Open Mic: Cut The Bullshit

Fuck the soft shit – Let’s toss it – It’s often what we aim for- -
Not if it’s today folks – Off ‘em through the great shores- -
Embrace war to take more than lives the moment I persist…
To rhyme and flow this line that is designed of morbid pride that lives…
Inside my soul and drives my wit to writing war inspired scripts- -
Lightning storms revised to hit the minds of foes and strike with fists- -
It’s the price you chip in by resistance trying this kid- -
Quiet victims with a violent vision tying them and lighting sticks with…
Fire, liquid gas in trash I dump into my backyard- -
This rap marks the last start to chumps that choose to act hard- -
We rumble through the rash parts – Punches threw and smash scars- -
Crushing you and laugh hard - Running through in fast cars- -
Fuck pursuits and past narcs who carry straps to blast ours- -
Swear they bad because they wear a badge with gats armed- -
While they stare us as some pair of blacks and spics who lack smarts- -
Dare to brag we wearing flags and crip in brass spars- -
And fuck them rap stars that care to get to that chart- -
Bare a fist of cash large enough to share to kids with cracked jars- -
With a weary grip their parent’s missed to grab far- -
I’ll tear a ditch – You’ll stare into your mere abyss of glass shards- -
I’m arrogant amidst a flare that gives it gas farts- -
So where I spit – The air will rip the snares to bits of ash darts- -
That smear the pits of every sheet from any piece I craft, carve,
Share with ink and add lard – That’s buried deep this black heart- -
The pharaoh seed of phat art – Here to speak cause rap starves- -
Apparently the facts are – These mere emcees extract barf- -
Compared to Free, a terror keeps your heir in clings with mad guards- -
I’ll sheer my teeth through your career of heresy and wack spark- -
So where’s that leave the spare of meat?...In lairs for bears to eat…
While I prepare the heat like Eric B who pairs the beat with scratched bars- -
I’m the American’s despair in need of desperate dreams- -
The expertise of texts conceived into the nexus of an ecstasy- -
So if you think you can compete – Please – Step and speak- -
In a second you’ll be blessed to be the next to cease- -
Yes, indeed – Mess with Free – Left in sea – Flesh recedes- -
Destiny…ain’t a threat to me – Just another less belief- -
That I swept…in the steps my feet…have progressed to leave…
This dread I used to sweat and bleed for – To get some p’z- -
I ain’t a fucking pest who breathes confessions of a reckless being- -
My lessons teach death is sweet – Get the tech and squeeze…
Heh…



Edited by Freeda5thDawg - 23 June 2008 at 4:11am

lol Loved it.

Fuckin' amazing what you do with words, man! HAHA!!

You got props from me, yo, always. That was DOPE!

Even reading it, sounds like a badass freestyle...

You definately have a style I aspire to.. if that makes sense.

I don't mean, mimmick, or copy... but you know... I want my thoughts to come to me quicker, I often find i'm not as inspired as I wish to be, when I sit down to write, or type... I think of a line, then sit there thinking... and it's frustrating... you know... when the message doesn't come naturally...
A lot of my stuff doesn't have much of a message in it... I want to start saying something, and not just randomize rhymes together, as Senor Perfecto has pointed out.

Anyway,... good drop, yo!

Dope shit again Freeda. I read everything you drop (even if I don't feed it) - and am never dissatisfied with what you're spittin'. This was incredible, love the rhyme scheme, and like CHAIN stated, that last 10 lines was off the hook with multis. Black Heart para was hot too.

Overall, incredible drop. Props