"Oi, DJ, turn the beat up, something classic." Wibert pointed at Ari with his microphone.
Screee screeeee
With a quick spin of the turntables, Ari selected the song titled Basic Rap-1, which was a very simple beat made of kick drums and with a high hat accent.
Boom boom chk
Boom chk
As the simple sound looped
"Uh, uh, uh, mic check check,
Wilbert in the building,
This ain't a tea party, I'm 'bout to serve this Brit a lyrical calamity!
You call yourself a rapper? Nah, you're a crumpet munching catastrophe."
- Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The crowd began yelling as Wilbert started off aggressively rapping.
"Your accent's wack, like nails on a chalkboard
You ain't street bro, you were raised in the suburbs,
While I was in the hood, hustling, grinding, building my lyrical bones,
You were getting tubby, drinking tea and eating scones."
- ohhhhhhhhhhhh
- Is it a diss to come from a good home?
"Speaking of tubby, former fat kid, I know the truth,
