Relay (Remix)

[Wordsworth]
Welcome to the first annual Freestyle Marathon
The fee is to be an MC, you don't need to have a song
Once the drums drop, the beats begin
Rap till you run out of rhymes or too embarrassed to speak again
Off of top or written competition, track meets for compositions
Of rap athletes in top condition
And lane one is Words, known for his penmanship
Lanes two through...well they're not worth mentioning
{gun shot}
And they're off, Words has a comfortable lead
Excellent breathing technique and needs nothing to read
Following is Never Ender, good contender but selfish
In cipher's don't know when to stop and let someone else kick
Ain't coming off, 'bout to suffer another loss
Here comes Sore Loser, who quickly cuts across
Sore Loser fills the stands when his relatives come
Always loses battles but they still tell him he won
In lanes four and five are Fraud and Ablib
Almost collapsing from asthma gasping as time elapses
Damn, they just got disqualified
Cause four said he was off the head but five was jumping in on every line
And six missed the mixer who claims off the top with writtens
Starts off a'ight, but winds up forgetting
For a second, they let him try to keep on spitting
Give him a second chance to start over and the cats just skipped him
Looks like the cipher getting shorter
Let me see that surprise but damn he throws the cycle outta order
Flash back to Words, 100 laps going strong on the track
Looking around and alone in this match
And it's a new world record
4.5 when Words crossed the finish line at the same time the batteries died

[Rise]
Freestyle Marathon and I got the baton
Ain't no baton in a marathon, I'm already gone
So please skip it, I'm gonna make sure that we win this
Too close toward the finish, I'm banging your knees with it
Stress from label to label, I downed a few Guinness
Felt unstable but able to break Bruce Willis
Now add a few drinks with a drop of juice in it
And now the clubs flooded with cops and Sue Simons
Who's timid?
I'm just always scheming on shit
Who's the illest?
The decision never seems to be split
I'm heaping this shit, no rules to how we make it is bugged
Now switch topics, jump from a race to a club
And, the longer the hoes the longer the toes
It doesn't have to make sense man as long as it flows
Long as it goes over a beat the audience knows
Now-a-days I can keep rhyming long for the whole
Song till this long marathon is over I know
It's longer than the 16 bars I usually go
I over do it
When people telling me just to wreck it
Rhyme till the needle hits the centerpiece of the record
Spending weeks in the session, no one heard from me since
Rap till Pack has to press like a 13"