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Does each line have to rhyme with the last?
Or can I change it up a little? I move real fast
So try not to get lost and keep up with my rhyme
Because I've been rapping since the beginning of time.
I'm a freestyle master; some would call me ace
So sit back, metachatters, while I pick up the pace
I don't mean to humble you, or make you ashamed
But when it comes to lyrics, you're playing my game.
I'm the brotha who knows where it's at
jonmc from the metachat
my bunny posse don't sweat no skeezer
turn ya over to my man dodgygeezer
baddest fuckin' crew on the internet street
speck with the rhymes and tilda with the beats
open like linux, free like WinZip
if you cross our path, motherfucker don't trip
Showin' my skills to the hoi polloi
Spittin' wicked lyric like I channel Tolstoy
Only takin' breaks to pound down bok-choi
And I'm quick on my feet like ballet from Bolshoi.
Gotta stay movin' and flowin' and golden like koi
Ain't no one else like me so go 'head and step boy
Leave you puzzlin' like the Towers of Ha Noi
And then your head'll be spinning like you had a Rob Roy
Or ten and then my friend the end
Jon's got the music and Speck's got the styles
This metachat thread could go on for miles
Once I start rhyming I can't stop; I'm king
Though you might scream, "Jane, stop this crazy thing!"
Freestyle rhyming's how I spend my days
My LPs all scratched from the repeated plays
Every word that you say
I think of the ways
That I could rhyme it in time
with the beat the DJ lays
I'll even change meters
I don't give a fuck
My only rule is
Never get stuck
Without a rhyme cuz then you're lost
And off of my party boat your ass will be tossed
With all of these beats I've no time for breaks
in the lines that I rhyme because I ain't no fake
Not a poser not a liar just a fly MC
So listen now, MetaChat as I rap about thee
Dodgy and taz, they're running the show
and they're the bunnies we're all glad to know
I've already mentioned Specklet and jonmc, too
But what about the distance at which we all chew?
Miko's a freak-o but she already knows how I feel
And when I think about mgl my mind nad heart reel
I can't forget wimpdork; she's my #1 girl
Don't mean I can live without TPS in my world
Rainbaby, maybe, I could be your Mouth
and we all know mudpuppie grew up down south
Ramix, from Ghana, is my African Queen
with mayfly wake and dame completing the scene
The ladies are fine, but there are dudes here, too
EE and DG are in my metachat crew
With jonmc and the wino, and a Janus named Hugh
Hellbient started this thread; I'm down with him, too
black8 is new; that don't mean he ain't cool
trondant and Triode are nobody's fool
And dodgy I've state already rules
With quonsar always ready to take you to school
There's so many people, I can't name you all
Please don't fault me if you missed the rollcall
There's amro and ReRe and tilda and Al
ID and KOP and mike, my new best pal
MeCha's too big, I need more love to give
You should know, though, you're the reason I live
Without MetaChat, my life would be dull
I need everybunny to keep keepin' it full.
All that's freestyle; no editing, I swear
the "mind nad heart" typo shows my lack of care
Any fuckups were left intact you can see
Rhyming without a net will be the death of me
jon, you can be my hype man, my very own Flav
I know your skills are tite, man
Just make sure the rhyme that you save = the rhyme that you gave
There once was a Mechite named Eideteker,
Who left me out of the roll call (that modderfecker).
Though he rhymed up a storm
On a boring Friday morn,
The oversight was totally a buzz wrecker.
my name is hellbient the self-deprecating rapper
my rhymes they suck and my flo it's whacker
you don't like it much? you can take a poo
in the thing I call Flo's Cerebellum Crapper!
It's kinda odd how nothing rhymes with Trisha,
But that's okay because she's a little bit richer
For getting to know this MetaChat crew
So huge thanks from her to all of you.
Woot. My aching limbs,
so slow with apathetic pain,
reach out to load the page again,
in hope of many posted things,
some gentle, some worryingly insane,
but joy, what joy this metachat it brings.
And as for rhymes for Trisha Lynn,
this agonizing, worried wind,
That break the words up like militia,
And that's my rhyme for Dear Old Trisha.
Oh yeah
LT on the mike, with lyrics loud
like a Harley, no three-wheel trike
with the shit takes you higher
than the junk in a spike
you heard the mad flow of teker
and the best from the Saint
now you ears get gettin blue from
me spittin' the paint
Mats jumped me in and girl taught me to spin
and the Pup made it real to be in my own skin
and the scrollin' homies dontchaknowmes up in IRC
sayin hey for LT "yeh you know me!"
so gather round children for its story time and the moral round the coral of this lyrical rhyme - Metachat and the bunnies are on point and on time!
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