everything under the sun on foot

stomps trample beneath me, a tramp's cries
comic gamin in some chaplin, games to die
i against i but youthful, early, it's all only lies
cause mother goose girls rhyme in my eyes
gambits' gambles behind, a bet from beyond
lonely ramblers rap through proverbs or psalms
in effect reliving the author's mostly forgotten
and forgiving mood music, swan song moments
hip hop arts, actors parts, scripted relief, brotie
totally misinterpreted mistakes, suspended belief
recoil snake, knock a royal crown off a pawn
climates climax, inhale as i slowly boil my frogs
shouldn't exclaim taxes as money to holy god
could aim at hollywood blind, a china mall like bull
jokers write the same tricks for old dogs, no, bitch
ghost house in store walls, gross domestic product

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I loved this... What was weird was I was like the rhyme scheme needs to hit harder and that comes with practice but then when I was reading/saying it I did pick up easily on the flow. You have a gift - I hope to see you here more cause if that's the beginning you probably will be an amazing writer. Keep it up!

dude your sig is awesome

and yo thanks man, i'm trying to stay active on boards since i was on rapreviews, sohh, and mic club and b-boys too back in the old days.

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one percent of my soul is a callous polar bear kodiak
on jesus don't hold me back, chalice quarterback throwback
you shouldn't talk like that, julius caesar, no salads
i know and now i want it back, everything sold from my ballads
one percent is on your income tax, but that's that malice
percentage that the management can split it in half, no math
for one percent of the time my flow retracts space, chaos
i'm not holding back anymore, my bow spits ratchet arrows
my boy gets the racks and my bro hits you rats, like a pyro
stir the pot up in syracuse you know it's all facts, random
when i roll up on that scary juice, drop all your plans
i got you that oscar boy, your life's in a can with macros
i throw on some pants and grow plants on my planet microphone
sticking, but if you show up short like a shack and a mansion
i'm a blow up photographs with my selfie stick cannon extention
i ain't a real star, but i put your heart on nebulas respiration
one percent of your lungs, i tear up like cilia in the basement
bronchial, firing off topics like objects on visual statements
i want one percent of your nucleus, every molecular is caligula
one percent of in particular, i rep it irregular with ridiculous
southpaw to goofy boys, i rock skateboards etcetera etcetera
caligula, calculus, i drop the green on peligulas with pelicans
in and out, i'm on and off, through detriment centrifuge interviews
separate the vehicular homicide to homile massacre, in personal