The "Official" Poetry/Freestyle/Remix Thread

bump cause i gotta get back into it, and i listened to all of twix's stuff, again new and old. i really like a few of the beats, and i find myself just looping it and trying to think of stuff.
 
My shit is so RIPE

its to fast to Type

takes some cats on here all night

just to put up the littlest ryhme battle fight

the shit that comes from my lips

is equal or greater to the sex vibes coming from shakiras hips

aw shits i got some salsa on my dorito chips
 
aright well here's an away message i made today so i might as well post it as a bump.

Sing to John Mayer's "Waiting"

Now if we had the power, to bring some waves on in to shore.

we would never check a webcam, never look online no more.

and when you check the television,

and the weather's looking hot,

well we head down to the beach now, cause a board is what i got.

but i'm still waiting (waiting)

waiting for the waves to change.

i keep on waiting (waiting)

waiting for the waves to change

Mother nature just ain't fair,

and there's no wind in the air,

so we keep on waiting

waiting for the waves to change.

if you don't know the real words then check the lyrics cause i tried to stay close to them
 
spark up the pen let the burning ink split

the end of the paper that my rhymes just lit

just watch as my combustion brings you down to size

turn your face towards the sun and watch my fame rise

I start out locally battlin the ones

that think I'm not hood enough to spit the rhymes out son

My hand ain't too steady but I write with steez

enough to make some of y'all get down on your knees

the truth I might spit shakes your mind like an earthquake

it's not really even about the noise that I might make

pay attention to the lyricology that is in demise

from MTV and whatever might be eaten by its hungry eyes

money is temptation that cannot quite be beat

the Lord in the sky has helped me with my feat

of giving me the talent to rhyme like no other

I'm a scholar I'm a poet don't tell me no brotha

yeah for real

I don't got to steal because I really understand the value of a hard earned $20 dollar bill

Took me 10 minutes to write this small masterpiece

It's about time now for me to go and say peace

May the peacetime reign and the biased decease

keep on livin chill peeps now I go to the street

---

come on peeps you ain't got nuthin on me

I fight for pursit of happiness and liberty

I sit right down and smoke the tree

babblin lyrics like notorious B.I.G

can't you feel the ripening synergy

my work comes all together in harmony

keep up the high end energy

we've all really come here to see me

rockin the sick flow

rhymin until I blow

I might not be a gangsta but the styles in my clothes

I don't own a glock but I don't smoke rock

My rhymes are just as dope as tupac

I'm the college professor, the lyrical MC

Rappin and reppin for the NGP
 
matt's in the house throw your hands in the air

shake your bodies in the club like you just dont care

puffin on blunts we all stay high

I'm flyin higher in the sky than the average guy

I school your ass whether it be on the street

or on an online forum keepin it neat

no blood no tears no sweat or fear

except from the lyrics you about to hear

this thread on NS will be bumped to the top

this place be so silent you can hear a pin drop

come on people you be a quiet crowd

the beat in my mind is gonna make you loud

 
finally back here's a little quick one to bring it back to school rhyme season:

here's to you summer, mostly wasted away,

could've done so much but did nothing each day.

just sat around nights and most afternoons too,

asking other friends "man what should we do?"

but there was really so much, just no time for it all,

could've done more if i hadn't played ball .

now the days are getting shorter and the nights getting cold,

freedoms taken away- we'll do what we're told.

but it wasn't all bad, i still had fun every day,

no matter the score i laughed in every inning we played.

i sweated like crazy and caught up on my sleep,

i went to new zealand, saw millions of sheep.

i never payed for the beach, always got in for free,

had to get there before 7 so no one was there to charge me.

so maybe it wasn't so bad, not too much of a waste,

cause summer memories last forever, can never be erased.

i hope you enjoyed your summer, i hope your vacation was nice,

but now listen closely, pay attention to my advice:

school starts again and the leaves start to drop,

but just because summer's over doesn't mean the fun has to stop.
 
im gonna start one soon that i may or may not use for a school talent show kinda thing. it's sometime later in the school year so i figure i'll start working early, and try to suprise everyone.

im having trouble thinking of a subject though and just getting started. i'm a senior in high school so im leaning towards something like that, but i could always go the funny or deep route. i'll post if i start something up
 
spoken word thing i did yesterday that i don't like but thought i would post since this thread popped back up...

