the first time i flowed in the poetic
i felt like a diabetic
nervous
lungs constricted
panic inflicted
mad butterfly stricken
but then i said
i'll be **** if i cluck like a chicken...........
I would like to introduce a new poet to the mic
ok let me get this right
give your ears to the khasm......
actually bruh its just khasm......
once i started
all the fear departed
as i looked into the crowds eyes
words of blunt truth they could not deny
halfway through is when i saw, really saw
for the first time
the power that the poet has with weapons of
truth and rhyme
this was way back in 93
without freestyle battling
i felt empty
so poetic freedom had to wait
until i got this feeling out of me
this happened in 96
when khasm got back into the poetic mix...
i would like to thank the guild complex
for releasing the voodoo hex...
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