AshtonBlades

*Grabs the mic* Now listen carefully, to this perspective, Listen as I crush you with my lyrical objective, You're just another pawn in this game I play, Unimportant and standing in my way, A doormat you are, you clean my boots, As I lock you away with the rest of the chicken coop, I'll turn up the heat, higher than you can take, My rhymes slap you around like a box of Shake n' Bake, What's that you say? When will I ever learn? Once you try harder to win, this championship you gotta earn, When we rhyme the sign says "Viewer discresion Advised", They just don't want the crowd to see me make you cry, You're just another greenhorn at this game, But you're proving to be a challenge, I'm glad you came. *Smiles and gives her back the mic*

*Takes the mic again* Hey, look! It's the amateur girl, You'll get blown away as my style unfurls, Every time I knock you down you come back for more, You'll just get burned, 'cause I'm hotter than the core, I'm here, I'm gonna be here for a long time, You'll never hear Blade kick the wrong rhyme, I got this game tied up like a phone line, I suck you up like a sour green lime! I am the master of this rap fest, Everyone's afraid because they know that I'm the best, Now I hand the mic back to you, So you can show me what you do.

Well, it can only get better from there. Chin up!

Your heart's aching right now. Try again later, dude.

*Takes the mic back from Salinye* So now you think that I'm am your peasant, You rap the past, I rap the present, So you say that my rap is flat, You've got to be kidding, with yo' amateur crap, Yo, you just another novice that's about to get burned, How I got so good, well that's none of your concern, I spit these rhymes, with stylistic division, I'll snipe you away, with rapid precision, You flow like jagged rocks on display, I flow like the river on a cool sunny day, Say, you think because you can rap that your okay? Wait, you can make two words rhyme, hooray! A five year old kid can make two words rhyme, You're just nothing, my stuff is sublime, I rip you up like a Great White Shark, Your stuff is boring, I'd be better off staring at bark, Like you said, you runnin' with the big dogs now, When I'm done, you be staring at me like, "How?"

*Ashton stares at her in disbelief, then takes the mic.* Who are you, the new Lil' Kim? I take yo' mediocre rhymes and snap them like a Slim Jim, I'm the Freestyle King man, come on, get it right, You're just a dim star, my star shines bright, Sorry, your rap has gone awry, After I flame you you be talking about yo' problems on Maury, I'm a gentelmen, ladies first, But after that, gentelmen no more, prepare for the worst, I'm authentic, I don't curse, Spit it so hard, you forget your next verse, You can be the bard, I'll be the knight, I can make Mona Lisa smile, 'cause my rap is nice, Now I'm gonna stop my ongoing status quo another day, you can be the side show. *Gives her the mic back and waits patiently*

*...AshtonBlades snatches it from time ends* Hey yo, I smell a smelly smell that smells and really smells, Oh wait, it's BPO, the stink of his rhymes dwell, The Blade is always sharp, I'm hot like hot sauce, I take this blade and cut yo' BigPointyStick off, Watch the Great One as he comes out the blue, Snatch the mic, and light up the crowd like a lit fuse, But as for you, your fuse is slowly dimmin dude, Stop trying to be nice and be crude, Watch me as I acheive nirvana, Take a belt, draw it back, and spank yo' mama, Now take the mic, and what you got to to, As I laugh at you, and you and your dirty crew.

*Goes up to stage again and snatches the mic away. Gives The Big Pointy One and Wyvern a big grin, and raises the mic to his mouth.* Ya'll didn't think you could leave me out, It's not double anymore, a fourway 'bout, BPO can't see me, you think you could? I snap the Big Pointy Stick and then use it as firewood, Pestilence is dope, but a pet still, I crush you like them flies that I see on the windowsill, Wyvern may be the only match to me, but there's no way he'll ever be the Freestyle King, I am the best, I always prevail, Rhymes bounce off of me like I got on ringed mail, All three of you wack, you can't do it, Cock the pistol and then light you up with my lyrical bullets, My pen is mighter than any sword or stick, Ya'll are just nothing, rhyming just forget, get off the stage, it's my time to shine, You need to learn alot more about the way of rhyme, Now her's the mic, I've said my lot, Bring out your potential, let me see what you got. *Holds out the mic for anyone to take.*

*Walks menacingly up to the stage and snatches the mike from The Big Pointy One. He tightens his du-rag and points to time ends in it audience* Yo, you spit all wildly, like you blind, Just an embarassment to all of the rappin' kind, Eminem don't like you, he'll just fire you, If your daddy was a label even he wouldn't hire you, Time ends? is that yo' name, Go back into your abyss with shame, You're not different, yo' rhymes sound the same, With your written lyrics yo you can't stay in the game, Fo' shame, you ain't go nobody else to blame, Just try to tame aman, that can't be tamed. *shoves mike in time ends hands, and sits back down in the audience*

Let your life sing.