she had all the time in the world on her hands

stained in invisible ink only humans could see

she placed her clarity on the table next to the stars in her eyes

along with her gaze on the wrinkle of her infinite birthday

sans-focus it was a flourescent ink on a band of forever

her eyelids were dressed in silver from the moon's reflection

she was inside of them - all of them re-living moments of the future

i tried to speak

a dry crack of the lips, she interupted

her words dripped purple past my eyes

the question "why?" is the longest long, she said
 
^spoken word?

and to anyone who participates in this thread, i've been getting some scholarship emails lately (im a senior) and it seems there's a few poetry scholarships going around so you can enter into them. just a thought if your looking into college.
 
it's a form of poetry used in slams and stuff - it's more hip hop ifluenced, google saul williams or something he's pretty established as a top quality spoken word poet
 
ha well i don't really think so. i have trouble interperting stories and poems. i understand like all the words and i kinda get the feel, but i just don't really understand what it means i guess.
 
new one i'm working on, i'll post again when i'mfinished

this is curtains certain lightening cursing

rolls on back of thunderclaps just bursting

whats worse than that the world collapsed under just one person

stomach's lurchin', over-exertion, one word's to little - needs to keep searching

face the rain pitter-patter on the brain but dry lips still thursting

this disdain for bitter patterns come hither madam

i think it will fade, or whither rather, this pain that will split her laguhter

after we give these actors reason to forget her faster

 
nice. i've been 17 since march, and it's just been hard for me to find other people my age who do any type of poetry or even creative writing. i wish i could like find a group or something to get together and just share stuff cause i like hearing other people's views.
 
thats sucks, it's way different where i live there are poetry classes and we have slams and stuff my town is a really rich in terms of art
 
made a couple today after not really doing anyhing for a while

"the way you do it" little brother remixed

and one called "happy days"
 
first try at this, i liked it

Look at the world today, so discombobulated hated

belated plans of action, oh well we'll try it later

unsatiated thrist for things updated

traded between the void of human spaces

traces of time running places, places unrelated

stated chases and races upon which we build our bases

A basis from which we stretch our homeostasis cases

 
dude, stick that in the middle of a whole rap and that would be one of the sickest flows and or songs of all time given the right feeling and beats

 
somewhat finished...

this is curtains certain lightening cursin'

rolls on back of thunderclaps just burstin'

what's worse than that the world collapsed under one person.

stomach is lurchin', over exertion

one word is too little needs to keep searchin'

face the rain, pitter-patter on the brain

this disdain for bitter patterns, don't refrain come hither madam

its just shame i think it will fade or whither rather

its this pain that splits her laughter

after we give these actors reason to forget her faster

they dither backwards between shattered last words

cracking pressure, pounding storm battered weathered rafters

the weather cast her miles away, scattered mothers lovers, daughters, pastors

artists, poets, workers, gangsters, dealers, fiends, but who matters

people hurtin, eden's trees seethin in winds of reason

fraught with schemin' treason ceasin' breathin' gimme peace and leave me speakin'...

gimme reason, keep me out the deep end

gimme peace and leave me speakin'

cue the curtains

this is gutter runnin thick with scum and soot, brimmin' trouble afoot

up to knees now nobody sees somehow nobody is shook

sick from feastin' on decievin' gimme clouds to wash me clean then

leave me leanin' on my hopes in between awake and dreamin'

for the sake of sleepin' pretend that we're just doing all we can

take a look, this is the deep end now don't fall from where you stand

nobody is a leader we just follow down the drain

blazing guns, burning hopes riding the spiral we sustain

feign a care for anything but self-righteous or selfish snares

world on welfare, fat lady singin and the world doesn't care.

cue the curtains

 
it's really rough, i'm gonna re-do it at some point, theres a bit of mumbleing and such i gotta fix
 
wow i really liked that now that i heard how the flow was and stuff. it's kinda hard to tell when you're reading online, but that helped so much and made it sick. props man, especially if it's just a rough draft
 
nah low quality is cus im using a low quality mic in a room that wasn't designed with acoustics in mind
 
work in progress...

broken fillaments fillin mens' feet with benevolence

walking on glass eggshells.

some of these shells fell in the streets from on top of people's heads

where they were bright ideas.

others lit the way.

now they lay where they are trod upon by people that don't

feel though their feet bleed.

on this concrete it's hard,

to keep fragile things in one piece.

there are too many cracks to stumble on.

bright orbs circling above children's wide smiles

white and flourescent, innocent.

in a sense all these cents - thought transactions

clinking in the stomachs of congested gutters.
 
