Cud

I’m noticing a problem that keeps poppin’ up,
If this forum was a toilet it would be stoppin’ up,
Happy-assed bitches are spewing shit left and right,
drop flowery styled lyrics then claim they’re Lord of the Mic,
Mental cataracts so they never saw light,
now they attempt to use might, when talent speckles their eyesight,
I switch targets as my eyes fill with blood, and I start to feel a flood -
of emotions, goddamn idiotic notions,
like a cow chewin’ cud,
you keep spittin’ the same shit,
man just fuck it, y’all really love vomit,
call me a prophet, ‘cause I’ll predict,
since you just swallowed it, you’ll soon spit up dick,
all over again,
don’t your jaws get tired,
of older men, abusing them,
ever since you was sired,
you should’ve retired,
as soon as your wackness looked back at you,
don’t bother to practice voicing your moo,
look at the screen, you sound like a queen,
I mean like faggot - not sovereignty,
your text is ragged - surely not poetry,
I return to the past - sired was the word,
that means your ass’s been sonned so now you heard,
and comprehend,
it’s not my problem, if I offend, you can go bend,
over a chair,
and I don’t care,
that you’d rather be on your knees,
so you could blather about the birds and the bees,
the sun - moon - and seven seas,
and other irrelevancies,
come dribbling out your jaws,
then quibbling without pause,
over who’s the best, let it rest, better yet go invest,
in a pacifier,
stop your drooling - you know you’re a liar,
only fooling yourself - situation is dire,
you got a sociable rectum - that means you talk out your ass,
fibs - I correct ‘em and eliminate the gas,
that tries to choke out real artists, just getting started,
but tryin’ the hardest, tired of things being tarnished,
tryin’ to block out the weakness,
I got’ta stop or you won’t read this,
you can criticize me, but you can’t ostracize me,
‘cause irrevocably, SMZ, is a true emcee,
spittin’ fire like a volcano, don’t even try to say no,
I desire no payroll,
sorry I said I would quit, I just had to submit,
views - that’s it.

uppin

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yo SmZ this wus um... your worst...
i think the structure wus really off...
didnt flow very great... imagery wus ok...
i think u should stick to your other
styles.... this wus just wierd...
good job though... lol...
hit up my Tragic Death Om...

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That's how I spit when I'm not focused - but just feeling something. It flows in my head - I might put it to audio and see what you think. thnx for feedback.

Audio clip

It's just voice - I don't have any beat making stuff - but there it is. I didn't close it right either so even though it may say something like 2+ minutes it's really only about 1min and 30 secs.