BeIR/webis-touche2020 huggingface dataset:
Money is the root of all evil.

I would firstly like to apprise my worthy opponent that in this debate, he should not opine that I am completely against money. I simply believe that the cause of many reprehensible and disgraceful transgressions in today's cut-throat world is money. Moreover, I am saddened by the fact that my opponent has given redundant and superfluous importance to the word "all". It should not be taken in an absolute sense in this debate. For instance, if one says "He travels all the time." , one doesn't really imply that the person in context is travelling the entire time. Moreover, my opponent said that in order to prove me wrong, he simply had to "give a single example of evil which is absent of any monetary aspect or quality". Similarly, I can reciprocate and prove his argument "Money is the root of all good" invalid by stressing on the word 'all' and giving an example of a good act which has no relevance or relationship with money.For instance: If a pedestrian walking on a street notices a small boy running and falling down and he helps the child to get up, advising him not to run around carelessly, it can be described as a "good" and altruistic act, having no relationship with money. This clearly shows that money is not the root of all good and hence,proves my worthy opponent's perception flawed. Hence, I suggest that immense emphasis should not be given to the word "all" in this debate. Continuing my argument, I would like to strengthen my position with the following: These days it has become quite a prevalent practice of people spending money on things they don"t require just in order to look grand in society. People have developed notions like "Money is everything" and that society judges people according to how much money they have. These beliefs are detrimental to the interests of society. Moreover, we cannot turn a blind eye to the numerous disputes that money causes within families because of greed and cupidity. Almost every day there are cases of sons murdering their fathers or other relatives just for the sake of acquiring their property and money. Evidently, these usurpers give more importance to money than family and forget the unconditional love that they were provided with. I await the arguments and rebuttals of my worthy opponent.
Lyrical Challenge TWOOOOO

Thanks, TV. I guess we can skip the arguments portion; I'll post an RFD at some point in the Comments Section and that should be enough analysis. For my final verse I was extremely pressed for time (sorry for waiting until the last minute, but you know I've been busy in NJ) and I kind of combined the topics of government and poverty I offered to my opponent in a previous round. Thanks again for the "debate" and I look forward to Lyrical Challenge 3 ;D == VERSE 3 == Yo... Sometimes I think about my own situation I get so caught up I forget everyone else in the nation Seems things keep getting worse with each generation There's been so much hating and not enough education And I'd like to think if I were in a position to change it That I would step up and not just be a replacement For the apathetic, problematic middle class Another addict doing backflips for a little cash Cuz that's unproductive, not to mention dangerous But we're all destructive so let's just put the blame on us I mean let's be honest for a moment about what's going on I'm pointing fingers though I've got a hand in what's wrong It's not that I'm selfish, I'm just a little self-centered Hurricane Katrina's not a storm that I've weathered But that doesn't mean that I should cover it or forget it And not speak up about our government's pathetic Excuses, they're useless, ruthless and selfish Pretended they cared enough just to sell it Juggled the press to convince that we're winning But some struggled to make ends meet since the beginning And I'm blessed with all kinds of white privilege Game on: some kids are limited to scrimmages Only exposed to cold and violent images Not only on TV but on the streets that they're living in Wish I could erase what they see but it is what it is my friend Immigrants are not the only second class citizens Gays can't get married for instance cuz it's not Christian Which isn't supposed to matter in our ignorant system Persistent to finish but these haters resiliant Don't wanna relinquish equality to us cuz we're different And somehow these mindsets control our public policy Check out what I rhyme next cuz it wholly bothers me: Out of all the murders that occur our suicide rate triples that An evident epidemic - we can't afford a little slack Wage slaves barely paid and they wanna cut welfare Most can't afford mayonnaise let alone health care We've sure seen better days, now on the road to fascism I hate sexism, racism, ageism and classism That's a bad system - we need to rise above the moron stuff Don't listen to fluff, the War on Drugs is a war on us But our corrupt and billionaire politicians don't listen And won't put up or care cuz they're in a position Of power but use it solely for their advancement I'm fresh to death but our sh!tty system is rancid And out of curiosity - when did we become this monstrosity? Some are too chicken to speak up but I've got a lot of beef
Lyrical Challenge TWOOOOO

