"Alright alright, settle down, we've had a tie breaker! The winner of the first rap battle is... SOUNDWAVE! And so, said mech will come back to rap again, as well as two new mechs who had been asked for."
Grinning, Aria-Three disappeared back stage, a few, silent seconds passed by, and then, she immerged, shoving Soundwave onto the stage and shoving a microphone into his hand.
"Go on mech, where's the thank you speech?"
Soundwave stared at the microphone, then turned to the femme, visor flashing.
"Soundwave: unaware of speech, has not prepared."
A few mech and femmes in the audience snickered, in which, seemed to annoy the stoic 'con.
"Soundwave: thankful. Express: in rap."
"There you have it! Aria chimed in, clapping for the music to start.
"Everyone, SOUNDWAVE!"
Said mech stood still for a minuet before retracting his visor and mask, seaming to think about what he was to say, and then...
"Rick-ah-tick-tick-tack, don't put me back on the rack, I'm coming back for an attack, optics dark as I laugh. You see? These humans have their minds set right, picking me for another night, they know who's best, better then the rest, I'll pass any test, just shove it in my face, taking off the mask. Leave them all screaming with a heart attack.
I was born for the stage, I was born for the fame, raggity aft, I was made for the game. You were made for the rage, held locked in the cage, stuck blocked with the chains, shell shocked full of pain, big balls- so they say.
Going insane from the lights on the stage, getting drunk off the words that are written on this page, don't need to rehearse, edit or save, it just comes out I won't remember half the words that I say.
So, G1 I was a little creepy there, although i was always prepared, repaired, And that the voice had me stare. Animated they ruined my cover, what kind if mech plays the same music over and over? A gift for a child? Please, this is me, do I look like a gift you shove under the tree?
But they bumped it up with Transformers prime, a mystery mech with a scary side, a computer mask, can't see my eyes, a master spy, master of disguise, no more boom box, I'm a flyer in the sky.
We're transformers- were robots in disguise, you know how it goes, were more then meets the eye, so look alive before you die, because I won't think twice while I'm alive.
It takes time to come up with the perfect Rhyme but once your on stage the words just come to mind, you all are screaming my name I swear I'll be written in the hall of fame.
If there are to many Autobots I'll jump in with a bang-bang. Yes lord Megatron, we were thinking the same thing.
Gun sounds like Baw with da baw, dang-dang
And then I jump in with Pow-pow, chicka, pow, chicka, wow-wow
Got my spike in your girls valve, valve-valve
Jealous now, wont back down, down-down
Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh-huh, how-how chick wow, nigga bow wow. how does it sound sa-sa sound now?
Thank-you for your time, your hands and your breath. You all know who's the best of the best, this may be short but its as sweet as it gets, hand this mic over to a new mech, a true mech, this is how we do, mech.
[verse 2 Ironhide.]
A true mech, humph, getting soft on me now? Should I back up before your hands on me now?
I swear, these Decepticons are getting softer by the hour, so soft that, will I have to cower?
Are you feelin' lucky punk?
Aren't you full of luck? Why don't you Come a little closer, my cannons aren't afraid to give some early closure.
Powerful, heavy, fast, large, my cannons take less time to charge then it does for your spike to discharge, Recharge. Counting down the seconds until your optics fade, what's on your mind mech, getting laid?
My weapons zappin' your flappin' things could happen while your stafin' With a small buzz they come to life, ready to aim, I'm ready to fight, defending my Prime, an honor of glory, I don't need yours, I've heard that same story.
When I say tick, you say boom
TICK, BOOM, TICK, BOOM
stop the world from impending doom
Killing 'cons cause its what we do,
Were Protecting the humans home too, Driving by yeah mech we zoom so Huncker down in your Mommas whoom, way deep down in a hidden her tomb.
Cower in fear, headlights and dear, your blood I will smear, all year, look, I'm shedding a tear! Isn't it clear? Deaf, can you hear? Of course not my cannons blew off your ears!
Ha! Where's your all mighty warlord now? Left you behind, he probably fled from the town, come on mech, take a bow, its time for me to end your pathetic existence."
Ironhide retreated backstage after the fleaing Soundwave, the lights shed a shadow on the curtain, Showing Ironhide lift the silent mech up and toss him into the wall, cannons powered, many shots could be heard as the shadows got smaller.
Something shattered, a grunt was heard, then, Ironhide popped back on stage microphone in hand, a little bit of energon hiding on his frame.
"We are the Autobots soldiers.
And were Facing a war over again.
The Decepticons won't take over
We have the strength to face them.
One way to stop the war today.
It may be hard for us to face,
Theres only one way to stop this invasion, and its complete...
...elimination.
