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while doing a poetry project for my 11th grade english class, i chose the Guru as my poet of choice. i broke down, and analyzed 5 of his poems, as well as wrote one of my own. i got one of the highest grades inthe class, if not THE highest. i also changed the opinion of my teacher. i will post my poem here, but this is STRICTLY FOR HIPHOP (or rap) HEADS ONLY!!! PLEASE RESPECT ME AND MY REQUEST IN NOT POSTING UNLESS YOU ARE INTERESTED!!!
feel free to post your own, i would like to start freestyling again.
Calibration
calibration
my styles mad amazin,
i rhyme, i got yoou all dazin,
once done, i hear u all praisin,
i the shepherd, when i lead my opposition,
to the field for the grazin,
then back to the tation,
straight to the slaughter house,
i got them setup, from the very start,
theys in a rouse,
they caught the cheese in they mouth,
cause thats all MCs do when they hear,
is just cheese, they dont know how to stay clear
they try to step to me,
ull know the face of fear,
cause i am a supervillan,
they call me the disciple,
ur rap game skills i will stifle
stunt the growth
cause their too many whack ones
on the excape boat
when on the prowl, and i creep,
if u in sight, prepare to catch my heat,
once its all said and done, ull be ko'ed,
lyin at my feet,
its apocalypse that your facin,
so go to church , say your grace an
remember to pray to killah priest,
for he the savior, and pasture for MCs
eats a peasants meal, of nothing but porridge and peas,
when people see him comin, they tremble in their knees
but thats just what we need,
a new disciple, to take out the trash
of so called rappers, and their style of rap
they claim that they pack,
they better think twice,
when you hear my name,
pull a pi, or else youll feel my pain
the psychology, behind my longevity,
is one deeply routesd in the laws of gravity.
to calculate the speed of my rhymes,
take V final, subtract V initial,
that wound u claim to have inflicted was superficial,
its too late for you,
you already spoke,
now its your throat that i proceed to choke,
not onece did you hear me claim to bust ghats,
nor once did you hear me say that i murdered catz.
all i said from the very start,
was dont mess with me,
cause i got too much damn heart.
my skin is 12 inches thick,
and hard as a brick.
taht promotes me to take a lick,
and still be able to tick.
ill size u up like u had rickets
then the only music u will make,
will sound like that of crickets.
u got my heart pacin,
do you know what your facin,
cause what i just did,
was get my skills calibratin.
and at the samme time,
got my sould hatin,
i caused an abbrasion,
on the left hemisphere,
told you to steer clear,
would have been better,
to drink yourself dead with some Heineken Beer.
ill assemble you piece by piece like the Mir,
so hear,
the words that flow out my mouth
cuz i got tha clout
u doubt?
well u the dubious one.
im now FURIOUS SON
i got discipline,
i keep from sin,
im passive, like oxygen,
but if i feel threatened,
i morph into CO,
a silent killer,
a brain driller,
i enter ur mental matrix,
and program like i was Xatrix,
thats how you were insipired
towards all the hatred, of me
just mad, cause i got u bated
like a worm on a hook,
well i told you to pick up that book
for knowledge is the key
who leads the roads of tomorrow?
only time allows us to see,
until then, take on step at a time,
read, eat, and breathe,
and to these words you must heed.
plant today a seed,
tomorrow you have a tree,
that has yielded many leaves,
the part that sees light,
and leaves the plight,
of status quo,
it makes a dash to the sky,
but is failed because of competition,
and provocation
by the earth,
not to achieve a higher level,
but to fall to the ground at a bevel,
dont ever try to meddle,
with these lines,
u try to handle them, they crawl thru your spine
causin perm paralysis,
and a form of halitosis,
to affect what skills you thought you possessed,
i am the closest,
to reachin the promised land,
for it was in this rap,
that i was freed of my OWN trap,
and it is evident,
thru the travels of V,
that i have knowledge of many galaxies,
and knowledge is the tool i use,
that MCs fear and say i abuse
to get my skills Calibrated.
whooooo, i just typed all that up in about 10 minutes. im tired, let me know what you think.
feel free to post your own, i would like to start freestyling again.
Calibration
calibration
my styles mad amazin,
i rhyme, i got yoou all dazin,
once done, i hear u all praisin,
i the shepherd, when i lead my opposition,
to the field for the grazin,
then back to the tation,
straight to the slaughter house,
i got them setup, from the very start,
theys in a rouse,
they caught the cheese in they mouth,
cause thats all MCs do when they hear,
is just cheese, they dont know how to stay clear
they try to step to me,
ull know the face of fear,
cause i am a supervillan,
they call me the disciple,
ur rap game skills i will stifle
stunt the growth
cause their too many whack ones
on the excape boat
when on the prowl, and i creep,
if u in sight, prepare to catch my heat,
once its all said and done, ull be ko'ed,
lyin at my feet,
its apocalypse that your facin,
so go to church , say your grace an
remember to pray to killah priest,
for he the savior, and pasture for MCs
eats a peasants meal, of nothing but porridge and peas,
when people see him comin, they tremble in their knees
but thats just what we need,
a new disciple, to take out the trash
of so called rappers, and their style of rap
they claim that they pack,
they better think twice,
when you hear my name,
pull a pi, or else youll feel my pain
the psychology, behind my longevity,
is one deeply routesd in the laws of gravity.
to calculate the speed of my rhymes,
take V final, subtract V initial,
that wound u claim to have inflicted was superficial,
its too late for you,
you already spoke,
now its your throat that i proceed to choke,
not onece did you hear me claim to bust ghats,
nor once did you hear me say that i murdered catz.
all i said from the very start,
was dont mess with me,
cause i got too much damn heart.
my skin is 12 inches thick,
and hard as a brick.
taht promotes me to take a lick,
and still be able to tick.
ill size u up like u had rickets
then the only music u will make,
will sound like that of crickets.
u got my heart pacin,
do you know what your facin,
cause what i just did,
was get my skills calibratin.
and at the samme time,
got my sould hatin,
i caused an abbrasion,
on the left hemisphere,
told you to steer clear,
would have been better,
to drink yourself dead with some Heineken Beer.
ill assemble you piece by piece like the Mir,
so hear,
the words that flow out my mouth
cuz i got tha clout
u doubt?
well u the dubious one.
im now FURIOUS SON
i got discipline,
i keep from sin,
im passive, like oxygen,
but if i feel threatened,
i morph into CO,
a silent killer,
a brain driller,
i enter ur mental matrix,
and program like i was Xatrix,
thats how you were insipired
towards all the hatred, of me
just mad, cause i got u bated
like a worm on a hook,
well i told you to pick up that book
for knowledge is the key
who leads the roads of tomorrow?
only time allows us to see,
until then, take on step at a time,
read, eat, and breathe,
and to these words you must heed.
plant today a seed,
tomorrow you have a tree,
that has yielded many leaves,
the part that sees light,
and leaves the plight,
of status quo,
it makes a dash to the sky,
but is failed because of competition,
and provocation
by the earth,
not to achieve a higher level,
but to fall to the ground at a bevel,
dont ever try to meddle,
with these lines,
u try to handle them, they crawl thru your spine
causin perm paralysis,
and a form of halitosis,
to affect what skills you thought you possessed,
i am the closest,
to reachin the promised land,
for it was in this rap,
that i was freed of my OWN trap,
and it is evident,
thru the travels of V,
that i have knowledge of many galaxies,
and knowledge is the tool i use,
that MCs fear and say i abuse
to get my skills Calibrated.
whooooo, i just typed all that up in about 10 minutes. im tired, let me know what you think.