Rhyme – Page 19

I came in the

I came in the door, I said it before I never let the mic magnetize me no more. But it’s biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme, I can’t hold it back…I’m looking for the line. Taking off my coat, clearing my throat, My rhyme will be kicking until I hit my last note. … Read more

Take 7 emcees put

Take 7 emcees put em in a line And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme It’ll take 7 more before I go for mine And that’s 21 emcees ate up at the same time. Rakim

I start to think,

I start to think, and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I’m writing, I’m trapped in between the lines I escape when I finish the rhyme. Rakim

I can remember being

I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less that we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal. If you don’t find a way to break the chain and change in some way, then … Read more

Call me the rap

Call me the rap assassinator / rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger Raekwon

I think a lot

I think a lot of people can learn from listening to hip hop. It ain’t always about beats and rhymes. Raekwon

Natural, hell! What was

Natural, hell! What was it Chaucer Said once about the long toil that goes like blood to the poems making? Leave it to nature and the verse sprawls, Limp as bindweed, if it break at all Life’s iron crust Man, you must sweat And rhyme your guts taut, if you’d build Your verse a ladder.
R. S. Thomas

I just want to

I just want to thank Wayne for even mentioning me. I’ve been following his career since he started, just watching him evolve. He was always clever with the rhymes. My own quest was always to get my music out to everybody in the world and working with Wayne is truly a way to get it out there.
Aaron Dontez Yates

Terence, this is stupid

Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well the horned head: We poor lads, ’tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship ’tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time. Moping, melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
A. E. Housman