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People stopped rhyming cause I put the show on hold//

Its like time froze when I'm on a solid flow//

My method of rhyming is unstoppable//

When the pen touches the pad, its phenominal//

And Im not the type to seek anyone's respect//

I dont need to be a hot topic on MM to come correct//

Cause I know im a hot topic even when i get slept//

All these other members rhyme with defects//

I rhyme with no regrets, and Im the best when words connect//

My name is Writeous and I rhyme on multiple devices//

I'm like a snap back cap, I surround your head in different sizes//

I'm like your favorite curry food with all the seasons and spices//

And dont put this on your mastercard cause my style is priceless//

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I'm like a snap back cap, I surround your head in different sizes//

 

Jheeze. You're on a next one.

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People stopped rhyming cause I put the show on hold//

Its like time froze when I'm on a solid flow//

My method of rhyming is unstoppable//

When the pen touches the pad, its phenominal//

And Im not the type to seek anyone's respect//

I dont need to be a hot topic on MM to come correct//

Cause I know im a hot topic even when i get slept//

All these other members rhyme with defects//

I rhyme with no regrets, and Im the best when words connect//

My name is Writeous and I rhyme on multiple devices//

I'm like a snap back cap, I surround your head in different sizes//

I'm like your favorite curry food with all the seasons and spices//

And dont put this on your mastercard cause my style is priceless//

 

Writous i must say YOU HAVE LONG LIFE :wow:

 

was actually thinkin where you had disappeared too :o

 

why must you do this whyyy ^^

 

and i liked you lickle starter there i actually read this poem in your voice :P:hmm:

 

HOPE TO HEAR MORE FROM YOU :dance:

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I’ll never let go,

Holding the block like drainpipes,

Ocean of emotion flooding the roads; Rain-like,

Summertime, daylight?

Colour-blind; I see nothing but Grey skies in these troubled times,

I’m not a little ‘under the weather’; I’m trapped in a Typhoon,

Juggling life with the strife that I fly through,

Turbulence,

So murderous I’ll murder ink and peel verbal skin

Metaphorical; copycats there’s no verbatim,

Don’t work to live, just spit a verse to quench my thirst n’ sh*t,

But sometimes I do think was I given birth to sin,

Insanity leaves my cortex flesh chewed,

An artful boss with a few marbles lost,

My head’s screwed,

-In with a screw drill but a few screws have been left loose,

Check the beat of my heart; it’s a dead tune,

Death looms,

White kicks turn to red shoes as blood drips from a fresh wound,

So now I dig a 6 feet grave in my bedroom...

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that was bad

Are you kidding me? The word play in that was awesome, aloo head.

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yea im a meanie, sorry for putting you down skywalker, i guess its pretty good

 

but what's the context of it. i think its something to do with life, death, emotion, but im not sure i really get it completely

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When life gives you lemons make lemonade

When the world feeds you pain

Drink the pure peace

Let love be your salvation

No, it’s not a deviation

Soon it will end; soon it will all be gone

No regrets, just bittersweet memories

Don’t make loneliness your enemy

Befriend it as your forgotten companion

On this road of misfortune

Shared with your good friends too

Just keep smilin’ you learnt much

On foot of this magical expedition

When the world makes sense to you

Then you know you have accomplished nothing

Let Mystery, Dreams and hope filter your mind

Surely soon it will all be true

And I believe it could be

Nothing is possible

If you don’t believe it’s impossible

And then the end will feel good to reach…

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I got that Ironlung flow over triumphant basslines,

ripping your flesh from your body with my canines,

Its like the unearthly march of a thousand Ronin,

when in Rome I make it a point to kill a Roman,

stomping through your entire circumfrance,

my army spread just like a pestillence,

marching to the sound of a RZA drum set,

killa bees, weapons you aint seen yet,

a herd of undead soldiers, ghost-faced,

more juiced up than masta ace.

 

 

I think only writeous and Skys will truly appreciate that...

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but what's the context of it. i think its something to do with life, death, emotion, but im not sure i really get it completely

 

A freestyle generally doesn't have to have one specific theme.

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bmA

 

this aint rly a freestyle but style embedded with caution

delicate paper like papyrus holding down these time bombs

i dont spit out words, i roll them out like red carpet for the president

my words aint my own, it's god speaking to me when i link em to events

i don't do this in my sleep, sub consciously i drive like an auto pilot on repeat

sometimes i visit places i aint ever been, waxed like thoughts melting with the heat

shaking hands with people i aint seen , discussing principles based on future regimes

popping open presents , holding down till it starts raining with tears

taekwonding the bottles, hurdling over the puddles and pointed salute to the corners

kick back,lay still and jog on past the postman, the rentman and norse clans

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