Wait... Where's Prowl?"
"JAZZ!" Prowl hollered, quite literally being dragged out from behind the curtain by Jazz, who, was grinning from audio to audio.
" I don't understand the point of this." Prowl snarled, jerking his hands away from the unstable mech, dusting imaginary dust from his chassis.
"Come on baby, ya got This." Jazz encouraged, giving Prowl an extra push towards the centre stage for good measure, Prowl, who just got a glimpse of the crowed, sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I can't even~"
a microphone being shoved into bis face cut off Prowls sentence, Aria snickered in the crowed, trusting the others' to handle the problem, Ironhide could be seen shaking his head and heading back stage, cannons whirling, mostly likely to finished off what he started.
"Take the microphone and rap it mech!" Jazz pumped his fists when Prowl snatched the microphone from Jazz's claws none to gently, he glared at the saboteurs mocking smile. Prowl sighed.
"If I glitch, it is you're fault." Prowl snapped, pushing Jazz towards the curtain.
"Whatever you say Prowler!" With that, Jazz threw open the curtain and fled inside, leaving Prowl to stare after him, however, he turned, shoulders tensing as he faced the crowed.
"Primus help me." He muttered, before lifting the microphone to his lips.
"First of all this music is vulgar, singing to a beat while you all act like vultures, picking savagely at each others scrap, just to see who's got the better rap.
It's illogical to end every sentence with a word that you rhyme with the next, its actually absurd, what kind of human started this pathetic trend? I'd like to see to his... untimely end.
I'm a tactician, a planning machine And its the only thing that makes sense to me. Some mechs need to smarten-up, what you say makes my processor numb. You're completely dumb. No it's not a trick question... Was it even a question? I think you need some perfection, or at least some 'protection.'
Because we certainly do not need more of you running around,
But If that were the case, I think I'd have to go underground, hiding from the fact that there's TWO of you, so do my a favor? And think before you... Do.
It's not hard to see the bravado in your optics, maudlin, weakly emotional but that's off topic.
I'm avant-grade, advanced in the field, my plans are kitsch, they really do appeal. Oh, so you're devoted to self-gratitude? But are you going anywhere with that attitude?
Hedonist is what I would call you, when your too self absorbed to see what goes on around you, your burst into battle head-on with no plan, thinking it is there you won't make your last stand.
Strictly by-the-book you break a rule you see to me, it doesn't matter if 'its nothing' its the way things have to be.
I didn't chose this Alt form for just the color or the look. I chose the police car because its similar to what I do. Respect me, I am a form of the law, and those who don't listen get locked behind bars. I'm not real skilled but I'm hard to see, quick on my wheels nimble on my feet.
Your a Mac computer using dial up speed, I have an advanced mind-frame that Time Warner can't beat.
I'm in the hall of fame, your on the wall of shame, I'm Thor and your my opponent, You rodent, I'm omnipotent so hold still when I'm reloading
Just know that I should not be woken.
Autobot-centric of all the shows.
They keep the Decepticons on the down low.
You can try as you might but its the way it goes,
Even Hasbro knows...
-Let me dumb it down for a minuet... I'm going Out of Character while I'm getting in it-
And so, I'm flying in in a damn U.F.O landing now to steel your flow, all the 'glitches know, like whoa. Let it go, we all know your beat is slow, just no, you aren't anything but a deprived hoe, grinding on everyone because you need the doe, what's wrong 'bro?' Am I going to slow?
Your all perplexed, looking distressed, but your all nothing more then a bunch of rejects, becoming transfixed on random objects because your too distracted, I'm being hon-nest.
I'm not trying to peeve anyone off.
you told me to rap so I'm acting like god.
I'm acting high-up, but actings not enough, Im acting all tough, well not acting but... well, fuck..
We all know that something's amiss, something no one can miss, can you feel it growing nearer?
Heating up, can you feel the fever?
I have a challenge, you'll be the receiver, I'll be the deceiver.
Can you deliver? Can you be quicker? Can you cross the river? Can you beat this singer?
I have three words for you.
Dream on, Dreamer."
Prowl dropped the microphone to the ground and spun on his heel, his doorwings twitching, not even giving the crowed a second glance. Aria three slid her ways back on stage and picked up the microphone, shooting the crowed an apologetic smile.
"Seems like someone's grumpy." A few people laughed, Aria waited for the laughs to die down before she continued.
"Well, there you have it, mechs, femmes, humans, our second rap battle! Soundwave was the previous winner, and so, can be chosen to win again, and so are Prowl and Ironhide, any mechs that have already rapped can be put in the next segment, I hope you enjoyed tonight's rap battle! As always, review who you want to win, and who you want to see next, Goodnight everyone!"