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489054 No. 489054 ID: c0c515

ITE CHECK THE MIC ONE TWO ONE TWO

YE

WE RUNNIN THIS BITCH
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No. 489056 ID: c0c515
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489056

You are a BEAT APE.

You are here to get crunk, party like a fucking maniac, and throw down in ill jambattles for turf and Beat Ape BABES.

Are you

BASS DROP BONOBO

LOUD ASS LEMUR

or MASHUP MANDRILL
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No. 489058 ID: f7acde

LOUD ASS LEMUR
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No. 489059 ID: 14a1d0

MASHUP MANDRILL
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No. 489061 ID: 0006f5

BASE DROP OR I FEED
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No. 489067 ID: 05514e

>>489059
SICK FLOWS LIKE WATER, AN ICE-CHILL VOICE
THE MASHUP MANDRILL, THE ONLY CLEAR CHOICE
HIS RHYME BUILDING REMINISCENT OF KUNG FU
STARTS LOW, RISING HIGH LIKE A SHORYU-
CAN'T FOLLOW HIS BUILDUP, AROUND YOU IT SWIRLS
DIZZYING YOU BEFORE HITTING LIKE A HURRICANE TWIRL
PRIME DELIVERY DROPS YOUR ENTIRE SET TO THE GROUND
DROWNING YOU UNDER THE SWELLING FLOOD OF SOUNDS
HOLD TIGHT, STAND HARD, DROP ANCHOR AND BATTEN THE HATCHES
YOUR SPARK, YOUR FLAME'S GOING OUT LIKE A SET OF WET MATCHES
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No. 489069 ID: c0c515
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489069

It is a day for vibing low in the Beat Ape Manse.

LOUD ASS LEMUR is losing at Xbox.

BASSDROP BONOBO is reading Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu.

I am grooving to BONOBO's latest beat, the one with the click-tah-tah-boosh part. Thinking up a verse.

Em-Ash it up, tho, don't throw a fit
Here to pound back a 40 and throw my own shit
Slip on my tongue the smooth ice that I dish
Pass the banana split, Chiquita, ya bissshhh.

We're just spitballing over here.
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No. 489070 ID: c0c515
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489070

LOUD ASS LEMUR loses his shit for like the 4th time.

"Sheeeeet I have been playin Marvel for all fukkin day, my killas, we have to start some fukkin FIRES RIGHT NOW

Talkin RUMBLE in the CONCRETE JUNGLE with Jive Giraffe

Or something

We gotta throw down, though
"
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No. 489071 ID: c0c515
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489071

"LEMUR." BASSDROP BONOBO speaks. "One: I am just getting to Le Côté de Guermantes. Two: Chill. Three: If we go out today I am in no shape to drive the pussy wagon because I've been going moderately hard since, like, noon. Three: Chill. Let's have us a quiet day."

"Bruv I am going to Bust My Own Kneecap if we don't get into some Major Musical Massacre"
LOUD ASS LEMUR is bouncing off the walls.

Perhaps I should hit the pause button on these beats and intervene.
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No. 489076 ID: 05514e

>>489071
Leave the beats on one ear and step in between them.

Loud-Ass is right, those Jive-ass Giraffes promised us an herbal potpourri, if you catch my drift, and never paid up. Go figure, even after the Beat Apes sprung their asses from the hospital after they stepped to the Dubstep Dormice in their turf at the Warehouse District and went down like wet tobacco wrap.

Normally we cool, but ya gotta honor your debts and we gotta teach those long-necked losers a lesson with a lyrical licking (metaphorical, of course.)

Self-check, what are our CRUNK and TOASTED levels along with BOOZE and HERB quantities? If our C/T levels are low, tell Bassdrop we can drive the Dopemobilla.
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No. 489107 ID: 0006f5

yes an inventory is in order
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No. 489186 ID: 4e4163

Today can still be a day on the down-low. We can just scope out some territory, yeah? Get info on whoever's keeping it warm for you.
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No. 489236 ID: a00bdb
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489236

I am currently firing on all cylinders. It's aight, I'm smoking out my boy THUGASS TAPIR for his birthday tonight and he goes hard. In point of fact we may have to collect on these giraffes beforehand. The herb drawer is showing signs of shrinkage.

"Hey now." I push one of my speaks back a bit. "Now BASSDROP I respect chilling and Proust hard, my ninja, but a hyped-up clock is right twice a day. The Jive Ass Giraffes promised us a veritable Garden of Ganja Eden for helping them out with that Dupstep Dormice wrap last week and last I saw them they ain't come correct, dig?"
"Dig," says BASSDROP BONOBO. "But real though, Double M. My BMI a little high."
"BAC, my brother."
"Ye, that."
"It's aight, fool, I'm straight. Give me the keys."
"Okay, but you gonna have to wear driving gloves to keep your palm sweat from getting on the wheel.
"That's a rule?"
"Naw, just playing. Let's bounce."
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No. 489237 ID: a00bdb
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489237

"I'mma grab shotgun if you driving my P-Wagon, just sayin," BASSDROP BONOBO says. "Let me plug my thing in." He rummages around for his itouch.

"Naw but bruv if we're scrappin we need to get in the warzone" LEMUR is already halfway down the sidewalk. "Bring the hype, feel me? Gimme the hotseat."

Will I let LOUD ASS LEMUR or BASSDROP BONOBO provide the beats for the ride into the city? This is obv. a hella important decision.
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No. 489238 ID: 21e131

Loud Ass-Lemur.
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No. 489239 ID: 35edd4

It's BASSDROP's car, man, don't be a tool.
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No. 489246 ID: f50094

>>489239
His car, his tunes.
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No. 489254 ID: a00bdb
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489254

"Sorry, LEMUR, but BASSDROP's car, BASSDROP's tunes."

