Post by NorthKorean on Oct 3, 2006 3:10:08 GMT -5
Hm, thought BGL died? Thought wrong, I guess. Lemme see if I can take this rust off:
This here's the return of the NK.
Communist Manifesto, presto, I'm from the old day.
So let's here reminisce of the bliss of history.
Sit and listen to this int'resting story:
High school, privileged, and bored out of our minds
We started BGL through sheer tiredness of time.
But time became the soul of our existence.
Rhythm, flows, and battling was our mission.
Dedication was our vocation through vocal vacation.
Verification of various vivid verbal creations,
Patience became virtue, and virtue was for takin'.
We exposed ourselves to criticism and progress.
Activity digressed through high school distress.
Stress of tests messed with our heads and our chest.
Yes, we were divided between the mind and the soul.
BGL was dying and trying to survive.
It fed off rhymes, but the rhymes went dry.
Battlers used pens and pads to learn,
It was education for us, the rhymes were burned.
But time was, and is, our greatest utility.
Our ability to willingly control and hold seconds
Lessens our abandonment of old lessons,
And my mind now faster than a Smith and Wessen.
College is here, the old days are gone.
I've grown older and righted some wrongs.
And BGLs back, with new names and with that:
I leave you with advice: always look back.
This here's the return of the NK.
Communist Manifesto, presto, I'm from the old day.
So let's here reminisce of the bliss of history.
Sit and listen to this int'resting story:
High school, privileged, and bored out of our minds
We started BGL through sheer tiredness of time.
But time became the soul of our existence.
Rhythm, flows, and battling was our mission.
Dedication was our vocation through vocal vacation.
Verification of various vivid verbal creations,
Patience became virtue, and virtue was for takin'.
We exposed ourselves to criticism and progress.
Activity digressed through high school distress.
Stress of tests messed with our heads and our chest.
Yes, we were divided between the mind and the soul.
BGL was dying and trying to survive.
It fed off rhymes, but the rhymes went dry.
Battlers used pens and pads to learn,
It was education for us, the rhymes were burned.
But time was, and is, our greatest utility.
Our ability to willingly control and hold seconds
Lessens our abandonment of old lessons,
And my mind now faster than a Smith and Wessen.
College is here, the old days are gone.
I've grown older and righted some wrongs.
And BGLs back, with new names and with that:
I leave you with advice: always look back.