User blog:Kungfuguy27/Samuel Morse vs Louis Braille - Lyrically Adequate Rap Battles of Nothing In Particular

The Best Part
Who the fuck are these people? Where’s Hirsch? I demand my Hirsch.

Hirsch? More like Worst!

I don’t even know the connection. But, what’s the connection between these two?! They’re so blubbing obscure!

No they’re not! They’re famous, I swear! They have famous things named after them-- The artist SAMUEL MORSE ’s Morse Code, the blind guy LOUIS BRAILLE ’s Braille writing! Famous codes! That’s a good connection, right!?

Outdated and obscure codes are for faggots and adequate writers. We are neither, friend.

Then is our series title a lie?

Our relationship is a lie.

…

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… I’m taking the dog.

If Braille had a dog, and he was a dalmatian, he could be called Blind Spot.

This is why we’re not friends.

Oh, I think you’ll find it’s why we are <3

… Let us watch battle now.

Braille can’t watch the battle :(

They are both dead, Kung. Don’t be stupid person.

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special bran note-- in my land, we celebrate giving thanks on this day. so, we give you day early raps.

Special Kung Note-- We probably won't have a beat with every battle, but this is the one that I listened to during some of the writing processes and I think it's pretty good for this battle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4UuvIEY9FQ&spfreload=10

Kung's Side-Note-- Bran and his Canadian Thanksgiving, amirite? Looks like he isn't thankful for capital letters.

The Not-as-good Part
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF NOTHING IN PARTICULAR!

{ Samuel Morse triumphantly stands in the Gallery of the Louvre, a sprawling museum featuring dozens of beautiful paintings, a handful of statues, and several artists, hard at work on their own masterpieces. Morse himself stands with a self-satisfied smirk.}

SAMUEL MORSE!

VERSES!

{ Louis Braille stands in front of the entrance to the Royal Institute for the Blind, a grouping of students present behind him, all in exquisite uniform, listening with an open ear. Everyone possesses a noticeably calm demeanor, none showing strong emotion.}

LOUIS BRAILLE!

BEGIN!

Morse:

Oh hi! I didn’t see you there, I guess you could say the same

Hey, yo Braille you’re a failure, compared to me? Where’s your fame?

An artist and inventor, I’ve got the status you lack

Though I’ve heard you’re an organist, I could call you Eyeless Jack

My code is rooted in rhythm, it might be best to retreat

I’ll jumble Braille and give Lou a brutal beat-down to the beat

‘Cause I’ve got a good fist, ask any telegraph lackey

I’ll blitz this ditz, daze him ‘til dits and dahs are all his whack ass sees

Braille:

[Braille extends his middle finger in Morse’s (general) direction]

You may talk to this finger, ‘cause the eyes aren't hearing you

I will make you like my eye, as I am lyrically spearing you

Braille’s bringing the lyrics that are hard for you to deal with

My lyric sheets are so on point, I can fucking feel it!

I’ve heard you described as the poor-man’s Bill Nye, how pathetic

I’m glad I’m blind so I can’t eye your paintings’ poor aesthetic

Class, I hope you’re taking notes of this pitiful combatant

As he fails harder than did his instant messaging patent!

Morse:

Whipping you like the Breese, relay a slaying repeatedly

You’re the lesser inventor, there’s no way that you’re beating me

I spit sicker than the illness that killed your ass so young

I mean really, your life had less decades than your code does

I created telecoms, an invention far sicker

Than your system of making books 50% thicker

To top it off I’m an artist! Every single thing I do’s skilled

You have dedicated students, yet no working pupils

Braille:

Let's take a moment to break down that oh-so ‘great’ code of yours

Good intentions soon became a way to motivate a mode of war

But most embarrassing of all is that you put forward your name

Tossing away collaboration in a desperate grab for fame

In less than a century your code proved itself irrelevant

At fifteen I found greatness, so let's address this room's elephant

I was struck down much too early like the slowly dying Hercules

But even those such as I see through your Vail’d insecurities

Use your gift of vision to watch who you’re dissin’, barely

Just because you’re sighted doesn’t mean you’re a visionary.

Poll
''Who won? You Decide!'' Morse Braille

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