Discussion in 'Emcee Battle Area' started by TheLyricistTony, Sep 1, 2003.
Spit Mode...20 lines
Due in 2 Hours
First to 5 wins...
lmao! he ducked u?
ahh you duckin ass bitch...you got till your 2 hours are over and then thats a no show homie....
Sharp and your ready, so don't expect respect when there forgetting
Heart is'a machetti, you've been to upset to forget the pain already
The critical is deadly, and the only literal have been so many
But politicals say it's liveable, and so there said to plenty
Thoughts are pennies, livin off words and the lyrics are ready
So I fought to use'em, saught to expand my own amusement
Most boast to abuse it, and used what others learned in music
Words of hurt occured in work with stages of pure depression
Burnt to preferred not to herb book pages of learnt agression
A session of questions is an obesession to my own expression
Hand'a confession to'a peasent really searching for profession
I wanna rap so bad its sad how much I scrap how mad that I stab
Tracks back to back with hacked raps its like I could never have
A chance to show what I ever had, so'a glance at my flow and my past
From'a stance at full blast, talent level gassed, ego up so just ask
An assasin in pen pad and mask, a dutch blunt and'a buncha grass
I'm all high and ready to fly up in skies only dead rappers have seen
So I try and despise my own lied cries what matters is what I mean
To be an emcee for the public, not money and fame, but I love it
God and nothing above it, rap the father I never had, so I hug it
thats a no show fag.....KO
You topical battle . I was waitng for a topic
and your verse just has alot of big words rhyming together saying NOTHING>
I can do that to
the confession of lyrcal manifestions to the heavens..congregation..when angel die listening to the infections
sessions of my .... tion ...tion ...tion and more words that end with sion and sound like tion..
NOW pay atten-"tion" herrr na bwoy....like Uncle Otis say, na bwoy
If the music die.....
And still the moments hold this truth/ and they hide at the corners of the universe/
wanting, waiting, wading in the distance/~Behind light, between worlds within needs/ when...solitary servitude, were the ones, who only ever helped themselves/ ~Took away and made a mountain of their greed and still tried to reach the place where all is shared indeed.(selfish mahafuckas)
But never cared for the pain his ceaseless desire brought to sleeping minds/ Now I have awoken and WOMD have never found the courage to conquer thier own dieing/ (talk shit and then run and get his crew..fuk skiddles too)
So stars stay far away/ For they know intentions of such who move assunder/
to STEAL LIGHT... their only wish and become the only wonder.
(dick ryding faggot call me a no-show trying to steal my shine)
But mourning come...people see
and what is left is mystery...longblack who is she?
The gift...my lyrics
we make with our fingers, soul and rhythm/
Are givin by GOD..an everlasting song/
Any gripes, questions, concerns
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