Better than my Legends work,
So you know that it hurt,
When I lost the battle,
To Brandon’s mediocre verse.
Maybe I’m wrong and arrogant,
For thinking he didn’t out-write Chris.
Or maybe it’s because,
I dropped lines like this:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Chris Black
I learned rhythm, through repetition
and soul, through death.
The cold had crept into the hole in my chest.
The hole that was left, by hope, when it fled.
When I saw I lost that battle,
I tried to deny it.
How could I loose,
To lines like this:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Brandon Cee
Let the chalice bleed the work of sweat and tears for easy jobs
While the hog grips his balls and shares sex with sleezy snob
But maybe he did deserve the win,
So I kept trucking it,
& wrote a verse against Mariah.
I was loving it
It was one of my illest.
No one could deny this.
“That Nigger Shit” was the title,
It went something like this:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Chris Black
I’ll spit this nigger shit until my people are done with tears.
Until we run the sphere, and the cops aren’t on dudes.
Until blacks can sit under ANY FUKCIN' TREE THEY WANT TO!
Until artists aren’t forced to follow the latest rap trends.
Until Bill O’Reilly wakes up with Black skin!!
Until Bush votes for Obama!. THAT’s WHEN!!
Then Mariah dropped a verse,
& I was mad about something.
She wrote a verse,
& managed to talk about NOTHING:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Mariah
The last speech won awards - that scene in the backseat of a Ford
While being ignored never struck me with a bad string in it's chord
Yet her rambling won that batte,
& I can’t even cope.
No surprise she was discovered,
Recently aiming for votes.