It's called text

[Acey]

Blank, a start made from scratch words toggled to end up,
near a standard a community of strangers had set up..
The pressure is on, i select & backspace, hardly even begon..
I got to match, surprass, him, you, roughly anyone..
My fingers move briskly over the keys a routine sound's left..
i write OM's but it'll keep nagging like rev's in a slips match..
I'm obsessed;
it's 4 AM internet, decide i must draft text..
has it been to long, i'll adapt..anything not to get laughed at..
High hopes do get set, by those left behind in portent..
i call this kid a herb, he laughs..
seems rb's caught on a whole other word trend..
why do i care, it's sad i'm on here right? nevertheless, i do..
a someone, a persona, a name.. a arching style that i grew..
When i sign off, it's all gone, nothing, no one to boast to..
so i sign back on again, 'cause no one gets me, besides you.
Told to get complex, i did, then voiced i'd to simple my shit..
damn, took me near threethousand posts to get past it,
but i kept carving my rhymes,
in my rock solid mentality so i'd never be taking for granite..
Schemes crooked, styles pass by & names die out..
but i only clicked away, i never did sign out..
i return, always it's damn near neurosis, i'm ever ardent..
I'm foiled.. i flipped, but it's the same old content..

Closed curtains, light disents from screen, my sights dim..
winamp in the background, laid down, notepad's running..
i yawn, yet i'm abrupt to jump up & nearly trip,
on my high tops i just threw off, i fumble my keys,
It did sound good, now i dont like how it feels..
takes a pen & writes a few lines on a smudgy envelope,
i've got to correlate..... or all of my hopes have lost..
reach and clutch my glass, hastily taking short zips..
drops slip through the glass & my parched lips,
ruining bits of the lines i just wrote, whipe my mouth,
..with my sleeve & persist to get this finished..
'cause i have to achieve the greatest honor, high up there..
alongside divinity & respected, they'll remain thru all years..
So i turn the damn thing off, dream.. & i think 'bout it..
if im so sure i'll make it, why do my dreams doubt it..
Ideas sprouted from those that have ended their wanders..
my minds to crammed to get of the one track im fond of..
I'll ponder..as i fluff my pillow & lay my head down to rest..
& know i'm another, but yet and still im just a head..
yet is this all worth it my priorities are coverd in disarry..
that new shirt, or the monthly 32,95 as always..
It's so errant, a face shaped with words, is what i chose spent..
the big half of my bankroll on, but i dont work with that intend..
so disarranged, i can't put my thoughts apart..
man thinks stinks! it's 3 in the afternoon for godsake,
i have to be somewhere later & still haven't washed up..
rushed off, grabbed my coat & minded the doors not locked..
so i fondled my pockets for the keys,
then solved i left them inside with the door shut..

my sister brought by a spare key, so i'm in..we'll go ten..
takes up the routine again and let words from my hands,
leave timezones scattered, 'cause wherever i'll stand,
off, to those that'll try & attempt to crush my hopes..
and with the utter intend to try & torment,
all those who've placed reality over a text tournament..
I'm always in time & take the time on my rhymes..
to get noticed and hopefully get quoted a line..
It's this story i'll share with thousands sharing my passion..
who are like my lines,
by the mods... all lined up in orderly fashion..
most not make it, but more'll come & try for the same..
to become a someone, a persona...a name..
and aren't we insane, maybe a kink in the brain..
'cause we're all wiring our words to obtain some great fame..
So i'll lay out my problems & try to go by them one by one..
then i finally find the answer.... & get told,
it's already been done, how this all has begon,
I can't even tell, it's like that validation email,
came packed with a spell, that infected some cells,
that took over all, but this heart that is felt, a bug it sure is..
but didn't just squash it like that, & it's still in affect..
to embrace it seems best, so i applaud those,
that openend their arms to it like they where ready to clap..
as it will end, & think to myself i shouldn't take text,
so seriously and i haven't... it just that revived has..


i'll get the links up in a second.

[Daz]

i love the start of this.. it just jumps right in.

Blank, a start made from scratch words toggled to end up,
near a standard a community of strangers had set up..
The pressure is on, i select & backspace, hardly even begon..
I got to match, surprass, him, you, roughly anyone..
My fingers move briskly over the keys a routine sound's left..
i write OM's but it'll keep nagging like rev's in a slips match..

then throughout the peice you really displayed the life of a text geek to the fullest. or a textcee. i really couldnt find anything out of place even though this peice is so damn long that by the time i got to the end i mighta forgot the beginning flaws. but on serious note. this was excellent work.

