"A Topical About Topicals" - Lars, Objective & Flo Real

Lars · 03-20-2013, 05:02 AM

What does it take to gain your fickle respect? I’ve chopped and I’ve changed what I’ve written. I’ve spent innocuous days lost in dismay plotting away with the ink in my pen. Just when I think that I’ve met your insurmountable standard, there’s always something that’s said that has me doubting it. Answer me. What is it you’re looking for? A verse with mechanics, or simplicity? Good old stories of personal anguish? Do you prefer to be challenged, given something to think about, or have predetermined analogies to sum up what’s written down? I’m stuck. I can’t figure out what it is that you need. Excuse my belligerence, people, but I’ve tried every trick up my sleeve…

I mount and I heave..
Each page represents progression, sessions and hours wasted,
I hate to admit that sometimes feedback feels like sour hatred.
The writtens are dominated, agitated to reveal constipated lyrics,
It's apparent I'm fathering shit, but it's not related to adopted critics.
These cynics diminish my attempts as I replenish a writers ammunition,
a conidition where you envision lyrical superstition with a snipers precision.
Doubting concepts and visions; ''these bars is forming a prison of projects,''
Architects of words swore to fulfill designs only to form a line of objects.
To be honest.. How I can harvest confidence when I tried my hardest?
Chained to change but I restrain my range and connect to darkness.
A black hole of thoughts obliterate the skill to set it straight when I'm full of rage,
my will to write will never fade, but this curse is tied to an evil plague.
Let the Flo' demonstrate the rod and fear of elitist neglection;

I sweat blood and tears when I deliver all you bigamists perfection
Then get high on bongs and beers an sliver away to deal with your rejection
Your speculation on my peices is nothing but pinickity attempts of subjurgation
A violation of the perfection that should be hoffin - prickly vets take 2 new skill with suffocation
coughin - as i sit here smokin constant, contemplating what yall want from this drop
do you want wordplay, simple concepts or artistic visuals like those melting clocks
I can give you persistence of memory - honestly i can give you Salvador Dalí
But when I do I want the feedback to match not ones opinon that all you sheep rally
around and pretend like the echo your creating is actually your own unique sound
I just went to great lengths to provide art most you can do is tear my peice to the ground
or did i astound but dont just copy two lines that you found and say this is my favourite
fuck i hate it - that aggrivates me - make your opinons seperate - one like an one slating it

03-20-2013, 05:02 AM	#1
Lars PROVEN BITER Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: Wolverhampton Posts: 1,588 Battle Record: 5-0 Champed - The Winter Topical Rep Power: 1809298	"A Topical About Topicals" - Lars, Objective & Flo Real What does it take to gain your fickle respect? I’ve chopped and I’ve changed what I’ve written. I’ve spent innocuous days lost in dismay plotting away with the ink in my pen. Just when I think that I’ve met your insurmountable standard, there’s always something that’s said that has me doubting it. Answer me. What is it you’re looking for? A verse with mechanics, or simplicity? Good old stories of personal anguish? Do you prefer to be challenged, given something to think about, or have predetermined analogies to sum up what’s written down? I’m stuck. I can’t figure out what it is that you need. Excuse my belligerence, people, but I’ve tried every trick up my sleeve… I mount and I heave.. Each page represents progression, sessions and hours wasted, I hate to admit that sometimes feedback feels like sour hatred. The writtens are dominated, agitated to reveal constipated lyrics, It's apparent I'm fathering shit, but it's not related to adopted critics. These cynics diminish my attempts as I replenish a writers ammunition, a conidition where you envision lyrical superstition with a snipers precision. Doubting concepts and visions; ''these bars is forming a prison of projects,'' Architects of words swore to fulfill designs only to form a line of objects. To be honest.. How I can harvest confidence when I tried my hardest? Chained to change but I restrain my range and connect to darkness. A black hole of thoughts obliterate the skill to set it straight when I'm full of rage, my will to write will never fade, but this curse is tied to an evil plague. Let the Flo' demonstrate the rod and fear of elitist neglection; I sweat blood and tears when I deliver all you bigamists perfection Then get high on bongs and beers an sliver away to deal with your rejection Your speculation on my peices is nothing but pinickity attempts of subjurgation A violation of the perfection that should be hoffin - prickly vets take 2 new skill with suffocation coughin - as i sit here smokin constant, contemplating what yall want from this drop do you want wordplay, simple concepts or artistic visuals like those melting clocks I can give you persistence of memory - honestly i can give you Salvador Dalí But when I do I want the feedback to match not ones opinon that all you sheep rally around and pretend like the echo your creating is actually your own unique sound I just went to great lengths to provide art most you can do is tear my peice to the ground or did i astound but dont just copy two lines that you found and say this is my favourite fuck i hate it - that aggrivates me - make your opinons seperate - one like an one slating it Last edited by Lars; 07-15-2013 at 04:54 AM.