Rap Battles

Rap Battles are Politiks by other means.

Ongoing Feuds

Kommander Ken Vs. Mobfather Scratch

Transcript from first bout, September 17th-18th, GR. 2016:

Scratch: I think that video calls for the re-commencement of rap battles in the AN. Anyone who wants to challenge the General Secretary can feel free to step up.

Kommander Ken:

COME AT ME.

Scratch:

C'mon ken, what a poor show, stepping to me but not even posting a verse. I'll be nice, avoid the low blow, keep my skills sharp while remaining terse. If you want to battle you've got to give me something to work with, Ain't much of a show if you back down when the first verse hits.

In the past, sure I've battled you, My raps bent you over and paddled you, And then you fled back, to whatever refuge you skedaddled to. You gave me one sentence, no proof you can handle a flow, Frostbourne may be cool, but who chills a drink at 40 below?

You're frozen, icicle shrunk stiff and brittle. In rap, chat, and battle you're always playin second fiddle. You got no tricks worth showing, no bricks worth throwing, and what's with this new shit you're posting? Coming at me with a weak game means you’re gunning for a roasting. Gilding a peach is like shining a turd, it's shit either way. No matter how hard you shine it, that's failure on display. You're style shifts between spartan and gaudy, You keep trying for class but can't impress nobody. I'm the masterclass at class, I'll plaster a bastard, remaster the crass shit that you're sending. Stop playing and faking and come back when you've got a real weapon to fight with, no pretending.

As for me and my men, we're the murder machine, Give one of my dude's the high ground he'll gun down your whole team. What's a sword or a spear to an SMG? Think about that shit next time you step to me. I'll bulldoze your hut, make you play pick up sticks, because really, what's medivo doing in fucking politics?

Kommander Ken:

You think I’m hurting, ha! Tis but a scratch! Man what are you snorting? You’ve met your match. You’re a demise-flirting, with rhymes made of crap. You money-extorting, arrogant gangster chap.

Bud, you don’t need to take it fuckin’ easy on me All you need to is lay me down a sick-nasty beat, Back the fuck up pal and take a ‘tactical retreat’ And stay down friend don’t bother gettin’ to your feet.

While your ass is on the ground, You should be glad it ain’t six feet under. But it’s only the first round And that’s not lookin like any blunder

Those ‘gilded peaches’ are the motherfuckin’ villians of the Frostborne realm with orderly ranks so chilling When these two opposing forces get into a fight I’ll guarantee it’ll last more than one bloody fortnight

What about you man when you gonna post more briks? Instead of actin’ tough with contests of measured diks. Believe me pal, we’ve got our own brand of politiks. While you’ve prob’ly been making your own brand of cake mix.

Scratch:

Well well well, look who's crawling back. Now you've given me something to work with, but don't expect any slack. I may be a bit inactive but don't think that I've gotten weak. Step to me and I'll knock you into next week, freak.

You call me arrogant but you know I'm the king. The king of the game, the mob, the AN and the TA. I don't just run the world, man I run EVERYTHING! My guns are so big it's like they're produced by Michael Bay.

No chump can claim my throne, so don't go holding your breath. Because I'm the king, I'm the top. Motherfucker I am death! My raps'll blow you outta the water while my gun blows off your head. Better pray for your salvation cause you can't pray when you turn dead.

Back to your Esduin, those primly dressed dainty shits. How'll they pose a threat when one rainstorm would rust 'em to bits? Antagonists? No way those shiny shit peaches will make anyone afraid. Who'll think the Frostbourne are badass when they're murdering a peach pride parade?

Kommander Ken: The bigger they are man, the harder they fall. Arrogant kings act the same damn way as ya’ll. You don’t scare me pal and you can’t run shit. Your acts so fake it’s fuckin’ counterfeit, just quit.

I don’t want your lousy throne, just want some respect. You talkin so high of yourself what’d you expect? Guess someone’s gotta cut your dumb ego to size, I’ll gladly do that with a dagger ‘tween your eyes.

Man fuck that shit about Esduin, just sit back and wait, And you’ll see the odds stacked against the poor Frostborne state. They’re outnumbered and outclassed man don’t that sound familiar? All the ‘fire’ you keep spittin just sound like lame-ass filler.

I’ve got more rhymes than you’ve got the time for. Your lame warcrimes embarrassing eyesore. Bullets run out but magic’s eternal. Get on my badside, my wrath’s i̵n͘f҉e̕͘r̶ǹ͢͢à̸l̵̸̵.