"No worries bruv I feel that much luv" LOUD ASS hops into the back. "Lets get this APC fukkin sliding"

"Ight, so this is the latest Critical Crow demo he gave me on Thursday," BASSDROP explains. "This shit's been on repeat, man. I feel it."
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No. 489255 ID: a00bdb
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489255

The car starts vibrating.
"GOOD SHIT, NAWMSAYIN?"
"YE I LIKE THE BMMMM VMMMM BOOOOOOOM TA TA BMMMM VMMMM BOOOOOOOM TA TA T-T-T"
"YO DID CRITICAL C PUT OUT HIS MIXTAPE YET"
"WHAT?"
"THE MIXTAPE OUT?"
"OH. NAW. HE'S DROPPING IT NEXT MONTH I WANNA GET THIS G IN THE STUDIO THOUGH HE'S MAD TALENTED."
"TRUTH BRUV"

Aight. Now the Jive Ass Giraffes normally hang in the Canopy Projects but it's around lunch time so we might find them @ the Watering Hole instead. That's a little more out of the way and I can't swing by but if they ain't there we can fuel up. I could destroy a thing of slim jims right now. Oh but if we hit up the Canopy maybe Tricky Tucan's there, he's chill.
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No. 489269 ID: 370c40

>>489255
get some lunch
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No. 489272 ID: 448481

Unless Tricky Toucan has any inclination to feed you, then I would suggest that at the Watering Hole, there is a thing of slim jims in dire need of destruction.
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No. 489277 ID: a00bdb
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489277

So the Giraffes aren't at the watering hole.

No big, there's some eats here to console me in this hour of darkness. I get like 3 slim jims and a sunny D.

"Hi Beat Apes!," CASHIER CAPYBARA says.
"What's good, CAPYBARA."
"That's uh 4.50."
I slap down a 5. "Keep the change."
"Big spender," says BONOBO.
"Thanks, MANDRILL!" she says. "Uh always nice to see you at the W.H."
"Ye. You seen the Jive Ass Giraffes around here lately?"
"One of them, yeah! JERRY I think. He seemed like uh he was in a bit of a hurry! He bought, let's see, uh. Some pepper spray and a couple twinkies!"
"Weird."
"Naw, you gotta stack up on those," says BONOBO. "Hostess is going under."
"Thanks for the foods, CAPYBARA. Sorry LEMUR is jumping on your merch."
"Oh uh don't worry about it! He's cute!"
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No. 489285 ID: 370c40

>>489277
that capybara is adorable
I can't even make suggestions on this quest anymore it is too cute
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No. 489294 ID: 9747ef

A'ight, chill. Let's check out tha projects bruv.
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No. 489989 ID: a00bdb
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489989

We bug back to the whip and I steer us toward the projects.

"Why'd Ger get that pepper shit? He one of the chillest motherfuckers I know."
"Ay, no strife," says BONOBO, looking through his music. "We'll just ask him when we get there."
"Aw wait wait bruv turn down the track turn down the track I think that's Raccoon's car," says LEMUR. "Imma shoutsout"
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No. 489990 ID: a00bdb
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489990

"Ayo! Raccoon! Homes! Whassup!"
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No. 489991 ID: a00bdb
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489991

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489992

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489993

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489994

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No. 489996 ID: a00bdb
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489996

"What a piker"
"Uh, LEMUR. I don't think RACIST RACCOON is going to want to hang out with us, ever."
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No. 489999 ID: a00bdb
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489999

We hit up the projects. Sure enough who do we see but the man himself GER GIRAFFE, with his sis GINA. They chill normally but I guess right now we got some beef to work through.

"Goddamn goddamn," says Ger as we pull in. "It's the mothafuckin cavalry. What up, Beat Apes?"
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No. 490006 ID: 78c6ea

More beats
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No. 490009 ID: 05514e

>>489999
"We three rollin' up to shake you down for that tree y'owe us, see? S'been a month, my meandering mammoth-necked mate of music and our stores're gettin' low, hence our delivery of ourselfs to you for delivery of that sweet green mix into our hands."
If he gets stuttery and lookin' like he's about to back down like the yellow-belly he's got and not hold up his end of things then interject with
"Tho if'n you care not to oblige, Lemur's ready to hop out th'ride. L.A.'s roarin ready to ramblin' rumble in your jive jungle, Ger Giraffe. So, whachu say?"
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No. 491056 ID: c00388
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491056

"What up, GINA." I say. She nods back. GINA's cool, she kicked it with BONOBO's cousin for a while. She quiet and pretty straight edge but the beatbox is ridiculous.

"Aight, doe, we three rollin' up to shake you down for that tree yous owe us, feel me? Been a month, my meandering mammoth-necked mate of music and our stores're gettin' low. And sheeit, I'm pow wowwin THUGASS TAPIR later, and you know how hard he go."
GER nods. "I know."
"Hence our delivery of ourselfs to you for delivery of that sweet green mix into our hands."
"MANDRILL I respect your crazy monkey ass but you can't just roll on up and demand that shit up front of a homie herbivore in his canopy kingdom, dog," says GER. "I'ma need you to drop some BEATS in an ILL JAM BATTLE, tho. Dig?"
"He's right," says BONOBO. "Law of the jungle, bruh bruh."
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No. 491366 ID: 9747ef

Naturally, my brotha'. Yo, Gina, hit us with a sick beat 'fore we can complete our chat and compete 'cause my rhymes are replete with clever deceit. Immuh hit you up, make you rock, break down all of your lyrical blocks. Let's get it rollin' get us goin' sing 'n shout let it out get this rhythm singin' an' jammin', holy words, devout to the goddess of rappin' clout, ya feel?
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