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all my stuff will be in here. freestyles, battle verses, etc.
i roll with groups of gorillas, trained in guerilla tactics
packn', nothing but but brawn brains and balls
we scale the walls and descend on y'all like,
wild animals.........
thats is. just a thought i need to complete later.
i have no mic, i rap to a sword
cuz i'm a knight, who fights the world
i ride the flow, like it's my mount
i go for blood, but 'm no count
my tales of the crip, you can't re-count
if you enter my castle, you can't sneak out
or creep out, and no sound you make, will ever leak out
cuz when your in my space, no one can hear you scream
when we stand face to face, you can't doubt i'm supreme
my skill is, an ill niss, like a drop in dopamine
I spit grimey shit, yet my breath stays pristine
I'm a human paradox, my logic stinks like dirty socks
but i won't be brain washed, you could get your brain squashed
don't see a drain?, then the floor remains, awash
with thoughts, drenched in your memories
they coat the ground like emery, on the paper, in my pad
in my pocket, in my pants.i'll never loose it, cuz i never dance
I've never had to start a fight, yet i've never left my battle stance
I don't live life by happenstance, and i leave nothing up to chance
I've seen the future, i know it all, i Know when nations rise and fall
I know just who the rappers call, when record sales begin to stall
I have the information, to fight the infestation, of those of you who hatin'
I'm ready and willing, but now i'm waiting. for those on high to stop debating
on who's the greatest, and who is slated to take the throne
and don the robes.
the king is here, yet no one knows
because i donned the cloak, so i could take the globe.
In a way this is an extension to waynes "blucka blucka" freestyle. i started it right after hearing that.
people think i got small pox in my inkpen
cuz I make the haters disappear like the incans
mayans, I'm spittin' like the only thing i eat is cayenne
jalepenio peppers, holler if you better
quew the cricket noises, no one gonna step up
they don't wana mess up, cuz they understand
that to stand up to me is like swimming through the sand
sick^
thanqsQuote:
Originally Posted by Dusk
every night i rest in pieces
and wake in shambles
but i escape my nightmares, so i feel release
then i amble, to my laptop, so i can ramble
to face book, take a look, at my keyboard
could it be more, worn out?
this is all that i love, all that i need
all that it takes to feed...
me
see, I'm paper, plain from a distance
but under higher focus, fibers poke with inconsistence
no pattern,
at least none that i can see
no role models, at least nothing i can be
let me explain, i don't lack motivation
but i tend to refrain, from damaging my "soul location"
my state of mind, and other abstract concepts
that make up the context, of my complex conscience.
shit, now i'm just showing off
sorry dog, i'm steaming, gotta blow it off
so homo, L-O-L
well oh hell, i meant homo sapien
for all the homophobic homies
who be taking things, too far
like,
over the river, and through the woods
hope I'm rhyming good (enough)
for red riding hood
i didn't write that, maybe i should cite a source
fuck MLA, i'll let it stay, that shit is such a chore
source and chore do not rhyme
unless you speak like me, to me that shit sounds fine
i think i've said shit, at least four times,
well i haven't "said" shit cuz i type these lines
but i read to myself, heat truly melts my screen
because my buzz means, that my rhymes are mean.
shit.
I appologise for my rapper habits
but i have to have it
it makes me special.
ED
see MG, made me, an ass hole
my ego is the size of an H-bomb blast hole
WOW, i can rhyme whole,hole,and hole
I think i've lost control, let me go take a stroll
ttyl.
bullets kissing, splitting skulls like stellar fission.
gunpowder flash like channels pass on television.
quarter sized wholes multiply like cell division.
and the cell block calls, for the last one living.
and I................... was no where near there when that happened,
I was at home on facebook
60 seconds and i'm gonna reck em
microphone check, hit the deck
and roll, i control
these flames like pyro, so why go
to the edge of the globe\for a phat line just take mine
then you can go, and then you can know
why I, feel like i can take the world
I'm comited to conquest, I'm winnin' this contest
just check context of this combat text
no one sitting next to me i'm in my own class
super sonic's next to me because i'm so fast
in a metaphoric sense, people told me your intense
and hence i put on the pressure
and lesser men then beg for release
and i beg for releif from the cries of the week
when thy die at my feet.
