<font color=blue>Key-styles for the child- in the back screaming for Path to come back like Ivy-throw-backs- I tackle rats in alleys till cats appluad and squad up like AML when I spit the martial LAW - with high-hats snares bass-drops and kicks- I'm iller then you when you bed-ridden puking up shit.. word, check the stance I rock the M.I.C's like I was born with it in my hands! -- The Lounge Of Lyricism 2003

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

Sat April 27, 2024 00:47:14 [ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 17:45:50 03/05/03 Wed
Author: Pathologist "The Catalyst of ELOHEIM!"
Author Host/IP: ppp-67-37-76-68.dialup.sfldmi.ameritech.net / 67.37.76.68
Subject: Key-styles for the child- in the back screaming for Path to come back like Ivy-throw-backs- I tackle rats in alleys till cats appluad and squad up like AML when I spit the martial LAW - with high-hats snares bass-drops and kicks- I'm iller then you when you bed-ridden puking up shit.. word, check the stance I rock the M.I.C's like I was born with it in my hands!

The living death walks without steps
feeding on imbecilic reps like Gore and Bush
YES, I leave votes tallied up benevolent belligerence-
monitory to Hypothetical luminaries over rhetoric�s,
spoken jokingly to ignorant anomalies barely weaving existence speckles-
glass house moronic oxy
reversed to dry up pores when I breathe
Breathtaking artillery silent as dirty weaponry,
robotics cybernetic logic terms of
Esoteric deposits of sense, the hell with
spelling it out- I spit monsoons in the mist
Of flowing droughts; pelage pageants pejorative
within peevish sheepish humanity delving
Blindfolded wandering focus-less less powerful
to the opuses I stagger with metaphoric
Daggers within likenesses of similes direct as cable
connects regarding respect I orbit
Truths organic roots, catching
cascades of dust particles training
while strengthening my fruits
green tea and shrimp-tempura soups slashed-
my wrath dangerous as wolf packs
I spit with an enormous idiomorphic kick-back
the impact of bends ship ridden sicknesses
within the stomachs of weak men tipping toxins
whenever I defend on a whim
Battling batwings over Gotham
looking for Night-wing you kids ducking
darts like Dark-wing when I surpass
my own lines before the targets defined
as seen I lean on triggers
While you funny style niggaz
ask for the silver lining
on my clouds I move through
Stainless trivia, who�s the only man
to talk street on nets and really
sell cocaine from Bolivia
never asking for respect?
A trained vet who trained VETS to be ill,
The blood spills real on reels
12 inch to binary wills I conjure in a concourse
Manifesting realism to hear and see on a worldwide scale-
met your maker while He�s feeling well!
PHARELL I got Neptune in my pull, killing
jigga- like he's ment to be a fool
willing to take on scrabbles of mispelled
monikers sweet as Willy Wonka smoking mad chocolate
in factoires of fairies and imps- graphic
with this sense that dispells non-sense
winking like a stupid bitch on the corner
I resurrect you idiots like Common and Sigorny
and leave you sacrficed living dead like Martyers!
morners resurface like new-skin to witness what
Path just did!

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Bars 16 -26 were my fav, you've been busy yo. Flow was nice through the majority of it and ya vocab and word connection, shit I don't have ta say anything that shit speaks ill by itself. I didn't like the line about dealing powder. Thats just me, and that was the only thing I didn't like well done you are soaring over heads lately. PEACE (NT) -- Pat D.A.W.G, 18:16:45 03/05/03 Wed
nice mang... -- virt, 19:15:57 03/05/03 Wed
you always drop hot shit (NT) -- Lil' Jay, 20:55:03 03/05/03 Wed
this was packed wit imagery and all that shit but bein honest, i had a hard time catchin tha scheme.pretty ill drop tho. (NT) -- BaZiC BaRz, 22:08:19 03/05/03 Wed
damn man been a MINUTE since i been in here...but yo man, this was very refreshing, damn man your flow is crazy...vocab....very nice use of words man....u kno the deal...i liked the line about "A trained vet who TRAINED vets to be ill..." very true man...nice piece...i need ta stop by more often, stay up man, oNe (NT) -- MC RHYMES a.k.a. SOUL COLLECTOR THE ENLIGHT N ONE.....O.M.N.I.... Im out there somewhere, 01:33:51 03/06/03 Thu
this had all the vocab and what nots in this piece you dropped.. this was a master piece in my view.. nice structure as well... stay up! (NT) -- the dark spitter aka vocab supreme, 15:46:21 03/06/03 Thu

Forum timezone: GMT-5
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums^(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.