Chibi-Robo vs R.O.B. - Intellectual

[Intro]

Gridline Rap Battles

Chibi-Robo

R.O.B

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Hey Chibi-Robo, it's time to battle rap

A post-crash cash-grab’s 8-biting to scrap

Chibi, been me, got the talk when I'm stepping

Novelty emcee, collecting dust is what you're repping

Track patrol on the loose, best dressed since Redcrest

Double deuced your deuce roots couldn’t stand the time test

Then you got a guest spot, Smash gave you your best shot

To revive this dead bot, but the test markets said "nah"

Quit with the flashy lasers; if you aim, you'll miss, sir

You're old and bland, an ancient mid-ister

R-O-B O-G, got flow

Freestylin' off dome, gettin' money, stack dough (yuh)

Launch party, big show; take your girl, get low

I get the discs spinning, watch that gyro go

So Chibi's thinking of winging it spitting sick, but he's (huh?)

Falling flat to a Melodical Op Berating Buddy

What he spit lacks the quips, jabs

And this mans talks quick grabs, but, with Zip Lash

And Skip crashed; you skipped Smash, stuck to the stickers

Tossed in the trophy room, then dropped out of the picture

This ain't child’s play, comrade, go back to your room

Send the telly heli out, let him rap for you, too

I get it, my library’s just not that stacked

But I can't find the photo of who the heck asked

This glorified tech demo with two games to his name

So don’t claim false fame when the reviews say "lame"

I'm a remembered old friend, my legacy's hardwired

Your fans are tired, their hopes, desires long expired

'Cause I’m sleek, geek chic, retro giga-chad clout

But, after only ten years, they left you giga-tapped out (hoo!)

Who won?

Who's next?

You decide

Gridliiiine Rap Battles