Status response on Savv's profile. Saving it here so I wont lose it.
Savv's status: You can't decipher this. You can't attack my tactics, or block 'em. You can't decipher my plans, you can't recite my mantra. You can't parry my blows, you can't riposte 'em - Savvage Baresark shit...
My Reply: (I wrote some of this last night but today.. more kept comin to me.. I ended up with this ill shit.)
Engarde! So busta's want'ta fence?
Bk'll leave ya limbless! Dare'ta vers'us wit verses?
Ya'cant be serious! Rapier hilt to da helm, now stay out our business!
No dechipherin such sickness, it confounds the witless.
No way to teach sense... not even with a syllabus.
How can ya decrypt this, enigmatic wickedness?
Intelligence is my law, & criminal is ignorance.
I'll speak Greek myths, to perplex an be ambiguous.
Delphi Divinin' signs as this oracle is ubiquitous.
Hephaestus da Blacksmith, forgin rhymes, I'm infamous.
Nicomachus scribed scrolls, just as I write, meticulous.
Zeus didn't know, but I stole the fire from Prometheus.
Come with wine like Dionysus, Hailin from Mt. Olympus.
Call me Helios, shining through a sky, clouded by cirrus.
Radiatin rays to emblaze idiots, turn'em to igneous.
Quick to burn'a bish, meltin they wings like Icarus.
Enchantin as Narcissus, chump I'll take ya mistress.
Got da trick promiscuous, in'a harem'a polygamist.
Cuckold ya weak ass, make ya watch & bare witness.
As Cerberus, I prowl the wilderness, with predatory viciousness.
A Gryphon, swoopin down, on all those conspicuous
Primal rage beast, eattin meat, I'm carnivorous
A Flesh devourer, I make ya grimace, when I strip'em skinless.
In'a poets marathon?... My stamina is endless,
My passion?... ambitiously limitless!
My style?...Vivid stimulus!
With skillz so ridiculous, tha flows go... continuous.
Jus toying with an idea.. didnt come out as brutal as I wanted.. but here it is none the less
Acknowledge acute academic, attack alliteration.
Accurately attaining arcane adages, affirms admiration
Artistically assembling axioms, animating articulation
Abstain, atone, & absolutely adapt, abiding aspiration
Astonishing astutely asinine's absurd accreditations
Analytical assaults, admitting Anarchy affiliations
Acrid Apocalyptic agony, afflictin' abrupt assimilation
Ablazin asshats admist artillery's aimed annihilation
Besiegin ballistically, blattinly bombardin bustas
Barragin bomb blast, brutally bucklin buttresses
Brandish’in Berettas blastin bullets berating bruthas
Bewilderin bastids, blowin brains, begets butta
Besettin brigands, big boss berserk barbarian
Boldly buryin brass bars, braggin'I broke Benjamin
Blitzkrieg’n badass brut, bludgeon boxin beginnin
Beowulf bearing brunts, bashin bare bones, baffles
Built brave, burdenin billions, bloodshed beckons battles
Calvary charge, crusadin campaign, Caesar crackin clavicles
Checkin, Calibratin calibers, conveniently counterin cannibals
Compassionless Chinese cats, callously cook’em crispy & cackle
Coordinate cannon carnage, conquerin cowards, collapsin city capitals
Commencin Coup, capturin combatants, conducted an composed.. classical
Capitulate Chumps, Co-operate, consign civilly compatible
Chanting cadences, chastise chattels, covertin cattle
Clearly configure concise creations, calm'n casual
Concoctin clever creeds, composed canon's contractual
Conquest Complete, consciously concede, consultin counsel
Conflict concluded, celebrate, & convene cartel council
Class dismissed, thats one lesson of my A-B-C's
Next up ? Mathematics, Rant has the 1-2-3-s
Then Savv can school ya with somefacts in History
Lastly Dr drow will enlighten ya on dat street philosophy
(Blah, shit isn't easy to do, lol. I had to try it though. Once I get an idea, I see it through no matter how it turns out.)(y)
Ok well... On Friday, Savv posted a blog of rhymes he wrote about the members of tha Brass Knuckle Poets. (cuz he rawks like dat)
So, Saturday I began writing under the same premise, I have nt had an abundance of time for it, but I made due. Needless to say, it got a little out of hand tho. lol In my mind the ideas are clear, but when I start writing it seems to grow like wild fire =D. Soon it turned from a couple verses about each.. into a rant. I did spread myself a lil thin but the overall principle is solid; however, there are DEFINITELY holes in places. Some of the transitions are lacking(to say the least) Generally, I m content with it... for now, if you know me I could refine over and over again for weeks to come. (it is the perfectionist in me) Also, Iv'e read it a number of times, and each part has a flow... er meter-cantor. the first time you read over it It ll probably suck LOL, Be that as it may… I give you:
‘B.K.P.S. - A Master’s Piece’
