Jeru Hendrix
New member
I'm not sure if my style is conventional... or whether it sucks or not. This is just some shit I'm writing out for the **** of it. It's on beat, the way I spit it. I think it may seem like I'm putting too much focus on rhyming words together but this is supposed to be allegorical. Kind of metaphorical. I just feel as if I may be off base. There is sort of supposed to be a sense of mystery as to what I'm talking about I guess... but at the same time I don't really follow any sort of structure. There is no direction to this narrative. It's just a bunch of shit that happened for no reason. No conflict or resolution...
Also, I feel like I need to use more adjectives.
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he propped out the sarcophagus,
coughin' up the coffin' dust
da blood clottin' esophagus
couldn't stop the wanderlust
-
left backward footprints in the sands of time
so rappers couldn't jux the books filled up wit da stanza'd lines
-
carbon dated parceled papers
from the long gone novelist
-
shot off like a arrow
from the artimus.
oughtta oughta miss
translation lost in andromedus
transferred, saved on floppy disks
and studied by the scholars
like they mastadons at colleges
dapper don thesauruses
for rappers to copy
-
it's
da prolific hyroglyphic
etcher sketcherer
investitured,
registered
apex predator
exterminatin'
competitors
n feastin' on da westerners
enbreaded debt winners.
idealistic
prize greedy idiots
effected wit dyslexia
perplexed by pro-sequiturs
the prose editor, letterer,
da messenger, et cetera.
-
puttin' to much effort into
coalescin' words
perfectin' up his mess of verbs
tryna ressurect a verse
-
what he writes just a skeleton
spliced up wit some gelatin'
pumped wit a pint of adrenaline
beat bringin' to life a new specimen
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Yeah... I write in a weird format, and always have... because this is the easiest way for me to read shit off the screen when I'm rehearsing to memorize lyrics...
Also, I feel like I need to use more adjectives.
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he propped out the sarcophagus,
coughin' up the coffin' dust
da blood clottin' esophagus
couldn't stop the wanderlust
-
left backward footprints in the sands of time
so rappers couldn't jux the books filled up wit da stanza'd lines
-
carbon dated parceled papers
from the long gone novelist
-
shot off like a arrow
from the artimus.
oughtta oughta miss
translation lost in andromedus
transferred, saved on floppy disks
and studied by the scholars
like they mastadons at colleges
dapper don thesauruses
for rappers to copy
-
it's
da prolific hyroglyphic
etcher sketcherer
investitured,
registered
apex predator
exterminatin'
competitors
n feastin' on da westerners
enbreaded debt winners.
idealistic
prize greedy idiots
effected wit dyslexia
perplexed by pro-sequiturs
the prose editor, letterer,
da messenger, et cetera.
-
puttin' to much effort into
coalescin' words
perfectin' up his mess of verbs
tryna ressurect a verse
-
what he writes just a skeleton
spliced up wit some gelatin'
pumped wit a pint of adrenaline
beat bringin' to life a new specimen
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Yeah... I write in a weird format, and always have... because this is the easiest way for me to read shit off the screen when I'm rehearsing to memorize lyrics...