The Muruku Murmurations

For my third lesson with Kudos, he got me working with flow. I learned how to identify the pattern of the flow, break it down to the syllables and then trying to write my own rap to utilise that flow. After writing, you realise very quickly what works and what doesn't in respects to the flow of your tongue, the types of sound transitions and also what your mouth can and cannot do. You are looking back / Everything is turning to whack What you have has now been hijacked / without time for you to react You are left with a small backpack / Heart beat steady like a boom bap Seconds later panic attacks / Breathing breaks that is not intact Acid in your tract / Heart racing mad down a speed trap Brain and body losing contact / Chaos rising, fading to black. - Swit Marie 1430H 1st November 2018 Kudos Crib

Kudos continuing his education on writing raps. This assignment was on rhyme schemes.  Working with the ABBA scheme and working it on to the same Pete Rock beat. Welcome back you legend, I will be working more on raps with ya! Look at your pact / back at what you did / Where you fit / up in the stack / In the rack / in your kit / I the beat / in the week / In the pit / of what you pack / Don't you talk smack / save yourself some wit / Or have a broom stick / to whack your back / And now you retract / pick up that bit / Leave tat for tit / you gotta talk with tact / Where you lack / there is where you sit / In the grit / of the ship where you shuffle your deck / It's a shipwreck / in this skit / When a kid wins the bid / and takes away your snack / Crazy little Jack / Found a trick / To kick Morty' s Rick / in the sack / Tell me who the heck / would benefit / Of this sick / kinda gag But in fact / we all pick / and react /at the weak / Like we ar...

After writing a multi, Kudos got me to write 16 bars using Pete Rock's Smooth Sailing beat. We were talking about how we are really grumpy people when we are sick and I tried writing about it. It's okay to be a sick grumpy boy It's a frumpy ploy in a way It's a new day for you to be coy Drinking latte soy from an empty tray Don't be gray like Ruski Tolstoy Be a legendary Geroi (hero) this very day All you wanna say with happy joy Is that you're a free boy and you're a okay Go away with the hay fever can't stay coz it's not the month of May Go out and play, tossing frisbee ahoy Not pirated toys for Saturday In bed you stay feeding hungry Koi Sickboi ready to annoy Instagram today But it's okay to be sick grumpy boy Because I enjoy to love you anyway. - Swit Marie 6th October 2018 TTDI

At the end of September, I was really having a very difficult time with myself, I felt very overwhelmed by the things I had lines up in next two months and also questioning where I am in term of progress as I was crossing the 30 year mark. In the midst of all of that, I have found myself in people, people who have become very dear and near to me and it is because of them, I choose to continue living and getting better at life. If one day I would wake up To discover that the world has come to an end I will search high and low Just to make sure you are still standing there Just to make sure you are still breathing Just to make sure you still exist in this world In this still fraction of my current reality You mean the world to me. - Swit Marie 1618H 23rd August 2018 TTDI

I was challenge by my buddy Kudos to write a multi which is a rhyme scheme where you rhyme multiple syllables repeatedly in the bars. I tried my best but there is definitely no flow for it right now. I will pick this back up again in future and try to make it rap-able. Hi there Mr. Nice Guy I heard your dream is to get televised and diversify Revise how you classify what you feel inside with diligence Every effort you apply suffice and disqualify all the doubts that occupy your confidence You spend your days wrapping your head around raps with intelligence Keep trying with endurance till it becomes a concise paradise to edify and glorify Masterpieces that testify qualifies you access to be a certified legendary alumni. A little story about you and I I spy on you like an agent of the FBI My My My My minds full of landmine Is my current favourite lullaby on Spotify Enticing vape flavours from your device splice through my alveoli When you beat me at pool I yell out Sohai And your reply...

Since I met you, life has become a lot more interesting and I feel like I am living again. There are days when I spend the whole day in your presence and it gives me comfort like food especially when you say you got my back. Malaysian only have one meal a day, we wake up and don't stop eating till we go to sleep. I get nervous around you, You are the layers of butter that flies through my stomach that makes me melt inside Your voice seeps into the pores of my being like maple syrup soaked up by fluffy cinnamon pancakes covered in heaps of frothy clotted cream surrounded by fresh assorted berries that are as colourful and vibrant as your company The perfect breakfast companion served with a steaming hot flat white with honey. Your bars hold the spicy sambal hostage while the beats heat up the laksa Mid day is when we get our fix A drug that makes our ears sweat and hearts race Pushing through till we overcome the fiery hill followed by the massive high of a food...

Going back to rhyming is really challenging and fun. I was given a prompt to write about my creepy stalker tendencies. Any similarities and familiarity is purely coincidental and may or may not be based on a true story. It started with attraction Someone caught the attention of Creeper McCreeperson Each hour of the day turned into obsession An uncontrollable compulsion To gain information To track every mention To know what was fiction To feed his addiction Create an illusion as a quick diversion Instead of a conclusion. Weirdest LeStrange Watching everything Every step he is walking Every conversation he is talking Recording all his mocking and the clicks of when his jaw is locking Counted every pill that he is popping All the rapping when dope beats are dropping All of his phone lines she has done tapping Every time he has laughed clapping. Come one day he watched her She was manic looking for a cure He still found her with much allure She was ...

I wrote this on a whim after spending some time with a new buddy of mine and challenged myself to incorporate some Australian slangs that I have picked up from Kudos . #giveKudos In a puff of smoke Your face appears In between layers of grape and mint Sitting upright Under a bright shining moon It will be 1am soon. The breeze blows against your skin Stirring up the most curious scent A sense of belonging A sense of yearning. The most fluorescent blue eyes Weaved with emeralds Pierce through the space in between molecules A gaze that meets mine Right down the middle. Your words paved in print Tunes meddle with beats There is where your art comes alive It's hectic! You preach. We're not here to f*ck spiders! You teach. Scaarn on! You reach. Your microexpression Of utmost chill mixed with complete confidence Owning it Your compliments Should compliment you. Poker face turns to light Joy behind three cards Playing sh*...