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"Freestyle"
  by Blakfiya


Lady B. Street Beat WUSL FM (1985) - OLD SCHOOL HIP-HOP MIX SHOWS
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Suspended in a poem,
The subject became me
Meaning becomingly
First letters….
Then rhythm and rhyme

It was the story of how I grew up
Seeking to communicate
Learning structure and form
Then the rules I’d later break

cause slang made me ghetto
While I just considered myself bilingual
One language spoken amongst gringos
And the other with family and friends

Funniest thing
Was we called it hip hop
creating sign-language so the def
could follow
in closed captions
(called ciphers)

just head nods
…and no writers
free style innovations
that somehow
just made sense

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Date Submitted: Jul 26, 2009 (05:13 PM)
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  after vision
07/28/09 (12:52 PM) 
my mic sounds nice check one - my mic sounds nice check two - you ripped this one

  ...Da Futurist...
07/27/09 (09:40 AM) 
word...back then it was our own binary audio code..unbreakable by people who listened for normal english...ahhh ciphers the circles where street spitting legends cut their teeth & i was one of them...

  drybaggij
07/26/09 (05:56 PM) 
lmao greatness... What writers block?

  big josh
07/26/09 (05:48 PM) 
this was another great piece, nice job my fellow poet :)

  MAVRICK
07/26/09 (05:26 PM) 
I remember back in the days before ANY rap records were done, we use to bang on the elevator door, or the mail boxes, and everyone would take turns spittin freestyles straight off the dome...talkin bout cho momma, drunk daddy or your roach motel home, your cheap rejects on your feet, because pro keds you aint own, and those two cups, hooked up with string, because you aint got no phone....See what i mean...off the top of the dome!!...freak that shit Fiya and tell the truth..

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