Free Agent
 

Poetry Drop:

A Spotted Reality

I awoke from sleep to find that I was a beautiful leopard.
Confused about reality and which life is the dream.
I shed my thoughts of humanity and embrace the beast.
Blinking away the black spots of confusion for those of life.

My entire body surges with vitality that I never knew before.
I have just awoken and yet I could outrun most anything.
Coiling my back legs I launch like a bullet from a gun.
Running for the sheer joy of the wind in my face.

I am a yellow streak on the golden plains of my home.
The rushing air cools the sweat glistening on my flanks.
The ground has become a slight sensation under my feet.
As I melt in with my surroundings…and nearly fly.

My run slows and I pad over to the shade of the treeline.
Where cool forest meets hot plain I come to take my rest.
My claws leave divots in the tree bark where I climb up.
Curling up on a tall branch to watch and make my rest.

Sleep comes in a lazy way, making me dopey.
But my half-lidded eyes suddenly pop open.
I feel a rumbling in my huge lithe belly.
So I watch the movement on the plains and wait.

I leap from my branch and land lightly on my feet.
I have a target, and I begin to run again, quickly.
The gazelle sees me and begins to run also.
It has no chance, to it I’m the fastest thing alive.

I leap and my teeth make contact with its neck.
Our bodies roll over and over in the dirt of the plain.
I spring up to my feet and my prey lies still in the dust.
Taking the corpse in my teeth, I head back to my tree.

My belly full, I lean my head against the cool bark.
I am the pinnacle of my evolution, nothing can compare.
And as sleep sneaks up on the greatest of hunters.
I wonder, will I be on two legs when I wake tomorrow?






Battle against Wicked One:

Fuck a “Wicked One,” I spit devilish lines with “Wicked Tongues”/
Kid I really only had to show and drop a verse to leave you outdone./

Son, I cause more “throwed backs” than the dude in your signature./
The whackest MC I’ve seen, so anti-ill that I’ll call this ~kid a cure~/

Leave with wins.You claim wickedness but I leave Satan appeased with sins/
My punches leave opponents heads spinnin faster than your “avvy’s rims.”/

BOOM! Man my sick lyrics “rock your box” you’re ~far from top.~/
You only “C(See) Rhymes” when I paste your eyes to “Hop On Pop”/

Step in my way and I’ll slash ~straight through,~ I’ll flat ~slay you~/
When you get on stage is the only time people are yelling “DJ WHO?”/

A come Check Us Out we Dont Have A name But Still Thinking Come Join Only For the Hot N00bies And the Vets So Come Down And Say Ya On The Roster then Ill Put You On Okay And Thats it You DOWN WITH A CREW WITH NO NAME

50th brigade is the hottest thing on the site, check it out hommie

^^^^^ Hes Lieing that Crew Might be wack Dunno Theres Only 1 or no members in it come to my crew theres no one in it but ill make you co-Leader but my crew is always active

yo that was hot. that poetry drop was deep and u got him on that battle. come to 50th Brigade we could use someone like you

ay man dont listen to ill defence he dont know what hes talkin about. 50th Brigade already got a forum. he only got 2 mc's in his crew. everybody in our crew would beat him

No Actually I Dont have None But im Looking

yeah don't listen 2 ill defence...he wack...no hate ill...even tho i'm not wit 50th brigade they hott but if u don't go wit them u could get wit I.G.U.

ayo respect for that shit dipset. im uppin this shit for 50th brigade, co leader here and we could use someone like u subtletee. we hot and gettin hotter

i aint even heard of 50th Brigade....so they cant be too good.. and i know my crew isnt that good.

I'm considering. And blinkz, get out of my thread, I don't like to see biters in my thread you little bitch.

hey blinkz suck a dick faggot. u little newb mother fucker... look at my roster bitch then tell me we aint good

Blinkz man shut the hell up kid n come holla at 50th Brigade

VIOLENT TYPE is the crew for ya holla at me....