Some Multies

[CriptoniZer]

Its Perhaps...the Foundation-or-Ground... Sounds-shakin-the-Mounds,.. of Dirt When Earth's Stake-is-in-Bound... Proud of Hatred-and-Clowned, for Satanist-Work... Breakin-the-Earth, Devoid of All fluid that's Makin-it-Work... Slated-in-Dirt, Patience-is-Found... For Some the Fakeness-can-Shroud, Around The Moon and the Most of Vacant-of-Towns... I'm Flagrant-with-Doubt, Fallin Upon Deaf Ears when Precision-is-urged... it's Handicapped,For Even Blind People the Vision-is-Blurred... The Missin-Concern, For this Pistol-or-Knife... Fuck Weapons, Im Fistin-the-Eyes, Anytime I'm Fitted-to-Fight... My Face Blistered-and-Styed, I Look to the Picture-inside... and Wish i Had Insular's Eyes... Or Talib Kweli's Wisdom, to Further-the-Force... I Feel it's Right, to Nurture-the-Torch, of ya Life then Murder-the-Corpse... The Server-is-Poor, And the Burden-is-Formed... As A Murderous Chore, Tasked upon Hell's Hands with the Turn-of-the-Fork... Seldom-Pitched-in, is the Heaven in Hells-Kitchen... And An Earthquake isnt Felt until the Shelve's-Shifted... the Sun It selve's Conflicted, As Ice is Heated and the melt-Quickens... I Felt-Friction, upon Myself, until I Dealt-Disses... Between Welfare and Wealth's-Riches, I Feature-the-Sickest... in Health Magazines, As only Female Mc to Destroy Adub's Meter-of-Siccness... To Seizure-Addiction, the First Step To Dealin-with-Death... i Need You to Fill in the Rest, When the Fake Are only Stealin-the-Best... Concealin-the-Treach, is the Answer-and-form... Of life, Celestial body Where the Homosapien Cancer-is-Born... the Bullet Re-entered the barrel where Brandon-was-Torn... and Panic-is-Formed, But The Mannechans-Warmth, is only Felt by the Bannished-and-Mourned... the Hand-isnt-Warned, by Wrist Slaps-and-Kicks... The Masochist, Loves Perhaps-the-Risk, or Slack Passed-on-His... the Release-and-Capture...

Of A Seasoned-Actor, Has been seen at Ms as a Deceiving-Factor... As Life Liquid's Poured-in-the-Tube, of Chloroform-Juice... I Envision Horrid-Abuse, As Test Beacons are the Poorest-Excuse... Of Exploring-the-Youth, Or Exploiting-the-Use... Of Annoyance-and-Truth, And you seem unnoticed until Death is Pointing-at-you... Adjoining-is-Two, Hips and Setted on... the Pedistal to Vent-a-Song, We Need Chopes Ties At the Pentagon... As the Storm-enlargens... The Poor-is-Bargained, With Saucy Soups and a Warm-Apartment... As rich People Are Sortin-Garbage, And Level Store-Departments... I Ignore-the-Hearted, For Efforts Are Morgued-in-Arson...

peace

[The Gonz]

Ah, here's what I was looking for, not your dusty battle raps. Had some nice rhyme schemes going here. The format could be changed to one that is easier to read like

blah blah/
blah blahblah/
blah blahblahblah/
blah blah/

etc.

Just easier for folks to pick up the flow. I had no problem finding it, but its kind of an eye sore to skim through all of that with no breaks or seperations. The flow was good though, didn't notice too many kinks. Had some nice concepts and imagery. Multies were of course on point. Pretty nice display here. Keep at it.

[Phasewon]

Nice shit, I agree with Ruckus that the format could
Have been typed up differently to make it easier to
Read and follow the flow, but overall some nice multies
and schemes, the punches were lacking a bit, but throwing
rhymes out there in a rapid pace made up for it, good shit.