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?