The Unsigned
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I dwell in the daylight, with designed rhymes I slay mics,
In the grey night, I watch the rappers who say they ''stay tight''
I sway light, improvise the rhymes in my decayed flight,
If played right, my lines levitate beyond a modern play write,
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I take it smoothly, leave everythin RIGHT when I LEFT,
Lose your breath, in the depths where emcees fight to death,
Strepth in my throat, from expectoratin my poetry,
I spit through the pain, while wack lip-sync shows hopelessly,
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I compare their life with mine, Ill choose mine any second,
I dont need the records, my lifes about rippin fuck reppin,
Ill defent against any that be steppin with a rhyme weapon,
Lets battle face on, no battle tracks that keep you faceless,
Dont fret this will be painless, another loss to the famous,
I strain this, as a fact from the undergrounds who be the phattest,
Mic fiend addicts, who be possesin the crazy rap status,
Open mic it up, deep in the underground catacombs,
Back at home, feather scribblin feather scribblin poems,
Flowin on the T.V, I see you on the picture screens,
Step to me in MY underside and Ill fix your scene.
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Just 2 days later
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I made it...preminitions feelin' so unreal, the way I feel.
This whole ordeal makes me feelin' like, "What's the deal",
Truly I feel, so glad but it's mad as I sit back and blink,
My stare feels so unearthly, so unhumane to even think,
I sink lower than low, I become signed to a great record,
Feeling bad turning lecturers around me to the lectured,
I screwed him outta his shot, I oughta know the plot...
...but I don't. I wait in the shadows and only start to rot,
I roll over in my uncomfortable trailor cot. Beds unpadded,
Always cryin', feelin' like I should be gunned and gatted,
I had it. The greatest friendship in the world...but now,
I don't know how I'll ever make it to the top, take a bow,
To the one's who showed me, the difference between us,
The one's who seen us, maybe I'll visit my old time cuz,
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Coming to his house was so odd...he's become different,
But after that, Only God could tell ya where he went...
...He gunned me down and stripped me of my power,
Fueds such as this, it was only right to beg and cower,
"I can help you get in cuz," I begged him and pleaded,
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*BANG BANG*
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"Fuck you, you screwed me," making me so defeated...
-IsIs- = Bold
*~Big Nash~* = Grayish Color
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when are me and you gonna do a collab again big nash lmao.But this was some pretty dope shit here.First off yall did a great job with this piece here.Big nash you had some good shit homie.You had a real good storyline to go with your piece and it really opened my eyes to read this piece.As we move further down the piece you were using good Imagry and emotion in the piece cuz every line I read in your part of the piece I could feel.And your structure is good to and your wordplay was real good in this piece too.Isis I really liked your part of the OM.First off you had a good opener and when I read the opener I could already feel being in the piece.Your Imagry was real good and the emotion of your part was great cuz it had a strong urge to it.and your structure was good too and your wordplay was good too.Keep up the good work.
