B.R.E. Presents: "Memory Lane"
Picture this: A young white boy wet behind ears//
Couldnt face his fears of public rapping, couldnt fight the tears//
A nervous young man with the fear humiliation//
Lost all concentration when he felt the stare's penetration//
Lost all will and all hope of fame//
All will to write rhymes, will to play the game//
Heard of a sanctum for rappers from a friend down the street//
Made a beat back for home and reclaimed his feet//
He thought he could massacre any fool who dared to go//
But his first two battles his opponents no showed...now hes 2-0//
He would smile whenevr he looked at his score, he little teeth would gleam//
But his record began plummeting, soon he was 2-15//
He quit from there too, he couldn't the fact//
That he needed to buckle down if he wanted his rep back//
So he studied how the best did it, learned of metaphors//
Learned of word play, multis, shit he'd never heard before//
Upped his vocab to the point where he could distinguish himself//
Practiced hours a day and he gained intelectual wealth//
But now the moment came to have his day//
So what people would say when he beat Hootie2k//
A nervous heart beat was in his chest as he tuped those words//
Using every tool he had ever seen or ever heard//
Three days of waiting finally told him the outcome//
The final score was 5-2...the little boy had won//
The boy decided that he needed a crew, whether they dominate or bust//
No one wanted him becuz of his record, so he created InFumUz//
3-15, not a happy or a bragging record but he proud nonetheless//
Now he knew for a fact he could be the best//
He started calling out vets, occasionally new-b for some repetiton//
4-15 now, he was rising into the elite competition//
1-N-Gone called him out, it was hit latest challenge//
A respected vet with his punches, flows and metas all in balance//
He poured his soul into that verse, he thought of vicous things to type//
1-N-Gone posted his verse that same night and his verse was just as tight//
Four days of waiting, the boy almost never left the screen//
He had tried so hard, if he lost he would have to scream//
The votes trickled from vets with input, both good and bad//
Soon it was 4-4, and a vet voted and the match was had//
5-4, the final score it took a second to realize//
That he won and beat the vet, a tear leaked from his eye//
InFumUz had flopped, but he found that saw how good he could be//
The Productions wanted him, but he said fuck, I roll with B.R.E.//
He battled some other people, soon he had won five straight//
Yet he kept elevating, his formats looking great//
So thats where he stands, rolling eith BRE//
The story you have just heard was of me, A2Z//
That was in honor of my 1000th post, and was a look back on my rap battles.com history...thank you for reading it
