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Artistry - By Poet
(Was partly a topical, but the battle was declined so I finished the peice as an open mic with a lot more lines then usual) Artistry - By Poet Psychology of a Liar Imagine my world.. Corrupted.. Imagination is all Im worth.. Hiding in lies, shrouded victem of awkward dispise since birth.. Like a heist of my mind.. These deamons control me repeatidly.. N Impulsive decisions to lie, like my own mind conceited me.. I heatidly shrug it off.. No problem.. Im phychologically stable.. N able to pass entire days not placing one lie on life's table.. However trust is an issue.. So much, I would barly trust myself.. Constructing elaborate schemes, with dreams of extortion n wealth.. Distorting my mental health.. Cursed with an addictive personality.. Relying on memory N different lives, metaphorically like life is a parody.. Living Double Lives 5am as I awake, take time to define the days entire planed formality.. Kiss my wife gently, with a flash back into distant forms of normality.. Then automatically switch mobiles, re-face my mindstate with a bold smile.. A family reality.. Replaced by criminal mentality.. "Compleatly cold N vial".. Supporting an un-born child, With the mind of a professional Con-Man.. Respectivly known as an artist, each action I make is a formed plan.. Steping out of my residence, wave with a smile facing my neibour.. Fooling him senceless, abusing moves with the greatest faking behaviour.. Adjust my shades, fix my tie, my minds steadly right n ready for another day.. Out the driveway, Attitude in-guaged, But hey, I slam my foot down N drive-away.. The Set-Up Stroll through the doors of the bank, finding the perfect candidate.. Without delay, select aprentice bank teller planning their fate.. I read the lable, she was young, just started workin this job.. Scared to do something wrong.. Psychologically feeble off the top.. So I stand in line, starting to read n Examine her every move.. Getting closer..... Rehersing lines like I got nuthin to lose.. Never confused, clear thinking cuz my objective is unsuspected.. Greet the girl behind the counter presenting a phony check quick.. Spark conversation, "Hows things?" to keep her mind off her work.. "My daughters named Carrol" ficticious blinding of this introvert.. Words just roll off my tongue, instructing to please move along.. Before the dreaded words are spoken, "Sir, I think somethings wrong.." Plan 'B' No Exaduration......I could of fucking strangled this bitch.. Im here to acomplish a simple robery.. kid you get the jist? "Theres a .45 in my jacket, Requesting the money inside ya counter".. "Stop wimpering bitch... Remind me whos controlling the power".. I see a red light, no sound.. Employees suddenly become aware.. Of my presence, they walk slowly commencing to have a good stare.. There was silence followed by sirens, followed by cops on loud speakers.. There goes my life.. With my record.. Blue suits are worse then grim reapers.. What do I do, un-armed.. I surrender, lying face flat on the floor.. I been to jail once.. Looks like that experience is due for an encore.. Final Moments Of Freedom Ive been defeated.......Beaten by authorities at my own game.. Making the most of my last moments, kissing the cross on my chain.. I cant believe it, what'll happen to the the life of my child.. Cuz Seems like everybody's future's an individual hell file.. From something stupid like money.. Realising my lifes a sham.. Entire existance of my being, seemingly tracked off the plan.. I realise what I am.. Conclusions hit me, my minds on fire.. Understanding my problems, all these years I been Denying Im a Liar.. Revelations This story could be the man standing at the bus stop.. Or it could be the man in line for a purchase at a corner shop.. Fact is, it could be anyone.. It could even be you.. So watch people.. N make assumptions on things that they do.. |
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Aight, I Aint Intrested In The Peice Ya Dropped, Its Them Titties In Ya Sig That Caught My Eye...........................
Naaaw, Decent Drop Poet, Solid Verses That All Had Meanin, 8/10... Plan B Was Off The Chain.. Keep Em Comin |
this was a nice drop.. i really was feelin it ... you had some nice emotions... good feelin going into the open mike... overall nice shyt keep it up poet... you hae mad talent ... :thumbsup:
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Thanks bro. Uppin for more feedback.
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good shit...........................................
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once again ..dope as fuck .........
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Uppin.....
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foreal, this drop was very well put together and set up perfectly, very vivid and emotional, and had great flow, nice vocab and imagery in your words as well, dope
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Thanks.. Uppin for more feedback.
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yo changed my mind this shit wack like WHOA....lmfao blame tha liqour
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Hahaha, I changed my mind about your last one I left feedback on..
Its no longer aiight, its now poo.. |
dope....i feel the words, and the vocab was good....
so who were you battling, and what topic was it originally? |
I was battling wild fire for a crew battle between AI and Class sic.. The topic was Denial but WildFire joined AI while the battle was open so he declined it and I finished it without bothering to link it into denial..
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dope piece man...i thought i told you to tell me when you were done? oh well...very dope piece...i liked "final moments of freeddom" this was put together nicely....the only thing i have to say is i would divided the lies, and reality...into different color font..or shape or somethin..i had to read it twice to REALLY follow along..maybe thats just me though..anyways...i'm not into the whole rating thing..so i'll just say i like it a lot..lol
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