Old Mike Kalombo beat called "Klassic Dubstep", from a youtube competition years ago. This is my tongue-in-cheek entry.
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Headin' to Brissie/Gettin' them subs to shake/Reppin' the clubs
Parkin' the cars at the servo/Standin' on wheels/I'm steppin' on dubs
Peggin' the bubs and babes/Cruisin' the bay/We ruin the day
But keep the beat supreme/The bass extreme when the evening comes
I used to listen to Hova all day long
You could say Jay-Z raised me or call me the son of god
Try and fight me and lose/chose life/the right choice
I bring the noise of a voice to fuckin' silence you boys
'Cause the violence employed is at my sole discretion
Motherfucker better change or at least change direction
'Cause I'm winning this shit when I show in your section
It's like removing confection from an infant's posession
Though I would really like to keep on rippin' these iller-fools 'cause it might seem fun
It just took a lotta work to keep spittin' these syllables like a machine-gun
Played like a scene from the dreams of Charlie Sheen/Run
Away/If you wait another day it might not seem dumb
You'd think by hearing the shit that I spit from my lips that people would hate it
And some of them don't even understand 'cause they really don't believe that I made it
But people follow/They're amazed at when I start rhymin'
It's just like I could swallow air and then I'd fart diamonds
The sweetness of these feelings repeating themselves
And breathing through pieces of clouds and reeling from
Hearing the loudness of it/We defeat 'em with sounds so hot
It's prophetic/The story is epic/Everyone's read it before
And never let it be said that we'd ever regret it/This is the test
And you'll never get it if you don't do your best
So I do my best but I know that this won't receive the thumbs
That it needs to succeed and I think it's a really dumb
Way to judge instead of basing the contest on proper skill
I'm rockin' hills and watchin' coppers lock up boppers poppin' pills
That shock you feel is natural when you're witness to greatness
Comparing your own to mine is reason enough to hate this
Because your shit's like stabbing bamboo into your cuticles
My rhymes are like sex with Lucy Liu/Lines that are fucking beautiful
See I'm a pimp, and what you gotta understand is
I'll slap you so fast the mark's there before my hand is
Be careful who ya facing when you're dropping somethin'
They call me Breaker even though I stop at nothin'