Rapsearch Topic Final Cashius vs Arkaic

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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.

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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

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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