Theta was happy for he met other scholars, a man of verses accompanied with his autoMatic friend. The scholar new many words and hungered for greatness.
Not your average poem maybe not even one
Took the world upon his shoulders shooting his words strong like boulders. Hungry but not famished he starts rhyming and his demons start to vanish. Just like his friend thats automatic his boy Matic always spitting something true no white noise no static when they’re not themselves they become spastic. Grasping life grasping the Koncept connecting the dots making the verses that describe it. Slowly burning from each word and opening the minds cage these boys are always waiting for the golden stage. Searching for redemption and also greatness these boys will rhyme throughout the ages. These boys are spitting about life and all of its lessons these boys are scholars and rhyming is their profession always quizzing their audience always in the studio testing.
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My old friends are producing music and i'm very happy and proud of them and so this is for them. my only poem that will probably that will seem outta place since its not the same pattern since i'm trying to make it look like what they do. Feedback is welcome, have a nice day and or evening. -Theta the scholar For Juan always grasping the Koncept in every verse like a painter and Mathew the Automatic Matic thats spits verses like a gun.
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