So I got drunk today and forgot about this. >_< Anyway, it's two in the morning and I managed to throw together 4 mini raps about... The works of QUENTIN TARANTINO Reservoir Dogs Are you gonna bark all day little doggy, or do you bite? The story of events surrounding a botched jewel heist. Harvey Keitel plays the cool, calm, collected Mr White. Tim Roth's the undercover cop, causing the guys to fight. Mr Blonde's fvcking crazy, dancing and torturing cops for fun. Mr Pink lives through the final shoot-out but dies trying to make a run. Pulp Fiction Opening scene, Pumpkin and Honeybunny decide to rob a restaurant. If any of you fvcking pricks move and I'll execute every last one of ya. Winston Wolf gets called in to help Jules Winfield and Vincent Vega The Bonnie Situation requires cleaning itty bitty bits of brain out of the car Mrs Wallace was in a pilot, Fox Force Five, she wants to be a TV star. She snorts pure herion and needs an adrenaline shot to the heart. Royal with Cheese, Big Kahuna burger with a tasty beverage. Marcellus Wallace tells Butch is past his prime for leverage. Butch has to go back to get his father's lucky gold watch. He knocked out the gimp and shot Zed in the crutch. (Samuel L Jackson is a Bad Muthafvcka) Kill Bill The Bride wakes up pissed, a shot in the head put her in a coma. Goes on a murder spree more gory than a movie made by Troma. A master killer trained by Pai Mei to defeat enemies at an inch. She'll kill the deadly viper squad one by one until the finish. Elle Driver gets her last eye plucked out, left for dead Bud's trailer. Vernita Green gets a knife in the chest for her part in the betrayal. O-Red and her Yakuza army get sliced and left in a bloody heap. And Bill gets taken out with the five-point palm exploding heart technique. Inglorious Basterds Last but not least is the mission movie, you couldn't go past it.. Lieutenant Aldo Rayne leads his team known as the Basterds. Spreading fear and terror through the German army is their goal. Never letting scalping the enemy or guerrilla warfare takes it's toll. Shoshana is the lead. She's going to blow up the whole Third Reich. Rigs the cinema to burn down on Nations Pride's opening night. Finally the Jewhunter, he thought his master plan was without flaw. But Apache always leaves survivors marked, that's for damn sure. As L pointed out in the comments, I 'dun goofed' (lol) and forgot to put the 5th round, so when she posts her final rap (keeping with the theme, she can choose one of the subject's she's given me for her final round) we can post a nice chunky post about why we should win in the comments or skip that part all together. It's up to her.
Lyrical Challenge TWOOOOO

Thanks, TV! That was pretty awesome. For my second verse I was given the choice of topics between Atheism, Fashion, Quentin Tarantino, Microsoft, Deforestation and Hannah Montana. I chose the first one, atheism. == VERSE 2 == In the name of the father, the son and holy spirit They taught me about God slowly to mold me to hear it The gospels, the good word, the good tales, the good work The good verse, the shephards, the worst and the best herds The hellions, the angels, the rebels, the saviors Men turned to lepers cuz they chose bad behaviors Til one day I started asking some questions Couldn't make sense of the Bible's suggestions I tried but even a child could see it's evident: They lied, there's no evidence - rejected it ever since Now that sh!t has no relevance God, I'm losing my patience with Him: Atheism Seems to pave the way for this lady's system Religion's schism travels like pigeons Everyone and their children warned that I'd miss Him But there's - no room for Creation in the equation Not opposed to persuasion but the theory is vacant If God could hear me then maybe He'd change sh!t Or maybe there's just no saving this strange miss Cuz I'm - not like the rest, put to the test and I'll surpass Left the theists behind, now I'm in a preferred class I graduated from the paradoxical Now I'm educated on that which is logical Yes I'm in a position to be a logician God's not a magician, that's superstition I'm super dissin on those who chose intuition They need an intermission from their inner mission So they start thinking which usually leads to admission That only the bleak and needy are Christian Look - God ain't what He pretends to be, He suspends the weak It don't make sense to me, I wish my friends would see Oh you'll pray for me? It don't pay to me I told the pastor I don't need a master - that's slavery But I get it... God's your beloved, still I'm above it Excuse me if I refuse to be a puppet I usually choose truth - the universe erupted Combusted, this way, that way, some attribute it to Yahweh Who's not exactly human but still He got a MySpace And TV evangelicals with big greedy testicles I can't believe what they say to non-intellectuals: "Send money to my place, on this random highway And then you'll go to heaven when you die, k?" "Here here put money in this basket, it's for charity Don't worry what your sonny does with Father Flarety" It's a sham, the plan's a scam, the greatest in history God's a facade - that's not odd or a mystery Danielle means "Only God can judge me" so let's hear my verdict Oh wait no one's above me - guess that's my Atheist burden *** For the next verse I decided to let my opponent choose from any of the topics he's given me thus far :)
Lyrical Challenge TWOOOOO

