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whyte ave vs george k stanza
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Up and up I go -
step by step I’ve crept to collect the respect instead my head's a mess and a set of bloody toes is all I’m left after my trek except for the steady flow of nightmares, the flights of stairs burned into memory destinations and the faces of people who won't remember me after tomorrow, perhaps another chapter in the sorrow that's known as my life and I might decide to borrow a map, take my tracks back in the right direction on a path to find my mind climb with a shine to rest in the company of what comforts me nestled at the top but I’ve gone so many floors wondering if it'll ever stop and when I get there is it fair to say it's what I've expected because now I’m far too anxious to be thankful there's a message to be learned, some how earned amidst the insecurity of never knowing where to turn yet discerning this appears to be the goal of my soul in an attempt to understand what purpose the trip holds in the folds of bigger plans ... ‘cus is there a man, who can honestly say he’s never doubted for a second he wouldn’t reach the summit and plummet off the mountain? it’s the sound hid beneath his pleas that beats to leave compounded the peaks that he seeks to achieve in reprieve to keep feet grounded |
nice drop...I'm gunna be 0-3, and possibly sign out cause I really dont have time
did this up really quickly...so flow probably sucks on it and all that If each day is a step, I’ve walked almost seven thousand The steps have led me nowhere, and alone I will stand In the darkness of life, I sink further into depression I even think of death, without a change in facial expression Why go on any further, when you aren’t satisfied Many steps are slippery with the tears I’ve cried Today I’ve finally had enough, and break my stair Fall through and die in an attempt to end my despair My soul leaves the expired body it once filled The first step appears, a staircase I must rebuild The days trudge on and heavens gates fade from sight The depths of hell, become the only source of light But the stairs continue on past hell Like I, my soul climbs alone as well In the dark, the stairs continue to grow Even in death my depression will show |
ok george wins he had a much more complex and deeper rhyme better flow as well i could see this as a spoken word open mic also he had much better vocab and used it properly he basically beat whyte on all levels from image on up.
vote-george |
Aii This Is how i feel
George Came Wit A DEF Better Emotional Piece than Whyte although Whyte had some good vacob But It still wasnt That Good.............Really I feel That George Covered The topic Alot Much Better Than Whyte So .... My vote.., George |
of nightmares, the flights of stairs burned into memory
destinations and the faces of people who won't remember me this alone was enough to win this battle.. if it had better structure.. george k. took this battle pretty easily.. he had way better flow and his wordplay was pretty good for a poem... emotion was decent... imagery wasnt too good but it wasnt bad either just mediocre... whyte you verse was mediocre as a whole... you had the better imagery, and maybe a lil better emotion, but you poem wasnt in depth... it was just on the surface.. basic i'll say.. should have came doper, every other aspect geogre took v/ george |
Have to say G got this one he came better and clearer on this one, I think his lines where more extended in this one and made it clearer for me to read but no hate to you just work on more vocab and more emotion in this one and it will be all right.
Up and up I go - step by step I’ve crept to collect the respect instead my head's a mess and a set of bloody toes is all I’m left after my trek except for the steady flow of nightmares, the flights of stairs burned into memory destinations and the faces of people who won't remember me after tomorrow, perhaps another chapter in the sorrow that's known as my life and I might decide to borrow a map, take my tracks back in the right direction on a path to find my mind climb with a shine to rest in the company of what comforts me nestled at the top but I’ve gone so many floors wondering if it'll ever stop 10/10 vt george |
George.
Dont ask me for info, cuz its fucking obvious |
George Wins...clsed
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