Love And Lyricism (part Ii)
"The wages of love indeed, are paid with the heart" - Anonymous
This dude was all in it, but his dilevery failed,
plus the stuttering and pausing, let me know he was frail,
I took my time disposing of him, with personal shyt,
I could have quit, but I want his crew to recognize him for bytch,
I slayed him in a fashion that has become my norm,
I'm vet-type, he's a newborn just starting to form,
Just starting to understand how words come together,
and how stressing certain syllables makes the line flow better,
He's gonna be good, but surely not worth my minutes,
Snatched my loot, and hit the pathway to the heart of the city.
Sure enough I found her sitting in our favorite booth,
With a cup of mocha, crying over the obvious truth,
Did I love her? Can I trust her? what's she mean to my life?
If we're in love with the same thing, how can I make her my wife?
I sat down across from her, ready to speak my mind,
she got up, tipped the server, made her way outside,
It's raining now, I'm looking at the back of her form,
knowing that her feelings really led to this storm,
I touched her, she slapped my hand, still not speaking a word.
I asked "what's the deal?" she sat down on the curb.
Told me this life is hell, because her passion is fire.
And seeing me get ripped is her truest desire.
She's an emcee, she lives to destroy rappers careers,
I'm the best she's known, and she fears that my ending is near,
She's better now, she's learned and surpassed my skill.
Meanwhile I've fallen off and she's become increasingly ill.
The student is now the teacher, she knew this day would come.
She's dreamt of slitting my throat with the blade of her tongue.
But offered me a chance to bypass this death,
We could give up this life of rhyme, and live like everyone else,
No more ciphers, no more open mics, and studio drills,
Just 9 to 5's and commercial rap, who cares if it's ill,
We'd be in love, it's the only way for us to survive,
Because this time we battled, one of us is going to die.
I thought about it, looked into her eyes and wept,
Knowing I'd never felt this way for anyone else.
It's either her or these rhymes, love or competition,
I kissed her on the forehead and made my decision.
Later that night as I made my way through the dark.
I shivered with a vision of her dead in the park,
lifeless limbs, her neck slit and covered with blood.
clutching a notepad, signed "The Hopeless Lyricist-with love"
im feeling the 2-part epic...... shit was hot, original and you kept it in dat classic xl format...... props for dat.....
this is like common "i used to love her" type of joint..... the love between a man and his music and the girl that took second place to hip hop.............damn........
keep reppin' my nigga...... whassup wit dat collaborative project you was planning on doing for the board..you mentioned it a few weeks ago.. is it still on or what?...........holla at me kid