I've chosen the topic of SUICIDE. It kind of turned out more like a poem though. I suppose rap is poetry anyway. The length of the verses is supposed to reflect how aware the character is… Sitting here frowning; drowning in my own sorrow. The path that I follow comes to an end tomorrow. I make no apologies, fvck all of your eulogies. There is no big a fool as me. Got a bottle full of pills and two bottles of scotch. Top notch, watch as I stop. Batteries out of my clock. My time stands still, pop another pill, never pay another bill. Don't have to put up with your bullsh!t. My heartache was your thrill. You laughed when I called you, at my suicidal thoughts. You couldn't give a flying fvck, so this is for everytime we fought. Scoffing them down by the handful, Washing it down with a mouthful, Regretful turns to peaceful, Not hateful, not doubtful. Ripped my heart out by the hand full. Stumbling through my shack now. It's been empty since you left. Too late for me to back down. Life fell apart even though I tried my best. Then like a shock, the phone begins to ring. Though I've been mocked, knocked down and spat upon. SomeTHING, tells me answer it before the fat lady sings. "Hello?" I croak, I barely spoke. The room begins to spin. "WHAT THE FVCK ARE YOU DOING?" I recognise the voice. "I'm sorry, I have to do this. I've made my final choice." "The ambulance is on the way, you fvcking mor…." I can't stand. I wobble and fall down to the floor." I'm crying. I hear sirens My time ends?
Lyrical Challenge TWOOOOO

Gaga, ooo, la-la GAGA, ooooo, la-la Born in New York City, in March of eighty six. A girl born to make other popstars sh!t bricks. From tapping away at the piano at the humble age of four. To sold out concerts and records that continue to blast off and soar. Open mic at eleven, sacked from Def Jam at age nineteen. Her dream, take Madonnas place as revolutionary pop queen. Now Gaga smashes them on the charts and on the stage. These miming so-called artists are getting blown away. Aguilera was jealous and said she didn't know if she was a man or not. Now Gaga is more famous than she is and her last single was flop. The ultimate? The best? The greatest? Legendary status? Madonna of the 21st century, Pussycats dolls are cactus. Just Dance is an antham for all the young people of today. Drink yourself stupid, dancing the night away. Paparazzi got stuck in my head for weeks and weeks. That was before the platinum status had even peaked. Hit after hit, topping the charts like The Beatles or Elvis. I want to get a pin and pop all the bubbles on that dress. Showing off like Bowie, rocking it like Queen, Showy, like nobody else you've ever seen. A manager or a producers wet dream. Song-writer, singer, musician, producer. Artists like this are the industries future. Keep rocking Gaga. Your topic is: The Living Dead
Lyrical Challenge TWOOOOO

