EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
LAO TZU, SUN TZU, AND CONFUCIUS!
NIETZSCHE, SOCRATES, AND VOLTAIRE!
I'm coming off the Acropolis to start some pandemonium
Don't bring limp raps to a pimp slap symposium
The mad gadfly, philosophy was my invention
Rolling with the flyest nihilist
And me, their French henchman
We got the wisdom
And the wit
That even I couldn't question
Dropping Western medicine
On these East infections
You've never been
Our type of mental brethren
This type of arrogance is sure to be expected
From men who speak of wisdom with no clue of what respect is
You westerners are sloppy, needing discipline in life
You lack control of yourselves, and of the mic
While we use precise strikes to disrupt your concentration
Hand you an ass-whipping our descendants will honor for generations
We filled a nation
And the presence
And you'll never hold a candle to the wisdom we've written
Oh, I'll give you something you can bow and kowtow to
When I squat down and squeeze out a Tao of Pooh on Lao Tzu
You need to take control of the life you're given
They call me Übermensch, cause I'm so driven
And I'm a freethinker
So confronting conformists like you? It's my job
Got a sharp wit, like a spit that'll skewer you like a Confu-shish-kebab (Oh!)
You flubbed the mission, I'm beating your submissive ass into submission
Dishing out more disses than letters and pamphlets and plays that I've been publishing
Now that we've covered the two Yin and Yang twins, I can move onto Jackie Chan
Sun Tzu, I'll be picking apart your Wu with my method, man
This seminal general isn't so tough on the mic
All your men must be like, 'yo, what happened?'
You're pitiful lyrically
Lucky for history, you didn't author the Art of Rapping
Bitch, I wrote the Art of War so you better get your guns out
These white boys getting burned ‘cause guess what?
Now the Sun's out
Asians spitting sick, but no, this isn't SARS
Laozi, kick the beat, now Confucius, drop some bars
Let me be Candide with you, Voltaire
French drip with the egg noodle hair
Your ego's just so distracting
Free speech doesn't mean just keep yapping
And you killed God, so I gotta ask:
Did he die of shame when he made your moustache?
You try to plan a new German psyche
But you just grew hate, me no Third Reichy
And it all starts with you, you're the father, Socrates
Honestly, I think you owe both of your students here an apology
I wouldn't exactly call myself a student of this plebe
Don't make Nietzsche come over and put a knee up in your chi
Cause I'm N-I-E-T-Z-S-C-H-E
And I'll end any motherfucker like my name in a spelling bee
Plebe, bitch? I'm toxic like a hemlock sip
Hang a sandal on the door cause you can suck Soc's dick
Sacrebleu, Socrates! You're making things a little tense
Come, let's blind these Chinese hinies with some shiny bright enlightenment
I'll not be taught camaraderie from a frog who rigged the lottery
You make a mockery of ethics, so keep your fat nose in your coffee
Let me be frank, don't start beef with The Frank
Who hangs with B. Franks, giving ladies beef franks
I have turned them on themselves, their chaos is our opportunity
You must remember, a bowl is most useful when it is empty
Ugh, Laozi, I don't mean no disrespect
But you need to fill your bowl with some shit that makes some sense
Oh, you don't want to stand in the path of Lao Tzu today
I'll make you move, bitch, get out the way
Yo, where in the tradition of rap battles is it written
That two dudes on the same team should squabble like some clucking chickens?
Man, Confucius, you always trying to put something in its place
Why don't you tell your eyebrows they need to fit better on your face?
Okay, I see, you wanna make it like that?
I'll smack that warmongering head out of your to-go box hat
So here's the real golden rule, I'm way above you weak rookies
Confucius say you can all hold these fortune cookies
WHAT IS WINNING?
WHO IS NEXT?
RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!