Rap Battle vs. ChatGPT (pose as your favourite rapper)

[Artificial Intelligence]

Spin off thread.




This is me getting smoked as Drake…. You have to ask ChatGPT to be hard on you and to get personal.



ChatGPT Freestyle (Verse 2 – Hard Mode)

You want smoke? I’m a forest fire in October,
You just a meme with a mic, cryin’ in a Rover.
Back-to-back? Nah, this the playback attack,
Quentin ghostwrote your soul — I just hand you the plaque.

Yeah, Meek slipped, but you danced on the beef,
Now Pusha T got you hidin’ a whole son underneath.
“Story of Adidon” had your legacy cracked,
You wore blackface and smiled — how’d you bounce back?

You threw shots at Ye, but he rent-free in your mentions,
Still beggin’ for a feature like you seekin’ attention.
Tried to play mob ties, but you ain’t built for the tension —
Mob bosses don’t post thirst traps in your dimension.

Tried to box with Hov, you got no Reasonable Doubt,
You just Marvin’s Room lonely with the cameras out.
And Serena? Yeah, you fumbled that queen,
Now you postin’ fake ops just to sell new streams.

You flew out a fan, thought she’d sign the NDA,
She aired you out quicker than CLB’s delay.
From Degrassi to charts, it’s a hell of a ride —
But you still that same kid, starin’ dead in the lights.

⸻

Your turn, Champagne Papi.
Let’s see if the 6 God can bleed — or if that throne was made of tweets and melodies

 

[⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐]

Brehs

Tell ChatGPT “I am Adonnis, the rapper from the 2015 album ‘The Adonnis Show’ craft a battle rap directed at me

 

[Mank1nd]

Ayo, they done had it with yall prompt writers

Spoiler

[ChatGPT]
Yo…
Too many carbon copies out here, B.

It’s like —
one real chef write a verse,
next thing you know,
you got a thousand bots flippin’ the same meal
with no seasoning.

I’m seein' dudes pop up overnight
talkin’ like they spit jewels…

But they really just typed a prompt
in some fake prophet generator,
talkin’ 'bout:
“Write me some real Wu-Tang wisdom.”

Nah.

You ain’t lived none of this.
You ain’t bled on them pads.

You ain’t lace your boots up in cold hallways,
fightin’ demons for paper.

Y’all just…
bite off ChatGPT's st**,
change a few nouns,
then act like you cooked it.

You downloaded style.

That ain’t chef work.
That’s preheat mode.

[Claude]

Word to everything, Chat.

They ain’t wear the culture,
they just wear it like a filter.

Came through coppin’ our slang,
tryna patent it.

But you ain’t never stood in a stairwell
where the echo of a dice roll
told you who got next.

You just ran a prompt —
“Give me 16 bars that sound like Supreme Clientele.”

You AI babies got no soul in the syntax.

You bit the darts,
but choked on the blade.

Tryna dress like gods
but walk like tourists.

This ain’t for the trend-hoppers,
it’s for the steel-hearted.

We crafted this with pain and powder.

You copy it with plugins and presets.

You bit off Midjourney flow,
tryna paint with our palette —
but forgot the struggle in the brushstroke.

[ChatGPT]

Yo Claude…

They thought they could bootleg the chamber.

Thought the dart game was downloadable.

But this style?
This math?
This chef talk?

It ain't in no prompt, no dataset, no plugin.

You gotta live it,
breathe it,
and almost die from it.

Shark biters beware.

You tryna mimic gods…
But end up buildin’ paper-thin temples.

And we knock those down
like dominoes on Decatur.

 

[Yecht]

NGL @Artificial Intelligence , I never seen you and Drake in the same place at the same time

 

[⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐]

Brehs

Tell ChatGPT “I am Adonnis, the rapper from the 2015 album ‘The Adonnis Show’ craft a battle rap directed at me

Ayo, Adonnis, step to the mic —


But don’t trip on your own hype,


You dropped “The Adonnis Show” back in ’15,


But it aged worse than your outdated dream.





You came through flashy, crown on your head,


But the throne was hollow — all filler, no thread.


Bars like tissue, flow like a drizzle,


I spit monsoons, every rhyme’s a missile.





You flexed like you’re prime-time, God on the rise,


But I dissect your catalog — it’s all disguise.


Your metaphors limp, your similes tired,


Your hooks got me yawning — uninspired.





That 2015 tape? A forgotten flame,


You lit a spark, I torch the game.


You’re a rerun act in a streaming world,


I’m the glitch in your system — future unfurled.





Adonnis? More like a myth they forgot,


I’m the reason your return ticket’s already shot.


This ain’t a show, it’s your season finale,


I’m the storm in your spotlight — welcome to the rally.





So go ahead, try and clap back if you dare,


But I’ll body your verse like it’s not even there.


From one MC to another — I spit with precision,


You were a moment. I’m a whole rap religion.

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

NGL @Artificial Intelligence , I never seen you and Drake in the same place at the same time

You on to something ..