the sad thing is... even though they don't have it all written out before they go up on stage... they are still following a basic formula or two.
the same thing is there with any "improv" show you see on tv.... you keep a couple of thing memorized and then just "insert name here"... mix and match a little bit but quite frankly its all pretty easy after the first one or two times you;ve done it...
it gets incredible esier when you srtat rhymign words such as "shizzle, and nizzle... or durgz and thugz.. or any number of other strange combination that have little to no bearign on real life....
I havent listned to those "cuts" beucase quite frankly it is a stupid chidish waste of time..... especially for peopel who are "makin dough" from doign somethign that easy...
and to prove jsut how easy it is... I will now bust out a rhyme coprised of all etierly real words that you can find in an eglish dictionary... I will try to keep my misspellign to a minimum but we all know how I type soemtimes
Hello you fool,
I am the Bard
I may not sound liek Tool,
But I rhyme it pretty hard
So relax, lean back
Set your load on my rack
My thoguth may seem to lack
But My words will not lose track
You think to come to me
Saying you come peacefully,
Yet you are wavieng around your guns
Liek everyoen one else here was raised by nuns
I personally wont stand
For what is stated otu of hand
by someone from my homeland
who by allrights shoudl; be canned
For they try to speak for me
abotu how my country tis of thee
but all is not what they see
for they cant hear themselves plea
Get up, stand up?
No sit down, shut up!
You want to come in my face?
I guess its time I rearrange your face.
with a set of little tweezers,
but you may call them pleasers,
for the secodn that they appear,
the crowd will start to cheer,
becuase I'm better than you,
not becuase I say I am,
but becuase I refuse to to stoop,
to where your gutter slime might droop
and becuase I like to eat ham,
not smoke a "blunt" with you.
My rhymes might be stange,
but their casually arrnaged
to my whims upn this page
not becuase I dotn want to be upsatged
You microphone may fry,
but my quill wont cease to fly
for I'm a literarry paradox,
and I've opend up pandoras box
Since when is this not easy?
my point is made, not measley
So come again when you have grown
to be withought sin so you may cast the irst stone.
(this "busted rhyme" took me approximatle 2 minutes and 38 seconds to write...not includeing a quick once over to fix obvious spellign erros that coudl have effected word interpretation)
Thank you and have a nice day....