I wanted to write a verse for Slaughterhouse's Microphone, and I did, but after posting it, I grew less and less impressed by it. So rather than fixing it up, I wrote a new one which I think is much better.
I'll tell you about me, in the form of a memoir though
i have a large head but an anorexic torso
people use me as a weapon within a war zone
they also call me Mike and use me to perform shows
emcees will grip me in a dominant fashion
intent to deliver a murderous tongue lashing
towards an opponent whom they lack compassion
their passion filled words will produce devastassion
devastation, filling opponents with trepidation
shouting in my ear to cause shame and mental abrasion
handling me as they win crowds with their lyrical persuasion
one of the greatest to hold me in battle was Asian
I'm utilized to spit their verbal fury on track
some brutalize ears and should not place their palm on my back
because they drool Tylenol while others spit crack
Kris spoke of these emcees, proclaiming them "wick wick whack"
some possessors rhyme hotter than Lucifer's sphincter
they'll vocalize smoking lines you'll consider thinkers
unfortunately other handlers are less than lukewarm
they choke on their broken lines, joking 'cause they can't perform
some can move a crowd but most can hardly move company
these are the whack emcees that ought to be dumping me
links coming. look forward to reading your feedback.
Link no.1
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...102/index.html