OK ME AND PHRANTIK DID A COLLAB ABOUT WAT WE BOTH THOUGHT WHEN WE USED THE TERM 'INK BLOTS'
REAL DEEP STUFF
ALSO IF U DON'T MIND LET US KNOW WAT U THINK WHEN 'INK BLOTS' IZ SAID

MY VERSE
Ink Blots on my paper while i'm contemplatin my lyrics in deep thought//
I write them intensely cuz i'm caught up, so i just can't jot//
Somedayz i recall writin extroadonary pieces only to remember the ink blots changed 'em up//
This metaphorical anointment haz me freqently rhymin comotions//
My message constanly sent but wat never got their waz the annotion//
People jaded from the absence of my lyrical potion//
But on the contrary my rhymes are the opposite of arbitrary//
These ink blots are inordinary//
Extroadinary//
Like a censor, just altered out of nowhere//
Instead of my message sayin go there its come here//
These ink blots are my fear//
Lead me to tears for years, i try and put it back in the rear//
Of my mind, These ink blots y does it have to happen to mine//
With out them I could do just fine//
If not better//
I'd love to execute and just be-head-her//
But it was my beatiful mind that fed her//
Its almost like these aren't my rhymes, its co-ownership//
There is 2 artists in my head like I'm dicentric//

PHRANTIK'S VERSE
Obsessed thoughts of war and peace, of happieness and sorrow /
My mind is racin with so many ideas I wont finsh them til tomorrow /
So choose one, I must, throught boom and bust, pic one to write my rhyme /
I keep on thinking not noticing that ive become a victim of time /
The clock tics by faster and faster, and im trapped in its world /
Some many things happening at once my head has already twirled /
Around in circles I chase my thoughts thinking of what to write /
I sit and I think with my pen sittin still all through the night /
Its seems to be 9 pm, but it already it is 3/
And I sit and think over about what my rhyme will be /
And finally Im hit with an idea, the light goes off in my head /
To sit and write about how time flys and how soon I will be dead /
Another few years my life will pass, ans I will be buried down deep /
How in a few years my heart will stop and ill be left to sleep /
The ink starts pourin, rippin the paper dyin it an inky blue /
Spillin ill rhymes about how time made a victim of us two /
We rush through life not savouring it, we should enjoy every day /
Write down or thoughts, and describe our world and not let it slip away /
Make ink blots with our wonderful thoughts write everything down in a book /
So when the time comes and your ready to pass, you can open it up and look /
You've faced the joys and depressions and how they've helped you grow /
And how the pen you hold in your hand has tought you all you know /

damn, madd props to both of you, wordplay and madd imagery, vocab was aiight for this, tight rhymes

hmm... ink blots?
i just think of knocked out subconsciousness spilt out your pen left as a reminder of where time went when you thought you wrote shit... i guess

peace to both of you, keep spitting


signed,
~madd

This is some crazy deep shit right here, niggas sleepin on yall but this was definately worth reading

This Was An Aight Piece..Nice Creativity..And The Vocab Was Good..You Could Of Worded Some Of It Better..But Both Verse's Were Tight..Work On Ya Bar Lengths And Ya Contruction Is Aight..

thanx 4 tha love

uppin 4 more

^ I'll agree on that! I normally don't like this kinnda shit but it was a good read...Keep it up...~1~

DON'T SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!

come on folks

i liked dis poem a lot and i think each of yous guy's pieces complimented tha otha. it was tight. ya'll worked well together. keep it up. one

thanx UPPIN

hmm i liked this ya'll did a good job....intrestin way of doing a collab..but thats what poetry is about...creativity..much luv..God bless..1...

SKYIN

DON"T SLEEP

COME ON YA'LL SHOW LOVE

SKYIN