Sheeple! May I have your attention?! Fall in line, gather 'round now & listen! Imma introduce these men, as I have it written Dictated in name & inclinations for their position These soldiers earned the titles, by displaying discipline Dedicated to the passion of their poetic addiction
(Drow) First, lemme call on Drow, to begin tha rendition Aka Each1 Teach1, but I dubb'em the tactician
Becuz every flow is varied, via acute decisions
Always switchin, & differin styles each mission
Incitin vivid imagery, paintin' pictures to envision
Panoramic degrees, radius spins, like rack an pinions
Quickly finds, & flanks foes, for division
A Strategist, similar to Wu Qi, in my opinion
Analyzes the battle field, a combat mathematician
With Biological weapons that massacres all stricken
Gas’em amid toxic clouds, factions fall sickened
Watch the body count amass into piles of victims
Hear his war drum thump, a vicious beat quickens
Such sadistic methods require these fierce rhythms
Not one to butcher with dull cleavers out'da kitchen
He’s more of a surgeon wit'a scalpel, deliverin incisions
Exact and specific, exhibitin skilled precision
With Gleam of wit, watch cerebral steel glisten
Sharp and on point dealin malicious intentions
Slaughters the pathetic and chuckles in derision
Make the weak rethink their reality’s definition
Bendin light spectrums, like colors through prisms
Professor D. students… surrender ta supervision
Teachin each one ways to escape mental prisons
Time to exercise demons & free hordes of minions
Annoit tha afflicted like Chaplins christen Christians
Emancipate & unshackle da brainwashed millions
A Nemesis of’da opposition, but just John to civilians.
(Ant) Secondly, I summon the Spaniard, on the offense
Rant one, rollin Solo, makin his ent'rance
An army of one... Ant, with his own ca'dence
Freedom mantras echo on his advance
The Cries for autonomy resonant in chants
Gilly suit cloaked, camo’ concealed as defense
The Syllable sniper... surveying the expanse
Sportin black frames, spec scopes that enhance
Wind checks low, so.. span and range is immense,
Identifies, then Targets, enemies at a glance
Heart beats, breathes deep, exhales in suspense
Focuses in, commits on’a mark to commence,
Fully aware, attention wholly honed an intense
Steadfast aim, Statuesque like stance
From Garrand to 50 cal. Sharpshoot'in Sav'ant
Dismember foes with 7.62(mm) malevolence
Trigger squeeze. bolt pulled, casing dispensed
Spinal cord severed, no need for forensics
Sound waves, reverberate da’shots resonance
Smirks Guilt free, deliberately, with no pretense
Concentrates callous verses to illicit decad'ence
His bayonet quill.. that impales like’a lance
Artistic marksman, style trained to in’trance
Pen type Rifle, he caresses in romance
Deliverin insights, via rhythmic radiance
Distinctly, he weaves facts to substance
So naturally, blowing minds is subsequent
To feed the essence with sacred susten’ance
Delicious verbiage, scrumptious like succulent
Concoctin edicts, keeps da’feeble subserv’ient
Kowtow & bow now, respect is prevalent
Condemnin da’contemptuous & exiles da’irreverent
Mandatin new commandments, da ma’fuckas benevolent!!
(Savv) Next up? Sergeant Savv, of Special operations
A Frisco Militia native… of Irish persuasion,
Rockin green an orange with ‘white’ pigmentation
Known for fierceness, thus… his reputation
Norseman in tha kilt, pride of a new generation
Use to harsh conditions, adjustin for adaptation
A Battle hardened vet with heavy decorations
Silver stars among valor & honor commendations
Covert ops, he's deployed before invasions
Clandestine assignment, his task is infiltration
Expertise in espionage, works best in desolation
Behind Enemy lines for silent penetration
A lone wolf navigates, analyzing constellations
Traverses terrain swiftly, without hesitation
A scout on recon, gatherin vital information
Sent to gain intelligence, conductin surveillance
Records collected data & spies on formations
Verifies all patrols & personnel migrations
Reportin positions of armor & antiair locations
Crackin cryptic codes, findin symbol correlations
Deciphers 2 way conversations & radio translations
Inspect landing zones, pro-paratrooper preparations
All crucial strategic endeavors of future retaliation
Arrangin it logistically for our ‘troupes’ culmination
It’s jus his motus operandi, the perfect application
Savv’s savvy yet ferocious, surpassing expectations
Suave but vicious wit it, from innate inclinations
A poetic chain gun, spitting fiery inundations
Making men cry wit’a a dose of degradation
Chastize ya’ass lyrically then laugh in elation
Like he’s torturing tactically with razor lacerations
A maniac wit a pen, describing methods to amputation
An how he likes the gurglin sounds after decapitations
A psycho projectin verses to torment populations
Like Polpot …a dictator of rhyme, demanding subjugation.
