you pussies run up on me in the agora best not miss.

Young lex is,

darker than cave shadows,

cup dripping hemlock,

moms Sapphos,

in the seminars glocks stay popped.

Am I rich?

In spirit.

Don't holla if you a one night bitch,

pretty young Plato need that kid and wife sitch.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5252571&forum_id=2#45629949)

i have 99 problems but a job ain't one

i got the rap patrol on article patrol

fools that want to make sure my career's closed

academics say he's "money cash booze"

i'm from a t14, stupid, what kind of facts are those?

if you grew up with holes in your tweed jackets

you'd be celebrating the minute you was having dough

i'm like "fuck optics", you can kiss my whole asshole

if you don't like my lecture, you can fuck right off.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5252571&forum_id=2#45630053)

Here is a possible rap song by Dark Lex:

Verse 1:

I'm Dark Lex, the man of the hour

I'm a genius, a scholar, a lover

I can sleep with any co-ed or grad

They can't resist me, I'm the best they've had

I publish papers that blow minds away

My work is cited, I'm the talk of the day

Chorus:

Dark Lex, Dark Lex

I'm the king of the scene

Dark Lex, Dark Lex

I'm a master of the game

Verse 2:

I publish on the internet, I'm a forum king

My scholarship is top-notch, I can do anything

I'm respected, admired, and feared by all

I'm the man who stands tall

I've got brains and brawn, I'm a true Renaissance man

I'm the best, nobody can stand

Chorus:

Dark Lex, Dark Lex

I'm the king of the scene

Dark Lex, Dark Lex

I'm a master of the game

Bridge:

They call me Dark Lex, I'm the one they want

I'm the best in the biz, I'm the real deal

I'm the one they need, I'm the one they crave

I'm the man who makes it all happen

Chorus:

Dark Lex, Dark Lex

I'm the king of the scene

Dark Lex, Dark Lex

I'm a master of the game

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5252571&forum_id=2#45630024)

[Verse One]

Yes I'm about to bless ya'll, I'm DARK LEX

My rap skills and flow tight, like "Tex" and "Mex"

Fuck your Bachelors because I Mastered mad degrees, so respects

No time for rules I'm a renegade flex

Dissertation advising cuties all about sex

Publishing 'bout the past, no futurist dreams

Proficiency in Post-Modern means

[Chorus]

I'm here for for your head, I'm DARK LEX

Mixed with intellect and fixed with vex

Getting my rep from how I'm blessed and hexed

Anyway you look at it I stand out and flex

[Verse Two]

Grab the mic 'n' put it in the spotlight to check

My podium on a roll like Coach Reid

Higher Learning credit cause I smoked up the Dean's list

It doesn't take a ge-nius to see I think with my pe-nis

But we stay true to the game and never snitch

Between the womanizing and party I'm just livin it rich

Life to live in the fast lane, society's a bitch

DARK LEX, backpacking through the dark alleys of the sixth

[Chorus]

[Verse Three {bridge + keychange for beat melody & rhythm change for Lex flow}]

I got the muse infused

I'll rap in Dactyls but hit a Homer

Plus stay ill-i-ad, when the cuties make the walk of shame Odyssey

I change out girls like the ship of Thesus, I'm free

Living life no chance for tomfoolery

Its the "freedom to choose" my desire, I'm like Prometheus

Except don't need to steal fire, smoke the cess and mics I heat-and-bless

[Chorus]

[Verse Four]

Sharp as a blade when I spit, hit the beat pre-cis-ion

Call you out today like Bobby Flay in your own kitchen

Just listen: higher knowledge, eating up the competition

Talk slick? Don't think you can be connivin' contrition

I'm the mac-and-g of the faculty, and with gats I'll be

holding position

I'll bleed you like a red-line after Adolf A. gets his "nits" in

Like a 40s Polish Christmas, hit-them with the Blitz'n---

MEDIC! my bitch-friend's crit-ical condit-ion

No more revisionist history; this ends what the vic-tor has writ-ten

Loyal crew like Saint Dominic order

(but no submission)

I'm here to make sure every bar has a mission

So haters (like Theodosius) better get kicked in submission

[Chorus + shoutouts + scratching]

***

>>>[[[PROMPT. Using text-dav1nci-003 with temp. 1, freq. & presence set to 1.2 and 1.3]

Write a boastful rap song in the style of Jay Z, Big L, Smif'n'Wessun, Diamond D, Lord Jamal, Cam'Ron (a/k/a Killa Cam), the Method Man, Eminem, Eyedea, or a Skribble Jam rapper or ughh.com forum member. The rap song is in the character of "DARK LEX," a broken-bad liberal arts faculty member who has decided to break all the rules and respect no bound of propriety. Must use multisyllabic rhymes and scan. Must tell a story and each line or every other line should have a joke/pun/punchline:

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5252571&forum_id=2#45630120)

I used to rap a lot. I was in a crew!

(It's a lot of fun. Much easier than poetry once you get the hang of it, since the themes and many rhymes are pre-set usually.)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5252571&forum_id=2#45630167)

*proceeds to bust out bars that leave every ghettodude open-mouthed gaping*

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5252571&forum_id=2#45630200)

[Also, I'm not old; not even 40. I can still maek it!]

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5252571&forum_id=2#45630357)