FROM THE ASHES...Poetic Underground, ARISE!

[TheSheriff]

From the ashes of lone gone crews rise a crew so poetic,
You’d see its plain truth even if you were dyslexic,
One bunch were Deficient in Melanin, I don’t mean to be didactic,
But when K.I.N.G.S. fall, you realize pride is for spastics,
The Sons of Time were prodigal, they may yet return,
Till then I’ll be incorrigible, now feel St Michael’s burn,
And be comforted by poems and feel glad and warm,
Because out of old orders a new phoenix will form,
One that wields hard truth, bright light and rare intelligence,
And in the end, even the haters will see it as Heaven-sent,
And watch us new Stealthy Attackers destroy your old ways,
Then see us change you, until you all cry “These days
Now up is down and down is up, nothing else to learn,
I guess we all fucked, unless for knowledge we yearn…
Unless we watch the phoenix reborn."

And y'all know what, there's more crews than that in this motherfucker...We got Elite represented, as well as minor crews Triple Allaince and Ex Soldjhaz. We got brand new talent, golden oldie independents...We got it all.

We're not here to battle you, we're not here to take some crew title, we're here to drop some philosophical shit, some poetic shit. There's gonna be some audio too, and that's what we about. Not battling, but teaching.

Now watch my phoenixes and lions rise, let them prove their skill.

[Reef]

From the ashes,
from the dust,
from the soil that litters the ground
you hear the clashes
the mis-trust
and bones where the skin should be found

from the sky,
to the concrete jungles
to the smog that fiils the air
i see a child fall and cry
while his mother shouts, screams then mumbles
picks the child up - its face personifies dispair

from the rain,
to the uncontrolable pain
to the feeling that someone close is in vien
from the sharp pain that stabs your heart
to the atmosphere life creates from the start
to the end, be prepared to depart
between bith and death is life, and i belive life is an art

from ashes to ashes, from dust to dust
from misplaced trust to unecessary lust
poetry, art and music - expression of the emotion
my tears, your tears, the tears of the world will fill an ocean
today, i use art as thearpy - it eases the stress
its a way to ease the mind, an way to express
heaven.. this is a poet in distress

I wad created by a godess, i rose from the dead
my great grandfather passed and i was born
the family woudl celebrate a birth, and then begin to mourn
so, from the ashes i rose, so close to the departed
one life was ended, and another started
from the ashes i rose, born without education or clothes
my grandfather is a part of me? nobody really knows

[T.J.]

dope lil poems there.....keep doin ya thang... poetic underground blastin off  

[bez]

I know I aint in your crew, so don't be trippin,
I like the shit your droppin so I felt like spittin,
Finally a crew of people who seem real,
Who actually post how they live, how they are and feel,
None of this gangsta straight up fake shit,
Everyones been doing it since Snoop and Dre hit,
Ya'll just staying true so I'm diggin that image,
Like sinister I'm addin a verse so this thread can finish,
You all droppin good shit that mos def worth readin,
Owen And Reefa that was def some shit I was feelin,
And I know this verse was weak and kinda plain,
But I wanna let you know thanks for droppin shit thats changin the game

[TheSheriff]

Thanks for the props bro, that offer is always still on the table.

Finished this thread? Nah, we still got hella cats to get in here.

You've met myself, the Philosopher who was inspired by a vision of a crew that would give life to a dying world...

And Gareefa, the Poet, who with simple rhyme and emotion examines the human condition.

But you've yet to meet:

Blade, the Guru of incredible wisdom, the first man brave enough to join my quest.

Mouse, the Howler, the voice of rebellion within the group...he might not drop in this thread, but he gave us his unique Howl in that very first cypher by the crew.

Disception, the Warrior, who uses his blades to demonstrate the truth in life. We used to be rivals, but shared wisdom has brought us together.

ChildOfMuthaNature, the SonOfFatherTime...the enigmatic poet who drops thought provoking shit, who brang rationality back to this board long before PU was ever imagined.

Abstruse, the Comet, the rising star in our firmament. Hand picked, he also showed a great display of technical ability in creating our banner. Great things will come of him.

and...

Sikotic, the Nightmare...all but retired, he slumbers, awaiting the moment when the Underground shall tear the soil and rise to ascendence. He is a Nightmare that has existed since the dawn of WCC, and haunts the sleep of those who claim to be the best...For how can one claim to be the best, when the best yet lives?

[Disceptive AssAssin]

no doubt reppin this shit till i d-i-e, get dealt wit quick like koncept so dont-try-me/
You dispise me, thats a mean of disception, up in this poetic underground oppression/
I escape my life threw poetry, grab ya audies and flow wit me/
We gonna rhyme till the dime is finshed, weak flows,styles, and emmceez get diminshed/
Eatin bars like a fat kid, my mom calls me a hopeless bastid, thats why i always plastid/
Cuz alcohol is just another escape, super man wit out the cape/
cant fly, never tried, never thought i could/
6 BEERS, 2 blunts, dam im feeling good/
BUt my flows get choppy so its time to pass it/
PLus i aint tryin to rap cuz im started to feel that acid/


Poetic Underground-- From the ashes mutha fuckaz


stright guttah..

*click*

[·SiNiStEr·]

Bez was that some kind of diss... or what?

[bez]

Bez was that some kind of diss... or what?

Its all in the name of keystylin,lol. Dont worry abar it.

[Juda]

 your poetry really touched me, and wil influence me in future goals.
              Ez

[·SiNiStEr·]

Bez was that some kind of diss... or what?

Its all in the name of keystylin,lol. Dont worry abar it.

fa sho

[bLaDe]

lol forgot about this Owen, heres something quik ...

We rise from the ashes, underneath the earths-crust~/
Forgotten but not lost, the first, my birth-was-cursed~/
Like a phoenix in the silence of the night, I take flight~/
Awake-and-ignite the false teachings that forsake-right~/
The snake-bites, injects the poisonous venom of ignorance~/
The inevitable loss; depletion of the plenum-of-innocence~/
As I walk through the burning deserts, and reach an oases~/
Shower with water of wisdom and build a strong bases~/
Faces, covered in masks, identities unknown~/
History untold, mystery in scrolls, behold~/
sleep walkin into evil, because man is still unconscious~/
ignorant shall keep talkin, darkness lies in the subconscious~/
With words etched-in-minds, lyrical oracle, spiritual metamorphosis~/
Shatter the stretched-lies, fossiles of wisdom found by archiologists~/

  -{bLaDe}

[Rip The Jacker]

that was dope.

[abstruse]

feel or not what the poetic crew-is-spittin, but i wont stop till yall foos-diminished //
when we emcee the words spark-with-it, internal feelings our verse got our hearts-in-it //
the knowledgable pencil, we shar-pen-it, meaningful thesis that could rip through ar-se-nic //
the flows not mark-et-ted, lyrically i teach-you, but still humble enough to shake ya hand when i meet-you //
its meaningful, no hidden messages, poetic underground is here to set the precedent //
everytime the mic grabbed, we blessin-it, words so kindred ya feel affectionate //
i got you attentetive, and this aint no joke, or a prank-in-fact //
but when the games gone, hopefully itll be remembered for the culture, and not ish like gangsta-rap //

^Quik One

[abstruse]

Is that Rip The Jacker from ShadySource.com?

[Gerz]

didn't feel it