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Prince Rai
12-24-2008, 02:35 PM
Lyric and Prince Rai


Commercial MCís graciously rewarded,
Magnificent word play lost in the static so easily distorted.
What is real hip-hop is now called underground.
Warriors with sharp swords like mole people can be found seven layers underground.
Main stream sent over blind, deaf, and dumbís broadcast.
Even flames sent from the heavens burn out quick and the heat doesnít last.
Nine generals walk the earth but under them sleeps an army.
Waiting for the fad to end so they can arise quick but calmly,
People from the surface ask if itís an occult they have.
One general quick to respond no they are all with families and donít call us dad.
Beneath the surface everyone knows of the walking dead.
How each sword doubles as a shovel, we are warriors second and gravediggas first instead.
But some victims so far gone, no eyes, no ears and no tongues.
No mind to save so they are terminal, drop the head and the body will follow.
Like barn animals the people of the surface love to wallow.
The time will come not in mine but maybe that of my seeds.
The Golden age after the dark where mainstream once again belongs to the real MCís

The golden dawn of real MC's draws closer
as the sword draws itself slicing against the air in all corners,
Section 9 warriors march through this underdeveloped area,
our sting so viscious it kills like maleria,
Poor righteous teachers are never confined to the smaller masses
but the multitude of worlds that keep disappearing into thin air,
the monumentals of my mind floats on top of water
unlike the might of Atlantis trapped under water,
word play like Picasso,
my brain hot like lava, watch the steam shoot out of my ears,
i stand upright and exact, and drum my chest like bears,
i never shy of challenges, cos' i guarantee my own win against any challengers,
well versed and educated, i keep you ill-informed and over-medicated,
hit your head with my right fist sized like a boulder,
and carve you skull into my only ink pen holder,
Lyric and Prince Rai, briefly terrorising this sector.


Peace

THE MASON
12-24-2008, 02:50 PM
S9 and the Terracotta Army strikes again

Lyric is on the real, and he matching verses with Rai, shit that aint easy ive tried lol

Peace both, keep rockin on till the break of dawn lol

Prince Rai
12-24-2008, 02:58 PM
lol peace bronze, much appreciated!!

btw that sig is sick!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lyric
12-24-2008, 06:34 PM
Shits hot son!!!Lovin da way it came out!Yeah dats y da realest eat sulfur so we can spit fire!

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-24-2008, 10:10 PM
Nice Going Lyric Ur Nasty Son

H.Notik
12-24-2008, 10:50 PM
feeling both steezes on here...fresh rhymes all the way through forreal. feeling the last 2 lines in lyrics verse, that some true talk right there. props yall...

Lyric
12-25-2008, 01:53 PM
Peace, Sheepish Lord and H.Notik appreciate da feed back.Ha saw u put one of my lines in that sick ass rhyme.Very creative B

White N Dangerous
12-25-2008, 06:10 PM
Lyric and Prince Rai


Commercial MCís graciously rewarded,
Magnificent word play lost in the static so easily distorted.
What is real hip-hop is now called underground.
Warriors with sharp swords like mole people can be found seven layers underground.
Main stream sent over blind, deaf, and dumbís broadcast.
Even flames sent from the heavens burn out quick and the heat doesnít last.
Nine generals walk the earth but under them sleeps an army.
Waiting for the fad to end so they can arise quick but calmly,
People from the surface ask if itís an occult they have.
One general quick to respond no they are all with families and donít call us dad.
Beneath the surface everyone knows of the walking dead.
How each sword doubles as a shovel, we are warriors second and gravediggas first instead.
But some victims so far gone, no eyes, no ears and no tongues.
No mind to save so they are terminal, drop the head and the body will follow.
Like barn animals the people of the surface love to wallow.
The time will come not in mine but maybe that of my seeds.
The Golden age after the dark where mainstream once again belongs to the real MCís

The golden dawn of real MC's draws closer
as the sword draws itself slicing against the air in all corners,
Section 9 warriors march through this underdeveloped area,
our sting so viscious it kills like maleria,
Poor righteous teachers are never confined to the smaller masses
but the multitude of worlds that keep disappearing into thin air,
the monumentals of my mind floats on top of water
unlike the might of Atlantis trapped under water,
word play like Picasso,
my brain hot like lava, watch the steam shoot out of my ears,
i stand upright and exact, and drum my chest like bears,
i never shy of challenges, cos' i guarantee my own win against any challengers,
well versed and educated, i keep you ill-informed and over-medicated,
hit your head with my right fist sized like a boulder,
and carve you skull into my only ink pen holder,
Lyric and Prince Rai, briefly terrorising this sector.


Peace



not BaD ..Lyric .. im feelin' ur style, but one thing that I THINK u could work on getting better at is the length of your lines, i was reading your verse and it seemed like a couple of the lines were stretched and i coun't really get a good rhyme flow goin' reading it, other then that everything looks decent, always room for improvment tho, stay up keep blessin'

Nice Prince Rai, feeling it, i liked everything about your verse, nothing really wrong with your verse that i have 2 point out. of course always room for developing ya gift of gab so i look foward to it.


stand upright and exact, and drum my chest like bears,
i never shy of challenges, cos' i guarantee my own win against any challengers

^^^ this line stood out the most to me even tho it LOOKS like the last line is stretched it accutally rhymes nicely, good read FROM BOTH OF YOU

keep it up stay up keep blessin