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My View of Enemies...peep and critique
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peeped: http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=93844
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=93352 http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=93834 my version of the played concept...with a few twists...this is one fat meta so please give me constructive criticism ... My mind escapes any vision even distant parallax/// spit wit precision..incisions deteriorate most ancient aritfacts/// Mc's fossilized..forced to lie..that my raps against them arent suitable/// yet suited in blue..some cats claim to bang when they rap from cubicles/// with played games..not me i disperse the new..Mc's yes ive served a few/// i've blessed this site(sight), but still see couple cats tryna curse my views/// lurkin in the pitch white, tryna pounce in the face of lightnin/// oblivious to my knowledge of the clear path that lied behind them/// learned their tendencies, learned the fact that they aint even enemies/// learned thier ways of walk only cuz they learned to respect me/// wantin to attack from behing..not knowin they overlapped my footsteps/// I'll barracade their skillz everytime i retract a movement/// i glance back at my student, tryna hide with strings dangled/// froze for a bit, continued on 10 steps to leave his strings strangled/// chokin every one of my words out his mouth this kid dissolved down south/// my last pupil to convo with satan and let em know what im all about/// thinkin im back home..but my physical form just conquered an inner demon/// satan's losin hold..every pad i rage on enemies is an evil releasin/// i'da been free by now..but every crumpled page puts a stall to the scheme of the sequence/// just need a few to go, waitin for next dude to ingint my fuse to blow/// satan wants me back, so he fucks my life hopin he can bruise my flow/// instead i stare back..reflecting past faces of my fallen underclass-men/// they died from grasped pens..knowin full well what was comin at them/// and thats when..i found i couldnt stand the sight of my enemies/// so i smashed the mirror..grabbed a pen and recharged my energy/// criticize now...fat metaphorical session...peace ...and no weak wack critiques please...break it down.....late |
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