Freestyle: The End
By: Cry
Dear new retarded guys: Let me show you a freestyle..
as I explode through and defile everything in my way
every being, every "brain" that burried me in my state...
catatonic and sideways, blinded by the blind...
I had no hope for this shit, yet got reminded by the light
that flying by with time... was my dormant skills
just waiting to be awakened by support and will
to write out of line and show contortion's ill
to die today and be found prehistoric still!
but I'm askin' how eatin' porridge fills? readers, riddle this...
if she didn't eat it -- ain't big Ursa gon' eat the little bitch?
^^that's as real as riddles get!! (as if you really get it)
hint: I'm the bear -- you're something my teeth befriended
& now my floss might need an exit, so yo, get the fuck up
write to contend with ME... or forget what once was
'cause I insist it was love the minute I penciled a word
stenciled a verse, crafted like NASA, I represented the earth
with every breath, every work, every new day begun...
I sometimes ask me how I do this without losing it once
writing all these lines when I knew they'd be loved
writing with other people, just to prove we'd be one
while to you writing's just a bitch..... & how stupid she was
been teachin' birds how to fly before the brooding's begun
but now moving me's done, I'm the pillar among stick houses
a cold blooded cat -- a killer amongst the mouses
nothin' realer to fuckin' douse kids, who write the dire prose
you write flames? well I spit letters, right out the firehose
freestyler flow... this is how you fucking do it
people noddin' their head to paper without the bumpin' music
^^no pause, abrupt and movin'... "abrupt" as in "descent"
not "unexpected", STUPID! vocab's nothin' to this head
I get destructive in the end, simply bossin' on whole faces
this piece just lost it's rant -- now I'd call it a bold statement
my finale's are gold plated, while ya'll ain't beginning worthy
writers dyin' of natural causes?? I'm callin' 'em Brittany Murphy
phew... damn, it's been a while,
but I just cooked dudes!!
so I'm like Bruklor with the ink,
& free style's what you should do..
but hey, listen... I'm on my shit with God as my witness
'cause he's accusing me to be the Devil for all that I'm rippin'
you follow now? fixed in -- my sights are as set as yours
except mine are nice, & all you fight are the dreaded pores!
while I try to forget and pour everything that I have to lend
freestylin' random thoughts... droppin' blasts to the dead
stop feedin' back on drops that only deserve half the respect!
learn a lack of relent.. open casket passes the test
your freestyle's are what happened when we handed the fans a pen.
next time you freestyle... please don't.