Originally Posted by unspoken
Man, I love you.
I know you keyed this up on the spot, but it evokes so many memories. Your rhymescheme, style, and voice are all fucking throwback to the glory days. Your flow I can see has changed to what would fit an audio, and would be easy to ride over a beat:
"Shatter you vertibrae an replacem' with prosthetics...
Until your entire phsycal is covered in synthetics...
My words are torturus, herbs'll get scorched on the fisrst verse...
Like a curse worse than a demon seed of a virgin's first birth...
On the verge, I emerge from cemetary soil dirt...
Expect me to be the remedy to cleanse this cursed earth..."
You had a perfect word choice, and worded your lines to flow so fluently off my tongue. Man, this is definitely nostaliagic. The metaphors, and literary terms is definitely from earlier Open Mic times:
"An the shit amazes...To see that night forever hides my face...
Days have seized...In darkness I could never guide or find my place...
Bathe in my atrocities...Theres no one that could put a stop to me...
Call it a monstrosity...This isnt what true logic speaks...
This is a demonstration of my havoc...When my demon leaks... "
The emotion was gritty, creating an atmosphere that fits your title (Dont Call It A Comeback). Imagery was just nasty, with you wreaking havoc with your words over this. It was somewhat battle rap orientated, but loaded with imagery and a powerful writer's voice. Nice to see you back man, seriously, we need you old topical heads to come back and clean this shit up.
Good luck with everything man. Peace.