The bogans filled the stand, the hooded fans were clapping loud,

the dancers stood and waited for the gun,

an awesome sight: a street-wise, rhyming gangsta rapping crowd–

the hip-hoptathlon final had begun!

While B-boys break-danced fiercely, and the homies popped the air,

cool judges marked their locking through the grooves,

one freestyle dude dropped on his knees and rhymed a pearly prayer,

then spun around straight into power moves!

Flocabularies wowed the crowd, the buzz from off the street,

a band of beatbox boys with cool emcees,

one brother popped a headspin while he scratched a ghetto beat,

then somersaulted straight into a freeze!

With ciphers coming thick and fast, the judges’ job was tough,

these rappers spread their lyrics like fig jam,

but one by one they dropped away, as rhymes and beats turned rough,

and only one was left there in the slam.

The winner stood there smiling, all the fans began to clap,

a fly-girl then awarded him the cup,

he held it high, with fingers spread, this champion of rap

picked up the mic and asked them all “Wassup?”

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