Oh, and btw
 

librasoul = a woman...might wanna update your material

and about this time, you hear the drummer in the backgroud go "badum bum CHHH"

get 'em, girl! this whole thing is really impressive, though.....

Didn't mean to imply anything about anyone, just a general statement.

Why did you drop out of the rhyming, Optimist? :(

Librasoul's just a name w/out a picture,
another ghost that's a greekchat fixture
Bro2B, well he sort of nixed her
but i'll finish it off with a hip-hop elixer
And so we shall let it be
that some of us flow gracefully
and others deal in banality
but it's ok, realistically
not all of us do it skillfully
and now i'll drop the crutch of the long e
because you know i'm trained classically
in literature of the last century
none of y'all have a chance with me
your gambit and your rhyme scheme
doesn't live up to your hollow dreams
just keep on slamming those keys
you have the ways but not the means
but i'll throw it down like hakeem
in the dunk contest in '93
or score like gretzky for the kings
or slam like the babe in front of louie g
who died of his own disease
that's the last sports drop-in, honestly
time for bed now, no worrries
it's marathon monday in the morning
time for new england to get fucked up
on a monday, just fill the cup
no bottles allowed, everyone knows
that you're ok with the red solo

what

Yay, KSig RC is back
 

*whispering* (your rhyme was pretty nice)

KSig trying to give lessons on rhyme constuction
But then here I come with weapons of mass instruction
Who you gonna listen to, him or me?
When librasoul never leaned on the crutch of the long e?
Forget HTML, I'll write my lyrics in hieroglyphics
Then the mods can't ban me cause they'll never know it's explicit
And I'll trap Bro2b and KSig together in one rhyme
And laugh as they try to escape the confines
And laugh as they get blasted like Columbine
And laugh as they realize the title is still mine

KSig RC at least offers some intellect
So mind you, mister man, librasoul means no disrespect
But my versatility expands beyond your perception
Been creating new dimensions ever since my conception

Bro2b and KSig, it would take the illest collaboration,
for me to even take entertaining you into consideration
unfortunately the two of you just don't seem to measure up
Y'all should log in to Weak Chat maybe then you'll have better luck

Okay?

i'm laughing. . .(pause)
talk is cheap
because some people just rhyme
without even having a beat

that's the kind of flow i have in my stash
like a McDonalds register short on cash
i'm misguided and feeling abused
like a lunatic on a short fuse

it's pragmatic and elite sort of like i'm part of the best
like an excommunicated priest with no one to bless
i'm falsely accused in the spirit of things
i'm the angel that didn't get wings
i'm the lyrical poet committing assassinations
raising my kids in a cursed nation

i'm laughing. . .(pause)
because i know talk is cheap
because i rhyme on internet
and no one can hear the beat

that's the kind of flow that i possess
hidden in waters like the scottish loch ness
i'm ill represented and underage by far
i can drink alcohol but i still can't rent a car

it's elite and pragmatic sort of like my beat
i'm not a drug lord but i'm packing heat
i'm the demon-ridden angel with no place to call home
i'm the crowd leader so i stand alone
i'm the lyrical poet committing homicides
i'm the designated driver whose too drunk to drive



edited to add: wha? What???

Well, Libra it's all in good fun and I'll give you some props but I'll do a "keystyle" where I show off my multi's -> in case anybody doesn't know, multi's are multiple rhymes in a line.

Check it out - next post.

Bring it ;)

I can do that too...

Bro2B strikes fast killin ya slow i'm breakin off somethin proper
Girl I'd flick you off but I'm pretty sure you'd take the offer
I'd turn you out but more than likely I'll verbally take ya
Leavin you off beat, I got the gall to install a pacemaka
If we battled don't blame me for winnin hands-down in God's name
F' games, cuz ya verses reflect ya attitude, the way you always come-plain (complain)
Like bad tennis players ya can't serve me so it's all your fault
I save my verse in Libra's Documents, meaning, I file an assault

Switch styles.

My lyrics used as an abuse of power, you comin through showin who's the true coward
Girl disobeyed my wishes, her slayin' in front of these witnesses
My skills is a truth-hidden, after this battle it's a proof of wisdom
Despite your guidance, you beating me is against the fundamental applied science

:eek:

Witnesses to mayem, chaos and violence
Hotter than preachers in big circus tents
looking around for my enemy and rivial
step into O-Prime's Old-Time revivial
I refuse to lose to your crews or your packs
When I come all in fun, you look dumb, watch your backs
I won't always be here to look out for my peeps
so be warned what I tell you watch out for the creeps
Those that would poision my people can't live
but if you're my people much love I will give
But to those who are neutral and sit on the fence
One word of advice: go get some defence

I thought that I feel in love on a very magic night
When everyone that I loved had a very nasty fight
You were there for me and I held you in my arms
Some how we both felt safe, from the world and its harms
Of all the places I've been and all the things I've seen
I've never seen nothing expect for in a magazine
we fell asleep together and when I woke up from the nap
I turned on your CD so I could hear Ice Cube rap
West Side, East Side, all around the town
We're gonna make a little magic when the sun starts going down
I wax the didatic and me and mammy o'rourke
are gonna trip the light fantastic on the sidewalks of new york
I'll sing you a love song for the love that should have been
I'll sing about the sickness that took the sweet life of a friend
I'll sing about American just like Mr. Huges before
I'll sing about the Victors and the Soilders of My War
Nevermind the bollocks because my thoughts are here to stay
Nevermind the buzzcock because I can't come out to play
Nevermind what's normal or what others lable strange
Nevermind the discord, nothing's out of my range
I'll travel the world and tell you all I see
I'll travel to your homeland if you will wait there for me
I'll walk around the country and when I feel the devil's fork
We'll take a walk together on the sidewalks of New York
I'll travel every road and on the streets where you live
I'll give you all that I can, but there's nothing left to give
Nevermind the madness that is spewing from my mouth
I'll take a shower in New Jersey, I got dirty in the south
Maybe I'll play the love game and maybe this time I'll win
If not I'll just lurk late and inspire Gwyndelion
If I was the savior, then could I eat beef or pork?
I preach the balance of salvation on the sidewalks of New York

Bro2b,

In my universe you inhale a verse and you exhale a rhyme,
And if you breathe rhymically you'll disperse something divine,
When I sleep I snore metaphors, when I eat I vomit lyrics,
When I died you read my rhyme and you conjured up my spirit.
They invented the exponent to make my IQ more precise
I prevented my last opponent from thinking once, much less twice


Me and my fellow GCers are underwhelmed at what we're reading
Maybe you should just stick to what you do best - cheerleading
My flow was so hot, last night it shut GC down,
Your skills are like my aftermath: 404, they're not found

Next.

librasoul, there is a grammy in your future. :)

If you honestly think that would win at a battle, you are sadly mistaken.

And a lot of your stuff is played/bitten - like the 404 line, I have heard that so many times. Keep droppin' that knowledge...