Love And Lyricism (parts 1 & 2)
I wrote this a few days ago but I botched it so I reposted it in its entirety. And yes , i'm still working on that project, the kid ain't sleepin. As as far as Flamez projects go, Sef's got his thing goin right now and I'm collaborating on a piece with my manz (4 tracks) that should be done mid Sept. Also the dolo joint (7 tracks) will drop afterwards prob early Oct. hopefully with distribution out of Cali. I've got a spoken word C.D. project I want to produce as well. I'm also trying to get my indy film off the ground and i'm shopping some scripts with various studios. The Flamez joint is still in the conceptual stages but definitely going to happen. I'll keep you headz up on releases. In the meantime support Seffus and keep me up on any projects you guys may have in the works.
"A heart divided will surely be broken" -anonymous
Can't fukk with the moment, my girl's still spittin nasty,
Sticky lines that burn, but she's able to keep it classy,
Changed up her flow halfway through like I taught her,
I 'm vibing watching veteran emcees catch the slaughter,
She's viscious, no remorse, even when facing me,
But I'm too skilled for her to ever snatch a victory,
She loves my game, still keeps her head on my neck,
Hoping to steal my thunder as it beats within my chest,
She's blessed with vocab, deeper than the average,
Females don't even waste time knowing she's rabid,
But lessons learned, leads to egos that get inflated,
She felt being under my wing was too intimidating,
Too confining, I told her she's missing my intent,
But she bounced with her notepad, and we ain't got down since,
It's cool, cause I know her, her roots are in the street,
I'll meet her on the corner, with someone's blood at her feet,
No problem, I see this now, she must think I hold her back,
Or train her to fight my battles, while I sit back and relax,
Maybe I treat her like a trophy, a gifted femme with venom,
Parading her around my friends, showing off in her denims,
Sexy curves that hide poison, acids spyts and the like,
Swiftly pat her on her ass when I need her to strike,
I admit I'm sorta sexist, never meant to demean,
It's just so rare you find a chick who can rep for ya team,
I got dressed , after midnight, manuevered the block,
Cold as fukk, negotiating my life with the cops,
That's when I saw her, in hooded sweats and Timz,
In a rival crew's cipha, what's she doing with them?
I approached quickly, of course they knew my rep and my rank,
Started barkin challenges, one was gettin bold with his bank,
A grand, for 3 rounds, with this dude named Mark...
I looked for wifey she had bounced made her way through the park,
I wanted to leave, but my ego had been baited.
Plus this dude be poppin off on how I'm so over-rated.
She looked back just once, maybe to see if I'd leave,
But she remembered this life of rhyme is most important to me.
I saw something in her face as she turned and ran,
A look that let me know, she could never understand,
I wanted to love her, but hip hop's a jealous bytch,
When she calls I can't resist, truly I'm Love's Lyricist.
"The wages of love indeed, are paid with the heart" - Anonymous
This dude was all in it, but his dilivery 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 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 if we battled, one of us was going to die.
I thought about it, looked into her eyes and wept,
Knowing I'd never felt this way about 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 "Your Lyricist-with love"
Big up to XXL; dope post. I see cats is sparkin a renaissance. Cats like you and the FLAMES make me wanna get serious...
Grinna: what happen to your board?
XXL: always a pleasure cousin
Fat-So: He's grammatically better than Sef.
hah! anyone got Evian Lp i can burn?
NoW i KNoW WHy i MiSSeD THiS PLaCe.
"She's dreamt of slitting my throat with the blade of her tongue."
Love the visuals...
/\ ..Grammar Nazi
Ju. I'm working on it. I want it to be FLAME calibre though, not just some weak comeback exercise. Stay woke on it.
excuse me for a sec double X, but
VERBAL? wtf? Where you been at duke? You gotta drop something for us
XXL, you know the drill and I know you tired of me telling you so I won't
"It's either her or these rhymes, love or competition,
I kissed her on the forehead and made my decision"- woRD
whole piece, can't wait to hear audio from you
This is a nice concept. I've heard songs like this before but ya pull it off. I admit i think the rhyme scheme is alittle repeditive but other that that is cool.
Whut up flame? Hows dat biach called life treating you? I know I been AWOL for awhile, but I still got massive love for da flames. I see your twice as sharp as the early days. This joint is a prime example of not having to over use the multi sylable rhyme form to make it sound ill, and get your point across as powerful as my manz here did. This is one of the illest stories I've peeped in a long while. The concept is sick, the form sick, and the ending twist is especially sick. Futhermore proving why your one of the originoo FLAMEZ. Much love, and keep it moving.
can we say post of the month ????
I know I can.
P.S. be on the look out for my audio dub X, cuz I want your opinion...badly.
My bad geho.....(fukkin' grammar nazi)
Deep.. much props
daMN . . yOu sPELLeD "diLiVERy" wRoNg
I have read both of these before.. I think.. Well.. Thi's shit was hot regardless..
Hit me for another collab anytime..
Peace and Respect..
wow man you fuckin got me with this one. Sick as hell. I usually never read long ass shit like this but it kept from the first couple of lines. You got something. Keep it coming i want to hear more