Written III (sum of its parts)

Pharaohs Army · 08-16-2014, 02:32 AM

due to my Day-by-Day Announcements i'm Basically just a Play By Play Announcer..
it's pretty swell.. i think i do it pretty well..
i think i should start campaigning for City Hall..
or at the Very Least.. start In'erviewing them All..
you-see i've Started Wrong.. i've Started a Song..
an Individual Hook for an Individual Nook, which, as it should, would be tossed to the trash can.. Imminent Doom.. bad Rap..
well That's-a wrap,
but as your Foremost Authority on Current Events i thought i'd become yer-reliable News Source, Not to Impress, Not to show you Who's Boss, but To Inform, Through Prose, no matter How-it Is, i Choose Words.

i've Stepped Outside Of The Box and in Doing So i've Leapt Outside Of Myself.
they Say the 3rd Time's A Charm.
.i look to hit a Line Drive instead of a Home Run..
i look to test the theory that the whole is the sum of it's parts..
i Stubbornly Study the inverse Proportion of Time and Quality..
a Veteran Specialist with Necessary Arrogance and "Freshman" Moxie.
as an alchemist' lab assistant I've dabbled in metals Toxic.*
as a contrarian i've Hushed The Mouths Of writers who claim to be Hermetic Prophets.*
as An Inflated Manic, i UnderPlayed My Hand, as though it were something to be Admired.. it was something i Tried.. it was something i Didn't Fully Understand.
I Now Enter the banquet Hall a Humble Servant, humbled by Peer-Reviewed Verbiage.
the Jester Retires.. Jaded.. Tired..
a bit Blinded by the Silver Platter..
"emcee squared" is Still Attentive,
Cold and Unremorseful About the Jester whom 'e Left in Tatters,
UnimPressed by this New Servant-- the True Person'who Stopped the Antics.

the human brain is an Organic Marvel..
mine in particular will eventually craft an Amazing Novel that Appeals to Artists who get a bit wistful when they Gaze at Starlight.
i-am merely a Real-Time Observer with a "Real Fine"Observatory often lacking the discipline to Apply it to the "Real-life World",
beCause for Some strange reason i've never made a Personal Journal.
and As My Audience-will-never-be Adjourned,
i-jus' hope they can Stick It Out with me for when i am More Consistently rePorting what i've Learned,
about things which Aren't About My Self..
i got domestic 'n InterNational News, Professional football UpDates On The Shelf.
both Real AnnFantasy-- Here's some Draft AdVice..
..as long as you craft the Next One Nice..
i've Set Up A "Clean Counter" for my Syllable Bean Counting..
the servant still Forces the Issue,, By Now knowing Full Well he should've waited a Few Days before Lecturing The Mess-Hall,
About PurPorted Choice Dishes.
All the-while Royce Listens, advising rookies they should sell their Ignorant Writtens to "Cash money"Niggas, who don't give a Crap About Sentences but can Rap like Wizards..
the jester is clever but neurotic--
he has a Phobia About Repeating himSelf but Paradoxically that's All-that'e-Does..
the humble servant looks at the big painting Across From The Table, caring Not About Phrases, but Themes, and the Brushes That Paint Them..
"emcee Squared" now Scorns the servant journalist, Ineffectually mumbling"No Comment"--
i suspect-he'd rather there Be"no process",
and jus' use his vicious simPlicity To be Awesome,
smashing Hot Wheel Trucks with'is Hot-Head Buddies,
laying to rest "UnDead Armies" & Once-Great Butlers, Turned Novelists..
he 'n the clown were meant to Act,(were)meant to Rap, not Meant to Study..
His next Task is to rip apart this Quick Analysis,,
though now that It's Said^he'll Dismiss It Casually;
Not Address It.
and While The Banquet hall clamors.. slamming metal chalices.. exclaiming "That's a bit better".. the journalist is put on leave by his Bosses..
because he crossed them.. territories uncharted.. carrying restricted box cutters[,]where he should've not bothered..
ask any government, and they'll tell-you-that Not All News is Meant For The Public.
as a matter of fact, it's not even discussed amongst them.
un-Edited, untouched.. &forever forgotten.

Split · 08-25-2014, 11:46 AM

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due to my Day-by-Day Announcements i'm Basically just a Play By Play Announcer..
it's pretty swell.. i think i do it pretty well..
i think i should start campaigning for City Hall..
or at the Very Least.. start In'erviewing them All..
you-see i've Started Wrong.. i've Started a Song..

cool, this part was the highlight for me.

