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Rap battle
hypnotical word play that will make u glance//
an impossible structure as i take my stance// try breaking down my walls u don't have a chance// standing ova 6 feet tall, proudly glaring// sizeing up my opponent, aggressive staring// niggaz behind him, eventually daring him// to take me on, now were squaring// As i prepare to hit him with a crunch-line// i can see this bitch doesn't have a punch-line// i take full advantage of this disability// flip my script, he's lost his visibility// like a bullet from a gun, i hit him hard// he feels the hit, emotionally scar'd// Now i've discard a member of the rap society// every nigga watching, has props for me// i move gracefully into the next round// like in a morgue i make no sound// i think of my word play on how to cuss this dick out// as he take to the mic, all he can do is shout// i laugh in suspense and hit the high note// laugh at his shit and make him write down what i quote// hand the mic back, and ask for the shit he wrote// pocket the paper and light up a smoke// i know he's out, and i have no remorse// he looks into the crowd, theres a silent pause// he's choking up the words he thought would hit me// but like in the western times, theres only one of us who can run this city// blissfully n skillful, i nod with respect// i've fucked this guy completely, with out one fucking regret... |
It lacvked any punches / personally / multi's / internals, had a choppy basic flow, poor transition, little creativity, no writers voice and your word choice was horrible.
Go and write a piece with imagery and emotion rather than twaddle about 'niggas' = / |
^^^Cam??????
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had some good punches. i think the lines sould be longer. it's just my style. but your short lines work 'cause you had nice word play. i actually could see the picture in my head as a was reading it.
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