NOTE: This is to no one impaticular. OH NO! I'm back again, Here to start it up after whynotsin, Yo, AshtonBlades is back, I do it so tight I make a white man turn black, Yo rap is wack, you won't get any slack, Just go away and start to sniff yo crack, jack, I beat you down like the WWE, 'Cause you must be crazy, to challenge me, You can't take it, you can't cope, Go away, I'll make you just lose all hope, Yo, I got to get out of here, Before I lose it, and then start to jeer.

I never thought I'd ever find rappers galore, On this place they call "The Pen is Mightier than the Sword." Dudes just rhyming everywhere, Just rapping and battling around without a care, Yo, BladeMan started this stuff out, Then came Alaeha and Wyvern, they know what it's about, Peredhil is the way to go, Unless you choose whynotsin, and you go with his flow, The Death of Rats is at the top of his pack, If you don't like him, you don't know jack, Then I come again to play, Then comes Falcon, followed by Jareena Faye, You can't hold us know, couldn't hold us then, You better watch your back, down here at the Pen!

That's the stuff right there! *Gives Falcon2001 a Golden Mike Award* Good stuff, man!

*AshtonBlades and Ouji Sama walk onstage to the already cheering crowd. They both start a duet.* Yo, AB and Ouji just can't be touched, If rap were a test, we'd both get an A plus, BladeMan with his rapid mobility, Ouji with his passionate poetic ablity, It's like SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! Right there in yo' face, We'll just embarass you, and put you in your place, *At this point, the crowd rocks their heads to the beat, waving their hands* I'll cook you well done, like Harry Potter house-elves, You may as well just start basting yourselves, Ouji'll is passionate, his flower isa bloomin' He'll just leave you cryin' in confusion, We better stop now, it's time to go, You know who we be, the Dynamnic Duo!

*Ashtonblades walks on the stage and confronts Alaeha* So now you are trying to play games with me, Embarass me, then start shaming me, Man please, ya rap is way off the map, You better off on the porch, smokin' crack, But I won't hate, I'll still give you yo' props, But after this battle you gon' be washin' my socks, Like I said before, you rockin' with the best, I blame you, then snatch that ice off yo' chest, I'll let you go now, because I'm so nice, Cause' if you spit with me, you only live twice, Just leave right now, I'm on the scene, Stand aside, and watch me gleam With pride, You can just stand there and watch your rhymes die, Only then will you know and see, That you are sorry of the day that you ever met me! Nice rhymes Alaeha! I hope to battle you again soon.

I stick to pen and paper. While a computer is more convienent, pen and paper really goes along with what I write. I only use a computer for final copies.

Yo, why do you try to see me with amateur crap? Battlin' with me, you're just walkin' into a trap, BladeMan startin' this freestyle up, I fizzle you faster, than Sprite in a paper cup, Save your beginner crap, for all of the rest, You rockin' with me, you rock with the best, Yo, all my rap is illmatic, I spit it so good, it'll make you an addict, Plus, I'm sorry but you can't step with me, I pound you, drown you, then surround sound you, My rap will surround you with static, So quit the rap game, and stop while your at it.

Hey yo, I spin off rhymes to pass the time, Even Tupac Shakur would say my rap is sublime, I kill the mic with my different possibllities, I spit it out like fire, with rapid agility, You're just a waste of the rap game kid, I'll just overpower you, like System Id, The stuff you spit would make Biggie ashamed, So just go home, forget it, you can't stay in the game, Come see this, I'm just a poetical genius, My rap will hit with attacks like Zemus, Peace out, I'm done, I goin' outta here, Come challenge me if you want but beware!

Hey! I'm a writer, too! YAY!^__^