rap this, biznatch.
i've got beats coming out through my arms,
i've got the whole world scratched my fingertips.
you're engrossed, you're grossed out by my charms
but you can't turn away from these mind flips.
charbroiled your eyes on low, or was it high?
whatever, doesn't matter, you're still too cold.
but seize and desist this; no matter, i try.
try to bring you under my wings, back into the fold.
hermaphadite blues, you choose the left path,
you opened your eyes and alas, saw you were blind.
so put pen to paper, set your mind on plath,
hang out with black-clad creatures of your kind.
freestyle these beats, grip music notes in those fat fists,
i'd like to see your confusion upon hearing real lyricists.
- Seanna
i'm not actually looking to perfect this... or am i?! surprised ahahahaha. i just basically wanted to see if i could write a "rap"-sonnet thing. and it appears that i did!
this is poking fun at people who are all "serious" and "dark" telling them that hey, hip hop/rap requires skill! and they'd balk at the thought of how good hieroglyphics is compared to billy talent. 3nodding
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