Mic skills

[Propaganda]

Can see the very essence of a man when a weapon's in his hand
How firm's his grip shows the basic premise of his plan
Envisioned death in his iris from the look in his eye
Dude's grilling me like, "What, you really looking to die?"
The tightened clench 'round the handle had clued me in
My theory is this, his seriousness would soon begin
A rhyme 'bout his lazy eye made this scrub kid hate me
Pulling a gat out on stage he, don't care for public safety
Especially not mine, murder was probably the intent
Till I decided to breakdown the pyschology of the event
Beneath the rage lies a hint of hesitation I guess
Instead of awaiting a battle the crowd's now awaiting my death

Waving wildly at everyone screaming some sick stuff precise
-ly the time I was quick to go and pick up the mic
Discreetly, he didn't see me as I hid it behind my back
I'm enthused cuz he's confused, it sorta signifies the act
The strength of my words gave him that screwface in the first place
I'm controlling his emotions, 'bout to stick him in a worse place
Spittin' where it hurts, still battling this guy with gats
In raps I ask, "How you gonna hit me with an eye like that?
Being critical of your physical, body language looks awfully anguished
You too smart or too dumb to shoot but end up oftly vanquished"
Went silent for a moment, allowin him to react to that
Noticin a vulnerable look, so I'll keep on attackin' that

"Getting glossy eyed and shaky, check out this punk ass fugazi
I'd sign you but come on...what have you done for me lately
Raised such a gangsta rapper, how bad your mother must feel
Knowing you going to jail for life, trying to show his brothers what's real"
Sensed his rage start waning, I think logic's taking over
Wait, he's lowering his gun...seems that all this may be over
"What's that? You want the mic?" I toss it across to him
"Wow it's dead quiet in here. For words, I'm at a loss too and
I want to apologize, I'm really just a coward with heat
Props rhymed me down to a sour defeat with the power of speech"
The pen's mightier than the sword, I'm excited it's 'bout done
And I thought, in this case, the mic's mightier than the gun
I turn to the crowd in triumph, proud that I got him off me
(POP)Searing pain, I can't believe it...this mother****er shot me

*fades to black*

[Universe]

Ah, good timing. You posted just before me... so fukk it, I'll read yours before I do...

*reads*

"Getting glossy eyed and shaky, check out this punk ass fugazi
I'd sign you but come on...what have you done for me lately

I want to apologize, I'm really just a coward with heat
Props rhymed me down to a sour defeat with the power of speech"

Ha...

Good piece here. Longer and with more detail than I'm used to seeing from you too. Glad to see quantity didn't effect your quality.

Later.

[spanky freedom]

i thought this was cool
funny
and lets the reader in on alot of the intricacies which actually go into the art of battling off the top

[Irish-dipstick]

cool drop ya'll above.

dropped to some effect, dropped like a needle to leave posion now inject,
look this is bout to infect/ look its like this like that, i drop this keystyle oh yes and i aint skinny but fat the big notorious id dropped so hot u couldn't touch u love my style just don't take it too far i can get a bit much, u be swag but wat is it ur a few short of the whole kit am a fcuking mainac on the loose i knoe a hommie who went wit a girl i call her mosse lol but back to subject wit this killer rhyme and an immidete effect u like a tape i like recorder u just been ejected and more so rejected

[Propaganda]

wurd up