ThaProph & Colossal (Topic - Underground vs. Mainstream),
e-mail freestyle
ok, here are the rules:
1. each return must be between 4 and 10 lines, no more (well, maybe),
but NO LESS
2. your return must flow off of the previous person's topic and
possibly the rhyme (you can change the topic midway through ur verse if
you want, but do it smoothly)
3. cut and paste so it appears all together (seperate our shit by a
single line), delete the "to: from:" bullshit
4. keep the rules at the very top
5. try to be intellectual about your rhymes, try to stray away from the
simple shit
6. metaphors are always pleasing
7. try to stick to the format of typing that will be displayed, it's
easier to read and shit
8. have fun, be creative
9. there are a lot of rules
10. put your initial just before your rhymes (i.e "P" for Proph)
11. peace
legend:
....../ = seperates lines
"....." = what another person would say
(....) = notes, not included in the rhyme
caps = recognizes wordplay
-------------------------let the freestyle begin-------------------------
i'll set it off...
P
It's time for me to set it off and let this freestyle begin/
I got so many different FLOWS i don't know what i'm SWIMMIN in/
Come again?" I said if this was a battle you couldn't win/
But it's not, so it's about time to through the topic in/
I contemplate the complicated dialogue that lies within/
The controversy that seperates the wack eMCees and sin/
The media is delivering talentless hallucinogen/
While the underground hold's it down being the father like Lincoln/
(Abraham)
C
Like a Static-Eratic-VACUMATIC SUCKIN' you in/
time to get this freestyle format started so lets begin/
yo get the juice n the gin, room rented - holiday inn/
get your hand out your pockets, you fall you'll land on your chin/
cause yo i be the one.... knockin' fakes down on the streets/
much love to dj prophecy producin' ill beats/
together we outlast, overlap and only we can defeat/
our sound surroundin' the underground there we be HEARDIN' you SHEEPS!/
P
as in CATTLE, cause you know the main stream can't battle/
the intellectual warfare, the media must skiddadle/ (hehe)
we, the underground, are bringin the HUGEST tracks/
cause we got COLOSSAL on the mic with prophecy spinnin the wax/
wre-r-wreckin the wack with VIRTUAL in the back/
the FAKE emcees, this is what they lack/
the united forces we bringing to attack there wack asses/
although we are UNDER-THE-EARTH (underground) we blast with LIGHT,
your needin SUNGLASSES/
the main STREAM couldn't DIG us with SUB-atomic sound blastas/
cause we be the NILE the widest RIVER puttin this so-called STREAM
to shame/
the underground prophecy, ya'll best to recognize my name/
C
with the sounds of the underground rockin' your brain/
hey yo the hip hop rythme it FLOWS through my vains/
yall know the mainSTREAM's WAVE will never obtain/
the hype of my lyrical WATERFALL POORIN' DOWN on yall like RAIN/
yall know there ain't no STRAIN, my rhymes hipnotic, they stain/
with full STEAM SPLASHIN' on the fakes FLUSHIN' ca$h money down the
DRAIN/
P
like a verbal-AIR-o-PLANE, SPIRALLING down about to PLUMIT to the
earth/
they FALLIN with more speed than Yokozuna has girth/
should have been BLINDFOLDED at birth cause they could never SEE talent
and skill for what it's worth/
but we be droppin BIGGER hits than the HEADS on MOUNT RUSHMORE/ (big!)
i STILL AIN'T A PLAYER like BIG PUN, but damnit i CRUSH-more/
TURNIN POP culture into DIET SODA whenever i'm THIRSTY/
y'all RENDERED SOFT,-DRINKing WHOOP ASS to try and hurt-me/ (yea!!)
C
But in this lyrical BATTLE the mainstream has no STANCE/
They just can't STAND up to the BLOWS of the underground trance/
Like a HURRICAINE that's TWISTIN' SPITTIN' words out with great force/
The UNDERGROUND PULLIN' DOWN the media BURRYING what they endorce/
Like a lyrical DISEASE, commercial emcee's will DECEASE/
CEASE to please, take eternal INTERMISSION (not comin' back) and PAY UP their
PENALTIES/
(intermission, penalties = hockey)
But the TOLL is much too large, and the FEE by far too great/
Because you can't INVEST your music into violence and hate/
P
10 years later their INCOME is in a BANKRUPT sorta STATE/
We're the equivilent to WASHINGTON, your PAYING at our RATE/
PICTURE yourself in the future, a PORTRAIT of DECAY/
Your played out careers are simply just ROTTING away/
You FIND yourself LOST in a GAME you cannot PLAY/
You can't EXPRESS your cries for help, your words are too pathetic to SAY/
I can't SEE you in the PHOTO FINISH, like if KODAK was out of FILM/
You need to DEVELOP your NEGATIVES into POSITIVES like Malcolm/ (Malcolm X)
Your styles are like COWS, first i TIP'em then i MILK'em/
Cause i got more BEEF with you then there are DUNKS in HARLEM/ (harlem
globetrotter's)
Your BOUNCING across the stage like BASKETBALLS on PAMELA LEE/
I'll DEFLATE your FAKE shit, i don't know why you battle me/
C
The mainSTREAM's WASHED UP, OFF THE BOAT, almost DEAD/
Getting OLD, rhymes are WRINKLED, FADED, MIXED UP IN THE HEAD/ (elzimers, old)
With rythmical ARTHRITISE it's DENTURES-forced to RESIGN/
Because the lyrical BIFOCALS can't WORK, can't SEE, pop culture's LOOSIN' IT'S
MIND/
STANDING at the BOTTOM, metephorical STAIRS/
Ya gowin' UP to get somethin', or d'ya just come DOWN from there?/
And when rhymin' i can SEE that often your poor MIND is filled with doubt/
Are you loosing your HEARING ? do i have to SHOUT it out?/
So if it's my turn to BATTLE you, and BRITTLE BONES are SORE/
I'll BREAK the rythme in your PELVIS because your lyrical STRUCTURE can't take it no more/
P
We'll attack the BACK OF YOUR NECK, leavin you SPINELESS/
MIND-LESS emcees are too BLIND to FIND-THIS/
STUPIDITY in lyrics, STUPIDITY in SOUL/
We'll disconnect your INNER SELF without leavin a hole/
We do it MENTALLY, sneekin up and around your CORTEX/
At the same time, verbally slayin your MIND, burnin your EYES-next/
Sever your REFLEX infest your DIGEST and inspect the defects/
All without tearin SKIN, i use perplex lyrical in-jects/
Your layin on the ground BRAIN-DRAINED and DRIED UP/
Your SRIVELLED little BODY ain't even reachin an A-CUP/
My lyrics maintained, contained GAME, SPORTin with POWER/ (power-aid+game=sport)
I'll AID the underground while the main stream i just DEVOURED/(you DRINK poweraid, i DEVOURED the mainstream)
COWARD!!!
