    [Intro - Ken]
    Street Fighter III, the king that’s never been topped,
    Third Strike’s the game where real fighters get dropped,
    Gameplay sharp, no gimmicks, pure finesse in play,
    Counter hits and parries, making cowards stray.  
    
    This is art in motion, a craft with no flaws,
    Every move calculated, obeys the laws,
    Characters so tight, from Chun to Ryu,
    Dudley’s precision, Urien’s mind game too.  
    
    Gief’s raw strength, Blanka's electric shock,
    Guile’s lightning speed, they make others look weak and block,
    This fight’s real, a test of skill and strategy,
    While others just mash buttons— lacking clarity.  
    
    Super Arts? They strike like a meteor’s fall,
    Shinkuu or Chun’s spinning, they command the brawl,
    Spectacles to witness, they steal the scene,
    While copycats stumble, trying to chase the dream.  
    
    They got the fire, the finesse, the art,
    Characters that stand tall, set worlds apart,
    From Chun-Li’s kicks to Ryu’s fierce fireball,
    Y’all know who’s real — yeah, they got it all.  
    
    [Transition to Parappa]  
    
    [Parappa - confident flow]
    I’m Parappa, here to school these wannabes,
    They try to copy, but they just can’t compete,
    Chop Chop Onion? I’ll cook ’em in a flash,
    “Punch! Punch! Punch!”—watch them crash.  
    
    Beard Burger Master? I got the sauce,
    “Cook those Burgas,” man, that’s the boss,
    They steal my rhythm but they fall apart,
    I’m the original, straight from the start.  
    
    Friday Night Funkin’ think they got the groove?
    They just mimic my style, but they can’t move,
    Jung Rhythm? Trying to follow my plan,
    But they’re just pretending, they don’t understand.  
    
    Scratchin’ Melodii? That sound’s so lame,
    They’re just trying to be cool, but they’re so damn lame,
    DDR? Stepping on pads, but missing my flow,
    I got the real rhythm—watch me steal the show.  
    
    I control the mic, I own the scene,
    While these fake games just try to be mean,
    They copy my style but they can’t keep pace,
    Parappa’s the original—ain’t nobody replace.  
    
    Yo, I got the punchlines, I got the tricks,
    These other games just got counterfeit clicks,
    So step aside, I’m the king of the rap,
    While they just stumble, fall flat, and crap.  
    
    [Ken praises characters]
    Now I gotta shout out the legends in the fight,
    Characters that shine, blazing so bright,
    Chun-Li’s kicks, got the power and grace,
    Ryu’s fireball, puts others in their place.  
    
    Dudley’s punches? Precision on point,
    Urien’s mind games? You know he’s gonna anoint,
    Gief’s raw strength, unstoppable force,
    Blanka’s electric shock, stays on course.  
    
    Guile’s speed, lightning quick in the scene,
    Every move they make, so sharp, so clean,
    They define the game, set the bar high,
    Legends of the fight, they’ll never die.  
    
    [Ken about Twelve — only 8 lines]
    Yo, Twelve’s a beast, no doubt, I swear,
    If he cut loose, man, none would compare,
    He’s got that shadow, that silent storm,
    Unleash him fully — you’ll feel the form.  
    
    If I told him to let go, break the chain,
    He’d wipe out everyone, leave no remains,
    He’s raw, brutal, the ultimate threat,
    If he really went all out, y’all’d regret.  
    
    But I hold him back — that’s my secret,
    If he went all-in, he’d be the best yet,
    Twelve’s a monster, a walking nightmare,
    In this game of kings, he’s rare, he’s rare.  
    
    [Back to the main flow]
    So remember the names when you talk about kings,
    Street Fighter’s legends, they make the bells ring,
    This game’s the throne, the real OG,
    And I stand tall, proud, undefeated, see?  
    
    [Final powerful ending]
    If I really let loose, they’d all fall apart,
    But I keep my power close to my heart—
    In this game of kings, I set the scene,
    Street Fighter 3! 
    

Got bored and made this on suno ai