(Marq) So I guess that leaves me...
The archetype (Ar'ki'type)
Commanding da Bar'buryin Art-ill'ery, in tha fight Bombarding with shells of soliloquies that ignite Cinders of unrest... anarchy I incite A riot Engineer, I plot for the plight A sapper, destroyin foundations like termites Flood ya crops, by dismantling the dikes Severe tha escape routes, an take res'pite Siege warfare, waitem out at the campsite Hereditary, Nordic clansman, by blood rite I gather tha Scandinavian tribes & unite Under one banner of Vengeance... We requite Razin fortifications and hostiles for spite Send out our berserkers, woad painted with delight Motivated by ancient hate, Oppressors we smite Enraged like a Sunni, dats scrappin wit'a Shiite Proud Highlander warrior, one dat arrives at twilight Comin by torch, and announced by 2 bagpipes The shaman Theologian, bestowin 3rd'eye sight Metaphorically, blessin 4 cripples, upright Philosophically, redefine the wrongs & rights Scribe'in my decrees on 5 tablets, with graphite Divine the future, cast 6 runes for insight Elder Futhark stones, whilst incantations I recite Invoke sacred rituals, burn'a sacrifice for'a fortnight An Alchemist, smoke screen, mixing Acid with Sulfite My Philosopher’s stone, I spit Gold not pyrites Other fools flake like mica, ya mundane and trite Master of Arms, Blacksmith, craftin beautifully, I write Factually, honestly, brutally & forthright I wield the 'mourning' star so they weep in fright Scared to be found, escape underground, from sunlight Unleash the Hounds, Hunt'em down, find their site Raptor Master, Falconer, send my Hawks to flight Cowards, doomed to be revealed, truth uncovers despite Tha facade, or veneer masks, now'dey plead me, contrite Judge, jury, AND executioner, I sign to indict Then petition stocks’n’gallows from my woodwright. The Township’s spectacle, a crowd gathers this night To watch’em hang, excitement flares like cordite String'em up, lett’em fall, see tha noose slip tight. Gaspin faces turn blue… then pale to white Celtic chieftain cursin wit’a plague or blight Pestilence to all rivals, Fear’ dis new age knight.
(Conclusion) Hence, Honor these soldiers, be polite & pay homage
Respect and bow now, we may release you from bondage
For the ignorance you reside in, has u hostage
Wandering hungry in the forest, so u resort to for’age
Ya Blinded by plum’age, & lost in the foli’age
Scavengers of the jungle… tryin ta steal some porridge
We da bears wit fangs, now, goldie hear our roar’age
Sharp tongues unsheathed to brandish da word’age
Yet, no need for fear, dig down, seek thy courage
Trust, more heart lies deep… within you in storage
Find tha inner strength to carry ya through this voyage
Rest, treat ya wounds then wrap’em with a band’age
We’da Ranger life guides, best take advant’age
Poets holdin PhDs with degrees, to enlighten the savage
Slice through hypocrites like a katana does cabbage
Easily, we manage each adage, which can liberate or ravage
Wieldin usage of verbiage carefully, to either free or do damage
Damn it! pay attention, We bring the tools for tha masses
Couriers of a message with maps to da passage
We lead the way, as the possessors of know’ledge
Esteemed envoys sent to restore value of language
Repin diverse lineages… from Madrid to Bainbridge
Many leaders were raised, but it took tha village
Blood lines with Historical ties… like wine we’re vintage
The B.K. order came to shock, & leaves a vestige
This is tha company I keep, so consider it a privi’lege.
We jus the… Sages of modern times, who enlighten minds, of others
A Guild of Artistisan-Craftsman, these my fu-brothers
Ingenious and creative, Str8 literary hustla’s…
so I’m not much on quotin another, Since we original and copy cattin’s for suckas
But If I may? allow me conclude on 'St Crispin' cover...
just to refute rebuttals…
We da few, we happy fu’s, we band of… brass knuckles. =D 9-14-09 By MarQ (Archetype)