We had a little rap battle, both decided might aswell post it here.

Me:
collected and stored rhymes in my system since i was eleven You aint on my level Your 0 degrees im hotter than the kettle im a combination of ice and fire im cool and im hot i send shivels thru you spine like an electric wire im original and lyrical if you cant see then your pitiful get the message u gotta climb my ladder and kiss my feet aint nobody better im out of here peace

TheModel:
wow your spiting fire come down you dont know me we can bring it to the table i dont wanna get set down your young iam a man my rap will put you in a coma no reaper i bleed your example dont diss a bro you aint got my flavour i serve you out to pastures. i can bing it gangster style iam old school bronx new york public enemey nwa ice cube krs1 do your home work nation of islam malcom x

Me:
I dont need rest I'll sleep when I'm dead but i'm not communist yet you talk of america well let me set you straight I'm a star on the flag, you're a stripe at your best you're a mute, you're a deaf i'm the voice you wish to hear my silence makes you upset sort of like pills that way I get you depressed and I've got you obsessed with my verbs I impress I leave people wishing there was more of me to get when i put pen to paper im a lyrical beast leave you hangin with hannibal lecter chewin meat

TheModel:
take you out aint nothing mind games in a coma no pulse ctb break down words aint hurting still searching iam a tiger i fight like tyson bring ruckcuss lame insane brain dead no come back attack black attack hero making zero peace iam out see my man i live the life in jamaica and usa iknow my shit is real i bring old school my rap days are over keep it real yeah put your shit on wax its deep man iam sure someone sign you up i still kick ass only playing peace out keep it real i hate the fuzz pigs old bill

Me:
im a gun fire hire, im the new desire i can move like water and be set off like fire im the best selection, stand tall like a big erection pointed in the direction of success you can be tyson, i'll be ali you hit like a tiger an il sting like a bee unleashing god blessed lyrics bout to set you free i write bars for fun, wont catch me runnin round with a plastic gun i take 10 steps with a vision left bent im spiritually awake, shit lets jus say im god sent.

TheModel:
my man gun fire with desire making holmes. faking cones sleep but weep cant compete barriers i break no turn you learn iam the daddy of the rap game no insane lame brains trying diss me rip the phone i getts buck wild turning heat more beat my style recka checka hate me rate me cool rule cant lose i refuse to back down peace my man your rap is deep you should be on bitch ass label iaint playing. deep insight man you would rip these british rappers to pieces. keep it real

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You sound like a very weird version of P.Diddy., Gee Jay. =)))

As for the model... I don't even understand what he's saying, seems like all sorts of different words, no phrase, on five lines.

But then again Gee Jay, you ain't got much punctuation in yours either...

Anyway...
"I'm the dream, I'm the one, I'm the reason you come
I'm a king, I'm a hung, I'm a beast
I'm the last thing your eyes see
The passion's inside me, it's yours
Now come try me, c'mon "

Hot song that is.
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actually more like 7am!

This is beyond funny!

and i kinda take a bit of the praise at the genius "battle" that happen!

The bloke had to be on something surely?

But he did give us the word of the day, week, month, hell year in "POW POW"

please tell me your only joking when you say you stayed up till 7.OO am ........... having a 'rap' battle ..... because if your not you seriously need to get out more .....