A rebuttal to Rob's analysis

Okay, Rob. Spot on with the freshness of your flow. Sure. And it doesn't translate as well as written word as when there's, say, a high priest of Odin in full plate delivering some hella-sweet beat-boxin behind you. Gotcha.

But. The best rhyme so far, I think, was Cinder's "8pm Crys G - 9pm Bingo" line. I had to get up and leave the computer lab because there were too many mad skilz comin through the intertron.