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Being About It
Being About It
My type feature is like a teacher don’t accept excuses They never help produces the truth they like hypotenuses Fight and strangles opposite of right angles with abuses My task great like a classmate must pass in class with good Grades the hood made me smart so I persuade with art and should Draw pictures they’re flaws in my scriptures just being sincere Like the design of new cars a mind has true scars the first year And that’s when the worse appear need a Sprite starting to thirst in here Manuscript strong and bold with plans to strip the clothes off Microphones causing a naked sound when I break it down never false Lot of trash in the world but like an abashed girl I run from strangers Tote guns like rangers when some cats approach dumb it angers Me but use self control to stay deft and bold dodges criminal charges Duck in garages until my luck enlarges like soldiers I dress in camouflage Some cats hope to be a nurse but not dope with the disperse Of verse so their medicine don’t cure patients and listeners get worse End up in intensive care its expensive to share whack rhymes With smart exact minds black nines on tables crime takes time Stuff like medicine it abates pain and create flames that shakes Brains like earthquakes and burst fakes you can pick it by the crates |
This piece was decent, not the best, but ok. The flows was off at points and some parts got me confused and/or seemed useless. The vocab was ok, fell down at points and the whole hipotenuses didn't satisfy me. The multies were good and the topic was common but nothings wrong with that, so keep up. 6.5/10
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Madik thanks for the props and critique on this one appreciate that dawg
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The_Messenger thanks for the critique and props for real
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yo' mad can you return the favor and feed on my open mics in my sig, thanks bro.
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Drop a link or this will be closed
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Can't Believe 28 People Read And Only Two Responded Come On Yall
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'Cuz you's G-A-R-B-A-G-E son.
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knaledg1 DAMN YOU'RE BITER I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BIT THE WORDS THAT I USED TO DISS YOU WITH SO I CAN'T BE GARBAGE I FYOU'RE BITTING MY WORDS HA! HA! HA! HA!
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How'd I bit you kid?
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THIS IS THE FIRST THREE LINES OF MY DISS TO YOU (YOU BIT THE FIRST LINE)
How can you be KNALEDGE1 when you garbage son You don’t have a car or a van even with the help of Tarzan You couldn’t defeat a bundle of apes or eat jungle grapes not a star man |
You bit me son I talk wit' tha word "son" Besides if I didn't remember dat you're shit wasn't dat good.
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Decent
Dont do this repetitive though homie, it gets annoying....work on some multi's and some better vocab, youll get there though keep it up `1 |
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