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WHY IS NOBODY FREESTYLING?

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When doing "battles" or whatever, I do the self-praise freestyles. I've also written things very different that are more emotional, storytelling kind of things. However I really haven't done this in quite a long time. Years, even. But coming back to MM made me remember some old threads that I participated in and I wanted to experience it again.

 

Ohhh I see, looking forward to seeing your other pieces. :)

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You ask the question why there are no freestylerz on MM

Well a colonized mind cant come up with no righteous flem

Their minds are empty except for all things uncle sam

Their hearts are empty of all things except useless spam

So throwaway the pretensions to freestylin and go away

There are no poets on MM with a relevant verse to say

Except to self gratify their unmanned egos and strike poses

With half-baked verbal farts which brutally accost the noses

Flem flammin, frontin like they got some verbal spit

They aint nuthin but bustas frontin & regurgitating s**t

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This is my roommate's poem. I dig it:

 

 

I remain stuck,

As people, moments, time,

Pass me without notice.

My mind,

Something of an enigma,

At times, a toxic quagmire,

Others, like the engine of a Ferrari,

Until the oil light flashes,

And I again realize,

It requires maintenance.

I am trapped here,

As the gas runs out,

The haze surrounds me,

It is too thick to see,

The wonderfully imperfect world,

That rests in the center of my steering wheel.

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Ha, well it was my roommate's not mine. I already know what you'd write about...

 

Dogs.

 

I've never written a poem about cars, and tend to write about other things

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This is one I wrote:

 

Behind the screen

 

The red button is pressed, and on comes the TV

Nothing but propaganda, adultery, and lies are all I see

From one single continent to all the six others

There is constant oppression and struggle for our brothers

Whether it consists of an immigrant worker, on the streets for a job

Or the innocent woman raped by an animalistic mob

The poor working through hunger, while the banks are fed

A couple million dollars gone to embassies instead

Give the facts they want, and discard the rest

We don’t need to tell of genocide and social unrest

So when we push the red, the safety is off, finger on the trigger

And unseen on the news is the corpse, it does not linger.

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City to city and town to town-

randomthrowaway is chillin' and holdin' it down-

I take this life serious while ya'll clownin' around-

While ya'll smashin' on your keyboard spewin nothing profound-

And I feel like a broad in an all boys' school-

All ya other rappers just caught in my whirlpool-

Who knew? I always did from the beginning-

I knew you were losing since before I was winning-

Wipe the pathetic tears from ya eyes while I remove my disguise-

I'm the lyrical legend wordsmithin' ya demise-

Now you can imply that your wise but what you thought you knew was all lies-

No compromise on your banishment-

While you're still trying to establish that you might be a match but I'll accept the challenge-

Believe it or not you don't want it but you ask for it-

What I spit are tricks that no one has mastered yet-

You don't even have a plan you are undefined-

So when you stand next to me you're easily outshined-

My name says it all as I illuminate this forum-

Truth of the matter is all of ya'll is borin'-

So I'll step back from the track while you try to metamorphose to expertise-

Cuz chances are your rhyme's are a degenerative disease.

Somebody needs to rhyme with Noorie.

I demand a match. Writeous vs Noorie!

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This is one I wrote:

 

 

Behind the screen

 

The red button is pressed, and on comes the TV

Nothing but propaganda, adultery, and lies are all I see

From one single continent to all the six others

There is constant oppression and struggle for our brothers

Whether it consists of an immigrant worker, on the streets for a job

Or the innocent woman raped by an animalistic mob

The poor working through hunger, while the banks are fed

A couple million dollars gone to embassies instead

Give the facts they want, and discard the rest

We don’t need to tell of genocide and social unrest

So when we push the red, the safety is off, finger on the trigger

And unseen on the news is the corpse, it does not linger.

 

I'm taking this.

 

K ty

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I'm taking this.

 

I think you mean "Sal_the_man...with your permission may I borrow and use this poem? I will accredit it you whenever I use it though, otherwise it would be plagiarism"

 

To which I would reply "Breeze, because I am a nice, baller, and awesome person I grant you this permission. Chyeah boiiiii"

 

 

K ty

"Ok? Thank you" smh

 

RIP English Language

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I think you mean "Sal_the_man...with your permission may I borrow and use this poem? I will accredit it you whenever I use it though, otherwise it would be plagiarism"

 

To which I would reply "Breeze, because I am a nice, baller, and awesome person I grant you this permission. Chyeah boiiiii"

 

 

 

"Ok? Thank you" smh

 

RIP English Language

 

I'm a guy on here. Guys don't have manners, they're vile mean creatures who can't spell.

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