City Slickers

[Quarter O]

We gallop on horse back, that's horse power steering/ Cowboys n Indians heat on our bare skin/ America discovered by Columbus, discover why Columbus is a city of sin/ indys in/ fuck a major, salute to past mayor Coleman admired/ but they in dire need to pitch off rocks like coal mine/ chip off the old block, thrift shop posted they hold thy/ block down, connects in Indiana like that jones guy/ tomb raiders of the lost ark new crusaders in/ sedans with they crew kicking it like crew stadium/ I been thru, phases east Columbus rude awakening/ to silver spoon plates in westerville, back to places where/ they strapped like this was mid western films, insert downward/ lead in tellies with Ya bitch smoke filled, reverse cowgirl/ tenements Franklin, County after Benjamin's frankly/ gentlemans break, but gangsters don't bend a bit slanky. Yeah/

City slickers, itchy fingers like gun draws, deck the Bronco/ desperados, come test the moto/ ..YOLO..lighters open dark yellow bottles...../...Coronas....illegal as mexicanos/ cant stop wont stop, even for hexagonal signs/ take that personal like a back pocket bottle size/ in my Levi's. Toss it out once we hollow pints/ litter. Keisha we lit her, kissing on the dime/ do this all the time, lip synching all the lines/ disc starts to skip.... we flyin'-saucer rhymes/ saucy like, cant nobody mix the right ingredients/ of niggas, go figure, we the type you'd like to meet again/ as we cycle seasons, we stay tight as smedium/ blood's thicker than water but some period life can be a bitch...../ but in the mean time we ride till the E - lights on/ cyph cars. To the sunset we ride on./

Uproar the township, bounty on my head/ cuz they girls rest they head n smell the Bounty on my bed/ county thoro-bred, calculatin ends/ milk this cowtown for what it's worth, calcify til quenched/ dap up dangerous gun slangas/ Once the day settles to dusk, the slugs rain. Perfect aim from gun ranges/ Clint... Eastwood, sprint east of the woods/ sniffed out by blood hounds like kids do Easter goods/ it's cold. 6 degrees the weather, stayin'/ far from the hardship. I'm 6 degrees of seperation/ debri the city, once you find me in the buildin'/ like 767's on 9-11, Lord willin'/..... you got zero grounds to base the plight of my success/ many tried and left, winning is my dialect/ a tribe called quest, survival of the fittest/ primalistic - lions tigers bearskin for winter nigga!!/

[Pharaohs Army]

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[Quarter O]

Originally Posted by Pharaohs Army

To be honest with you, while I see an overall theme here with respect to the subject matter, I'm not exactly sure what's going on from a content perspective.
I suppose based on some of my ramblings this could be a rather hypocritical critique, but I don't care. It's what I see.

All that being said, I very much like your rhyming/construction/flow in the first 2 stanzas. Props.

I thought the third dropped off a bit, as though you perhaps rushed it after crafting the first 2 a bit more carefully. That might not be the case, but it's just my impression.

Keep writin barz

Thanks for reading, PA...Just think of it as like a futuristic 1930's midwestern cowboy/ indian flick..futuristic as in 2015.. thats the best way i can put it.. the beat i used sounds like that. Im from ohio the midwest..cowtown..im just throwing a lot of references for that..gunslinging...that type of vibe..

here goes the beat if u care to get my vision.
https://soundcloud.com/seriousbeats/...odbyseriouscom

Sounds like some midwestern gunslinging shit to me.