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Mekkan Refugee vs. Petey

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TraceOneInfinite:
Draggin down this forum with politics and elitist tactics
forgettin the fact that you are just an actress/
gossip like a girl and playin the game to the position,
for petty e-friends who lack integrity and wisdom/
Being "mature" means to express no real emotion,'
I love how you flip around all the definitions/
Reminds me of the days when I was along the Aegean,
Sea, and I first envisioned myself as an Emcee/
In those days we were called scribes,
boasting of battles trying to glorify the tribes,
Words were respected cause had a sword to back it up/
Now it's wars of words on the net, wack as fuck
playing e-games to gain fame cause it means so much to you/
But what means the world to me, is hip-hop
cause it's all I got, lost here in this Western Abyss/
Where I want to cry out in agony against all that exists/
Where I release what's within me and make it manifest/
Cleanse my soul, make myself low, SO THAT THE WAVES OF ALLAH CAN COME CRASHING THROUGH AND BLESS!
I empty myself, while your body is still filled up with toxins/
So all that bullshit builds up and gets locked in,
to your system, so the BLADE OF BRUTUS IS TURNED INWARD/
and you lash out at anyone who speaks out a decent word
a word of truth, a word of knowing, word of quiet repentance/
because you view rhymes like that as a sign of weakness
But in weakness there is always strength/
and I learned that amongst the rank and file along the Dardanelles/
The ace of the Straights I defended with some nomadic soldiers,
they weren't braggarts just real cats who lived free and died hard/
who knew real struggle, stomach empty no time to talk bullshit/
Just thankful to Allah to see day, and feel the UPLIFT!
Our ship sailed and we crossed the sea to defend EGYPT
With Muhammad Ali of 1823, COMMANDER OF THE OTTOMAN ARMY
I learned what real struggle was so I never see thru petty eyes
Now I'm sent to exist in western Abyss and so I try
to get by with hip-hop and rhymes cause I can't be a poet anymore
That door is closed in a past time in my past life
so I rep hip-hop now and just try to do what's right/
Reppin the culture amongst vulture's like yourself
Who don't respect the essence cause their thoughts are less/
They are empty, bearin no fruits, just behind a computer/
pushin manuwer and trash, cause what they eat is shit/
Talk all you want but I see through you, you just a BITCH!

Fraxxx:
Really not bad. Still think you don't fully grasp how being mature and expressing real emotions is connected or conducted appropriately. And a little low on the rhyme side in the second half.

BUT I don't see why you couldn't be a poet (as you stated). Maybe that format would fit you better than rapping on a beat which might be a bit restrictive for your kind of flow?

Petey:
oh boy...


should i do this?

TraceOneInfinite:

--- Quote from: Sir Petey on January 06, 2014, 11:06:08 AM ---oh boy...


should i do this?

--- End quote ---

need the support of your gay e-friends on this one?

Petey:
no some shits just not worth the value of my creativity.


your rhymes are shit son, you sound like michael cera on the microphone and you have to have hate running all through your heart just to be insipred enough to make a couple bars come together FOH

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