"Trying To Speak To'ya"

[Mr. Abstract]

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...43#post6693243
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=381088



Inspired by the instrumental - Minority Report - By Jay-Z


I'm tryin to speak to'ya Lord. I hear foot steps Creepin,
makin creeks in the Floor. If Death said I'm a Snitch,

I wont speak any more. If I'm only understood
Through a Preachers Pitch, I'd be a Priest To'm All

In Peace's Hall. I can't have serene dreams
If I can't breach, this make-believer's Wall.

My Past had burned bridges, just to see me Fall.
I'm a sight that earned an image, by seein fiends as Raw.

I'm only displayin pictures, that I've seen since I was Two.
Tradin these mashed potatoes, for the Collared Greens

That went well with grandma's Stew. I'm Into the pot,
Because of my thoughts, were into the Food.

I was such a fool, hangin with copy cat dudes
Their hard heads were doomed, aka capped.

Not a fitted but, I am to drill it like A tool..
For me to get through.... but To Whom?

My prose and my diction, were wrong like No.
My heart and mind is cold, as if my life Snows.

Others said it Blows, in this era of Coke.
No jacket for me to Cope, Like no Maps nor Pastors

For these seekers to quote. Just a Boxin Match
With strings and no ropes. No hopes.

For my dreams are slopes, my skis are Jokes,
Like my peers, that got caught in Schemes

To Hold my Cards, for me to fold like Cars
Around these poles, if I unfold my bars.

They would impose, my flaws.
Like they weren't stitched up, and swollen with Gause

All because, of their own indifference.
I aint hatin but showin, my individual existence.

The pride of bein different... I miss It!
Bein praised for bein legit, is now fiction.

Don't get it twisted, I wont think for a minute
That I'm so righteouss, only cause I was like this.

Not givin a squat, in a pot to Piss in.
Livin a Plot in two cities, with distraught conditions.

Why do I have, to be somethin I'm not?
I have to be a Pimp, with a Limp When I Walk,

Or a Symp with a Chick, with her when I Talk,
Or a Gangster with Chips, a spliff and a Glock.

When All I am, is a Man that has a Job,
And an Underground Plan, to make it to the Top.

Do you remember me Lord? Do you hear me Roar?
Beneath yee's floor? As a demon that pleeds

You to see me implore, for you to call me Yours!
I need your wings so I, can teach me to Soar!



Aight this is, my last try... Uppin for some real detailed feeds

[Dayvid Aimz]

Don't see why it'd be your last try....this was really good....I'd have to youtube the song to hear the beat and get a really good feel for the flow...to that beat.
As a om piece I liked it you had good multies and structure throughout...I like how the verse was broken into couplets and it was like an extended ,etaphor throughout.....

I was such a fool, hangin with copy cat dudes
Their hard heads were doomed, aka capped.
Not a fitted but, I am to drill it like A tool..
For me to get through.... but To Whom?
My prose and my diction, were wrong like No.
My heart and mind is cold, as if my life Snows.
these lines were dope I could hear them in audio....it would work.

keep doing you.

[Mr. Abstract]

Good lookin on the feed Aimz.

Still uppin for more real Feeds