RapScape - Tempoross

Описание: Rap song about Old School RuneScape Tempoross (Fishing boss)

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I’ve dreamt of making parody songs about the game I love for over 10 years. I’m beyond hyped that I can finally create these soundtracks with AI as a creative partner! It’s taking my creativity to places I never thought I’d be able to explore.

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LYRICS

Salt in the air, planks talk back
Storm don’t blink when the hull goes crack
Harpoon sings in a metal prayer
Every pull like the sea’s aware

Heat climbs quick when the brazier wakes
Fire spreads, then the water takes
Storm gauge rising, count the beats
One misread and the deck retreats

No glory pose, no final hit
Just pressure stacked in a timing pit
You don’t overpower — you learn the signs
Read the water between the lines

bring one crystal tool for the harpoon fish
if you cook, more xp, that's just a wish
no, Tempoross is not a side dish
gives spirit flakes, its reward pool's a real fetish

Permits slow, patience taxed
Pet odds laugh like a contract
Still show up, still know why
Some things earned don’t multiply

Solo deck or a crowded boat
Same mistakes keep people afloat
Overcommit, the mast goes down
Underreact, you’re sea-bound

Every wipe writes something clean
Teaches calm in the in-between
It’s not about the loot you bank
It’s what you learn when systems yank

Seen maxed mains panic fast
New accounts adapt and last
Gear don’t think, rank don’t steer
Awareness is the real upgrade here

Fire out, then flood it clean
Short memory, sharp routine
Storm breaks loud, then backs away
Leaves you wiser than yesterday

You don’t tame it, you don’t fight
You listen hard, then move just right
Sea don’t care what name you claim
Only if you play the game

bring one crystal tool for the harpoon fish
if you cook, more xp, that's just a wish
no, Tempoross is not a side dish
gives spirit flakes, its reward pool's a real fetish

When the dock goes still again
Salt dries white on battered skin
Nothing flashy, nothing lost
Just mutual respect with Tempoross

Not a boss you dominate
More like weather you negotiate
And every run, win or toss
Leaves a mark you didn’t gloss