So this was a little rhyme that I threw over one of T-Free's beats, the original can be found here: http://www.newgrounds.com /audio/listen/202212

i tried to get my flow to stay fast paced but sort of pack a punch. I think I did a decent job.

But the real playa here is T-Free, not only did he make the beat of course but he even mixed the vocals for me which was boss.

Anyway, listen and vote and hopefully enjoy.

Lyrics:

so here we go again, its another rhyme
my head expand, my mind to my spine
expand with time, and to me thats fine
cuz one again, ima show my prime

many different variables, scribbled on paper areable
scary like a pitbull, quiet hysteria on turntables
label this like a fable, able to transcend space and show
heres another clique with a different flow

keep my voice open enough to grow
and know fo sho that we bestow
play with our toys cuz we paranoid
say with the noise that we fill the void

try to fit in with a style destroyed
but when we were kids that all we enjoyed
all we enjoyed was spittin to a boom box
fillin our shoes with mud in our wet socks

try to speak words that make the time stop
try to make music that shakes the bedrock
i dare you to say that rap is dead
i dare you to step where we tread
i dare you to hear the voice in my head
cuz where we walk theres nothin but fog ahead

so say you a witness, take another minute
take another guess, and get outta my business
cuz we doin this just for fun
try to reach the sky with our hand on the sun
not tryina be numba one, just tryna make music
that make your mind run
if you got love for a kid and the rhymes made
just listen to the shit and let the beats break

I stoop with a gun in my belt loop
breathing into cold hands thinkin bout warm soup
think bout my youth, shiverin at the cold truth
shakin at the notion that with each step I lose

what do I gotta prove, when i speak in the booth
when i fuze trance and hip hop, where do i stop
where do I draw the line with my finger on the tigger
and my hand on the glock with the hammer cocked

but i guess that i really doesnt matter
the fact is that any way you pick up chatter
the last day of supper all those fucks got fatter
the latter tortion abortion left the world in tatters

there i was, with a broom in my hand
in the room where i stand, feet sinking into quicksand
sweeping up bones into a pot filled with demands
whispering to god please kill all these demons

the evanescent breakdown
keep my lean, head low, walk along and it stay down
just tryna get a break now
take two right steps with with my left foot through town

feelin sick now, feelin like im gonna vomit up a comet
all my own damn sins with my name branded on it
have i ever wronged a bitch, should this song go along
with the wrong shit?

maybe some day the beast will be calmed
the king will be pawned, to me it just dawned
we speak to beyond, we grieve when despond
we're all too to blind, cant see we been conned

we think he just yawned, the world has become
we wait for response, inside we abscond
we're all little fish in a big pond
havent shed legs to leave our world gone