Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd August 2016 2:19am
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... the time has come. Return of the Rap Battle
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no worries, like I say: point of order no major panic. I left a short ryhme above somewhere so I can be bashed, ain't got a problem with that. if you could see your way to take the s off dickhead's then you'd be talking about me and not all the mods collectively
anyhow, enough chit-chit
please continue
anyhow, enough chit-chit
please continue
Easy come easy go
What is a child's mind do we even know?
Break the seals on memory lane let it flow
It comes in flashes, pain whipped and lashes
But in your eyes it's child play but a tragedy to the masses crying eyes tears and blistered asses
Rules lifted inside emotion twisted, all forgotton by apology rotten from my outside mind's psychology
come deep just to leap to new heights and experience internal fights followed by lightless flights released snipped kites to come to the show for new sights and expensive delights
the simple things come so easily when you dream it comes to seem that you come to see that it had to be this way for you to be where you are at today, this life was simply child's play
What is a child's mind do we even know?
Break the seals on memory lane let it flow
It comes in flashes, pain whipped and lashes
But in your eyes it's child play but a tragedy to the masses crying eyes tears and blistered asses
Rules lifted inside emotion twisted, all forgotton by apology rotten from my outside mind's psychology
come deep just to leap to new heights and experience internal fights followed by lightless flights released snipped kites to come to the show for new sights and expensive delights
the simple things come so easily when you dream it comes to seem that you come to see that it had to be this way for you to be where you are at today, this life was simply child's play
I'm always slipping constantly mumbling like a CD skipping but honestly I don't know if I'm on to something what I written doesn't matter, because I'm ripping it up and I throw It in the trash , and I know it's bad no need to bash me for something I thought i was creative but no you don't understand it's quite native so why don't you just give up you don't have to live to the band wagon I can see you behind it dragging the only thing I do is spit fire I'm a fucking dragon
