“When I was praised I lost my time, for instantly I turned around to look at the work I had thought slightly of, and that day I made nothing new.” - Ralph W. Emerson
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I invent it then vent it but you ain’t heard a sound
Still think the earth is flat? I make the world go round
Put this verse on the map, I guess I might as well
To experience heaven on earth I’ll get high as hell
Never got my words to flow, cursive might’ve helped
If lyrics depend on wordplay verses write themselves
Deciphered with my help in a cypher by myself
True wordplay can’t be found the first time around...
I should quote this right now so no one can try this
If you always ignore something you going to find it
Read my thoughts as I sleep behind flickering eyelids
I figured I’d configure this like the conficker virus
A basket case like wicker fibres ‘til I retire
I’m so mired in controversy that I’m admired
Gas dried up, my vehicle for success was satired
When it backfired I sat tired in my car with a flat tire
My style attacks right off, it’s like a tax write off
I keep an eye on ya tracks to avoid the path you’re on
You on the fence on offence with lines I spawned
Now you drowning in a pond with no time to respond
Honest reply’s come first then some supply banter
But none of you bystanders are up to my standards
I’m Bruce Banner, incredibly hulk to your abomination
Bombing nations living near a Barack Obama nation
Jobs now are lame kid I’m not allowed to explain it
Sounds radiate when you’re pounding the pavement
Hike up your skirt bra your sh!t defies trainin’
You’re hiking along the outskirts of civilization
You all over the place, I connect at a startling pace
Drawing more parallels than a small parking space
Thoughts intoxicate, no surprise I destroy foes
I got arrested for DUI just for driving the point home
Your fame has grown but its useless, the hating shows
Ya name is known cuz ya crew’s b!tch like Katie Holmes
Posthumous posts humour me, most a bit eager
I’m a pilgrim overdosing on pills, the grim reaper
And I jest then digest five pounds of flesh
Poppin’ valium in the valley of the shadow of death
I’m testing my bandwidth like internet fans did
Now I’m wrecking ya band with reckless abandon
Got a hand in a handkerchief pounding the tissue
Barricaded in a compound, compounding the issue
Sordid emcees get sorted, groomed in my living room
I’m holding candlelight vigils for every individual
Sifting through cards I deal, you bet it’s ideal
I had an idea last night that fed my nightmares
Results pending, like a rash I’m gettin scratch still
Spending cash ‘til there’s none left in your cash till
I spread your ashes cuz mistakes are formed fastest
The young break the mold to break them old habits
Our habitats collide and you stay hid inside
This is why I doubt ya alienate like District 9
You might try but can’t grasp what I’m sendin’ ya
In hindsight you got too attached like your retinas
Pick up the slack, drills fill the void that y’all lack
Posts of mine under construction to avoid a collapse
On the final lap a memory lapse tries to retract
But minds can’t relapse if too much time has elapsed
I guess raps you sending are entrées for starters
Therein lies the rub like happy ending massage parlours
Not up to par, got less stroke on the whole than golfers
I always fool you the first time around like clockwork
It wasn't called World War One until World War Two
It’s not the first of its kind ’til the formula’s reused
You make ‘part 2’ like you got something in store
What makes you think we’ve seen what’s come before?
Edited scores are underscored on a cutting room floor
They say the third time’s a charm, but we move forth
Quit this forum and some will say less is more
If ignored I keep plugging away like extension cords
You suck behind bars, that’s what you gettin bail for
I’m runnin’ your set like I’m in Christian Bale form
Find adult rated sex in your explicit male porn
My unadulterated success elicits your scorn
Been forewarned about writing never ending stories
There’s a thin line between being clever and corny
Put the pedal to the metal you’re still going forty
High on your pedestal when I built the support beams
You cop a plea, I’m a rottweiler let off the leash
Arrest me? You can rot while you’re resting in peace
Writing on the wall is left in doubt when it’s routine
I’m writing on AWOL, absent without official leave
I’m under siege, lately all who gun for me...
War ship the ground I walk on like navy on submarines
In today’s industry who can judge a record’s worth?
