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

The_Messenger thanks for the critique and props for real

yo' mad can you return the favor and feed on my open mics in my sig, thanks bro.

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Can't Believe 28 People Read And Only Two Responded Come On Yall

'Cuz you's G-A-R-B-A-G-E son.

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!

How'd I bit you kid?

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.