I don't like your structure, I struggled through reading this. The mad uneven lines and the random capitalization and punctuation left me a lil at a loss. The rhymes were all over for me, but there were bits and pieces I enjoyed. Slim it down a bit haha.

keep keyin brah

08-16-2014, 02:32 AM	#1
Pharaohs Army Banned Join Date: Aug 2014 Posts: 2,956 Battle Record: 6 - 14 Rep Power: 0	Written III (sum of its parts) due to my Day-by-Day Announcements i'm Basically just a Play By Play Announcer.. it's pretty swell.. i think i do it pretty well.. i think i should start campaigning for City Hall.. or at the Very Least.. start In'erviewing them All.. you-see i've Started Wrong.. i've Started a Song.. an Individual Hook for an Individual Nook, which, as it should, would be tossed to the trash can.. Imminent Doom.. bad Rap.. well That's-a wrap, but as your Foremost Authority on Current Events i thought i'd become yer-reliable News Source, Not to Impress, Not to show you Who's Boss, but To Inform, Through Prose, no matter How-it Is, i Choose Words. i've Stepped Outside Of The Box and in Doing So i've Leapt Outside Of Myself. they Say the 3rd Time's A Charm. .i look to hit a Line Drive instead of a Home Run.. i look to test the theory that the whole is the sum of it's parts.. i Stubbornly Study the inverse Proportion of Time and Quality.. a Veteran Specialist with Necessary Arrogance and "Freshman" Moxie. as an alchemist' lab assistant I've dabbled in metals Toxic.* as a contrarian i've Hushed The Mouths Of writers who claim to be Hermetic Prophets.* as An Inflated Manic, i UnderPlayed My Hand, as though it were something to be Admired.. it was something i Tried.. it was something i Didn't Fully Understand. I Now Enter the banquet Hall a Humble Servant, humbled by Peer-Reviewed Verbiage. the Jester Retires.. Jaded.. Tired.. a bit Blinded by the Silver Platter.. "emcee squared" is Still Attentive, Cold and Unremorseful About the Jester whom 'e Left in Tatters, UnimPressed by this New Servant-- the True Person'who Stopped the Antics. the human brain is an Organic Marvel.. mine in particular will eventually craft an Amazing Novel that Appeals to Artists who get a bit wistful when they Gaze at Starlight. i-am merely a Real-Time Observer with a "Real Fine"Observatory often lacking the discipline to Apply it to the "Real-life World", beCause for Some strange reason i've never made a Personal Journal. and As My Audience-will-never-be Adjourned, i-jus' hope they can Stick It Out with me for when i am More Consistently rePorting what i've Learned, about things which Aren't About My Self.. i got domestic 'n InterNational News, Professional football UpDates On The Shelf. both Real AnnFantasy-- Here's some Draft AdVice.. ..as long as you craft the Next One Nice.. i've Set Up A "Clean Counter" for my Syllable Bean Counting.. the servant still Forces the Issue,, By Now knowing Full Well he should've waited a Few Days before Lecturing The Mess-Hall, About PurPorted Choice Dishes. All the-while Royce Listens, advising rookies they should sell their Ignorant Writtens to "Cash money"Niggas, who don't give a Crap About Sentences but can Rap like Wizards.. the jester is clever but neurotic-- he has a Phobia About Repeating himSelf but Paradoxically that's All-that'e-Does.. the humble servant looks at the big painting Across From The Table, caring Not About Phrases, but Themes, and the Brushes That Paint Them.. "emcee Squared" now Scorns the servant journalist, Ineffectually mumbling"No Comment"-- i suspect-he'd rather there Be"no process", and jus' use his vicious simPlicity To be Awesome, smashing Hot Wheel Trucks with'is Hot-Head Buddies, laying to rest "UnDead Armies" & Once-Great Butlers, Turned Novelists.. he 'n the clown were meant to Act,(were)meant to Rap, not Meant to Study.. His next Task is to rip apart this Quick Analysis,, though now that It's Said^he'll Dismiss It Casually; Not Address It. and While The Banquet hall clamors.. slamming metal chalices.. exclaiming "That's a bit better".. the journalist is put on leave by his Bosses.. because he crossed them.. territories uncharted.. carrying restricted box cutters[,]where he should've not bothered.. ask any government, and they'll tell-you-that Not All News is Meant For The Public. as a matter of fact, it's not even discussed amongst them. un-Edited, untouched.. &forever forgotten.