In the moment

[Zariah]

An In-the-Moment-freestyle

 

 

I’m feelin’ the flow

And ready to go

 

Check it:

 

Inspired by Slug,

Atmosphere at the club

It’s quite plain to see,

How it’s affectin' me

P.O.S. and Grey Skull,

Spat verse wicked, never dull

 

To make it or break it,

Just show me a sign

Experience the rhythm,

Discover new rhyme

It’s true that freestylin’,

Can open the mind,

Taking over the senses,

Taking you to new dimensions,

Expressing new meaning,

At night when you’re dreaming:

 

Of how Hip-Hop marks the soul.

[drummondo]

Hip-hop is a curse, each verse you make

From the first, to the next, is a worse mistake,

A circular hex, waiting for the perfect take,

Waiting years and days, it doesn't work that way,

Like a poker, it brands your soul and mind,

Marks each line you write with a rollin' rhyme,

Bowling blind, pin the blame on older times -

You say your soul is marked; well there's a hole in mine.

 

Hip-hop is a hustler, it draws you down,

Into the depths of rap, until you hit the ground;

You think you're doin' okay until you're upside down,

The floor's a crown, and you're the one that's causin' frowns,

Forcin' nouns to rhyme in a torsion sound,

Twisting malliable syllables to roar, somehow,

But there's more than now, the present's for the poorer crowd,

And I'm sure of how to make you seem the smaller now.

[HappyBuddha]

Zariah - I went and saw Sage Francis last night in Atlanta, your poem pretty much sums up my experience Very, very enjoyable, and the openers were suprisingly out-of-this-world (the Sol illaquists and Jared Paul) too; the fact that I, the only high school kid there, was out-dancing a goodly majority of the college folks was only the icing on the cake