Spit a verse! Quick Idea

This is something i thought of while listening to a song called Worldwide Choppers by Tech N9ne. One the song he has a verse from each lyrcist on the track. On the song he features big names like Busta Ryhmes, Twista and Yelawolf. So i thought we could do the same but for ATL, each person spits one verse about themselves and thats about it.
I'll leave it to somone else to start it cus i am no good with this kind of stuff

I say SBU starts it.

Thanks Tyler, not right now though. I've already written a lot of personal rap about myself recently on the cypher thread I started. I'm not up for writing more for this one at the moment. I might join in a bit, after it's started up.

I should focus on writing more material to record for my next album but that's quite different to what I'd write for this. I keep distracting myself with battle drops coz flipping and rhyming off of oppenents' text and names as starting points is so much quicker and easier than writing decent tracks, more satisfying in the short term.

I had a go at referencing some of tech nine's lines from worldwide choppers in this.. I went from his first rhymescheme, paralleled the chorus. etc.
honestly I really don't rate the lyricism in his track though.
the last line of the hook's quite good and all of the flow sounds basically 'ok'. lots of monosyllabic rhymeschemes but at least they do scatter a few internals. apart from that ..not impressed.
how's that stuff more famous than, for example, the Chester P tracks 'Wickerman Theory' & 'Fleur de Mal/Flowers of Evil' ..?
or 'Rhyme Aslyum- Solitary Confinement' lp, 'Aesop Rock- Labor Days lp' ..and so on. grrr.
seriously.

anyways, I'd better get directly on topic. here's my attempt.

nod and follow me, please read as I teach toxicology,
yall just wheeze sneeze and cough on the beat.
I've gotten a lot of brain, most got lobotomies not philosophies,
rappers are shallow actors weeping.. oscar nominees.
I write my scripts and I've got props from the scene,
I prefer to prosper honestly, dodging poverty;
I aint from a 'stable place', it's hard to 'profit properly',
I'm partnas with gods and the monsters leave.
I ain't taking any prisoners, no hostage policies.
I took mother nature for all she could offer me,
gained in age and changed, lost some modesty,
bad apples still raise their seeds beneath a rotten tree.
my shine's priceless. I'm rebuffed; polished constantly.
you're not watching comedy, I'm homer on this odyssey.
there's no win that's worth my honor,
dividing the populous, worldwide choppers.
just fix up since y'all are Tech supporters.
I'm scoring tens and never Nine, my Tech's Immortal.
seems most modern pop rappers can't even rhyme right.
I'm the pinnacle, looking down on them using hindsight.
old school rappers can't even see me with foresight,
hit 'em up.. get 'em up and roar"hide".
yall are sore that I'm more than raw.
I move a key-low quick as dwarven doors.
makin' dough with hot content.. empanadas.
rappers with soft filler are corny.. enchiladas.
my mind's higher but was never set for stardom,
friends kept holdin' me back like heavy armour.
I'm outta' sight but I'll keep you in mine.. a deadly marksman..
I'm serving rappers like an unpleasant barman. I've got more game than a pheasant farmer.
rappers are talentless, lacking the stamina.
..most lack spines but mine's adamantium.
spirited.. lost your bottle or still sippin' it?
swigging quick? wishin' that you were me; drinkin' djinn.
most dope rappers are just common amateurs,
it's dirty work like I'm a brothel janitor.

I'm many millenia
ahead of the rest of 'em.
bring your best but I'm better than veteran.
can't down me,
don't hound me,
when I'm done here I'll bow out proudly.



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I played the game, believe, i put it about,
Took a step back, the messing, i cut it out,
The battling i stopped it, hating i blocked it,
The mic has no use to me... i dropped it,
Took my pen & pad, began jotting rhymes,
Looked in my heart, began plotting lines,
Like so many others iv a story to tell,
Throw in a few twists it surely would sell,
Wrote songs good & bad had my fair share,
Randomly posting.. i didn't care where,
Learn fast and quickly mold a game plan..
Sharpen my skills or be hold to blame man,
People want my songs!... its insane fam!
At times i think "JD you need a brain scan!"
Steady my aim high.. coz the skies the limit,
Keeping my ish real, not 20 lies a minute!
In all honesty... i couldn't define my spirit?
If facts speak volume... im sublime at lyrics,
A hobby then, now iv got mysterious emcees,
Delirious with cheese, spending serious gees!
I feel so inferior tho.. its me they bung stacks,
Can write a hit but on a mic my tongue lacks,
Told i can write tracks for mainstream giants,
Cool until approached, these ain't dream clients,
There defiant! simple decisions take all week,
Some seriously lack vision an hate all critique,
Waiting to hear if i wrote the scripts out nice...
Relief as he likes it but then trips about price!
My tips and advice is be diverse and flexible,
Don't write for a mate its a curse be skeptical
Iv noticed with fame.. tends to come dangers,
Especially this game, friends become strangers,