The Movement
 

This ryme writin got me goin insane,
wit rage i adapt to d pain,from this game dat rains,
so much sorrow it maims,
close my eyes and i see,complex ryme schemes dat flow
thru my viens,
Cursed to carry my cross alone,
and when i spit,
my saliva make it shine like chrome,
ohhhhh!
sorry to drop a punchline there,
my sound rip(REAP) like paper whenever it tears,
but i neva sowed(SEWED) like farmers or lazy tailors,
4get d moral of d story,
there's more to d story,
causing damage to ear snares,
always a step ahead of my peers,Cee Ya remain on top,
like gas flares,
no throne though,
all i got b plastic chairs,
so yall could dance round and round,
but d game aint musical chairs,
u can't stand d music i bear,
its grizzly,so u cats betta prepare,
4 d holocaust,40 days and 40 nights,men!
and if anyone dares,
to stand against d movement,
dis artist will have to draw tears,from u like lil girls! :nono:

hit me back wit wat u think of the verse!

It was ok...I would have liked to see you upp your vocab, and your structure sucked...Lyrics were ok for the most part, except for lacking creativity...Overall, this was pretty basic, but you have potential, so elevate, and do it again...

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