Which metal band am I? Please don't be crap...Oh crap...

[zombie_mech]

Oh well, it turns out that certain people I know, also like me, got iced earth on the metal test thing...this simply shall not do. These people like Nightwish, this means they should have got dokken, or something equally crap on this. Well Iced Earth are quite crap too, but that's not the point. The point is that it's the DAMN SAME! I live my life

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[screamadelicia]

Not everyone is a poet because they spit out words,
Pronouns, objects, adjectives and verbs;
Stealing other people’s styles and rhymes like grand theft,
Can’t do what’s right because they have nothing left;
I put my mind to the pen, my pen to the paper and from the paper comes the book,
And after I stand alone… then I turn around and look;
I chop’em up with my lyrical machete,
Then throw’em in the air and let’em fly like confetti;
I am a matador of metaphors,
I spit similies so you’ll never forget to remember me;
Because I like to move and change positions,
As I add creative gerunds to mere prepositions;
So sit back and listen, I never cease to amaze,
While I make a sentence from a prepositional phrase,
With conjunctions I combine subjects and predicates,
Giving English Professors lessons on etiquette.

Not everyone is a poet so kill all that noise,
Because my floetry separates the men from the boys;
Everything you put down’s based on hypothetics,
While my poetry’s laid out down to the Phonetics;
Because I’m on another level than they be on,
I keep it going, because my flow is Evian;
I take you on a trip around and back again,
With antonym’s, synonym’s and acronym’s;
It’s packed with gems, even in the aftermath,
You think back on extraordinary paragraphs;
I tare in half other poets trying to front,
Or trying to stunt and ANY batter trying to bunt;
You made yourself believe that you had a dope style,
You’re not a poet and you don’t even fit the profile;
Asking if you’re good enough to hit the poetry spot,
But true poets don’t have to ask if they're poets or not;

Not everyone is a poet so forget what you heard,
Spittin’ present participles and auxiliary verbs;
My venom is words, and poetry’s like spices and herbs,
To make it hot I make it rhyme just because it’s preferred;
Some poets are just lost but they can do what they like,
Throwing rocks at the stage to say you rock’n the mic;
Respect the dialect and come check the flow,
Intellect is the name so act like you know;
Don’t sweat the tech. and detect the skill,
Cause your stuff is wack while my work’s for real;
And I stick to no particular category,
With intellectual poetry, prose and allegories;
I break the mold and I do it in such a manner,
This is more than just a poem, I call it Descriptive Grammar;
You can act like a poet and spit words from the start,
But if you spit or when you spit… make sure it’s spit from the heart.