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02-17-04, 10:52 AM | #1 | ||||||
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the holy grail (full narrative)
IP: 224F DCB8
the whole story, set after the dojo of the flow. this is long...so make a drink or something. lol. probably the best shit i've ever wrote.
i took my training skills that i learned in the dojo/ and left on a quest to find the next level of mojo/ my posessions in a napsack and sandals on my feet/ i walked the rocky road to a random base beat/ i'd heard of a legend told by the old and frail/ of an object called the hip-hop holy grail/ the chalice is only touched by the chosen few/ the rest who failed the test merely froze in view/ of its beauty, so shoot me, thats where i was headed/ keeping my eyes peeled for danger wherever i treaded/ i met a traveller from an antique land/ who told me, to boldly, make my way to the sand/ the great desert of dispair where travellers unaware/ would become forever lost in its gravelly snare/ i walked a 100 miles in the blistering heat/ sweat pouring from my body and hissing at my feet/ dodged rattlesnakes, fought battle dates set along the way/ other emcees could tempt-me and lead my quest astray/ suffering from dehydration, my voice nearly lost/ i wondered if the price was too dear a cost/ i'd nearly turned back before i saw the oasis/ i thought it was a hallucination and faced it/ a man stood at the edge with a mic in his hand/ and told me that to drink i had to fight for this land/ i summoned my last strength and commenced the battle/ threw punches with loud crunches like a foot hitting gravel/ he acknowledged my skill and gave me the draught of life/ he grinned a sad smile, laughed a laugh of spite/ said he'd taken the same quest and met with failure/ found himself banished by the holy grail, no saviour/ he'd been cursed to man this post until the end of time/ to rend the minds of travellers and pen his rhymes/ he was a veteran very few men where better then/ if no-one could get the grail his curse would never end/ i learned the next step in my path of trails/ to find the speakerbox palace, a task thats wild/ confront the gatekeeper who was holding the keys/ show him my steez and make the man bow to his knees/ "how do you plead?" i said guilty and continued to walk/ it was a full days travel with many sinews and forks/ in the road, now feeling bold with the sun on my back/ i picked up my pace and began to run on the track/ the spires came into view on the red horizon/ i stared in awe, no denying the sight was surprisin'/ there were towers 300 feet high and covered in amps/ that glared without light like they were smothered in lamps/ another quick glance, the message could be told in braile/ this was the next step to the holy grail/ the gates to the palace were sealed and barred/ they stood 20 feet high all covered in barbs/ i saw a bard with some turntables standing nearby/ he told told me his learned fable, how to cross and here try/ to negociate the gates i needed philosophy/ some souped vocabulary and imagery/ i stood pondering, constructing up the bars in my mind/ to use on these bars, put the bars to the grind/ i said: "if a wise man is just a fool in disguise then the whole ocean is just a pool on the rise my potential is sequential to become expontential obsticles are illusions displayed in the mental" the gates rusted and dusted, blew away with the wind/ the bard faded into nothing, i could play this to win/ with renewed hope, i walked through the gates to the courtyard/ with new strength in the muscles i brought, hard/ my next step was ascending and such/ a spiral staircase, there placed, depending as much/ on the endurance as pure sense, i started to climb/ inventing more lines with the spark in my mind/ six hundred and sixty-six footfalls more/ i was confronted quick with a seven foot tall door/ beyond it was the end, the object of my quest/ i was left speculating what project was next/ i drew my mic, clutched it tight, my knuckles turned white/ a holy weapon with the power of a shuttle burned bright/ the door flew back, a man stood with a crown on his head/ with tattered clothes and eyes that were drowning in red/ he said: "this is you last task, child of the beat either teach me defeat or be resting in piece" the sky darkened, light from the windows had vanished/ all i could see remaining was the glow from the chalice/ this was no time to back out, i closed my eyes/ and read the lines imprinted on the blackest of skies/ "since the birth of the universe without a question to learn lifes lesson is to obtain perfection from this life to the next one, reincarnation seek the power that could put the 'what' in tarnation across every nation, radio station every channel broadcasting comtemplation its my meditations that have lead me to this verbal penetraition, narrative or a diss you cant stop me alone or a million men strong or with a manuscript written a billion pens long my hundred bars give you a hundred scars and leave echoes in time and thunder far" with that, the king dissolved in a cloud of smoke/ yet i still heard the words he proudly spoke/ "congratulations warrior, you've completed your quest so heres the reward for you for defeating the best take a look inside the cup and observe the reaction" i did as i'd been told, from the heard to the action/ inside the shining grail was a message in gold/ that glowed in the darkness, impressively told/ it read: "the road of progress is a neverending path theres no limit to our limits, forever it lasts this cup is a trinket, but a symbol of skill you've taken the next step to being truly ill" |
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02-17-04, 10:55 AM | #2 | |||
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daaam homie. Hold up ill come back and reply later i gotta to to school, but all i can say now is great stuff.
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02-17-04, 10:58 AM | #3 | ||||||
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IP: 6F9E F23B
U got this in audio? U prob will..send me the link in a PM
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02-17-04, 11:16 AM | #4 | |||
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IP: 6E20 6360
This was real good i though man...the imagery was sooo nice.....and the flow was a little shaky at times...but nontheless i could read it pretty fine...structure is so-so...but thats not the point in my eyes....ur vocabulary is good aswell...and thats a plus..i like good vocab...overall this peice was good...with some real nice imagery man...props..i give this a 8/10....stay up...
if u can..check out my peice....called " All Alone " its as long as ur and worth the read.... http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=114842 thanx homie...yep... HoLLa....
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02-17-04, 02:27 PM | #5 | ||||
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This is nice (I gotta come back and finish it) but so far the imagery and everything is nice so you know its gonna get up'd. I'll express then. First vs and 1/2 is nice. One
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