Game Of Schemes: The Bake Off...

The next post is quite different I want to attempt to showcase mine and friend's freestyle ability, I want to show how the mind works at rapid speed, to show you how it works mentally, I wrote everything below when I was out on the go continuously, I have not added the lines, I need you to trust in me and believe in me, I first like to thank one of my mentors and friends John Oli there’s no competitor that’s better, he’s one of the best lyrically, but this one I am leaving up to the public to decide who won, I want everything to be decided fairly and justly, but just to say whoever wins its all love be, because me and him wake and bake everyday, you can find us together needing that dough, in the bakery. I would like to add that this post is going to be one of three- four, part of a three- four piece post called the Game of Schemes:

(13:21)Alph Arley’s First Verse :

Leave a whole in your middle

                        Close you up fill you with jam

                        Shoot you with sprinkles

                        Headshot

                        Make your head top lean

                        Make it lets say come off Krispy clean

                        You got to be nuts though if you don’t like

                        My dough nuts scheme

John after you read

Come find me

Come find me in my bakery 

(13:38) John Oli’s First Verse:

 I’ve been through more dough than Homer Simpson my moneys long

                         You couldn’t jam me if you were playing NBA let alone

                         Shoot

                         I be the real bread winner when it comes to the loot

                        Your dough looks cute

                         When its compared to mine

                        Muthafuckers shouldn’t let me rhyme,

                        When I get a rating out of 10 its always 1 above 9

                         I spit bars non stop, I don’t have fear

                       My money grows your dough will always in the baker shop

                      *add lib* your going nowhere

(13:43) Alph Arley’s Second Verse:

See John your sweet

                        But seriously I will leave you with bars so sweet

                        That they will rot your teeth

                        Get some water John

                        Cus its my time to speak

                        Give you that o so special delivery

                        I'll hit you again with the dough nuts scheme

                        Look here see

                        Your bars are like a box of 6

                        Seriously what’s that to me?

                        My bars are like a box of 12

                       The difference between me and you can you see?

                       My bars are filled with cream

                       My bars are filled with custard

                       My bars are heavily iced

                       Even your girlfriend considers to be

                       Lets just say a quite exquisite delicacy

*add libs*

     

 its over

off the dome

tell her to meet me in my bakery

I just had to

(13:53) John Oli’s Second Verse:

       Your bars couldn’t even lock a convict up

Its not tight enough

Your cream and custard doesn’t have that special taste

Its not right enough

Now my first is quenched courtesy of Evian water

I asked my girl about your

Bakery she said you ought ta

Seek advice cus nobody ain’t interested

In your bars heavily iced

You need to come harder with the dough nut scheme

Ain’t nothing wrong with a vision but nigga do not dream

Of coming up against a seasoned pro like me

Coz I always swing for the fence like a big hitter you see

*add lib* off the top free styling

(14:01)Alph Arley’s Third Verse:

 See I not gonna come back with my dough nut scheme

Your asking why probably

See

It times to think bigger so I’m gonna come back

With the whole bakery

So let me ignite the flame up on blogspot

Lets see how you can handle the heat

In front of your eyes, your seeing me rise

Like bread

I know your impressed, you might shake your head

But in your heart your thinking

What's this kid gonna say next?

So let me increase the heat

And comeback with something at least

Lets say erm about 260 degrees

Seriously whats wrong with girls taste buds?

I put my hand up

Maybe my last batch of bars just didn’t weigh enough

So let me add flour

To give my bars that added kick

To give my bars that added finesse

To give my bars that added power

O shit is that the hour?

I got another batch in the oven

Its time to flip my stack, Jack?

How can I forget your name?

Jack, John, John Jack

Sorry my bad brother

Let me make it up to you

Heres a flapjack, its so sweet

Call it my little treat

*add libs*

 I could have kept on going

Its off my head

(19:04)John Oli's Third Verse:

     *add libs*

 ill be back homeboy

              Back from lunch

                     But you will be murdered

 The only time you can call me Jack is when I hit the road

I can’t even smell your cooking

So what’s that in your stove?

You can turn it to 260 degrees

Ill take it further and flip it 360

About here’s a flapjack like I’m gone eat

The food you make me g

I’m just warming up in 2^nd gear I don’t need switching

If you can’t take the heat of 360 degrees nigga get out the kitchen

The only time your bars get kick is when you’re drinking a fake red bull

You couldn’t even come up with a formula to beat me

Even if you went to med school

Forget it and stop wasting time in the bakery,

A top rhymer is what the public already make of me

Ill let you pick you pick the next rhyme scheme