Okei, leikurinn gengur út á það að þið eigið að finna öll rapparanöfnin, DJ-nöfnin og krú-nöfnin í eftirfarandi rímu.

Hint hint, það eru 27 nöfn í þessari rímu sem þið eigið að finna.

Sendið þau sem þið funduð í skilaboðaskjóðuna mína og verið kúl. Sá sem finnur öll nöfnin fær verðlaun.

Yo, I´m just plain Crazy, when I smoke a jay, see
sposed to slow me mind down but I just start hatin
get slim, because my method man, is not askin
Can I bust? fuck that I just jump up and start rappin
blaztin crack-addicts make ´em go Poof! so Woof!!
Mothafucka, my proof is simple, I swear its tha truth
exibit A, I got my fingerprint on this fifty cent
so I wasn´t near the crime scene during the incident
I´m all in one, big, bizarre, swift and nice-gee
need to cool down so I put ice-cubes into my ice-tea
eat vanilla ice with it, rip it then I flip modes
Bust a rhyme with just sick dope, ill flow like Chino
I need a gun, it is just too hostile out there man
I´m no gangstarr, but stil I handle shit well
resistance? I just mop enemies up, rock everything up
NaSty with the rhymes when I fuck enemies up
since I´mma skidzo I guess I got many styles
most nice, some vile, others just not right
like the last emperor of Japan you need immense power
around about two nuclear bombs per hour
da effects of that shit is just worse then words
unwanted like the ugly duckling and the end of the earth
it´ll burn up anyway eventually by the scorching sun
so lets just all care-as-one, and start stoppin-burns
stop Criss-Cross-ing across the love-hate-o-meter
put it all in love until grabbed by the grim reaper