Forum Roleplay Competition: Song, Poetry, Genius? --- &RPaward

[Petra]

1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.

Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o/x

Total: 2 qps

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A singer? A poet? A lyrical genius? Who knows what the original creator of this song was. Maybe he was touched by The Creator himself? I have repurposed this song to create an ode of joy in tribute to the original.

I give you - Ice Spikes Baby. By Petra Ice.

Yo, White Tower, let's kick it!

Ice spikes baby
Ice spikes baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Aes Sedai back with a brand new invention
Something, grabs a hold of me tightly
Weaves of air hold daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
My lightball, illuminates like a vandal
Light up a fireball, turn a fade into a candle

Burn
Light up a trolloc that booms
I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, channel weaves like a melody
If I lose control it’s a felony
Love it or leave it
You better give way
Flamestrike the bull's eye
These kid don't play
If there was a problem
White Ajah gona solve it
Check out my logic while my Gaidin revolves it

Ice spikes baby Petra
Ice spikes baby Petra
Ice spikes baby Petra


Now that the tower is jumping
With our weaves kicked in, the fingers are pumpin'
Quick to the point, time for some gentlin’
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon (THERE WAS NO NEED TO CHANGE THIS LINE AND I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT THAT)
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear men channel
And I chase them with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my cloak out wide so my hair can blow
The Accepted on standby
MC’s just waiting to die
Did you stop?
No, I just travelled by
Kept on weaving to the next stop
I busted the flows and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to Emonds Field
Eagles were mad, drunk wearing bikinis
Tarn in his lingerie sipping a Bellini
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Tarn with an axe and Petra weavin’ up fine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they're so tainted that they fall
Fireballs ringing out like a bell
I grabbed my angreal
All I heard were yells
Fallin' on the green grass real fast
Jumped on my horse, slammed on the gas
Nose to nose, the North Road is packed
Chasin’ em away before the hackers hack
Children on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted the tainted fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the fireball while my mad skills revolve it

Ice spikes baby Petra
Ice spikes baby Petra
Ice spikes baby Petra
Ice spikes baby Petra

Take heed, 'cause I'm a channeling poet
Aes Sedai on the scene just in case you didn't know it
White Tower, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a fireball thrill
Feasible weaves that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We weave it hard and you want to step with this
Flamestriking a fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other peoeples say, "damn"
If my weaving was tabac
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to let loose
Channeling the mad stuff while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it!
Check out the fireball while my sick skills revolve it

Ice spikes baby Petra
Ice spikes baby Petra
Ice spikes baby Petra
Ice spikes baby Petra

Yo man, let's get out of here
Word to the Mother
Ice spikes baby
Too cold
Ice spikes baby
Too cold too cold
Ice spikes baby
Too cold too cold
Ice spikes baby
Too cold too cold


*Amplified weave of air drop*

[Kordin]

[Firimei Lang]

That was fantastic!

[Auriona]

genius for sure.