Gridline Studios, Snakebite126, Commander Jacob - Chibi-Robo vs R.O.B. lyrics
[Gridline Studios, Snakebite126, Commander Jacob - Chibi-Robo vs R.O.B. lyrics]
Gridline Rap Battles chibi-Robo
Vs rOB
Begin
Hey Chibi-Robo, it's time to battle rap
A post-crash cash-grab’s 8-biting to scrap
Chibi, been me
Got the talk when I'm stepping
Novelty emcee
Collecting dust is what you're repping
Track patrol on the loose
Best dressed since Redcrest
Double deuced your deuce roots couldn’t
Stand the time test
Then you got a guest spot
Smash gave you your best shot
To revive this dead bot
But the test markets said "nah"
Quit with the flashy lasers if
You aim, you'll miss, sir
You're old and bland, an ancient mid-ister
R-O-B O-G, got flow
Freestylin' off dome, gettin' money
Stack dough (yuh)
Launch party, big show take your girl
Get low
I get the discs spinning, watch that gyro go
So Chibi's thinking of winging
It spitting sick, but he's
(huh?)
Falling flat to a Melodical Op Berating Buddy
What he spit lacks the quips, jabs
And this mans talks quick grabs, but
With Zip Lash
And Skip crashed you skipped Smash
Stuck to the stickers
Tossed in the trophy room
Then dropped out of the picture
This ain't child’s play, comrade
Go back to your room
Send the telly heli out, let him rap for you
Too
I get it, my library’s just not that stacked
But I can't find the photo
Of who the heck asked
This glorified tech demo with two
Games to his name
So don’t claim false fame when
The reviews say "lame"
I'm a remembered old friend
My legacy's hardwired
Your fans are tired, their hopes
Desires long expired
'Cause I’m sleek, geek chic
Retro giga-chad clout
But, after only ten years
They left you giga tapped out (hoo)
Who won? Who's next?
You decide gridliiiine Rap Battles
Vs rOB
Begin
Hey Chibi-Robo, it's time to battle rap
A post-crash cash-grab’s 8-biting to scrap
Chibi, been me
Got the talk when I'm stepping
Novelty emcee
Collecting dust is what you're repping
Track patrol on the loose
Best dressed since Redcrest
Double deuced your deuce roots couldn’t
Stand the time test
Then you got a guest spot
Smash gave you your best shot
To revive this dead bot
But the test markets said "nah"
Quit with the flashy lasers if
You aim, you'll miss, sir
You're old and bland, an ancient mid-ister
R-O-B O-G, got flow
Freestylin' off dome, gettin' money
Stack dough (yuh)
Launch party, big show take your girl
Get low
I get the discs spinning, watch that gyro go
So Chibi's thinking of winging
It spitting sick, but he's
(huh?)
Falling flat to a Melodical Op Berating Buddy
What he spit lacks the quips, jabs
And this mans talks quick grabs, but
With Zip Lash
And Skip crashed you skipped Smash
Stuck to the stickers
Tossed in the trophy room
Then dropped out of the picture
This ain't child’s play, comrade
Go back to your room
Send the telly heli out, let him rap for you
Too
I get it, my library’s just not that stacked
But I can't find the photo
Of who the heck asked
This glorified tech demo with two
Games to his name
So don’t claim false fame when
The reviews say "lame"
I'm a remembered old friend
My legacy's hardwired
Your fans are tired, their hopes
Desires long expired
'Cause I’m sleek, geek chic
Retro giga-chad clout
But, after only ten years
They left you giga tapped out (hoo)
Who won? Who's next?
You decide gridliiiine Rap Battles