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Gibbo1065

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These are lyrics to a verse

My flow is irrelevant
Verbal control for the hell of it
God my rhymes make me sick
Cause my words are dead
They O.D. on lies that fed
On natures calling
I am falling
In to white rapids of the appalling
I scream for the touches of hands belonging
To satans only missing calling
My eyes grow tired for her
 
Well, if you've written from the heart and you admit that your rhymes make you sick, then you might just find others agreeing and being pretty savage.
Truth be told though, I was being lighthearted. It's pretty difficult to critique lyrics without music.
By the way, your opening post doesn't tell or ask anyone anything.
 
These are lyrics to a verse

My flow is irrelevant
Verbal control for the hell of it
God my rhymes make me sick
Cause my words are dead
They O.D. on lies that fed
On natures calling
I am falling
In to white rapids of the appalling
I scream for the touches of hands belonging
To satans only missing calling
My eyes grow tired for her

That's nice. So what you do want from us? Approval? Detrimental comments? Follow-up freestyles? :D
 
Your flow's so sick? Man call me West Nile
Cuz i make dudes like you over heat wit denial
You say your flows the shit? bet i can top that pile
cuz im izzy baby.. i stay so clean like my file?

haha, no one else did so i went in xD lol. Its hard to know what kind of flow is happening with out a beat, but yeah you got anything recorded? would love to hear somethin
 
Rhymes so sick they call all of my shit the bird flu
didnt think a verse could make me puke untill I heard you
your rhymes sicken me, wearin suits made in italy,
silk lining hand stitched by a taylor
made for fittin me---sincerely---
accept responsibility, your lyrically unacceptable
seriously drop the mic, to emcees you be edible
your intilectual lack of progress has your words overdosed
they dead in a casket and now your only hopes a ghost
my flow is dope but I hate to say that Im ballin
remove the gun from my pants and the wad of cash when natures callin
hangin at the club flowin like the white rapids
come to fuck my night up no idea what might happen
the hands belongin to the fans all wantin a touch
Im the fuck up out the buildin and im poppin the clutch

awww yea call me no-flow the type text wall artist
 
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