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Another level?

Author: SinCeer05
ASL Info:    21mVA
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Words: 1001
Class/Type: Lyrics /Serious
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still at it. through failure i see room to improve.
This verse is my attempt to raise my level to PRolifics.
he had a good verse.
Let me know some constructive feedback. Vote.

Another level?

I am a lyrical icon, eyes chinked like I am from saigon

I see through you like a window while your playing this game, I see your innuendo,
were not playing Mario or Nintendo,
and you need to pay your rent though, living on the streets would be scary yo,
as this beat and rhymes go around like a merry go,
Round and round, I am pound for pound,
Equal to your maker, my rhymes curl your insides worse then your braider
Back in the day when you were posing hardcore
You collected Jordan clothes and never scored
with bitches or the rock
stop yelling, for you will need stitches like a old sock
Simply my verse rocks, so sinfully I disperse these basic shots
Your mind is empty, so I let you comprehend this lock, I have with semis I forecast your path on the clock
Your time is spent, as your outkast for rhymes is clenched
vice grip of death, your frozen on ice you slip on
and lose your breathe, into the shallow cold your drenched
My dreams uplift your bench,
nail biting scene of suspense
Like a cat with your claws, your biting without lyrical sense,
You better act on my clause, or repent
my lines depict laws, no flaws, I act with similar cause
drill holes through your throwback, you have transvestite flows, everyone knows that
But what sane artist individual with his craft
claims to be playin this game of residual progressions that last?
Puzzled by my riddles when I come around
Bitch, I am underground, here my sound, worse then thunder as I hit the ground,
I be swinging heavy like someone tied and bound,
you finally ready to clown-my life and turn it upside down
right side to the front, I slip past your blind side for the blunt
you lack pride-as I look into your eyes, like a low self-esteemed cunt-living lies
your “battling through this damn high”,
your trunk is rattling when I plan this drive by
so no more collaborating with a man who doesn’t give a try
alone to swallow his anger and disguise
even though he is a stranger he tries to attract little guys
You want to be a sanger, as you describe your alibis
to the commercial blind website
elite is filled with unofficial sublime insights
My rhymes read you your rights
I’m like the police-in your rear view sights-stay away from my niece-don’t get near her or I will take your life
SO try to blend with this diss, a song that stems to prolong into Guinness
my rap is sick, specific I’m gifted like a classic, without a costume outfit
your just my apprentice
learning this trade while I’ve mastered it
your lyrics decay like fossil bones found back in the day
mine our like chrome shackles that abrae-sively break your bones in different ways
Add some spice to your flow, try to break my vice grip, and gain back control
Instead of posting ads, with nothing to show
sounds of Echoes come off your page, as you let it go, you release your rage

You on that get that, I here that, you rap wack, fear the mack, as I lay you flat, front to back then I hit you with a bat,

you have no lyrical combat
or punches
you stand with the help of crutches, why you doing crunches?
Acting like a troubled fucker your a sucker, with no love from your mother,
your own brother gets above you as you suffer
1-1 on the court
but were not even like steven, your spot light is leaving
so start grieving, these bars are hot like the summer season
while playing a sport
I forgot to mention but your short
put your chin up and pay attention, trying to go above this bar,
I cause lyrical depression, when you here me in the car-this is my weapon
words over swords, it’s a declarative sentence,
this world isn’t yours, you need new lenses
To see the lime light, you going “the wrong way” Sublime is right, listen to what they say
I’m now beginning to agree but not to worry, on some parts of your story,
it is about to get gory, force me to take your jewelry, with reports on your foolery
Not like Tom, but maybe Sawyer, this song isn’t long, but get your lawyer
I claim your withholdings and bind you like a contract,
remind you to not wear a thong with that
I’m prolonging the track,
with swiss knife weapons, you can see
my poetry is deeper, then knee
its about wishing life through lessons, while smoking weed…

Forgetful temper of a mind less then his will
is a regretful sign with breathless ventures to kill

Life of old habits that resonate failure
Transits to hate worse then using ale as the cure

This logic is pure, and your vexed insecure
never should you flex again, drop the pen and your allure
Many friends cheer for you, like fans, we clap our hands
so many demands,
your shoulders break and collapse like the twin towers,
right off the maps its your final HOUR
I transferred your power, like rich to poor
this isn’t an answer for cheap talk from cowards
that haven’t stepped through the door,
more like a line I cross, where I rep to reign,
each rhyme turns you into a fiend like dope for your pain
smoke-less your hope-less you’ve cross-dressed, you know this
I con-tract my breathe smoke-less, its gone like locusts
but never to return, its an imbedded enhancer that I burned
into my lungs causing cancer during my turn,
quick hit to the bong
you couldn’t sit with a blunt to get where I’ve gone.

Submitted on 2006-03-29 13:34:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  nice are very lyrical like me........but not me. I am the one and only pathogenic prophet L........j/k but on tha real. You and PROlifik are throwing some hard punches.....but I am not sure who has the most power........but we'll see............
| Posted on 2006-03-31 00:00:00 | by L.i. | [ Reply to This ]
  yoooo whats up man,haha nice rhyme good punches and what not EVEN THO its aimed at me haha i still think your work is getting better and better,BUT you know i aint gonna let you get off that easy i had to get ya..hit me up tho
| Posted on 2006-03-30 00:00:00 | by PROlifik | [ Reply to This ]
  hey bubz,
omg you murdered him with this one, i cant wait till his comeback its gonna be a hard one to beat lol,
u are slicker than ever with this,
keep em cumin
x x x x
| Posted on 2006-03-29 00:00:00 | by secret kisses | [ Reply to This ]

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