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    Blast from the Past



    What is Blast from the Past?
    Blast from the Past is the new brain child of OM and PC.
    For as long as I've been a member on this site there's always
    been a strict "No bumping old pieces" rule, well we're taking
    that rule off the table. It doesn't come without restrictions, of course.
    A lot of times, pieces just simply go unnoticed or you got feed
    but were hoping for a little bit more. With this, you'll have a chance
    to get a couple more posts of feed.

    Rules and Regulations
    1. You may only bump one old piece a month.
    (this will be heavily monitored)
    2. You cannot bump the same piece 2 months in a row.

    Leave any thoughts/ suggestions in the thread if any of you
    have any other ideas to help elevate this section of the site.

    All freeposts will be deleted.


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    Re: Introducing "Blast from the Past"

    http://rapbattles.com/showthread.php?477878-CONSISTENCY

    For each stanza, syllable count goes 11, 10, 8, 4, 10, 8, 4 and rhyming structure goes A, B, C, D, B, E, D (2nd and 5th lines rhyme, 4th and 7th rhyme).


    CONSISTENCY:

    Furious, my father called me 'Son' one day,
    And on child's shoulder laid cheated hand;
    Frowned and grimaced, flummoxed, faltered-
    Begrudgingly,
    My father muttered me the Law of Man:
    Word is bond, a man must prove his
    Consistency.

    A chef, stewing over morning's argument,
    Carefully brings pot up to the boil.
    She stirs, and watches as the sauce
    Thickens quickly.
    Simple things compound, let fire toil;
    With life and food, maintain the right
    Consistency.

    A scientist stays the course of his study,
    Eyes fixed steady on his destination;
    He knows changing heart will challenge
    Validity.
    His data is ruled by regulation,
    For there is no meaning without
    Consistency.

    Every tick of the clock an expiration;
    The final breath of a newborn moment.
    Each sunset, another day dies.
    And finally,
    Time dissolves all things, the Great Erodent:
    Nothing lasts, there's no such thing as
    Consistency.
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    Re: Blast from the Past

    Dropped, C/o idealizt.



    Scarlet Letter or a Badge of Honor?



    Embarrassed evil
    loathes laughingstock legacy;
    harbors horror's hopes.

    Borderline personality
    where boredom lies
    in a borderlying city.
    Boarded shrines
    formerly immortalized
    dethroned of ordered sitting.

    Through clinched teeth,
    misguided miscreants
    expect minced meat
    from a master of disguise
    selling lies in the street
    indiscriminately.

    Promiscuous pretenders
    pledge patently
    plagued promises.

    Hellions hone their addicts
    to establish habitats
    of dishonorable mathematics
    destined for disaster -
    akin to the blind
    driving plastered.

    Ravenous writers
    rapidly roam
    reconstructing rare
    ruptured raptures,
    savagely sulked
    in the stutter of the chatter.

    A muster of the matter
    prevent words read
    from another chapter.

    Extremities shackle bound -
    entropy entrapped
    in the vastest town
    disrupts the act of sound
    as the eye of Horus
    finally has its glasses found.

    "SO. WHAT. ARE. WE. AFTER?"
    A loaded son of a . . .
    jumped the gun with his way,
    loving the hate, and fucking the faith
    produced by a sundry old Sage
    in the news with his Sunday stoned gaze.

    Swashbuckler brandished
    his eternal legacy
    with eloquent stride.



    http://rapbattles.com/showthread.php...Badge-of-Honor

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    Re: Blast from the Past

    it's with dearest regrets that I inform you
    your childhood hero becomes the victim
    of their greatest strength, their virtue,
    and it gets worse;
    it happened before they killed the villain
    now living like the king people
    made him into.
    Do not pray for justice, for God no longer
    grants wishes the minute one starts to doubt,
    He becomes what we know so well,
    the personal hell
    countless nights you had prayed to him about.
    There are poles so close, their difference
    you would not tell.
    Everything abandons seeds once spawned,
    yet flowers continue to bloom each spring,
    trees growing toward suns that kill
    things given life.
    I regret to inform you beginnings
    always end, day breaks like young hearts
    morning turned night.
    can I kick it?

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    Re: Blast from the Past

    Godless Life Faithful Death

    http://www.rapbattles.com/showthread...t=godless+life



    Am I complete?
    How could I ever compete? I mean honestly
    Envision steep, unforgiving peaks in this odyssey.
    The honest me? Id hang it up. Forget being a prodigy.
    Eyes fixated, I’m dictated by these thoughts beside of me.
    Inside of me? I don’t know, I just can’t muster the inner chi
    No energy, my puppet strings are spider webs of insecurity.
    I’m sure it’d be a revelation, kind of like trial and errors.
    Forced participation, this truth is worth a mile of dares.
    “Don’t be scared” How could I not be? Im sloppy with fear
    Dropped from a pier with cinder blocks, waiting for god to appear
    10ft down I’m just a kid, learning lessons of sin.
    20ft im 20 years searching for presence of him.
    30ft Im screaming bubbles, and gasping for breath.
    I hit the bottom aged with certainty of my impending death.
    That’s it
    Death is certain, it is the unwritten rule.
    We live as we deem fit, but Life is thread to a spool.
    Just a means to an end, counteracted with living.
    My time I’ve yet to spend, but to whom am I giving.
    Death is only a noun, and Deceased an adjective.
    Moving on is in faith, to atheists it’s the end.

    To me it’s now clear..
    clouded judgment on these perspectives
    has left me full of clarity, but only after deception.
    Only after perceptual endeavors with faith
    Can I push through my life without too much on my plate.
    Wickedness will prevail, to what length is a choice.
    Or a subconscious measure of inner evil with voice.
    I open my mouth to admit, my body takes on some water.
    My lungs won’t give the air, to tell god I’m his martyr.
    I can’t warn my daughters, no spreading the word.
    I think it might be his point, Faith will not be referred.
    Envision steep unforgiving peaks, hold on to them dearly.
    Am I complete? Not until I accept him…
    I hope that he hears me..
    Last edited by Majic; March 12th, 2016 at 11:34 PM
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    Re: Blast from the Past

    http://rapbattles.com/showthread.php...ols&highlight=

    I still can't believe this was passed for HOF for the month. ugh. Anywho...

    Break Symbols

    I make Ensos with my tongue,
    the back of photographs are the canvas.
    It’s not that the memories aren’t real,
    but rather, that I can make them void-
    crushing them within this artistic circle.
    Salivary ink-hands take handfuls of essence
    and its merely
    Empty space by the time I’m done interpreting-
    Simply swaying hips of mother tide as she
    pushes my head down deeper between her legs.
    Eyes frozen open, making sure what I threw away
    disappears forever.
    I’ll stair at the black until I’m sure
    she’s swallowed it whole, imploding on herself.

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