CHALLENGER'S RAP

• //About half of these bars were originally meant for Geril, but since he's given up RapPad for a while, I adapted them for Arketype.
• Just between you and me, I’m not that good at battle rappin’,
• But that’s ok, because you’re not that good at actual rappin’,
• See, I’m better than you at what I’m worst at, like Babe Ruth on a mound,
• Laughin’ at your feeble swings, you can’t even get the ball up off the ground.
• You’re like the holocaust to sound, your tracks thinkin’ “all is lost, we’re drowned!”
• When you come around to perform soundin’ more like Robert Frost.
• But you’ll just say it’s the road not taken, but no mistakin’,
• You sound more like William Blake than Lil’ Wayne,
• Looks more like a lamb than a tyger that I’ve slain,
• And your recording looks less like gold, and more like a yellow stain.
• Man, I was told that this was a rap battle, not your book club’s poetry night,
• But you’re over there reading lines, like that kinda flow is alright.
• Waitin’ for a raven to show up, ‘cause it sounds like Poe in this fight,
• Ask him when Arketype’ll win: “nevermore.” Sounds about right.
• Beause he’s an archetype, unoriginal,
• Every bar he spits is typical, everything’s literal,
• His rhymes are just abysmal,
• And his wordplay’s nothing short of drivel.
• But me? I’m the archetype he wants to be,
• I build bars from scratch while he’s off plundering,
• No wonder he sounds like every other wannabe,
• He’s a carbon copy, while I’m the original, that’s why he’s under me.
• But he lives in his own little world like The Land of Nod,
• And in his mind everyone who hears him is simply overawed,
• Surrounded by constant applause, oblivious to his flaws,
• It’s really no surprise that Ark thinks he’s God.
• Well, I’m sittin’ on high, just watchin’ and enjoyin’,
• Sendin’ these lines two by two, like they’re annointed,
• Wonderin’ whether Noah’s gonna be just a little bit disappointed
• That Ark can’t float through this flood of bars I sent to destroy him.