Legends Nod.

[Acey]

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=219646
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...55#post2912055

thanks.

[Expo.]

i really never know what to say about stuff like this, but i got you.. there's a lot of shit that stood out to me, cause you had a lot of good content. the diction was nice as hell.. and this was a good topic. everything tied in pretty well. so, like i said.. the stand out lines, there was plenty, i'm just show you the line i liked the most out of everything..


has it been to long, i'll adapt..anything not to get laughed at..

^that line was fire.. honestly, that's hella flames.

good drop ace.. 1.

[sILLable]

very dope man...im impressed....i enjoyed reading this..aside from tha fact it was so long.....complexity....very descriptive imagery.....vocab and wordplay...really did capture the essence of a textcee...you didnt hold back and you came dope...thats ill...all ina ll very dope piece...keep droppin tha hottness...your on your way to becomin a legend..~1~

could you reply to the lniks in my sig..or atleast tha dark green woods and the tha beast above links...id appreciate it.~1`

[E Tha Real]

it's 4 AM internet, decide i must draft text..
has it been to long, i'll adapt..anything not to get laughed at..
^very nice
Closed curtains, light disents from screen, my sights dim..
winamp in the background, laid down, notepad's running..
i yawn, yet i'm abrupt to jump up & nearly trip,
on my high tops i just threw off, i fumble my keys,
It did sound good, now i dont like how it feels..
^very vivid,

this had a lot of realism in it. but was very long could've been
shorter I grew tiresome reading so much more then normal. but it
gave a unique perspective on what most 'textcee' do and had
a solid writers voice through-out which made up for the
simplicity in the rhyme scheme, anyways good work keep it up..

1-2

[David Lama]

haha this was funny man, Im sure every textcee has gone through something like this at one time or anything, maybe not as exaggerated as it is here, but hahaha, this shit was straight comedy, kept me interested throughout and you use imagery well to paint the picture of what it is to be a text head that pretty much has no life and is into this ish way too much hahaha, some of it is sad, this shit had me reflecting haha, alot of quotables, this was a dope piece overall, very refreshing, really nothing bad to say about it, I straight up liked it. good job there buddy

[McSin]

Flow 6/10
multis 2/10
consistency 9/10
Metaphors: 7/10
Complexity: 7/10
Wordplay: 8/10

great drop man i liked that a lot.

[Acey]

word, thanks.. up

[Marvman]

this piece really captured the qualities of an average obsessive textcee. rhyme scheme ok. i like the imagery of the texcee while in his texting state.

has it been to long, i'll adapt..anything not to get laughed at..

nice line, d0pe as hell

takes up the routine again and let words from my hands,
leave timezones scattered, 'cause wherever i'll stand,

i like that..very nice.


High hopes do get set, by those left behind in portent..
i call this kid a herb, he laughs..
seems rb's caught on a whole other word trend..


definitely portrayed the text nerd as anyone else would have... took time reading it, if i missed anything out, it's in there somwhere.

HoF.

pz.

[Acey]

5:49 AM off to bed..
hoping to see some feed in the morning.
word.

[:.Apollo.:]

nice drop...

[Jacent.]

my sister brought by a spare key, so i'm in..we'll go ten..
takes up the routine again and let words from my hands,
leave timezones scattered, 'cause wherever i'll stand,
off, to those that'll try & attempt to crush my hopes..
and with the utter intend to try & torment,
all those who've placed reality over a text tournament..
I'm always in time & take the time on my rhymes..
to get noticed and hopefully get quoted a line..


^i really felt that part, i've somewhat experienced that but not that bad, but yea, this shit was really interesting, by far the best i've read from u D in a long ass time, its really good to see you back man, i look forward to more pieces from u big DAIO

[Acey]

bleh @ daio hoebag..
up i suppose

[Lingwistik]

lol, nice drop man, i watched this as you wrote it, it came together real dope, it started off strong, and the imagery became stronger, and then the end was dope as hell. The story was told well too, and now that i look at it, it would kinda suck to be that obsessive, but then againb you get better. But yah, flow was on point, the emotion was there, the imagery was great, hmmm, not amny flaws, not many at all, pretty much none from what i saw, this is legends material

Peace