"Damn it!" Cursed Jin as he walked out school. He looked to his side and saw a annoying smirk.
"Bah! I'll be an MC and destroy all of you!" He vowed. Jin was the type of person to be obsessed with revenge, and until he achieved it, he will do anything.
Today was very humiliating to him. Insulted in a mock rap battle, and unable to do anything but process the amount of insults!
Darn it! Is this what people in dramas meant by surviving school? And here I thought it was just words, write, and words and not actual knife fights, where one actually has to survive THE school!
With a intense rage, he walked back out of home, glaring at people who would unfortunately had their eyes laid upon his handsome young face, and be stunned when they realized they stared too long. (Except for men, they just whispered. "Lucky brat.")
"You look stressed Jin?" Said his grandpa, as Jin entered the house. It was small but . . .
Ugly. . . Though it did hold memories, for Jin, it's much more important to hold memories regarding the exam.
"Of course, I do! Old man! When will you teach me how to rap!" Roared Jin as he changed his dress in his living room.
The old man sighed, and said. "Fine! I'll teach you now!"
"Finally!" Jin entered the same room and sat on his legs, taking out a chopsticks to eat the noodles his grandpa cooked.
"How do you even rap at all?" Asked Jin with wonder "Like actual rap, using the flow?"
"It is still dangerous for you to use the flow, Jin. But I would teach you how to use the basics."
"Okay, we are getting somewhere!"
"Rhyme and diss. These two are the homies of rap. Better rhyme means better flow, and better diss means better offense."
"Example?"
"Hmm yes. Okay, the rhyme first.
The tree will grow tall!
And no more can stall,
The unstoppable wall,
Of nature's hall!
Notice the end words of each line? If you use words that rhyme with each other, you can have better grasps of the rhyme. In the diss, however, you must insult your opponent. Whether aggressively raw or cleverly hidden. Though I failed being an MC, I could still teach you these.
Why does your face look like a cartoon?
All horribly drawn like the artist was a goon,
Did your mama admit you had a auto tune for a vocal cord?
Because no words will swoon to save your spoon-shapes ass, festooned by a shewn of black racoons, only you and baboon will only eat!"
"Ooh! Can I try one too Old man?"
"Haha! That took me years to master to come up with that in a matter of seconds-"
And with a flow as sick as the bubonic plague, and a voice very extremely sprague.
"How did you even function in a society,
full of men with a gaiety,
and you rapping here with anxiety,
heck! Why did you even bother fighting me you sobriety, who pissed his pants every time I rap! What a notoriety!
I can atleast thank you for bringing me in a state of saiety!"
"Wha-" Damn, did I just raise a rap prodigy?
The old man looked at Jin with a very surprised gaze. Who quickly left not giving the old man a second to process a thought. What a day of loath, will turn to an oath of restriction, as he laid his vengeance to his hummiliators. So badly, the Court will call to him!
"Lake! Fight me or die!" Shouted Jin, as he barged to Lake's house.
"What the fu-" Lake's father was about to cuss when Jin interrupted.
"I invoke the fifth!"
"WHAT?!" Shouted Lake's mother. Invoking the fifth amendment of the World Constitution means challenging someone to a high level of rapping, in which if someone loses. He will forever lose society's respect and live worser than an prisoner, (unless the prisoner commited a major crime).
Lake came out of nowhere and calmed his mother and father. "I got this! Yo, Jin? Want to die today! I accept your challenge man!"
"Ha! I would destroy you today like what I did to your mother's bed yesterday!"
"O. . Oh my."
Lake's father looked at his wife with a curious surprised gaze.
"I'll let you the first verse!" Jin grinned widely like a madman.
"Fine! That is how you want i!"
BAM!
In a instant the Rap Police arrived on the scene, as invoking the fifth requires a supervisor, who will oversee the battle.
What a powerful flow! All of the people in the scene thought as they looked to the Rap Police.
"Begin." He said emotionlessly, standing there with a straight disciplined pose.
"Oh right, Jin, this is the sixty-ninth time, I am kicking your ass!
My mother's bed, dude? Come on, you can do better than that,
when I smashed both you and your father harder than your inexorable desire to mate with the same sex!
My raps may not rhyme, but they slap harder than what your crush did to your balls!
Are you not embarrassed? Soon you will find the shame of fighting a future MC!"
With a rap rapider than a rapid bullet in a game of chess. Jin began to flow.
"The lore of my rap is more gore than your face only mama would adore, and your papa would abhor,
No one's at home waiting for you in the door,
Not even whores received you with a hint of a ardour.
How did you even learn how to rap when you didn't even know what a book store is?
You look like a boar, horny but ugly. (Also virgin)
Gay jokes, man? You didn't think I would see you having a war, warring with a galore of naked men's magazine, which is definitely an eyesore, considering you even wore your sister's panty!"
And everyone's jaw dropped. As within ten seconds, Jin rapped faster than any mortal alived.
The Rap Police looked at Jin, impressed.
This kid. . .