Come on yal

Let's have a poetic brawl


(Me and SPIRITWOLF are in poetic moods today.  Tiddle just watches....she says her poems aren't good)

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

Best Answer 


one upon a time

in a land made of limes

there was a poor man who only had a dime

so he went to the store

and started a war

and stole everyones money that dropped on the floor

then he was rich and was told he was a king

so he got a wife who liked to sing but she started to sing and it broke the windows

she sang so loud she even broke peoples nose

so the king gave up and lived by himself with his pet dog he named elf

and they set out one day with only a dime and that when we reapeat this halariouse ryhm

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

ok its on Happy7

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014
Best Answer

one upon a time

in a land made of limes

there was a poor man who only had a dime

so he went to the store

and started a war

and stole everyones money that dropped on the floor

then he was rich and was told he was a king

so he got a wife who liked to sing but she started to sing and it broke the windows

she sang so loud she even broke peoples nose

so the king gave up and lived by himself with his pet dog he named elf

and they set out one day with only a dime and that when we reapeat this halariouse ryhm

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

You darn right

You are in for a fight

You think I missed

I'm coming with an iron fist

You think you're right

Step into the light!

Break those chains

We're goin into the game

Well come on!

Watcha waitin on?

Ready, set


happy7  Nov 19, 2014

Good job SPIRIT!

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

the man with the plan was on a run 

to find a dog named Fun

why was the man with the plan on a run to find a dog named Fun

well the owner was thinking of shooting him with a gun

so he set up a trap with a mouse in a hat 

and the dog named fun went to run and found the hat but with a rat

and this story could go on forever and on

plus this is the beginning it has only begun

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

thanks you to

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

when you eat pie it taste good :3

Guest Nov 19, 2014

You think you won

This is far from done

We both got luck

But ain't givin up

Just come on and try

Come on, I don't bite

I ain't no clown

And I won't stop when the sun go down

Give me some room

So I can make it go BOOM!

You in pain?

It's a part of the game


(To the readers:  nothing was harmed in the making of this poem)

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

Whatever anon.....

happy7  Nov 19, 2014


Guest Nov 19, 2014

Very weird poem

happy7  Nov 19, 2014


Guest Nov 19, 2014

Cats go meow....LOL!

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

You guys are good and I'm not a boy happy7. LOL!!!!!!

Tiddle  Nov 19, 2014

I forgot the s.....I never knew if you were a boy or girl anyway

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

whats 1 plus 1 plus 1 i wat a god graed

Guest Nov 19, 2014

i did not say i was done 

and i did not say that i won

but when this is over 

you better take cover

because this is going to be blown over

so remember me now before you parish under awesomeness

that you cant beat me i am the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

That's what you think

But you'll be done in a wink

Better slow down

You might drown

Better hurry up

You losin' yo luck

Better not suck

You'll sound like a duck

Better go fast

Cause I'm running past

Better not close your eyes

You'll miss the surprise

Better not frown

You'll get lost in the town

Better gain pace

I'm about to win the race!!

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

I think fast, switch fast, quick fast, quick as
Immigrants say, ‘No habla ingles', at border-patrol fences
Messing with Canibus is senseless
Divide my senses by six and you'll end up with triple sixes

And triple the digits mean triple the spirits
My light body to the third power will triple my lyrics
I'm triple the threat, I'm triple my physical flesh
I'm telling you, put your money on me then triple your bet
‘Cause I won't be satisfied till I'm set
Till I got a triplex out in Tribeca with the skyline effect

Rhyming is the nine-to-five that I manipulate best
Eight hours of writing and memorizing a manuscript
Called "The Biography of Canibus"
Subtitled ‘The Ultimate Guide for Teaching Modern Man How to Spit'

How to tongue twist, how to enunciate certain s**t
How to control your breath, how to make your syllables spit

You niggas ain't listen to Bis, I k**l ‘em with s**t
I'm wicked with this, I should be selling tickets to this

Paparazzi should probably be taking pictures of this
My fans in the street with signs tryna picket for this
Saying, "We want ‘Bis! We want ‘Bis!
We want the rapper with the illest lyrics!
My dedication and my commitment's beginning-less
I can go four quarters or nine innings for this
Go twelve rounds, play two days of cricket for this
Lead crusades across Europe like the Christians for this
The notion I'm dedicated is an understatement

My rhymes are out of this world like the Russian space-station
Sneak-attack rappers, grab them and slash them
Chop their heads off with claws sharper than velociraptors
Hunt them like Jurassic Park actors
But spare Samuel Jackson's life ‘cause he was the only black one

Action packed like Shaft, the black a******n
Blasting the .753 backwards Magnum

Follow me down the road to Damascus
Do not follow these madmen, popping ecstasy pills like aspirin
I and I come fe manifest the most high
Drink a gallon of cyanide and still can not die

Niggas want to lock the ‘Chronicles of Canibus' away forever
And put my book of rhymes through a shredder

Never, I'm way too clever the way I manoeuvre
Beat your a*s like Lennox Lewis did to David Tua
In front of a hundred-million pay-per-viewers your career is ruined
Your face will be swollen like the Benihana Buddha
Bring it to ya, prove you're a loser
Beyond the length of this rhyme you have no future

Pounce upon you like a puma or some wild cougars
In the jungle with my adrenaline juices flowing through 'em

I'ma reprogram everything that you're doing
Hypnotize the audience you perform in front of to start booing
You're stupid, you and your whole crew are extremely foolish
I can't cipher with you ‘cause your breath is too putrid

Put your mic down and step away from it
Shut your motherfucking mouth and don't say nothing

You have the right to remain silent
Sentenced to life on Rikers Island for terrible freestyling

[Verse 2: Canibus]
I heard a rumour English women make love the best
Is that true?
 ‘Cause I ain't had no justice yet
A lot of clowns keep arguing on who the best is
Bite the style but can't digest it
Till they get karate kicked in the mouth and their teeth get ejected
Told you to ‘Watch Who U Beef Wit' on the last record

Platinum teeth? I sell them for a thousand pounds a piece
You buy one back and you get one free

Put it down in the east, put it down in the west
Put it down on paper, put the paper down on the desk
In the studio is where I put it down to the test
It's nothing but skull-crushing pressure down at them depths

Throw a rough mix down, download it to disk
Give a copy to everybody that's down with Bis

Since '96, the Dogg Pound Remix
First time anybody put me down to spit
It's like Pakman don't stop
Till I hear my voice banging up and down the block in a Magnavox
With a hundred watts
creating ripples in the water like aquanauts
Breathing through their oxygen-box

I belong on top of the pops not on the bottom with rocks
I mean, honest to God, I'm shocked, I thought the album was hot

I guess you can't write an infinite rhyme with a finite mind
That's why rhymes like mine mystify mankind
A lot of rappers are ahead of their time
But when it comes to rhymes like mine the word ‘time' doesn't apply
You see, rhyming is the art
The microphone is the paintbrush responsible for getting the point across
The canvas is the street
Where the Master of the Ceremony paints the picture for everybody to see

Nobody could rhyme this fluent, nobody ever did what I'm doing
Nobody ever spit what I'm spewing
I'm the illest alive and I'ma prove it
Plus I've got to show the people that I've got mad love for Rap music
I bury MCs with rosary beads
A picture of their wife and their seeds and a picture of me
I'm as graceful as the left hand of Rembrandt
Put some instrumentals on and ask my pen to dance
I'm such a gentleman, pull out chairs, open doors, never offend my fans
Unless they offend me and I lose my temper, man

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

I know you didn't. Just letting you know now.

Tiddle  Nov 19, 2014

sorry i accedently wrote acuss word in this i did not mean too

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

what do you mean tiddle

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

Oh yeah dude?

You 'bout to lose

Eat up these words

Or you gonna get hurt

Stop, drop roll!

She's gonna b**w

Ride on back

Then I'll attack

Fly up high

Then I'll bombdive

Don't take no lip

Or it will go snip

Try to run around

And get dragged down

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

So much to read.


I was talking to happy7 in my other comment.

Tiddle  Nov 19, 2014

ahh thats what you think

but i'll beat you in a blink

you may think your doing fine

but i'll beat you with my next rhym

your going to wish

you could hug your dog or even gold fish

because this next one

will make you run

because it will be about a creepy big hairy

spider that sucks peoples blood

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

Spiders, they creep and crawl all over walls
They have eight legs and eight eyeballs
Hairy, scary, creepy, and freaky
They wander and roam they sure are sneaky

Whenever I see a spider I yelp, shriek, and scream
I see them in my nightmares but not in my dreams
They spin their webs above my head
Spiders are what I dread

Arachnophobia I’ve been told
Is a fear of spiders and a fear that I hold
They disgust, repulse, and absolutely scare me
Spiders are what terrify me I can guarantee

(none of this is true i just made it up about my sister)

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014
A lily in a twilight place?
A moonflow’r in the lonely night?—
Strange beauty of a woman’s face
Of wildflow’r-white!

The rain that hangs a star’s green ray
Slim on a leaf-point’s restlessness,
Is not so glimmering green and gray
As was her dress.

I drew her dark hair from her eyes,
And in their deeps beheld a while
Such shadowy moonlight as the skies
Of H**l may smile.

She held her mouth up redly wan,
And burning cold,—I bent and kissed
Such rosy snow as some wild dawn
Makes of a mist.

God shall not take from me that hour,
When round my neck her white arms clung!
When ‘neath my lips, like some fierce flower,
Her white throat swung!

Or words she murmured while she leaned!
Witch-words, she holds me softly by,—
The spell that binds me to a fiend
Until I die.
SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

Come down

Make some sound

Do a trick

Don't get sick

Punch the air

Braid your hair

Throw the ball

Jump and fall

Punch and sock

You might rock

But look behind

Click rewind

Did you see it?

You got hit

Punch, kick, elbow

And get on the go!

You feel the shake

It's my earthquake

Wanna hire?

Have some fire!

Want a blister?

How bout a twister?

You won't win

You just made a sin

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

Gotta go!  It's a draw, a tie

happy7  Nov 19, 2014

Okay bye........

Tiddle  Nov 19, 2014

A movement in the bushes near by
A shadow moving silent and sly
A ghost in the darkest night
Climbs to the greatest height
To sing its mournful song

Running in the distance far
Underneath the moon and stars
Is an animal like no other
Who runs and hunts with his brothers
In the dead of night

Growling, snarling, biting, bleeding
The other one is not receding
The fight for leader must go on
Until the other one is gone
To reach another day

SPIRITWOLF  Nov 19, 2014

I thought this site was for math help not idiots

Guest Nov 19, 2014

Just because it is a math site, doesn't mean we can't have a little bit of poetic fun

happy7  Nov 20, 2014

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