"Ringing The Bell"

No chorus just bars from start to finish. Nothing too serious. This is what hop-hop considers a legitimate freestyle. What we perceive as freestyling now and days used to be literally called "Off The Dome" while what was once called "FreeStyle" was writing lyrics to a beat with no particular message, just the point to show off one's lyrical expertise and ability to rip up the mic with pure bars.

*******nothing but bars start to finish
I'm reachin out towards outer space
keep my spirits elevated,
focused gaze, never turn away,
from them better days,
I can take, every twist and turn in this
endless maze as a mere phase,
showing little change,
Never could it break
my resolve, evolved, along with all,
thats wrong, making my songs,
alone, at home, the dawn, is shown,
I'm on, the road, most cold,
I'm growing old, more bold,
I suppose, I will blow, up
when I know, what I want
In full control, of my zone
Born to be beaten and broken,
becoming bad to the bone
Brought Intellectual brawn
Set in stone, on my phone
Long been Gone off the dome
Predisposed, as a lone
Freedom fighter whos prone
To unload untold loads
of stowed literary gold
Thats composed a complex
whole of my soul
Taking more blows til it shows
I am so rittled with holes
Momentum, gets, exhausted
Ambitious moments erode
Appear, much like a cage
Of which I chose to keep closed
Whats the point when I complain
Achieving nothing at all
It's like building airplanes
Not to fly, but to fall
I look alive keeping strong
Always nausous I know
Don't sheepishly be decieved
by what you initially saw
dont need a hook for this song
I'm merely messing around
Exert energy deemed for what I see
Down Undeneath clouds
a lyrical peak of mystique
Unperturbed by all bounds
both feet on the ground
Proud that I'm down with a sound
Transform any moment
Bi-polar musician unwound
On the spectrum I found
My brain's autistically bound
That gave me a voice when I was hoarse
I'm now allowed to speak loud
To Do away with the shroud of
Depression keeping me down
And Drowning out senses more times
Than I can accurately count
I rap about all about
What my mind's wrapped around
I know I am the black sheep
Standing out from the crowd
reusing rhymes like its nothing
differently shuffled around
It's the content getting spoken you
Should be thinking about
Theres been times when my flows
Have been stricken with drought
Mentally bed ridden without
A single sense through the doubt
Fouled out like plans went astray,
that day somehow turned foul
I'll never get used to it with my
Mouth gaping open like wow
It's been a while since I've actually
Been able to casually smile
I've learned to live without a car
Walking thousands of miles
I'm a grown man becoming aligned
With my lost inner child
I'm more adult than I've ever been
improving my style
All the while, less wild
Than what you can learn from my file
I do way with emotions that are
So toxic and vile
trash picked up from my past
Simply gets, tossed into piles
Keep my mental state stabilized
I'm done, horsing around
Life is a puzzle in one color
With us, sorting it out
Who doesn't get dirty walking
Through mud with rain pourin down
I've survived death multiple times
I remain sure as hell
I've got a purpose with my existence
Breaking free from my shell
gladly give up my life
To make everyone else's life well
There's no way I could ever settle
Giving up when I fail
It's a success when you think about it
Improvement's a trail
Paved in your failures which the greatest
will certainly pale
In comparison with success, flawlessly fresh
What is stale
I see as wooden boards, providing support
With hammer and nails
I'll proudly hammer it down
Rap is a craft, handled well
When from a soul greater than gold
It's nothing I'll ever sell
Far beyond my very best
learned to create Heaven from hell
Schooled most mainstream rappers, ended,
period, Ringing The Bell
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(By "most mainstream rappers" I mean the ones that make you wonder if we're being trolled with music, that someone a block or two away from us does much better simply freestyling on the spot in their freetime. I'm not including artists that provide rap some intellectual improvement without mumbling and riding the overused tropes just for some cashflow)