Todd-nice find! I used that a while ago for a poem. I edited your "people people" thing there too :)

Anyway, I decided that if we're going to make this into a national hit here, we might as well combine everyone's verses in a huge, original-Rapper's-Delight song. Unfortunately, I left out the harder, Biggie-style rap in fivezero and aviators posts...I like it but it didn't flow well with the silly, kind of Beastie Boys style of the rest of ours (especially yay's. that was silly.) If we get a little more of the glocks and cops rap, which is cool, I'll put all that together too.

yay: bagel 1, bagel 2, let me get in on this
yo, yo, here we go, yo here we go.
i got a left bagel, i gotta right bagel,
let me hear yo fable
i got a left bagel, i gotta right bagel,
let me ride yo sable
i got a left bagel, i gotta right bagel,
let me buid yo a table
i got a left bagel, i got a right bagel,
i love food give it to me now ill show you how or ill eat you

flo: lysten to the ryhmes that I traject,
nothin but da best, nothin left to perfect,
I'm like a bullet only ten times faster,
rippin out rhymes like I'm tha master,
stuck in my tracks, all you see is my back,
I'm way up ahead, you're stuck in my tread.

jp: Look on your porch, and who do ya see
I'm tall, I'm lanky, and a dope MC
I'll bust down the door don't gimme a key
it's the funky rhymin flowin from the mouth of jp
I spit my raps like a young B.I.G.
Eminem, Tupac and my man Mike D
Like Snoop Dogg blowin up the hizz-ee
I'm the hottest rapper representin' Long Vall-ey.
I worked for fame, wasn't born with skill
As a youngin I practiced with Licenced to Ill
Now with all my raps you'll get your fill
I'll uproot you with my verbal Roto-Till.
You wanna test me? Put on your cape
Cuz Superman the only dude I can't take
Just throw on my record for your own sake
Or I'll school you like the And-One mix tape.

Aviator: I got your mom on the line like Mike Rizzo
Tellin her to eat some cheese like fo shizzo
she wanted me to sing like im in the wizzo
But i make like snoop *cough cough eh ehh* WHAT
Fo Shizzo My Nizzo
Yeah I left the L out cause I'm a teaser
Buddy Holly out the box of Blue Weezer
Playin the sevens like a lady pleaser
JP always pollens up like a red sneezer
I like donuts and so do cops
they eat em a lot and look like flops
soon they be called for uncle pops
and watch out for when the soap drops

Hamster Love: this is for my girls all around the world
these dudes tryna rap? Tryna make me hurl
ain't nobody gonna stop my flow
when I jump on the mic- Yea, it's "like whoa!"
who said it's cool to talk about bagels?
betta get back to (WHAT?) waitin' tables
yea, basically I just called you dumb
Oops, is that you underneath my thumb?
talkin' that smack, you best back it up
I'm tellin you right now, I've had enough
of players tryna play and ballers tryna ball
your jherri curls drippin'(Eww!) not cute at all
check your vernacular when we in da club
cuz I'm the new member of 3L-dub
Do you really wanna hurt me, wanna make me cry?
(think twice)
Triumph, the insult dog, is on my side

Flo: I hit on the chicks, like all the summer flicks,
I break you suckah's backs, when it comes to macks,
Rhymin ain't a crime, 'les you got rhymes like mine,
cause people stoppin dead in their tracks, with heart attacks,
when they witness the flowin fluttah of my rap rhymin buttah,
so all you othah creeps just can't compete,
I'll make it short N sweet,
don't you see? I'm one of the elite.

jp: Now heres a message to all you phonys
I bring you the cheese like macaroni
I just played you like a PS2 Sony
I get the gold like Mike Eruzione.
I have to kick you off my island
Cuz with wack rhymin you ain't stylin'
And my number you'll be dialin'
Cuz my voice is so beguilin'.
I pop lame MCs like a balloon
Like Bob Probert, I'm a goon
You sucka MCs can't hold a tune
I walk you off like Aaron Boone.
I eat you up like Panda Express
My money and skills are in excess
Start with me and you transgress
I'll spit you out like water cress.

Aviator: His mother slaved making tacos
packing them away in her poncho
and im the true MC named Marco
Like Mankind's pal Mista Socko
And its like im flyin on an MD-83
Heading all the way (Where?) Miami
So I can be drinkin some new recipe
And droppin bombs on the the old MC
And all you lil girls at home know
That your mans half the man of Marco
Like the Thailand sweatshop embargo
Everyones got a fistagon from D'Arco
So Mr WMA can get his shoe shine
while im settlin into the new time
while histories repeatin the same rhyme
while we're groovin on the skizzy to Sublime

Flo: you got flow like molasses,
I'm gonna stomp you like glasses,
You got ryhmes like the trash is,
just quit with your lame passes,
I'm never number two, I'm always on top,
I got da hottest joints, so no one can stop,
can't be tryin to beat these beats I've got,
you're out of the scene, cause I know how to crop,
you're like the ninties flourescent,
I'ma real man, and your an adolescent,
when I'm through wit you, you'll need antidepressant,
cause I win with fly rhymes, nonstop, incessant.

jp: Now it's been a while since I rocked the mike
All the fly ladies, it's me they still like
Stop your baulin and cryin, wee little tyke
I think you just smoked me (What?) Psych!
I don't hafta take drugs like Kurt Cobain
In order to reach this plateau of fame
In fact from all substances please refrain
Cuz you get a natural high when I entertain.
So if moisture is the essence of wet-ness
And of beauty wetness is the ess-ence
You must be beautiful all the time
Cuz you wet yourself when you hear my rhyme.
Now all you kids who think you're all that
With ya popped collar and your trucker hat
You ain't slick as me, I'm as cool as a cat
And I don't need to wear FUBU to prove that I rap.
Now you all know MC means mic controlla
But you baby MC's I push in a strolla
While rappers make money endorsing coca-cola
I don't need commercials to make me a high rolla.
All you wannabe rappers lookin at your timberlands
And droning on about your house on the sand
I'm just here to make you understand
Exploiting women doesn't make you a man.
So I can tell all you doin' is hat-ing
But I can't hear what you communicat-ing
But like the Red Sox you'll keep on wait-ing
You haven't won nothin since nineteen eight-een.

HL: Yo, this thread is dope like Murder She Wrote
gonna break it down like I own this rope (OHH!)
got some ideas, so hear me out
No doubt, I'm just a girl but I'm psycho on the mic
ghetto fabulous, ya can't touch this
So, check it
P. Diddy never made Da Band
So throw up ya hands
Shake ya tail feather and...
us rap-pers un-ite
wit rhymes so tight
your mom will neva need a face lift (OHH!)
So whatcha think? My idea's a killa
I can see me now, sportin' a chinchilla
If I spit it too hot, I'll neuralize ya
I make this look good and it was all a dream
now go to sleep...