Yo, the rhymes they don't stop, it's so hot. This lip-lock, between me and the erotic behaviors of hip-hop. Ever changing galore; even the score. Pouncing, and sweat glands; panting for more. I jump-stop, i'm like Karl Malone, I ryhme this alone; Not me up at home, but me as a clone; Mini-me with an algebriac equation pointing at me. Every living algorithym proves me an emcee. [ I'm combatting // Child-like in nature ] [ Ryhmes define me, but either way they say they hate ya. ] Child but not mild, could kill any living emcee in a free-style. I'd cut em up with my mouth, and spit em up in a pile. I got the crowd on my shoulders, and lyric sheet's in the fire. If my writing was a business, i'd be a pumping empire. (Forget the erotic behaviors) I got this game in a head-lock A choke hold; it's me this rap game can't stop. Pivot and grab-hold the rap-mold Cut free like a weak emcee, stictched up and sold. Pulled out his baby teeth and replaced them with gold. The other kids in the park told me to not come back. But look who's back with platinum tracks lining the rack. Now the jealous kids all got their beef. They wanted rematches, but I stole their pride like a theif.
please learn how to spell rhyme [/b][/quote] Oh gosh! Did I forget to turn my spell checker on? Thank the Lord for the programming genius of Microsoft that is...... DEFMAN! To everyone else with constructive feedback, or, feedback for that matter, thanks! Also, if you guys don't mind...could you try rating my work on a _/10 scale? like 1/10 for horrible, 5/10 for mediocore, 10/10 for outstanding. That'd be great! Thanks guys!
9/10....i dont like rap a lot.....its played out 2 much ....i dont know what i just wrote.....but its good....keep doing what ur doing