Creep through the night with a scarface mentality,

Mc's step up, but ain't no one who can battle me,

My Lack of faith in the absence of reality,

Cause on this day we all become a fatality,

So i spit on adversity,

Shit on diversity

Your girls clit, go where my verse should be

This aint that old school new school hip,

it that head buzz trip, like your first dip.

 
random poem/flow from AP Bio:

10,000 men storm up

they charge the fence

the took it down to the ground

just like all the rest

the killing begins

young lovers killin their kidds

they have no choice have no voice

they get lost in the midst

of the fight

one battle shakes the night

it shakes the might, exploding light

still intilling fright

in the ones we love

a white shining dove

but when they try to fly

it is not enough

to win

the good cant match the sin

sadistic killers dropping tillers

proudly wearing a grin, then

rain drops pitter patter washing tattering clothes

teeth that chatter fatter rich guys picking their nose

poetry pros writing prose, seen beating their hoes

Nobody knows, but they're still writing these flows.
 
another short one from AP Bio:

TV's on, stereo blaring, children staring

scaring parents losing their bearings

No ones caring

Daring daredevils jumping down railings

Failing school cuz its cool no one's caring

Life's not smooth sailing, anger flaring overbearing

Trailing toxic exhaust fumes our young ones inhaling
 
so today i was with some pretty straight up hood kids and they just started freestyle rapping outta nowhere and it was crazy as a bitch...ive been might ninspired...this might suck but its a first try....

Yo, give me a chance to let my rhymes flow

I may be a beginner but ill let y’all niggas know

Who be the flyest nigga up in NS

If im frontin on your block u better send out an SOS

I’ll knock your bitch ass out

Nigga I aint messing

And if u fess to the feds,

U can say bye to yo head,

yo head aint doin good if its full up wit lead

so watch it or ull wake up knocked out on the floor

I dare y’all stinky twats to mess wit me again

Cuz ill take u out once more,

And ill kill your best friend

So peace out my homies ill see u in hell

Youll see with me my whole crew as well

We’ll be the ones smoking half ounce blunts pearled from a Cuban

Fuck wit us and there will be absoulutly no excusin

Fuck with the crew youll get your ass popped

You call 911

U cant rely on them cops

Ill clean ur dirty body up wit motha fuckin mops

 
two new (unfinished):

she came in peace and sleep to speak relief

beliefs were wreathed in violet streaks of broken speech

spoke to teach, florescent reach to break a beat

across the break of dawn and paint a sheet of orange leaves

with heaps of bars piled steep like harvest sheafs

bleak darkest deeps beneath our feet sprung gardens sweet in ardent fleets

fleeting flight flurries of hurried worries retreat from hardened streets

hardly discreet with stars as seats and martyred leaps

disheartened leaf still floats by rocking boats with hard-earned leaks

re-wrote the hope in widened scope before the creaking hull was breeched

high tides hide the beach the seagulls screech and rolling swells repeat

but soon it's low, the churning foam and surging waves slow to a seap

a humming breeze tears free the paper chains of fading green

belated dreams overcast in clouded scenes by means of serenading screams

but sun beams are seams, sewing clouds of cream and blue to make a new day

gleam in trickling streams redeemed by rustling trees....

-

a whispered face to place the most suddle of smiles

while we stand here the world just passes by in huddled miles

traced the grace in puddles of blue splashed on rude back round hues

drab space contrasts with you, if asked the truth there no moment i'd rather choose

this look back passed through, eclipsed by a slender shoulder

stopped in my path where the few moments that i lent her blew over

grew colder in some lost wind full of caution that somebody was tossin'

memory repeats of suddle cheeks and streaks of gold have caused grins

thin silence, vibrant light that makes my wide eyes squint

i spent only moment trying to memorize tints and shades, these shadows hide hints

of beauty, threw me behind my eyelids in moments of serene

a scene seen in true blue through two blue windows stolen from dreams

 
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