Schiller and Goethe, in a rap battle
Schiller and Goethe, in a rap battle so bold,
Against Eminem, as the judge foretold,
The stakes are high, the competition fierce,
As they take turns, spitting rhymes without fear.
Schiller starts off, with verses so grand,
His rhymes so smooth, like gold from the sand,
His flow so strong, his words so true,
A master of rhythm, in all that he do.
Goethe steps up, with verses so fine,
His rhymes so tight, like a vintage wine,
His voice so strong, his cadence so pure,
A genius of poetry, that will endure.
Eminem listens, his ears on the beat,
As the two masters of verse take their seat,
Their rhymes so rich, their words so clear,
A true showcase of skill, without any fear.
And as the battle rages, Eminem takes his time,
Judging each verse, as they climb and climb,
The decision so hard, with so much at stake,
As he ponders, which one to take.
But Schiller won't back down, he's got more to say,
His rhymes keep flowing, with each passing day,
His words hit hard, like a hammer on steel,
A true master of verse, with a heart of zeal.
Goethe's not to be outdone, he's got more to bring,
His rhymes so tight, they make the angels sing,
His voice so smooth, like a melody divine,
A true poet at heart, with a gift that shines.
Eminem is impressed, by the talent on stage,
He's never heard rhymes, with so much grace,
He nods his head, as he listens with glee,
To the poetry that flows, so effortlessly.
And as the night wears on, the battle heats up,
Each poet brings their best, with every single cut,
The crowd goes wild, with each word that's said,
A true celebration of poetry, that must be read.
And in the end, as the final verse is done,
Eminem chooses the winner, with a nod and a pun,
Schiller and Goethe, are both true kings,
Of poetry so fine, that will make your heart sing.
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