i THINK AN ARCHITECTURAL FREESTYLE WOULD BE MORE LIKE A GRAFFITI BATTLE. BASICALLY A CHARRETTE....

ARCHINECT SHOULD SPONSOR ONE...

i've always liked this from aceyalone's "the guidelines":

Inventor, and I plan to be a winner meaning
I'll be in inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
overseas hearin oversees more, than the eye can
I stand, limited primative, sentimentalist, escapist
The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid
I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot
I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit
...
My architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground
I suggest that you warn your town

"i´m not a playa, I just fuck alot" ehh.. YO YO...!?

all mc's secretly wish they were architects.
all black and work boots come on.

the hoods fillin up with bimmers and yellow labs
the crack house on the corner is a total gut rehab
gentrify
gentrify
hey muthafucka its totally obscene
cant stomach this shit they callin fusion cuisine.
gentrify
gentrify.

Guru, Respect the Architect:

The architect, selecting the blueprints
to rid the game of nuisance
Sucker reducin with the fusion
Rhymes solid like cement in my musical solution
Stackin concrete flows, look out below
So respect the architect, as I begin to build.

Floor to ceiling, constantly building
with power to construct, towers of rap CREAM kid, what?
Dreamin you're lyrical physical mystical?
Your concept's mediocre plus your way too typical
withcha corny delivery and crazy wack voice
Mad corny image, that's why I give you jitters
It figures, I'd have to dust you off the scene
like a wiseguy, with my New York lean

GURU!

its over.

"Lemonade is a popular drink and it still is."
-Guru

Dont make me bust out my Beat Street moves on you Gutter Rookies....

"Architect when I write these poems, write these poems, write these poems"

Architect rapper...silly.

Notorious BIG

"Warning"

[Verse 1]

Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my man Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
you school be bout some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...

[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers

Thread, too bad you're not Vordul Mega - I got a blade too and it's sharp enough to cut - they call me Starvin Harlem Scissor Tongue...

Thin lips white features... do the whitey

also my favorite lyric,
to add to marlin:

lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
i get more stunts and props than bruce willis

guru..... GANG STAR

Your style is weak like clock radio speakers

erm.....

Isnt this a song about interns and the cheap professional services that architects provide?


What'll we get for ten dollars?

I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny

I'll defer my hip hop opinions to the local I'll defer my hip hop opinions to the local word smiths the GLC.

Guns don't kill people, rappers do
Ask any politician and he'll tell you it's true
It's a fact, music makes you violent
Like Michael Jackson tellin little Timmy to be silent
You don't believe me, here's my hype
Offer me the record and I'll show you the type
Of criminal this rap shit is breedin
It's a fact that MC Hammer left me bleedin
Vanilla Ice made my mother say, fuck it
If I'd stuck with UB40, then I would have been in luck
But I didn't, I got involved
Cypress fuckin Hill taught me to make a fuckin bong
So I started, I bought another tape
The power by Snap made my cock and balls ache
So remember kids to the head double-tap
Guns don't kill people, it's just rap

Guns don't kill people, rappers do
(Summon the police)
Woop Woop Woop
Guns don't kill people, rappers do

Pink cookies in a plastic bag,
getting crushed by buildings

-LL cool J

Who's House?
Run's House.
-Rev. Run

I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
Akir is hands-on,
What's the beef? The Cooley High cold chief's high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
The design would have in National Geographic a magic
With tailor made status and plus flavour that's automatic, uh.

J5, What's Golden

more j5 [Chali 2na]
Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography
Third class economy, blade slashed your artery
Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically
Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility
Never predictability
Manouvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme
We do the sublime, crackin yo' backbone
Attackin you wack clones
Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone

I'd let the work of Bruce Goff do the talkin'.

"This is a story about an mc
Who got real brave and challenged me
He thought that he was bad, he thought he was tough
Until i, what, until i called his bluff
And as the battle began, his rhymes got weaker
You couldn't even hear his voice come out the speaker
And as he started to get ignored
The party people turned and walked off the floor
They did not applaud and they did not cheer
And homeboys just said "get the fuck outta here"
So as i cracked a smile and started to laugh
I could see the sucka duck muthafucka gettin mad
He had a frown on his face, he was hotter than fire
He wasn't competition but just a little biter
So, as he turned and walked away
With his head to the ground and nothing to say
Cause he was busted, disgusted, and couldn't be trusted
He tried to battle me and found self-destruction"

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