Yes. A corporate rap battle. Three rounds and I'm the winner. October 26-27 2006.
Stop hating your miserable jobs and scoop a posse.
Here's my rhymes, bitches!
Qualifying Round
You call me up
All on my phone
Like you know me
Up in my home
Don’t fool yourself
‘Cuz you can rhyme
But can you flow?
Do your rhythms shine?
Oce can you see
By the dawn of the light
Abt’s in the crib
No bark only bite
You formed your posse
So I just scooped two
I see you’re nervous
All boo hoo-hoo-hoo
The score is tied
It’s “on” so you say
The score’s “Ty”
And the winner is, dare I say, it’s me, Hy Tardaway
Semi-Finals
The door? The door?
I don’t need the door
I got the key to the suite
And I’m known in seven more
It’s not a war, with you?
You say you dropped some heavies
But you haven’t dropped me
Because I rhyme so…sweet
Now Pat, I love you…and
What you do you do the best
But with your gang, I mean your “posse”
You haven’t passed the dopest test
You comin’ hard…and so you say
You checked some jokers?
How you gonna check me when you
Chokin’ with those smokers?
My posse’s down…with
Statistics and the science
I swagger like I’ve owned this
My whole life with mad defiance
Yeah, I called a battle
Of the beats and the rhymin’ and the disses
But for you…all I have
Is respect and kisses missus
I wear my cred like my heart
On the sleeve of my shirt
-and-
When you’re ready I will help you
Dig your words out the dirt
The door? The door?
I don’t need your door
I got the key to the suite
And I always win rap wars
Finals
Twenty-four hours and that’s all you got?
Shoulda stayed in bed ‘cuz I’m not
Impressed with your brand of hip-hop
Look around you ‘cuz I’m still the tops
Gonna win the rap battle
[beat box]
Gonna win the Abt battle
[beat box]
You are the queen
You’re mean, and
I really dig your scene
You are so fine
Sublime
But I have to drop a dime
California never backs down
Call me whack, insane, or a clown
In the ocean you just might drown
And my lyrics make the competition frown
Gonna win the rap battle
[beat box]
Gonna win the Abt battle
[beat box]
You are my friend
Until the end
But I really got to send
This note to you
Woman who
Really never knew
I had my say now I am peace. Out.
My fuckin’ rep still carries mad clout
You step to me and there is no doubt
I take no prisoners ‘cuz that is what this is all about
Word! No. Paragraph, bitches!