Those who front in lines get in, it’s first come first serve
Instead of words you utter that make the multi’s stutter
Spit that In Cold Blood verse, get rid of all the Clutter
Customers not buying this, I swear I’ll cuss ‘em
I cross the line so much I grew accustomed to customs
But if you don’t show guns like Japan’s shoguns…
I’ll bet your career won’t pan out like a close up
Can’t get over the hump with your spineless posture
I’ll judge a book by its cover if I recognize the author
I believe I’m fair and impartial, what I see is reflected
But I don’t sacrifice truth for the sake of being objective
So if you live in my shadow I’m a solar eclipse it
Can’t fill the gap when I’m gone, I should be an ellipsis
Y’all petition against competition, everyone’s a critic
You want a second opinion? Just give me a minute...
I invent it then vent it but you ain’t heard a sound
Still think the earth is flat? I make the world go round
Put this verse on the map, I guess I might as well
To experience heaven on earth I’ll get high as hell
Never got my words to flow, cursive might’ve helped
If lyrics depend on wordplay verses write themselves
Deciphered with my help in a cypher by myself
True wordplay can’t be found the first time around...
__________________ ..Passed the Present and Future..
Some of the lines hit. The wordplay was on point and the flow, although simplistic complimented the wordplay
Quote:
Originally Posted by Universe
Gas dried up, my vehicle for success was satired
When it backfired I sat tired in my car with a flat tire a lil forced but still effective.
Sounds radiate when you’re pounding the pavement
Hike up your skirt bra your sh!t defies trainin’
You’re hiking along the outskirts of civilization good isht
You all over the place, I connect at a startling pace
Drawing more parallels than a small parking space (lmao NICE)
Thoughts intoxicate, no surprise I destroy foes
I got arrested for DUI just for driving the point home Ehhh...point DUI, I get it but bordeline forced here.
Posthumous posts humour me, most a bit eager ok
Our habitats collide and you stay hid inside
This is why I doubt ya alienate like District 9 cool
You might try but can’t grasp what I’m sendin’ ya
In hindsight you got too attached like your retinas Personally I would've said "see" instead of "grasp" to tie to "retinas". But I see you were working off the "grasp" "attached" play.
Pick up the slack, drills fill the void that y’all lack
Posts of mine under construction to avoid a collapse
On the final lap a memory lapse tries to retract
But minds can’t relapse if too much time has elapsed YOU DID IT. Nice ass flow mixed with good wordplay. Good isht right here.
It wasn't called World War One until World War Two
It’s not the first of its kind ’til the formula’s reused NICE!
Edited scores are underscored on a cutting room floor
They say the third time’s a charm, but we move forth
Quit this forum and some will say less is more
If ignored I keep plugging away like extension cords you could have inserted "once" and "twice" in the first two lines to make this even stronger BUT still a hot set here.
You suck behind bars, that’s what you gettin bail for
I’m runnin’ your set like I’m in Christian Bale form lol. Being critical but could've said, terminating your set. Still this was good.
In today’s industry who can judge a record’s worth?
Those who front in lines get in, it’s first come first serve ok. I see it.
Instead of words you utter that make the multi’s stutter
Spit that In Cold Blood verse, get rid of all the Clutter looks this was a stab at someONE MAN.
I’ll bet your career won’t pan out like a close up clever
Can’t get over the hump with your spineless posture
I’ll judge a book by its cover if I recognize the author :laugh
So if you live in my shadow I’m a solar eclipse it WOW
But some of the lines you forced the wordplay too much and it didn't really fit. Bottom line we know you nice with the wordplay but inserting it where needed (i.e. Common Sense) is what makes it hot.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Universe
My style attacks right off, it’s like a tax write off this barely made sense aside from the play on words
You on the fence on offence with lines I spawned C'mon man you're better than this.
Now you drowning in a pond with no time to respond
I’m Bruce Banner, incredibly hulk to your abomination Now you're just throwing out words.
Bombing nations living near a Barack Obama nation
Jobs now are lame kid I’m not allowed to explain it
I’m a pilgrim overdosing on pills, the grim reaper
And I jest then digest five pounds of flesh
Poppin’ valium in the valley of the shadow of death
I’m testing my bandwidth like internet fans did
Now I’m wrecking ya band with reckless abandon
I guess raps you sending are entrées for starters
Therein lies the rub like happy ending massage parlours um nah. This was forced. Nice effort but forced.
Writing on the wall is left in doubt when it’s routine
I’m writing on AWOL, absent without official leave c'mon fam...really??? I mean really? you try to put this in.
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