<--Skywriter-->
 

Marinate on this............

I’m at the level where it’s impossible for me to elevate
My chops salivate at the pound of the break beat, the sound of insane streets../
Motivates this poets state of mind, rest my head in Michigan
In the depth if listenin’ to the bowls of demons in my bed and wisperin’/
Provoking the locus like flowin goin’ to omens
To my tormented peoples who don’t know where they souls went/
This nigga tryin to move more souls than the S-dot-Carters
Contest my myters who’s sorry like the S-Dot-D-dot Padres, if I say/…
A verse, best believe it’s written in the stone of ages
from the art form birth from Planet Rock, magnify the gravel for clone of my faces/
‘cuz Im close to the streets, but my inner soul is in the heavens
Ghostwriting from the spirit of David, write perfected scrolls in the sevens/
Heartfelt flow conceive rain, while battle raps entrees thunder
Grasp the night to relive pain, and the morning sun to retreat under/
Cough out the clouds and take a shit in the form of tornadoes
I’m more than a mere emcee, I’m an immortal born to take over/..

.......Hard!!

hmm, I thought this is 'all-o-k-rytiee"

I thought this could be much more better



feel dat line, pretty creative, overall this was pretty decent, flow was off a little bit. Was this a little key or summin? felt like it.

Yhea pretty much, I did this while at the computer.WHile listening to Freeway's 'WHat We Do' instrumental. If you know that beat them the beat itself is has kinda of a abstract rhythem so The flow is unorthadox on pourpose, you can get the jist of it if you HEAR how it flows instead of SEE...it's kinda hard to interpret on text and I don't rhyme the traditional way...

Thanks for the input....uppin for more thoughts

^^Bump^^^

it was ok

aiight then.........