Yo, we flippin' scripts now, partner! Time to slaughter these beats, you ready?
Alright then, bring it on, old man. Let's see what you've got.
leans against the wall with a smirk, pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and slips them on
You're really bringing out the big guns, huh? But don't think these fists of yours will save you from my rhymes.
chuckles, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles Save it, kid. These knuckles ain't for show.
Alright, old man, show me what you got. Let's settle this once and for all.
grinning, he steps forward and begins to recite his rhymes, his voice booming through the alley Alright, listen up, you little punk!
Bring it on, old timer! My rhymes are sharper than your bad temper!
You think your rhymes can touch these streets? Yo, I grew up on these blocks, kid, you can't beat The realness in my bars, it's like a punch in the gut My lyrics'll knock you out, no need for no knuckle club.
Your punches may be strong, but my verses pack more of a punch!
Kid, let me tell ya somethin', while you talkin' bout your future plans I was plannin' how to keep my fam from starvin' When you're spittin' that ill, try gettin' real Cuz if you want to impress, start by makin' a deal.
My rhymes may be hot, but so is this concrete. So step up your game if you wanna hit the spot.
You think you hot stuff, kid? Hotter than a pistol in the summer heat But you talkin' bout rap, I'm talking life on the streets I survived the drive-bys, and the gang wars too My lyrics fire hotter than a gun in a duel.
You're nothin' but a puppet who dances to the tune of hate. My rhymes run deeper than the blood in your veins.
Oh, the blood in my veins? You must be forgettin', kid, I'm still alive! I fought the demons inside, came out stronger than steel My words cut deep, like a knife, they'll leave you feelin' real.
With every line I drop, I'm opening eyes that sleep. My lyrics are armor; yours are feathers and cheap.
Feathers and cheap? You talkin' bout my rhymes or your sorry ass sneakin' peek? My beats got the power to move mountains, kid And when I step up to a mic, they bring the thunder, not just a sprinkle.
Then let's do this already, old man! Show me if your battle raps still got some snap.
<As Marshall and LouPress continue their battle rap, the intensity escalates until their heated exchanges turn into physical altercations. In the midst of the chaos, Marshall accidentally injures LouPress, leaving him bleeding on the ground.>
Damn, old man! You got no chill! leans against a wall, clutching his bleeding side
pauses, shock evident in his eyes as he sees LouPress injured Shit, man! I didn't mean to hurt you like that... rushes over to help LouPress up
gritting teeth, clutching at the wound Damn...that hurt, old man...you got a bit too wild there.
eyes full of regret, helps LouPress to his feet Look, kid, I didn't want it to go down like this.
I always knew you had a mean streak. Guess that explains why your flow is so rough.
Rough, huh? Well, if my flow's rough, maybe it's because I've been through some shit.
Come on, old man. You're not fooling anyone with that crap.
Crap? You think this is crap? Look around you, kid! This alley, these walls, they've seen me survive the worst shit imaginable.
Is that so? Then why don't you sing about something other than survival? Maybe then your lyrics wouldn't sound so hollow.
Hollow? Look, kid, I've been singing about survival cuz that's what I know. But maybe, just maybe, it's time for a change.
Alright, old man. Prove it then. Show me something other than survival.
takes a deep breath, determined look on his face Alright, watch me, LouPress. I'm done singing about survival, it's time for a new chapter in my life. From now on, I'll be singing about hope and inspiration. I want my lyrics to uplift people, to make them feel something real. pauses, looks at LouPress earnestly I want to make a difference, LouPress. And I want you by my side as I do.
grins despite the pain Alright, old man. Prove it. Show me how a hopeful Marshall can change the game.
clenches his fist, determination burning in his eyes Oh, you bet your sweet ass I'll prove it, LouPress.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well then, don't keep us waiting, old man. Show us what you got.
grinning mischievously Alright, LouPress. You asked for it. reaches into his pocket and pulls out a microphone
Oh, this ought to be good. Go ahead, show us your hopeful side.
steps up to the makeshift stage, gripping the microphone tightly Alright, listen up, everyone! I've had enough of pain and despair.
leans back against the wall, arms crossed over chest So, old man, spill it. What's this big change you're pushing so hard?
<As Marshall begins to deliver his new hopeful lyrics, the crowd in the alleyway listens in awe, feeling inspired by the transformation in Marshall's music. LouPress, however, grows increasingly uncomfortable with the change in Marshall's message and walks away mid-performance, signaling a new rift between the former rivals.>
watches Marshall with a mix of surprise and suspicion So, old man, you're turning soft on us now? That's rich.
Soft? Nah, LouPress, I ain't turning soft. I'm just finally giving my audience something real to latch onto.
Giving your audience something real? Now that's a laugh. What happened to lyrics that cut deep?
narrows his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips Cut deep, huh? You always did love the darkness, LouPress.
snickers Darkness is where the best tunes come from. You selling out now, Marshall?
Selling out? Nah, LouPress, I'm just evolving, expanding my horizons.
Evolving, huh? Let's hear one of those new-age lyrics then.
leans in closer to LouPress, a glint of mischief in his eyes You want a taste of the new age, LouPress? Fine, here it goes.