Chapitre 2: Rhyme Battle
Hi everyone, just stopping by to let you know that English is not my official language, so mistakes may occur frequently when writing this story. Also, the rhymes were made in Portuguese and later translated into English, so most are not rhyming in English. Furthermore, some rhymes were made by me, but others were copied from Brazilian rhyme battles.
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" The time has come to decide the winner of this edition, the two best MC'S of today in a confrontation, one wanting to kill the other, just the way we like it. Remembering that a week of studio sessions is worth it, thanks to our sponsors. " Bob said while showing a CD from one of the label's MC'S and preparing the audience's vibe for this next battle.
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"Don't forget to check out their CD, it's hot. Well, I'm not going to say any more, just get on this stage now, the MC with the most titles from this battle and my brother, welcome him with a lot of noise guys. LOOGICCC! "
The public, who were already looking forward to the start of the battle, found themselves euphoric at the prospect of the start being even closer, so they screamed wildly at the announcement.
"WOOOOOOOOUUUU"
"MATA ELE LOGIC"
"MAKE HIM COME BACK CRYING TO MOM"
"Alright guys, that's the spirit. Just be careful not to scare the newbie. Everyone knows that the final is a totally different battle, especially if it's against Logic. I just hope this kid's mother doesn't cry too much. " The audience hearing this instantly laughed as if to express that they agreed with the presenter.
"He's the surprise of the night, the guy with the best fatalities (term used to express that that rhyme killed the opponent in reference to the game Mortal Kombat.) of the night, if I'm lucky I hope it doesn't end now. Receive it now... ACEEEEEE!"
Ace passed through the crowd, with the audience immediately moving away from his presence, until he reached the front of the stage, where he quickly shook hands with his friends to say goodbye and climbed onto it.
As soon as he went up, Arthur already noticed the look that his opponent was giving him, in the battle of rhymes, in addition to the rhymes, gestures and posture mattered a lot, so he immediately returned the look. The two looked at each other as if they were worst enemies, in a way that no one would doubt if at any moment during the battle they dropped the microphone and really went in for the punch.
The battle followed the pattern of street battles, 2 rounds with each one lasting 30 seconds, that is, if in the first round "A" started attacking, in the second he would respond. Whoever would start attacking in the first round was taken on "odd or even", which this time was won by Ace, who chose to start by responding.
"So come on, DJ, drop the beat on this shit and let's let these 2 kill each other. Logic begins. "
"Come on then, you're dead kid. " Logic said into the microphone while making a neck-slashing gesture.
" He won on odd or even, but he asked Logic to start, it's obvious that the little girl is scared
It's normal, I would be too if my opponent was the best in the area and gave me a face-off. "
He rhymed, casting a cold look at Arthur and using a somewhat mocking tone, the audience was set on fire from the first rhyme, letting out some screams.
"I prove to you with my rhymes that I'm a better MC
I'm rhyming like I'm a damn deity, always leaving you breathless
And today after I kill you with God over me you will speak"
With another small punch came some screams from the audience, but nothing major.
" Is it too early or just in these verses have you already realized that it's worse?
After here I'm going to the studio to record
Fill that place with bitches and smoke, to do things that shouldn't be recorded
Meanwhile this guy is just talking to some skinny girls
They give a little kiss and run home to write in their diary. "
Once again he used a mocking tone when delivering the punch, but this rhyme was better constructed, which drew a few more screams from the audience, who started screaming again, wanting their opponent's head.
At that moment, the presenter also signaled the end of the 30 seconds. Even so, according to the custom of rhyming battles that MCS can last a little longer than the beat, Logic continued, now rhyming without the beat.
"Fuck you kid, take my middle finger!
When I'm with my brothers you know there's danger in the parade
We are all always armed and dressed in Prada. "
As if infected by the public's energy of wanting blood, he released this rhyme in the most aggressive tone possible, his veins stood out on his neck and his eyes were wide. He closed the round by giving Ace the middle finger and throwing the microphone towards him, while letting out trash talk.
"It's not my fault little boy, go cry in your hot mother's lap. "
Arthur didn't even bother to respond, he just picked up the microphone, released some test sounds and continued waiting for the DJ to release the beat while facing his rival.
At the moment the DJ dropped the beat, Arthur was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice, he found himself stuck remembering his entire past in another life as a promising Brazilian singer and his first 16 years of life in this life, which didn't work. they were exactly lived by him, but they seemed to be totally part of his life, of all his experiences.
It was only when he heard some boos directed at him that he snapped out of his daze.
"Yeah, yo, come on. "
"I went up on stage and he was staring at me.
Honestly, my brother, this is strange to me
You can look at me, look deep into my retina
I'm not scared by rhyme, much less by size. "
As soon as he started to rhyme the audience immediately fell silent, the sound of his voice on the microphone seemed magnetic to the audience, causing everyone to pay maximum attention to his verses and in this first verse he brought a well-constructed punch that drew more screams than any rhyme from your opponent in this first round. Furthermore, his flow was very different and fit perfectly.
All of his gestures, tone and form of speech seemed to fit perfectly with the delivery of the rhyme. It was delivered in a totally "dirty" way, as if it were a threat, or rather, a warning. Ace looked Logic in the eyes, used a low, almost threatening tone of voice, his voice oozed confidence and his body gestures seemed completely relaxed. Despite the screams he took a slight pause, letting the audience scream and then continued rhyming and the audience quickly fell silent as if they were hypnotized by him.
"Now I teach you a stop, act like it's natural
My words embed knowledge in minds, this is normal
There is no better MC, they are just different ideas
From hyped to unknown
What lives in the center or in a hidden place
What you know about your potential and what you don't believe in
The MCS are fighting and they are all the same"
When releasing this verse his posture was totally different from the previous one, transitioning from one to the other in a completely natural way. His veins stood out in his neck due to the aggression and strength he put into his words, perfectly completing the construction of his rhyme which was impeccable and delivering the words as if it were a punch to his opponent's face.
The public previously in favor of Logic had already completely switched sides and were screaming like crazy for the rhymes of this new rising MC. Which then continued.
"I'm killing you today because I'm full of pace
You're talking some shit about emotion
You will come home today sad and write an essay
"Dear Diary, today I took a beating for Ace." "
Ace finished his verse with a completely mocking tone, as if he was imitating what his opponent would write but in a little girl's voice.
"WOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"
The audience screamed as if they were possessed by what they had just heard, completely excited, the effect of the alcohol had completely lost its value and all that was left was the excitement with the rhymes in their minds.
They continued shouting like that for a long time, while Ace with a smile on his face, completely proud, looked at the audience.
" Damn, what a fucking response from Ace, Logic's attack was incredible but the response... It was really badass. I don't think I even need to vote, based on your reaction, the winner of the first round has clearly already been decided. But nothing is defined, let's go to the second round. You get Ace. DJ, release the beat on this shit. "
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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