Match The Song To A Game — Adam Vs CaViE

Sometimes we’re utterly confused with Adam. He does things which we aren’t fully capable of understanding, and it’s not because we don’t try, but rather because he makes little to no sense at times. Earlier this week, for example, Adam sent through an email, to the eGamer staff, which contained lyrics to his very own rap song. It’s not very good, but it’s his, and we won’t discredit him — too much.

A few hours later, Caveshen decided to reply. It’s as if the Durbanites watched 8 Mile for the first time and they’re learning to rap-battle, or something.

We decided that we’d use two songs for today’s exclusive. But, we’ll also embed Eminem’s 8 Mile, as that’s where rap-battle became mainstream, and it’s probably the cause of all of this.

Note: if you’re offended by swearing or really bad lyrics — avoid this space.

 

Adam

My name is Emcee Adman in da heezle fo shizzle
All my jiggas all crazy like a bunch of fizzlers
They hate how I represent the truest nerd
All em’ haters
All hatin’ cos’ they only Portuguese fishermen
Fuckin absurd
They be a bunch of turds

Did ya hear I’m from the motherfucking ‘burbs
Musgrave ya hear
what they gravely fear
My gonie in my pocket
Like the real deal, stop it
PS3 is awesome
Azhar will destroy ya

All you ou’s not real
Listen to my speel
I keep hustlin’
rustling some grub
I shout from towaz
Like a Debonairs pizza stack
All em’ fools don’t know what the fack I’m rapping

Cos’ I’m too legit to quit
and will never show my quips
Cos em’ cats are ‘bating
whilst I rhyming dis track
Off da edge of reason
eGamer treason

Boss rhyme done
For all these duds
My body is ready
You all fucking jelly!

YEAH BOI! YEAH!
2012! eGamer!
Word!

 

Caveshen

Yo Emcee Adman, I see you with yo raps and yo traps,
Better back the fuck off this mic or there’s gon’ be some slaps,
I’m Cavie and I’m the one put Durban on the maps,
All you’re ever good for is a neck for me to snap,
You’re a fader, less than nothing, we should call you Emcee Gayder,
You’re better off in WoW, hunting, being a raider,
I’m a boss, a thinner cooler indian Rick Ross,
I hear the women scream my name every time I floss,

And what’s this shit about Debonairs dawg, who eats that shit,
Mimo’s, bitch. Go back to playing with the fucking kids,
Whoa, I don’t mean fuck kids, but hey if that’s your thing,
I bet you really like those little dingity dingalings,
Speaking of kids, fuck Sony, I’ll put that shit in all the head-locks,
I unlock Achievements on my motherfuckin’ Xbox.
Hear that pop on the screen? That means shit’s going down,
I’m playing games and getting gamerscore, you’re just bein’ a clown,
Meanwhile you’ve got a firmware update, playing games on your own,
I think it’s time you get your bitch ass off my throne,

That’s right, I’m the King, I’m the real OG,
All you’ve ever be is a weaker version of me,
And I ain’t on no power trip like that little cunty Joff,
I’ll fuck your shit up all on my own like David Hasselhoff,
Representing eGamer, with my columnists at my back,
You better ready yourself before they bring the verbal attack,
I’ll take you any day, any way, every different kind of race,
They call me Cavie, motherfucker, know your fucking place.