Ok, so since L forfeited two of rounds last time and I forfeited one of mine, we're going to do a rematch... Same rules apply, I'm pretty sure L will want to go second... (Here is what L posted in the original game) == Background == Hip-Hop lyricists have touched upon all sorts of things -- poverty, love, violence, etc. This debate will demonstrate a lyricist's ability to be creative regarding a particular subject on command, and emphasize their versatility by deviating from conventional and monotonous topics. == Debate Function == Thank you in advance to whomever accepts this debate. In Round 1, Con must present a topic narrow enough to be of specific focus or emphasis, but broad enough to allow leeway on the debater's approach to the topic. For example, I might give my opponent the topic "Islam." In their verse, they may take a serious, sarcastic, humorous or concerned approach among others. They might rap about the mosque controversy, wars in the Middle East, Islamophobia or hell even a satirical description of "towel heads." The direction is limitless; however, staying relatively on point to the given topic is paramount to voting standards. In Round 2, I will present a verse(s) on the topic Con assigned me in R1. I will also give Con a topic. Con will give me a new topic and so on and so forth until each of us have submitted 3 rounds of lyrics. In Round 5, I will explain why I should win -- i.e. better lyrics, better approach to the topic, creativity, complexity, etc. and Con will do the same in their final round explaining why they should win. Any possible conflict about assigned topics should be reasonably resolved in the Comments Section of the debate (hopefully this won't be an issue). For the most part, a debater is expected to be ready for anything, however, if an unfeasible challenge ensues they can bring it up in the debate itself and see how it pans out with voters in the end. Good luck.
It takes talent and skill to be a great rapper

Hold your horses!Pro is citing sources!He's using dark forces,But he's wrongWhen he says I endorses,RAP!I'm being satirical,This rap ain't lyrical,It's just a miracle,Nothing empirical,I'm talking sh*t to make a point,I sound high coz I have a joint,I'm spaced-out and about to pwn,Even though my words're from RhymeZone,Cuz I don't need skills, I can wing it,I don't need talent, I can swing it,Around to insults, God ding it,I'm on top, you're f*cking it,UP!You think I give a damn about your sick rhymes?I miss what you say half the time,You cram too many words into a sentence,It's most unkind,Your readers won't like that,They'll go blind,I doubt you could even say it,With your small mind,You'd talk gibberish,If you were in a bind,Hey, I can do that too,Ladadee dadadee dadadoo,Sorry bro, now I'm just takin' the piss,You have skill, that's not hard to miss,But you don't needa be slick in order to diss,I'll finish up with Cyanide and Happiness.
It takes talent and skill to be a great rapper

First off, I'm not white, im Hispanic About to sink you like the Titanic Educate you till you just can't stand it Cuz your the most ignorant on the planet Just because you rap about drugs n guns, funds, n buns Don't mean rap is all restricted, of ideas I got tons n tons I can diss your mother in more ways than one Make you full of anger, i ain't even use a gun Why you criticizing rap, it talks about your favorite subject Sex, illegal activities, hookers, partying and gettin wrecked (1) You over hear talking about my mom and your own wang With the garbage you spit, you just as guilty as lil Wayne Lets pause for a 2nd, the accusations you made against rap, lets use logic Rap says your favorite word "n*gga", if that makes you racist, so be it (2) Haha, it takes great skill to expose you and your phony street credibility It just comes to show that's the mark of a rapper's creativity n' his ability Ironically, your rapping right now, your a complete contradiction It just comes to show that you concede, stop being so inconsistent What is this garbage? This ain't a rap! This is a cat who thinks he's black! I slap-jack so he can snap back n' buss yo cap back (3) like a lumber jack Before you come at me with this garbage, you must be heartless Articulate your rhyme schemes, spark this in the darkness 1. http://www.debate.org... 2. http://www.debate.org... 3. http://www.urbandictionary.com...
It takes talent and skill to be a great rapper

Man, your lyrics are driving me crazy, Quit tryin' to act like you're Slim Shady, If you're Eminem, then I'm 2 Live Crew: I rhyme more clearly, and I'm funnier too, You talk too much, just like yo' mama, Believe me, I know, I boned her last summer, I pulled up in my car, Told her to get in, Took her to a bar, Got her drunk on gin, She reached down my pants, I lifted up her skirt, Don't blame me, I just like to flirt, I threw her on the bar, Removed her knickers, I kissed my way down, And gave her the lickers, She had an orgasm, Squirted in my face, I was awesome baby, Because I'm the ace, Then we got around, To talkin' 'bout you, She said, "I hate my son, Let's have another screw." So I flipped her 'round, And did her from behind, I put all thoughts of you, Out of her mind, I'm big downstairs, 20 centimetres, I put to shame, All the other Peters, I fvck like a god, I'm built like a bull, When I'm done with these biitches, They still feel full, When it comes to getting girls, man I'm better, You may as well wear a fvckin' turtle-neck sweater, You're done in seconds, I can last for hours, And you can never hope, To match my powers, Give up now, You'll never win this debate, You can't even make people, Think that you're straight.
It takes talent and skill to be a great rapper

