Star Wars Rap Battles Ep.4 - C-3PO vs Luke Skywalker

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Song up on iTunes: (Coming Soon!) Song up on AMAZON: (Coming Soon!) Song up on Google: (Coming Soon!) Beat on iTunes: (Coming Soon!) SUBSCRIBE, We've got more coming: http://www.youtube.com/user/kfacetv?s Instagram: @Kfacetv Facebook: KFaceTV HUGE Thanks to the Gateway Mall in Salt Lake City for letting us film there! http://www.shopthegateway.com/ Lighting rented from Underfunded Films. They’re AMAZING: http://www.ufprentals.com/ Thanks to TaylorMaid for costume and make-up help: http://taylormaidcostumes.com/ Music Mixed at Sapphire Studios: http://sapphirerecordingstudios.com/ Filmed at a store at the Gateway Mall in SLC, Utah Creator/Director: Keith Allen Producers: Keith Allen, Andrew Carver, Scott Knopf Cinematography: Andy Matthews and Elliot York Gaffe/Lighting: Marcus Joseph Writer: Scott Knopf, Keith Allen, Donnie Bonelli, and Sam Forsey Production Design: Keith Allen and Andrew Carver Music Production: Andrew Pulley, Marcus Joseph, and Keith Allen Edited by Keith Allen Costumes: Cosplayers themselves, and Taylormaide Production Assistants: Jacob Privette, David Oakes, Andrew Carver, Scott Knopf, Gabe Kenworthy Luke: David Eff Peterson C3PO: Shawn Gordon R2D2: Doug Dobyns Palpatine: BJ Whimpey Obi-Wan: Benjamin Phillips Han Solo: Keith Allen Boba Fett: Mike Handy Lando: Jay Whittaker Leia: Shae Robins Darth Vader: Dallen Jensen LYRICS: Luke Verse #1: I’m famous, see? They put my face on pajamas Celebrity, so you don’t want no drama I’m a Rebel, see? We shoot slugs like Jabba And if you talk back you go back to the Jawas Programming....way wrong, obtain a new brain mod You won’t survive a round, yo, you need an escape pod You’re not hard, dude. Really more like a cartoon I would have gotten a better opponent out of R2 (***R2 Beeps***) Tripping his breaker... blaming his maker He programmed a punk so I’m lighting the saber When I’m aiming with lasers, you’ll meet your creator Yo, you thought I was soft?, I’m related to Vader “No one gonna worry ‘bout upsetting a droid.” Globetrot with a robot? Now, that I’ll avoid Aren’t you overjoyed? I coulda had you destroyed Could have left you unemployed like your name was Jake Lloyd C3PO Verse #1: Odds of Luke winning are 0 to none Your father made me first, I'm the original son Trust your instincts, Luke...and give up the rap game ‘Cause you couldn’t even shoot me from a point-blank range And if you die young, you’ll be hitting the jackpot Remember what your dad looks like with his mask off You made out with Leia, y’all felt that spark… Does Tattooine come with a trailer park? He’s the future? Okie dokie, dopey Obi Homie couldn’t even figure out the hokey pokey Vader went to town...taking your man down Luke put his hand in...didn’t take his hand out I got 6 million different ways to communicate That’s...6 million different ways to humiliate I could talk about your sister...I could talk about your dad Or the fact...that I’ve been in more battles than you have Luke Verse #2: Luke reppin Tatooine, no, there’s no stoppin’ me You father was a toaster and your mother was a slot machine You don’t help...you only pester and meddle Your mother’s so fat they used to call her Heavy Metal I’ll do you one better, I’ll leave him in bad weather Too busted and rusty for Chewy to put him back together He’ll cry like “R2, he beat me!” Wait, where are we? Who’s screaming “Ootiiiini?” Tatooine? Where’d you get that accent? I’m not talking guns, but I’ll get’em with ratchets I’m the reigning rap champ and I’m about to make it clear You’re in luck…I do serve your kind around here All you do is stand upright with your joints tight You can’t run...and we know you can’t fight In fact, I’ll give you this win tonight If you can bend over and pick up this mic...goodnight C3PO Verse #2: Your verses are garbage, I’ll smash this actor Should have let you die in that trash compactor Your raps make me nauseous, I’m ahead of this nonsense You’re a crybaby, Luke, with an Oedipus complex I’m an expert on starships and tractor beams You’re an expert on wamprats and tractor things In this creature-feature I’ll beat this believer They don’t like you, Luke, and I don’t like you either Sad ‘bout you’re evil dad, well, I don’t care at all Go down to Toshi Station and pick up a pair of balls I’m not a human at all so tell me one thing, son? Is it normal to kiss your sister and then slip her some tongue? You’re gettin’ dethroned, broken down to the bones You bought us from the Jawas, but it’s you who’s gettin’ owned I’m a poet when I go in, leave my foot up in your colon You’re getting burned worse than Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen