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some mo' berry flo'

i can't believe you're makin me get up from my chair and put down my tea
you've got to be kidding me. you both flow so embarassingly
so here i come to save the day as bluelighters all scream my name
and much to your dismay, i say, please put your microphones away
 
alright here goes a newbie to the site but not the artform,
we can either rhyme to build or I can leave your heart torn,
its your choice but either way im droppin off the mind showin you thoughts divine,
to leave you impressed or pressed like a grape straight off the vine,
so are you whinin or sippin some wine lyrically shinin,
add your two cents to the thread best believe im puttin mine in,
if you dont like what im spit i didnt mean to bust your hymen,
i dont obey my thirst i obey my heart forget the limon im an,
audio visual angel with crooked halo,
sportin make shift wings and the thought payload of plato,
able to soar scores above you but my altitude remains low,
cuz im scoutin out this worn map for another angel to tango with,
hopefully we'll get tangled in the good vs evil manuscript,
and I can explain the pulley system they're both are danglin off of,
cuz if we lost one we've lost it all lets see if your actually on the ball,
its cause and effect if you don't catch it wait for the ricochet off the wall cuz,
i speak with a fluidity more potent than johnny walkers,
and leave you screwed both ways like celebrity stalkers plea bargain offers now we're talkin,
but i'll step off til the next drops until then ill weigh my options...
 
im sittin back readin every rhyme
we all comin together, everybody gets to shine
experience words and learn what you can from the flow
feel it move through you as you exhale the dro
some choose to close their eyes to what they do not understand
at bluelight we try and spread the message to whomever we can
harm reduction. peace!
:D :D :D
[ 23 February 2003: Message edited by: Trip.my.Wire ]
 
Delivering this seemlessly like trees with 0 stems or seeds,
No grams please I want 9 keys is all,
I was that kid on the cop car screaming " Nah I wasn't involved with yall"
For sure this'll be worth it, Smoke a half ounce cause we deserve it, If you've got your own bud than twirk it, tinted windows so cops eyes are worthless,
Spittin in competitions has me itchin like a 15 yea rold who ate too much ridelin,
That's the situation im in,
Lyrics too deep to understand,
Proverbs to obscure for the average man to comprehend......... Word up..... :D
PS Some of my REAL audio freestyles are going toe be posted on bluelight as soon as I get a new mic or learn how to record better, ;) someone on her eis makign be custom beats so, word to y our mothers.
 
word lets let the bomb flows connect like combos
we've got some rhyme pros emittin non-prose combined you'll never calm those
who speak in tweaked frequencies freakin these
i wish i had a beat freakin me the way that i can freak a beat
my words peak like eatin sheets while youre tryin to catch a peek from beneath
check the poetic rhetoric with a hint of street i release
im congestin your mental highway with multi syllabic traffic
with visions out of my attic so graphic you couldnt graph it
but it goes so well with a beat when i graft it its like its magic
matter of fact its automatic how my thoughts add in imagine
whats its like to know you might explode if you didnt grab mics and flow
i strike a tone and enter sniper mode when in my hyper zone
redlinin on bluelight and aimin to keep this a true cyper
home of the true writers keepin it hot like new lighters who likes what
im speakin here if you can appreciate it then state it
if not then state it anyway isnt this a free nation?
theres no hesitation when creatin flows of devastation
an idle mind is hte devils playground it just creates sin...
 
This isn't gangsta rap, just images from the brain of a kid who many thought to be insane
The game has changed and despite my ways I remain
Places I've made my domain seem like a long prison stay to those who had it better since their first day
In any situation, I show no hesitation
All you wack rap cats pay attention when I put down the demonstration
To master this art takes concentration
This is a steady habit for me, like a crackhead freebasin'
Don't come at me 'cause your skill level won't be taken into consideration, time's a wastin'
I need rap, like hop heads in the methadone clinic shakin'
Words are intelligent, yet my whole style is off the wall
Shortcomings in life sometimes make me wish I hadn't started at all
Bigots say my love for hip-hop is a phase and I'll eventually grow out of it
But I've been down my whole life, so I highly doubt it
You hear it a lot
The same tired shit from rappers when their new album drops
It's just a marketing plot by distribution companies to make fat money knots
Not saying everything in the mainstream is wack, but 80% of the shit on the radio should've never made it to wax and that's a fact
What started off as a counter culture is now being exploited, how 'bout that?
 
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