I analyze human language, teach it to a couple of illiterate savages Bring in some packages, master this as i read over the passages Disciple students as i break syllable after syllable after practices Then create ferocious beats wilder than the wildest animals I'm killin you rhymatically with these lyrically genius syllables Not doin the minimal to a subliminal wanna be with criminals Yes anybody can rap, but it's a whole lot skills that you lack When i rap, i ignite the fire, like God's spirit, creativity is working When you rap, the lights blow out, all we hear are crickets chirping Your bars are weak, no style, and your "rhymes" don't rhyme Claimin' rap is easy, your the most ignorant of a human mind If i handed you the mic, you would freeze on the spot While i'd shoot you like the swat at a point blank shot To be a great lyricist, you need to read n' breathe Feel the need to write many lyrics to succeed Don't underestimate me cuz i'm a new breed We got many internal, external, multiple rhyme schemes Dissin' you has never been easier than shootin crime scenes Don't worry apb4y, there will be plenty of time to hate Right after i old school you in this DDO rap debate
It takes talent and skill to be a great rapper

Rap is an acronym, R-A-P, Retards Attempting Poetry, Anyone can do it, it's an easy game, Just talk about guns and that time you came, Throw in something 'bout hookers and drugs, Make yourself out to be a thug, Talk so fast that it sounds like drool, And diss other rappers, coz it's cool, You're a poser, Your life is over, You speak worse than Yoda, You're dumber than Grover, Your good thoughts are rarer than a four-leaf clover, I pwned you, biitch, now bend over.
It takes talent and skill to be a great rapper

I'm recreating the elements which been awakened Satan trying to destroy it all cuz everyday he's hating My palms are numb shaken, im hotter than bacon I'm going in for the taking, for me there's no waiting Complexities diverse as sea anenamies seeking refuge from enemies My rap flow moves through the waves like we're being besieged Going to the extremities of the violent Breeze like the god Ares You may not hear it but i'm making music in my mind with rhymes Never rehearsed my lines many times, raps for the brightest of minds In rap, you need to channel the energy be it for positivity or negativity Write down lyrics like a scientific thesis for the general theory of relativity Produce a tempo ever since the ancient lyre of king Pharaoh Don't be narrow, unleash inspiration like the wings of a sparrow I can rap on or off beat, my mind and my words are the music I got a voice and I use it to the precision in rhythms of my choosing
It takes talent and skill to be a great rapper

My position is that rap music is an art which takes a lot of dedication and practice to master. Anybody can be a rapper, but it takes a lot of work to be one of the best if not the best rapper. I will be using logic and evidence to support it. The best rapper has several characteristics: 1. Originality 2. Rhythm 3. flow 4. Variety in lyrics and voice (meaning that he/she doesn't rap about the same things with the same flow) 5. Beats rapper uses (how well they can flow on it) 6. Writing style (What is unique about their lyrics? ) 7. Emotions (can they express emotions effectively? )
should Students be given homework during the weekends

As you can see my opponent still hasn't posted an argument and has forfeited for the second time. I hope for the next two rounds of this debate to gather more evidence for my case, but in the meantime please watch this video. It supports what I'm saying about the excuses of geenaluvkuromi not participating in our debate: http://www.youtube.com... . Also before I forget, for the title of this debate geenaluvkuromi put the title as: should Students be given homework during the weekends. Yes they should so they would know that sentences start with a capital letter for the first word, that students as the second word in a sentence should be lower cased, and that questions end with a question mark. Geenaluvkuromi should have made the title of the debate look a little more like this: Should students be given homework during the weekends? I just wanted to point that out before I forgot, but anyways please go to that link and watch that video. Thank you everyone who is still in on this debate.