So, I've been listening to a lot of freestyles on Youtube lately, and I've tried my hand at freestyling, so I guess that's cool...
So, I've been listening to a lot of freestyles on Youtube lately, and I've tried my hand at freestyling, so I guess that's cool...
You know, it interesting when one of the bosses in a game rap (And if done right) It make the boss battle more interesting and different
Here's the Bandcamp link, and here's the YouTube playlist.
So, you know those generator things that try to “write” for you? Well I tried one for shits and giggles, a very special king. A rapping Generator that was, “In the style of Eminem”. I, being an idiot, did not expect what was about to come out from this questionable website. In hindsight, I should have really expected this.
May I have your attention please?
I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid)
To learn magic (to learn magic)
Everybody (everybody)
These are listed from newest to oldest and pony to normie, so the mixing's not as good closer to the bottom.
Got some more hot takes for you that I’m sure most of you can actually relate to. So I guess it wouldn’t be a hot take after all. But whatever.
(the repeats insert)
Oh baby I wish I could be rich. Sitting in a corner in that deep ditch. Laying on the ground, because I weigh over nine thousand pounds.
It's Heavy
It's heavy
Oh baby I wish I could be rich. Sitting in a corner in that deep ditch. Laying on the ground, because I weigh over nine thousand pounds.
It's Heavy
It's Heavy
Oh baby I wish I could be rich. Sitting in a corner in that deep ditch. Laying on the ground, because I weigh over nine thousand pounds.
That's right I made a new short story, about Rap
i'm a little desperate.................................
do anyone of you know how to do a good rhyme?
i'm in dire need of a zebra character to continue the fic.
if you have a zebra OC, can i please borrow it? along with your ryhming abilities?
i can't give the specific details here but, let's just say he/she'll play a pretty large role in Vann's life in Zebrica as a forced deity (or beyond).
I only listen to real music.
it sounds better when rapped but what ever.
Name’s Zappo call me the mad jester I like to hang with my friends we chillin about to go campin with these beats and my team and I.
know you can't deny that in the end, we will all be just fine.
And while were here in the third dimension, I just wanna mention that i'm the best you got in terms of rhythm and rhyme
But since i'm here and I got time just listen to my flow that will make you feel fine
Guess who went to BABSCon 2018? This guy! And on top of wasting tons of money on ridiculous stuff and going to panels and collecting lots of party stories, I also lugged my microphone and my phantom power setup with me, and I took two free hours to make a little rap in my hotel room.
Become one of the only 10 people to listen to it before it loses all relevance!
its time for the next chapter in the ELECTRONOMICON!
about to revive like I am Solomon
Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
looked ill on Thursday,
Grew worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
then alive again the next day
but like the story that was said, the page you read has a gory harmony
like a hungry criptid necrozombie that's not looking for cash or money
Da Lench Mob was hip hop group that formed in 1990, Los Angeles, California, that consisted of rappers T-Bone, J-Dee, and Maulkie. They would associate and collaborate with Ice Cube on their two albums, Guerillas in the mist and Planet of da apes.
In a ruined castle, with a fallen wall showing a flat grassland expanse, several figures approached one another. From one side came Queen Chrysalis, naked, chained, but upright. Behind her marched armored caribou, with crystal-tipped wands pressed to her sides. From the other side came Queen Phobia the Fir Darrig, a red-bodied fae with a large, blade-like horn with spiky protrusions surrounding the base, serrated-looking shield-shaped wings, spiny protrusions at her elbows and very apparent
So, if you may remember, I've been helping a bud of mine, Prince Conjure, work on a series of stories in which a seemingly random pony challenges Anon to a rap battle. We've done Fluttershy first, and Maud after that, but now it's time for Princess Celestia.
In a misty expanse looking like the steppes butting against a hardwood forest two figures approached one another. Clanking and staggering under heavy chains and dragging an iron ball was a stallion, seemingly clad in nothing but his bindings, emerging from the forest. From the steppe smartly marched a mare in a red-toned military uniform. Shackles on her wrists and ankles trailed broken chains, and she had a hammer and sickle in her hands, the weapons crossed over her chest. The two glared