Freestyle
Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 3:50 pm
Within rhythm I am spittin' wisdom,
hittin' all these kittens with the vision that I'm livin',
but all they wishin' for is to be a vicious bore.
I would listen more if you question'd who you are,
tried to find the a better door to walk in your metaphors.
I let it roar, like a vet at war, but I set it raw,
while these others never walk at all, just balk and fall,
I keep my feet movin' forward, I don't even need to speak no words,
And I'd still be breakin' down the bars, and escaping from the prison yard,
I ain't tryin' to come hard, I'm just spittin' like I hum bars,
cuz every word I say comes from the heart, and I'm plum sick a' beef, sarge,
Let the beat release ya far from the beast that feeds ya,
I seed these breezin' beats, with a peace a' me to complete
a path that I'll never leave, cuz I'm steppin' steady and will never cease.
Like a feather I float, and I ain't one to gloat,
but I gotta flow that could better what you know.
Cuz my purpose ain't the same as what you hold,
I'm climbin' up the ladder of my soul, tryin' to be my role,
as a leader to the youth, help em find the road.
I'mma never quit this goal, cuz I'm upliftin' spirits that I've never known,
If you hear this in ear it's spherical, comin' full circle back to where I hold my hope.
I ain't one to feed the fools ego, no, and ain't no saint, but I paint my goals...
-- Sat Sep 18, 2010 4:19 pm --
Feel like freestylin' again-- so here's another freekey--
__________________
I fly like a hawk, and spy on the block.
Keep my eye on the blind cats who flock
to the lies by default, and rise just ta talk.
I'm findin' your faults, but u don't need ta sulk...
I ain't one to judge cuz I got my own faults,
and I ain't lettin' em hold me down, so I overcome this clown
who could never be the one who found profound sounds.
I pound down on the ground with my fists stiff to hit shit.
U can't miss this, misfit, it just is bliss, bitch,
so sick kid, its kissin' the clouds and physics can't hold me down.
Listen now, my condition is efficient, and I isn't loud,
But I whisper words that uplift this sound,
but are missed be clowns who gather round the whack.
So for that I smack, and matter fact, I splatter cats and make em drown.
Cuz my flow is so fluid, but all u do is rhyme sewage,
don't do it, cuz while I pursue gifts, you fool's spit ish.
All these kids wish they could be the big fish,
but they never dig or try to find life's biggest gifts.
hittin' all these kittens with the vision that I'm livin',
but all they wishin' for is to be a vicious bore.
I would listen more if you question'd who you are,
tried to find the a better door to walk in your metaphors.
I let it roar, like a vet at war, but I set it raw,
while these others never walk at all, just balk and fall,
I keep my feet movin' forward, I don't even need to speak no words,
And I'd still be breakin' down the bars, and escaping from the prison yard,
I ain't tryin' to come hard, I'm just spittin' like I hum bars,
cuz every word I say comes from the heart, and I'm plum sick a' beef, sarge,
Let the beat release ya far from the beast that feeds ya,
I seed these breezin' beats, with a peace a' me to complete
a path that I'll never leave, cuz I'm steppin' steady and will never cease.
Like a feather I float, and I ain't one to gloat,
but I gotta flow that could better what you know.
Cuz my purpose ain't the same as what you hold,
I'm climbin' up the ladder of my soul, tryin' to be my role,
as a leader to the youth, help em find the road.
I'mma never quit this goal, cuz I'm upliftin' spirits that I've never known,
If you hear this in ear it's spherical, comin' full circle back to where I hold my hope.
I ain't one to feed the fools ego, no, and ain't no saint, but I paint my goals...
-- Sat Sep 18, 2010 4:19 pm --
Feel like freestylin' again-- so here's another freekey--
__________________
I fly like a hawk, and spy on the block.
Keep my eye on the blind cats who flock
to the lies by default, and rise just ta talk.
I'm findin' your faults, but u don't need ta sulk...
I ain't one to judge cuz I got my own faults,
and I ain't lettin' em hold me down, so I overcome this clown
who could never be the one who found profound sounds.
I pound down on the ground with my fists stiff to hit shit.
U can't miss this, misfit, it just is bliss, bitch,
so sick kid, its kissin' the clouds and physics can't hold me down.
Listen now, my condition is efficient, and I isn't loud,
But I whisper words that uplift this sound,
but are missed be clowns who gather round the whack.
So for that I smack, and matter fact, I splatter cats and make em drown.
Cuz my flow is so fluid, but all u do is rhyme sewage,
don't do it, cuz while I pursue gifts, you fool's spit ish.
All these kids wish they could be the big fish,
but they never dig or try to find life's biggest gifts.
