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Rapsearch Topic Final Cashius vs Arkaic
Rapsearch.com Archive (Date: 05-30-2004 11:50 PM)
Topic: (Re)Write history! Take ANY major/well-known event -- from a popular hip-hop moment to world history, anything -- and (re)write it as you think it should have happened and/or what happens as a result. (ie - If Tupac didn't die; if Hitler would have won.) Be free... write it from any perspective & any angle. Really no limit to the story you can tell. Arkaic: I started writing it yesterday at college but this girl showed up, so i had to go sit in the sun with her.... Here's my two cents. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I’m as crucial as any date is, the truth for generations, is cruisin’ in the spaceship, I’m set loose from this equation, if your confused then I’ll explain it, this is the music of the ageless, frameless-pictures an array-of-glitches movin’ in the matrix, Nothin’s for certain, Society will crumble like berlin, This is a stunnin’ re-working, of Scrooges Christmas... The muppet-less version. She’s deeply in love, He controls her head and he carries her heart Dreams of a son, waits for the whole of feb. to get married in march This guy’s believed as the one. But he's treatin' her wrong She has a strong belief in religion, so she preaches forgiveness Her reasons are timid, So she don’t dare speak her opinion She’d change her defence, right now this girl stays with her parents Instead of payin’ the rent, They have her wading thru errands She has a beautiful figure, blonde and boasting with curls And she’s found the guy that she loves most in the world This is the fairytale version, of a fairytale virgin She believes in this shit, alone is how she’s sleepin’ at night Dreaming of kids, Because after all….. that’s her meaning of life She is the type, to read what she writes, and hope for the best She’s on the ride of her life, on the road to success ‘til a frightening night, the time her whole world caved in She was in the face of temptation, and the whole girl caved in She was lyin’ in her bed when, turns up a face that’s nameless It was the night before the weddin’, and now her fate is changin’ Said he’s Godsent but as a narrater I know he plays with satan And this girl was gullable, She had only the best of intentions Her world was vunrable, now homie is getting’ her pregnant From nowhere her man seems to arrive, with disbelief in his eyes The ------ explodes, in a stuggle for hope, he’s cuttin’ her throat None of us know, why outta nothin’ he showed, it’s the work of demons Now imagine YOUR years and YOUR fears without the birth of jesus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cashius: That was pure talent Arky OK, we all know that Princess Diana of Whales death was caused by her car being chased by the Paparazzi. (And they also say her driver was under the influence). Well here is how the whole incident should've happened. I'm writing from her perspective... I'm a chick in distress, speeding away from the cameras that curse me I'm so sick of the press , that lately I've considered plastic surgery We're driving fast, flying past the masses trying to get fastly home And if these fags insist on snapping pics, my bodyguard will snap their bones He's strapped with chrome, yet people wanna search my car like I got ounces of weed And if I even open the door for sure they'll bound to be surrounding me I've found it key to lay low, but even when I do... the pictures flash These pricks are gassed and overwhelming so I tell my driver to hit the gas This whip is fast, I'm trying to keep my composure, but I don't know if I can I left the Palace looking forward to a night alone with my man I usually cooperate with reporters, this I've proved through time But if I'm asked another question about Prince Charles I'm going to lose my mind The way these people act towards their princess is so much less than loyalty That's why I must leave them in the dust, so they can learn some respect for royalty So we're speeding away, leaving them stay, who cares what the public will think But then I'm unnerved as we start to swerve, did the driver have a couple of drinks?! O well, he's a proffesional, my worries are probably from indigestion But then my fears are confirmed as we speed through an intersection I've never been this perplexed, to say he's sober would be a sad observation And a drunk driver speeding away from a mob of people is a bad combination My mind is racing, why won't they stop following us before I begin to cry I'm Princess Di, but if they don't stop pursueing us they'll see a princess die Faithfully, I'm praying to angels for safety and I hope they listen Cause us being chased and being taped kinda makes me feel like O.J. Simpson Their cameras are in my drivers eyes as he's blinded by hysteria And he starts into the wrong side of the road like we're driving in America I pray "God let me survive this with your kindness and I'll sell my own soul" I burry my head as we hurry to death heading straight for a telephone pole There are people in our path as we swerve, these men have gotta stop me Crash!!!...The next mornings headline reads "Accident Kills 10 Papparazzi" Ark wins by KO Last edited by Saint; 09-24-2022 at 03:59 PM. |
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