[King David]
Pound out a masterpiece , a catastrophe
Broke the system masterfully
The bastard seed
Rap’s illegitimate son
The chosen one
Makin the crowds run when I raise my gun
But this gun aint got a clip
It’s 100 millimeters wit two lips
I only count blue chips
My rhymes are royal
While my opponents toil
Til their brain’s is boiled
And leaking fluids
My flow’s the pinnacle, you can’t pursue it
My mind is fluent in rhymes I’m prudent
My whole crew is lucid, ask my girl lucent

[Lucent] [ghostwritten by King David, completely, just for sample purposes]
You heard of gangsters?, well we’re gang stars
So them other planets ain’t on our radar
Above par, raising the bar, so far above the levels where they are
Niggas bow down and respect the new czars, kings of this rap game
Regardless of fame, jus speakin our names sends a shiver through your frame
Beyond the comprehension of your mortal brain, can’t attain our range of planes of understanding, bam bammin mics, killin freestyle nights, annihilatin any mc steppin to our might, it’s a constant fight, getting the formula right, it changes all the time, but we have seen the light, it shines and brights our path, as I traverse this verse with wrath, my rage is spillin, I feel like killin, I know im illin, poppin pills, with a brazen will, playin the field and blazin steel, somebody grab the wheel, im careenin outta control, and im about to keel over, in my Range Rover, rollin on the streets it gets no colder, no support, cause I possess a mind of another sort, and I don‘t resort to lazy retorts and pointless reports of politics, acknowledge it, the flow‘s nasty, and the words is sassy but this bitch is classy, eatin up mics like mike and ikes, I write till my mind’s no longer right, and I lose my sight, respect my bark, but never forget my bite

[King David]
Any intrusion into my views, an I’ll contuse your soul, and confuse your mind, cause I infuse the pools of fools, and break the rules, dumbin down a sound, pound to an ounce, to trounce all chance of misinterpretation, give it a bounce and pounce on the club sensation, keep racing my point across the nation, generational gaps are bridged through my raps, you can’t map my path, you can’t crunch the math, so complex, the nexus is next to us, we concuss your trust to dust, then adjust what’s just, so you lust over our skill, but still can’t touch… so while your blades rust, we’re stainless steel, and cause wounds that can’t heal, maybe a raw deal, but we’re just being real, deliver words you can feel

i replied to wordpperfect disses to chrit, i replied to la tiems by snake eyes, and ...

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<center>HemiSphere
The Write Side Of Your Mind</center>

look!! by handcuffs

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<center>HemiSphere
The Write Side Of Your Mind</center>

dope styles you got there meng, but i need more explanation on behalf of your part. but nevertheless, the shit was cool.

IT WAS STRAIGHT
YOUR WORPLAY IS ON POINT NO DOUBT....IREALLY DONT SE THE ADVANCED WORDPLAY OR COMPLEXITY THAT I THOUGHT YOU WOULD HAVE......BUT A REAL GOOD READ AND WORTH UPPIN

ima put some real complex shit on soon, i jsu havent had the time, this is just a song i wrote for this girl, i think its on some underground cd now...thanks for the critique

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<center>HemiSphere
The Write Side Of Your Mind</center>

Rap’s illegitimate son
The chosen one
Makin the crowds run when I raise my gun

that line was dope i liked it the lines were simple but good to read overall good post just returning the favor

i need to learn how to up stuff

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<center>HemiSphere
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come on peopel i reply to ten open mics a day, it aint that hard uppin^

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<center>HemiSphere
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ive replied to liek 25 open mics today short and long, and it don't take that long..i8 know u may not wanna do it, but that's why we post on here to get responses to be critiqued, we all love to see what other people think of what we say, if we didnt we'd all be content writin shit in word, spittin into ur comp mic and leavin it there for u to listen to, but no we want peopel to listen that what makes hip hop, people, so peopel read and critique shit, suck it up and read someone else's rhymes, take a sec out of im in peeps form school/work etc...mayeb im writin this cuase im tired of peopel sleepin on my stuff, but everyone that comes here everyday puttin up hot shit but gettin no love knows what im talkin about, im done rantin for now....

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<center>HemiSphere
The Write Side Of Your Mind</center>

aight aight ima hit yall off wit somethin new....

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<center>HemiSphere
The Write Side Of Your Mind</center>

LmaO. . this wasnt all that great, flow was onpoint but that was basically it it, a lot of the rhyming words were one or two syllables, internals and multi's were in the very basic stages, you had nothing there to really draw me in or hold my attention, content wise this wasnt above average, i must say, it'll take a lot of practice before you become good at this type of thing. The piece was basically another 'bragging rights' effort, the oldest most played topic an open mic can be about where you try to force wordplay and brag about untrue happenings, i didnt like this at all, sorry. Im not hating, just giving my advice.

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W o r d P e r f e c t

try checkin out now or nuthin, its my other open mic, it should dispel all misconceptions you have of my style and ability

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<center>HemiSphere
The Write Side Of Your Mind</center>

i got ur advice, and now im jsu tryin to get this piece elevated, then ill u p my new one

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