It's time to step up from the west, and it's time to put my skills to the test and do my rhyming at best. You need to brace yourself for this, you need to get ready to pace cause if you don't your education is about to go to waste. I'll eat off your plates even before ya'll rhymists say grace, i'll splatter your face with a mace and ball, i'll slam you against the wall and spread my style all over the place. My rhymes are proud, and my rhymes are loud, they ring out like a shotgun, when it comes to skill, sorry son but you ain't got none. You're gonna wanna keep your side of the peace treaty with me cause i'm the mad silence in the anger management classes, if you can't see that at all, then your eyeballs need glasses. Now back to the violence cause peace is like silence: I'm the drunk driver when you crash, i'm the knife that gave your head a gash, i'll tear open your torso, and not drink your blood....or more so. I hope you can feel my wrath like this: if the world blew up, i'd be in the aftermath, but for now i'll let my feet take the difficulties of the path, and my hands guide me in darkness towards the past. My style of poetry is low profile, i even have the ears hearin of old folk, my flow will make you turn over and croak, life is nothing but a serious joke, kinda thing i'd like to poke fun at, or attack with my baseball bat. Even when i'm out of say, and i have nothing left to spit, my silence is think and dreamlike, and even my nothing will spike you in the face, even my nothing will make you frightened as my sound bleeds back into the smoothed out silence. When you're around me, you better watch your neck, i just might leave you on your last breathe. Picking a fight with me is like rippin up your check, its equal to giving me your salary because i'm the verge of insanity and your on the bottom of mentality. I'll have you in a knot cause i sidestepped reality and realness is something you don't got. Trying so hard you've burned away your sanity, your own mind and conscience mix like mothers and profanity. Your mind is already burnt because life is something you shoulda learnt. I have liquid, vibrating sound waves just waiting to be played, i have ice cold noise water just wanting to make your ears hotter. My style is so hard to chew it will make your jaw click. I have sound on my fingertips just waiting to be flicked upon your frown. I got so many rhymes that they sell by the pound, or i can give them to you so heavy they'll weigh you down to the ground, but they travel so light they might float outta bounds. Lyrically wreckin so many towns, i deserved to be crowned. Battling with rhymes has been fun, and battling without a gun has been a blast, but warring with soundalikes is a thing of the past. Looking to fight something else unhuman like i'm on the run, cause fighting to rhyme i think is a battle i've won.
Reason for writing:
there's really no inspiration or reason behind this poem, haha, its not even really a poem. it was just kinda like freestyle/poem and it half worked out. i thought it was kinda long, but it was full of cool little lines and shit, its aiight. i'm just happy to put something back on this site, what the hell happened to it? it crashed for so long i thought cyberpages was off the net. but looks like its back on, so ima keep addin my poetry to it.
Birth sign: Gemini
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