[quote]That One Guy wrote:
[quote]jlutz3 wrote:
To me, it was bad dude. Maybe it would sound better once you memorize it, but it’s easy to tell you’re reading it. Like some suggested, work on your delivery and mostly your voice…you sound scared and MCing is all about attitude and just killin’ the mic. The suggestion to put that over a Dilla beat is just nonsense considering he’s one of the best beatmakers EVER. Yes, you can rhyme your words, but your rhymes are elementary/simple. Get creative, rhyme more syllables together…not just “tame, game, brain, maintain”…make sense?
Not trying to rip you, just give you advice. I used to be in a hip hop group back in my college days and did shows all over the Midwest opening up for people like Slum Village, One Be lo and El Da Sensai to name a few. I’m not bragging, I just know what it takes. When I first began I started out the same way just throwing words together making no sense. Keep practicing and you’ll get better. The more you write, the better you’ll get…be creative and work on your voice. MCing is a craft you sharpen, similar to bodybuidling. [/quote]
Fsho man, I know it’s gonna be bad, unlike a lot of people I am able to admit that when I first start picking up a skill that I will suck, and I expect to. Right now I was thinking of keeping the rhyming simple, so that I could focus on the delivery and flo, instead of worrying about rhyming “hippopatamus” with “rock anonymous” or something like that. What do you think? How’d you progress in this thing.[/quote]
Why keep it simple? Do your best to take it to another level. Spit about some shit that stirs up emotions up in you…which will transfer through the mic and people will actually vibe with it.
like listen to this song by Joe Budden. Skill, passion, emotion all wrapped up in one. Bring the whole package not bits n pieces.
I remember growing up as a kid
opening up a fridge with nothing to give
pops smashing beer bottles and pounding fists
moms shedding tears, crouching by baby sisters crib
born into a rough life I never chose to live
All I can do is sweat and bleed, to try and give
my siblings a leadership role to make goals big
without struggle there’s no absolute progress
without a genuine passion there’s no conquest
Nowadays loyalty is such a rarity
I just sit back blowing trees
Thinking of palm trees and bliss full imagery
I am my own enemy, I am the one corrupting me
I am the one emotionally erupting
raging with fire and self inflicted cruelty
but the only thing keeping any of my sanity
is beautiful vanity brought forth through poetry
meh was bored if you couldn’t tell