Deep In My Cellar
 

I seize eyes from the tiger, take lies from the liar
set their ice in the fire..fan that, advice from the wiser
of men...of mice time is of the dire, the likes of a tire
formed to a bike and it's rider, roll the dice you acquire
once I add the clock, and the other device to the wires
it's on you...give your wine to the diner
outsource, when you understand the lines of the finer...
evils, you might find out that time is the buyer
I am the seller, the keeper of the message
you should either go to sleep with depressants
or understand the weaker is in my presence
the sweetest of essence...waiting
and I, keep them buried deep in my collection
playing with them til' I deem my impressions
are you ready? or even seasoned to perfection?
I doubt it, branch out then weed out connections...
rooted deep in your mind, leave out direction...
I snap them out from what they were buried in
draw out everything that they carried in
voodoo spells...raise everything where the cemetary ends
farfetched, funny because they still ain't made any sense
youthful in their actions, reckless, alive in my absence
would probably die in contraction
if I never supplied them an attic
spewing hope...the lies of an addict
I let them whine though...they strive from the passion

and I, keep them buried deep in my collection
playing with them til' I deem my impressions
are you ready? or even seasoned to perfection?
I doubt it, branch out then weed out connections...
rooted deep in your mind, leave out directions

this was dope, had some stand out lines. beginning got sort of monotonous for the first 5 or 6 lines then picked right up. dig your style man, above was my favorite. peace

I am the seller, the keeper of the message
you should either go to sleep with depressants
or understand the weaker is in my presence

these bars def jumped out at me.
real good piece.
never lost the flow.

Thanx breh

doggerel, tbh.

Like all things it depends on taste



unless you sniffle too much

delete your post and take another day to craft a comeback, again. make it better this time.

I am the seller, the keeper of the message
you should either go to sleep with depressants
or understand the weaker is in my presence
the sweetest of essence...waiting
and I, keep them buried deep in my collection
playing with them til' I deem my impressions
are you ready? or even seasoned to perfection?
I doubt it, branch out then weed out connections...
rooted deep in your mind, leave out direction...

this was like, the peak of all sections. or something. it was super fresh and the cohesion like the way the rhymes like matched up perfectly - ooooooOOOOooooh, let's tessellate (not me and you, i'm paraphrasing) - really made me sit and contemplate life. a bit. got dem feels, tbh. i prefer the colder climate, got that Inuit bloodline/reading your verse with ennui. laughing. world kinda quiet, tho. not laughing.

You can't bump a piece when you already said something


to think I'm infatuated with you is cute
.
.but seen before

godam that first line was so fucking simple but jesus did that shit pack a fucking impact lol dope shit man you definitely start this off on the right foot. dope fucking flow to tbh...thse types of pieces are cool...feel like they are useless tho lol..not pointing to your piece just felt like sharing that. def digging the swag and dam near perfect flow this had...keep posting man

this was hot fire sauce dopeness

Very good piece of work, you flowed well.

"once I add the clock, and the other device to the wires
it's on you...give your wine to the diner
outsource, when you understand the lines of the finer...
evils, you might find out that time is the buyer

playing with them til' I deem my impressions
are you ready? or even seasoned to perfection?
I doubt it, branch out then weed out connections...
rooted deep in your mind, leave out direction..."


This is my fave out of the stuff I read from you. This was pretty damn dope. I like your abstract way of shit talk and cloaked bragging. Tighter than my style and very concise in delivery. Fresh in my book. Good shit Mr. Harley Quinn.

This was not good man. U got nerve to critique me and then drop this. Big let down. With ur standards I thought you'd b Hella dope. But this was just a bunch of forced rhymes thrown together that don't make sense

Gamble shut the fuck up pussy. Your rhymes are the definition of forced.

You remind me of these other fanatics on my coat tail

Lmfao u wish homie

I made you return here just as I did the other...



keep falling for the mousetrap and think I have interest in shedding light on you

Alright u know what..that was wrong of me to act like that becuz that's what u did to me.. Here's my honest opinion...

I really do think it lacks as far as it's message and some syllables in the multies didn't connect but.... It has alot of potential I can def tell ur a skilled writer... Just need to work on polishing it up a bit, sometimes I felt that I couldn't find the flow cuz of the rhyme scheme.. But honestly u def had some good lines.. Just felt some stuff didn't make sense or maybe just I didn't understand.. This was my fav

I am the seller, the keeper of the message
you should either go to sleep with depressants
or understand the weaker is in my presence
the sweetest of essence...waiting
and I, keep them buried deep in my collection
playing with them til' I deem my impressions
are you ready? or even seasoned to perfection?
I doubt it, branch out then weed out connections...
rooted deep in your mind, leave out direction...
I snap them out from what they were buried in

this was tight just thought the wording was a bit odd.. Keep droppin man and plz next time leave good feed

Wat a stupid faggot.


The piece was cool...opening segment was more enthralling imo....neat stuff.

I'm just tryna be the bigger man

Mr J's dope.