When i spat rapity rap, my voice echoed.
To the mic like static im strapped, i cant let go.
My voice said so, the words you should recognise.
This time the truth being told, insteada the lies.
My mind tries to convert what i've been thru to words.
Changed my tears from pain, to adjectives and verbs.
With no herb to enliten my stress, kept heavy at shoulders.
Im a lonesome emcee, spitting like im one of raps soldiers.
Memories sting like alsers, try to erase them with new ones.
The wall i was talking to, appeared to have hair and titties it'd grew sum.
Friends i knew none, nah i did, but they all packed and vacated.
Im left to fight my struggles alone, coz my friends like they waited.
Mind invaded, torment braided in my head and stayed their.
Thats where my voice grew, took refuge and got made their.
I was telefitted with fate that my life would be outta my reach.
Ima annoynymous rapper, i say what i feel but i dont preach.
Nails screach, thats what the stress feels like to my organs.
Heart turned to stone, why cant i have a soft center like thorntans.
Now my rage draws my enemies closer, and my friends further away.
Why cant people listen to my words, like they do gods one day.
He wrote his down on stone, we've moved up in the tech, so i do on a comp.
My flame was burning but homelife affected my talent, out it got stomped.
Eaten up i was chomped, saiten didnt care, he even spat out my bones.
Their still here today, wondering who's on the receiving end of the phone.
Oh somebody for my parents, wait i live with just one.
But now its like a turn of events, i cant keep tabs on mum.
She out having what was taken away, before she started living.
Now i remain the picture more often than the dead keep breathin'.
Social lifes stealing her priorities and when im on negative terms with my girl.
I load up this site, post what i like, from my pc mic and say fuck the world.

seriously man, i posted up a new thread, and i just wrote it.. most of my keystyles now i swear to god are written up from the seond i start a new thread.. i used to pre-write but i write better under this.. wierd.. but truth it be.. i wouldnt lie man. i was pissed off too.. i write better with determination lol. thanx man..

^^ both mayne.. but to me i class "freestyle" is something that isnt pre-written and thats just off the head, which would be just as the same doing it to a beat.. for me it is anyways..

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^^ both mayne.. but to me i class "freestyle" is something that isnt pre-written and thats just off the head, which would be just as the same doing it to a beat.. for me it is anyways..

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Not really the same cause you can rap alot quicker than u type... truss me.. neways tight verse..

Ayo thanx for the props guys.. thanks... ... i will give ya' some feedback mayne (to tin) .

tight shit,pre write or not,bottom line is, if it's nice it's nice,and i for one think it's hot,keep comming with it,and "true heads" yall kill me with that,so talking bout money and bitches ain't true? when you become kool herc cuzz,you can talk about anything in this hip hop shit,and it's been that way since day one!!!!!!!!,and when did you start listening to hip hop cuzz yell