Ohh is this a freestyle? Time to jump in
Felix Dennis on how to get rich,
Work hard, do what you love, and don't be someone's btch
I'm about to go grab a sample
Ideas from my head voiced to breath with adam's apple
No deception from that one tree, no greed, no weed
Just a well planted seed sprouts; no longer 'woe is me'
So I'm about to go put in work
While most think they are the pig from Babe - but get turned into pork
Time to sort out the good from the bad
Bro you mad? Always blaming the fat cat /(slash) cad
Working on over at that wall street
Well this wall speaks; but I'll tweet; still I'll bust that shit down in one week
If I really wanted to go, but I don't need that dough; I just wanted to flow
Just to let all y'all know
It's not who you've been but all about now and what you know.
Taking you to another level
All of yous is rough but I'm about to get the bevel
I'm the devil with rhymes, with freestyles,
Whole point is you don't need money to smile
Like jesus said grounded-hidden-treasure
riches beyond man-can-measure
but I'm not a religious fanatic; just a seeker of the truth; and maybe somewhat spastic
now but who gives a hoot
I'm just playing this game and collecting all the loot
With your hand on the trigger you just needed to point and shoot.
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In case anyone is wondering that didn't all come totally off the dome instantly. I do a reflective type of freestyling/poetry where I need a few seconds to minutes to formulate a single verse. Sometimes it flows like low surface tension water and I'll just text dump in real typing time and sometimes I'll be running off to google for a few minutes trying to make sense of what thought just entered my mind.
I went into freestyling as a hobby for a deeper reason though - trying to surface what automatically comes to my mind before I have a chance to evaluate it. This was sort of like Tynan's meditation thing where he had to say the very first thing that popped in his head back when he posted about it (forgot which one). By forcing thoughts at high pressure through the sieve of consciousness we can try to pull out what's deeper in and bring it to conscious light.
edit2: some are recycled rhymes from earlier mental run thrus like that Babe --> turned into pork line (aka prewrittens). The last gun line was a backwards homage to mainstream rap which started with the venting of gangland violence.
