"AHHH...seems to me like I'm straight rippin' it"
Every path that we take leads us into poverty, an oddysy of a prodigy//Probably the only way out is to go directly into honesty...//
no battle verse...just mind bogglin', new format for now
Confusion is the mass, eminatin' problem for the mind to digest//My quest at best, is dialatin', re-awaken as I confess//Sins to my fathers, mothers, I've been untruthful to my pride and test//Test of 'will' honor and the substance of pain that travels right through the chest//Who am I conquering? Myself or the weakness that is variety in size...it fits like a vest//I at least progress at a rate that confronts my confidence with an outstanding effect//Also my text, it's wisdom filled, quitly I rebuild like a rep of sky-scrapers at best//I've got it set, realization is the progress that my brain hasn't manifested yet//Like I said, confused is my omminity, is rhyming the place for skills or a place for publicity???//It's gotta be, the dynasty of lecturer obsenities with combinations of elements but definitely real emcees//...**(future)**For centuries, we'll be cyphering with mics that explain to you the meanings to our hidden simalies//Metaphoricaly speaking, knowledge will become the longevity like, spiritual chorustry and speeches of philosophies//Hip-hop will become the foundation of respect and luv like ultimate satisfaction//No hatred or perhaps physical action will ever be happenin'//Emcees living with variety of friendship, contemplating and laughin'//But that's the future, it's endless, each sentence is limited with word-play and fragments//Poetry or rappin', my flow and a beat has a bond or some kind of attachment//Never-ending, waitin for my drop with excitement, it's an engagement, when is it??? Hmmm, well thanks for askin'//
a.k.a. the pHiLoSoPhEr
"i am reaching, teaching, and speeking, so honor thy preaching for the fate is actually soul seeking"
Damn, son, this is off tha heezy.
keep rippin, and props givin.
Phat drop kid. I thought the ending was stronger than the beginning...Content and the message was fuckin real nice
This line was sick...
...the future, it's endless, each sentence is limited with word-play and fragments//Poetry or rappin', my flow and a beat has a bond or some kind of attachment//
SIMPLY OFF THE HOOK
Damn son u be on some real shiot u got an ill way of expresin yo self give yo mad props!x!x!
shiiiiet... dat wuz an ill piece... keep it kummin
wow, damn this was nice,,,,keep shinning