| Author | Topic: Get F*cking Real... |
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Member Since: 2011
Location: Wigger Slam Champ |  posted Monday, June 18, 2012 11:03:10 AM  
This just a piece i wrote just now in this box trying to be more direct, and use less abstract shit.
needs mad tightening. but well see what it looks like.
Get fucking real, whats the deal,
are yall so old of friends youve cycled back to kill?/
are your daps and love really smacks and smug,
is your support so flimsy,
that the only way to get behind me is to try to fuck me? really?/
do you look at yourself and feel something like hate?
or is it love that you wont share, carved out of dark fate?/
am i looking for an answer, questioning the wrong students?
are you sick of answering, & rather beckon arts trueness?/
do these demonstrations of connection get boring, blase',
are you feeling like music is the chore of your day?/
has exhaustion set in from grinding too much,
or are you still writing verses at work, grinding at lunch?
are these questions hard to answer, do you feel a little scared,
or are you quick to snap back some witty answers you prepared?/
are you really making music, or are you just racing to do this?
ive played at this for a decade, just be braced if you do this/
takes the patience of a bhuddist, or a strong ass crew with,
lots of support and exact science measure creative juices/
pick out ya troops from, the men who stood by,
while you scribed your heat out, kicked darts out the sky/
well i am here for you, wether its late or notm no matter,
cause this is a cycle, like sports, so get an alma mater/
i come from a schoolhouse about being honest to my builds,
give up when i pushed to hard, get back to building skills/
so i put it away at times, cause i push past my talents,
then whats left is a view askew untrue an unbalanced/
so i pull down the valance, relax my mind off the 4 count,
slippin down im deep before i knew what the songs about/
anyways, diff little style. seein if i can make it work..
more literal.
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Location: Wigger Slam Champ | posted Monday, June 18, 2012 12:28:51 PM
rewrite?
Get real, what is this cyclical deal,
are yall so old of friends youve cycled back to kill?/
daps and love murder smacks and smug, is your support so flimsy,
that the only way to get behind me is to try to fuck me? ... really?/
Really. do you look at yourself and feel something like hate?
or is it love that you wont share, carved out of dark fate?/
am i looking for an answer, questioning the wrong students?
are you sick of answering, & rather beckon arts trueness?/
do these demonstrations of connection get boring or blase',
are you feeling like music is a chore each and every day?/
has exhaustion set in - from grinding too much,
or are you still writing verses at work, grinding at lunch?/
are these questions hard to answer, do you feel a little scared,
or are you quick to snap back some witty answers you prepared?/
are you really making music, or are you just racing to this?
ive played at this a decade, just. be. braced. if you do this/
takes patience of a bhuddist, or a strong ass crew with,
support of exact science measure creative juices/
pick out ya troops from, the men who stood by you,
while you scribed your heart out, kicked darts out the sky blue/
well i am here for you, wether its late or of no matter,
cause this is a cycle, like sports, GET an alma mater/
come from honest schoolhouse been true to my builds,
I gave up when i push too hard, return to building skills/
so i put it away at times, cause i push past talents,
then whats left is a view askew untrue an unbalanced/
so i pull down the valance, relax my mind on the tantric route,
slippin down deep before i even knew what was this rap about/
Driftin off to sleep scoring dreams with my drums it becomes tantamount,
To illness, view beauty in my glory, no story without me- I AM ParaMouNT/
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Location: curse my hubris, CURSE IT!!! | posted Monday, June 18, 2012 2:21:50 PM
nasty like eeew. was rappin this over that b2gin beat. if i ever need a ghost writer you hired. chuckle. first one flowed nicer over the beat second was scripted iller but would take a bit to get it right spit wise. more degree of difficulty to get it out effortlessly seemin. nah'msayin. good stuff though. k.i.m.Partial IP: 17.199.164 |
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Location: curse my hubris, CURSE IT!!! | posted Monday, June 18, 2012 4:05:24 PM
word. applied sighiencePartial IP: 17.199.164 |
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Location: in comes Phil Da Agony and his 5'1 | posted Monday, June 18, 2012 4:15:33 PM
flowed really nice most of the way...
the only thing i didn't like was the subject switch going from questions about your old friend to you talking about your goals and music at the end.
while you scribed your heat out, kicked darts out the sky/ -- i didn't understand this line.Partial IP: 200.185.61 |
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Location: in comes Phil Da Agony and his 5'1 | posted Monday, June 18, 2012 4:17:17 PM
by the way, i didn't see the rewrite until just now.Partial IP: 200.185.61 |
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