ryme will be crap.

 

My eyes are heavy,

And now i'm searching for my teddy.

Time for me to go to bed,

And for this ryme it will be the end.

 

That last verse didn't rime,

But thats because it's bedtime

 

Sleep wel everypony, yo

[Meson Bolt 2,648]

Bronies, y'all noob rappers just got on my sh*t list

Witness the epic fitness of these disses

Spit sick on your picnic of mother goose rhymes

Meson Bolt bars guaranteed to kill it every time

 

Before you rage on your keys you better stop, better hold

Because these spicy lines will make you drop, dead and cold

That's right, y'all incurred my wrath, so stand back son

When I'm finished you'll be dead, I'll be like "done and done"

 

And I know what you're thinking. "How can Meson Bolt

drop any lines when his own name rhymes with 'dolt'?"

It ain't my fault, brother, I know it's a perfect fit

But if you use that line I'll be standing there like "Called it."

 

Death rhymes, comin faster than your bedtime

Mic control, clearer than the traffic of the airlines

And if you amateurs try and step to me

I'll be convicted of murder of the lyrical degree

 

That's right, this bad boy will be your first offender

But I won't blame you if you're scared into a surrender

Ain't even warmed up, but already a duel-ender

I just fire away like there's no other contender

[Silver Stream. 708]

Yo so I'm getting tired of this game, prepare for a finale 

You sound like a lame pep talk, let me hype this pep rally

Spitting drool like a child, it's time to call your nanny 

You bring bad business like the economy back in Cali 

Thanks for dropping the mic, cause what I say goes 

You're about to understand the mistake in being my foe 

Oh no! Here comes the storm of the century 

Your rhymes are as bland as Flash Sentry 

It's amazing how you crave for defeat to come endlessly 

Get ready romeo, your end will become a travesty 

 

And what tragedy it is to think you'll come out the victor

My rhymes are powerful punch, you can't handle this liquor 

More delusional than all those Appledash shippers

Might as well announce how you lost to your friends on twitter

You seem to be good at tweeting anyway; a birdie that's yapping

What does it take to close that beak; your gums are steady flapping

I guess this final response will do just fine

Congratulations good sir, you'll witness me at my prime  

 

IT'S TIME! To witness Silver at her all time glory 

By the end of this sermon even your OC's will adore me

You must have forgotten who I am, you're worst than Dory

@DwhitetheGamer please step it up, your lyrics are boring me

I'm repping the underdogs that succeed and manage to dominate 

Thanks for satisfying my sweet tooth; beating you was a piece of cake

I couldn't choose a better opponent that I could easily annihilate 

Let me indicate how your winning chances at stake 

Can't equate to my poetic trait I put in the words that I create 

 

It was mistake to come at me, but it's too late now

Feed into the rhymes with the greatness that I endow! 

I understand this is fun, don't take anything personal 

It's always nice to be given amateurs; I treat this like my rehearsals 

Because one day I'll meet a challenge I can't handle 

I won't deny how close you came to being a handful 

But what you say isn't enough. you're a prime example 

Of regret in the flesh cause you've just been dismantled 

 

Granted I'm a bit cocky with spitting this fire 

But it's my smooth lyrical flow that feeds into desire

To want to beat me despite me only coming in for fun 

It's all of you who made this a battle; Can't you see what you've done?

Keep praying "I hope I win!" while I thank the heavens that I've won

You just can't compute; no room for you in this equation 

You're the reason "Zero" was created in the Mayan civilization

Good luck conquering this thread, I plan to conquer the brony nation

I'm roasting you alive; call that a lyrical cremation

And when I'm done. I'll ask your OC's to pick up the ashes 

Let them wash away with the waves in a dramatic fashion "

"I'll do this a month long" ...I'm sure you would! you have a lot to prove

While I'm living proof, period. I've outshine your busted moves 

I wish I had a camera, you're defeat would be priceless!

Here, let me be fair and kill you kindness:

 

Your efforts are commendable. 

Those puns were quite plentiful 

And as a person?

you seem pretty sensible 

My only wishes is that you talk better game

Can't deny that your skills are insane

But half of what you say brings me pain

I cringe at the mess again and again 

Just be you, don't use some OC's to bring you fame

 

With that said, I bid you farewell, my schooling has come to a close

Hope you had fun trying to defeat this lyrical pro 

Let's see if this defeat will give you room to grow

An next time rap real talk instead of spitting words like "n*ggas and h*oes"

To every body else? Keep spittin fire for days

Was nice to be the one to set this thread ablaze! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(last one guys. it was nice doing this. you all are awesome c:)

Edited December 7, 2015 by Silver Stream.