fear is
foretold exactly as read
exactly as written, exactly as i spit it
because i love it, and i'm lovely, so i give it
graciously, take it, see?
it doesn't bite, so long as you don't fight or try to overwrite, it
erase it, mistake it for something evil or negative
fear is strictly relative, the sole son of rage and adrenalin
everybody's got to live, half of us have got to give
half of us have got to take, and all of us have got to make
decisions, based on believe and the things we envision
but this is.........based on what i witness
without protection, exposed to the globe
taking in so many sights that i might explode
and spread, into every thinking head
my essence strong like the stench of the stinking dead
buried far and near, the departed dear
they can hear me, and so can you
i'm coming through so crystal clear
I'm fly like the air force, i flow like the navy
i march with an army, with old heads AND babies
grown men and ladies, and maybe just maybe,
one day they'll slay me, but they can't enslave me
restrain me or chain me, contain me or drain me
cuz i am they're bane, and they've earned my distain
AND I DRIVE THEM INSANE, CUZ THEY CAN'T BREAK MY BRAIN!!!
AND THEY WON'T TAKE MY NAME, IT IS ALL THAT I HAVE
I'LL BE SHOT, BURNED, AND STABBED, BUT MY PACE NEVER LAGS
AND THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND, HOW I WALK LIKE A MAN
AND I'LL BE GOD DAMNED BEFORE I WEAR THEIR I.D. BAND
OR CUT OFF THESE DREAD LOCKS, THESE GROWN' TILL I'M DEAD LOCKS
AND IF I GET CHOPPED UP AND STUFFED IN A BREAD BOX
FUCK NO I AIN'T DEAD POPS, MY HEART BEATS, I GRIT TEETH
STILL LEAD MEN AND TAME BEASTS, AND KILL THESE INSANE BEATS
I RUN TRACKS LIKE CONDUCTORS, I'LL BE BACK YOU CAN TRUST SIR
I'M CLEAN LIKE DUST BUSTERS, THEY SUCK LIKE NUT BUSTERS
AND I SHINE LIKE CHROME LUSTER, SO SLEAK
I STAY AT PEAK PERFORMANCE, FEET ENORMOUS, LIKE SASQUATCH
SO SHOCKED THAT THEIR GLASS DROPPED, POPPED AND SHATTERED
THEIR BAD AND I'M BADDER AND THAT MAKES THEM MADDER
UNTILL I APPROACH THEM, THEN QUICKLY THEY SCATTER.
like bugs.
entered a rap vid contest. http://community.vibeverses.com/_ohm...8815/3184.html
A eulogy, is usually
a record of what used to be
common knowledge
and I was in the game
like specialised in ginacollege-y
WE, might not have long to last
because, my generation can't rely on the past
for insperation, and maybe I'm just instigating
some intergeneration haitn', BUT
every rhyme I'm makin' I'm takin
from my own internal information
All I have is legend and myth
but with this, I can make voodoo too true
HOW? well, I can pull hip-hop out from hell
and make a zombie, calling for brains
because, to gain wisdom is the only thing to stop the rain
and the hale.
hail to the reign of the hew kings of the game. NO
now we call it work
because it was the play time, that put it in the dirt.
i got attack drones
that track clones
then snap bones,
crack domes
and trap souls
inside circular cap-soles(capsules),
they gats go: ratto tatto
at low,
fire rates
higher stakes
do not exist
unless you risk denying this
cryogenists try my spit
but they just end up frying quick
fricassee
it can be
finished so quick-a-ly
reduce the rest to liquid see
the bitches flee like burning fleas.
herding me or hurting me
can't happen have you heard of me?
my words will see the end of time
for now just see the end of rhyme....
annoyed at noise, avoid the void
devoid of life, and strife as well
and hell and havens, bathing in emptynes
exempt from this, is her alone
the sky her throne
the only place fit for that face
a solar flare, I stare
into her eyes find
the light and then, enlightenment
a hightined sense, of being
seeing truth and lies, and earth and skies
as one under the sun of her soul
her control is non existent, only willing service
my very will emerges from her curbing
my baser instincts, in synch with her
i feel so per-fect check:
sorrow, madness, greed and panic vanish
a vantage point of anoitment is reached
her voice is mental ointment
for burns and scars
spurned by stars
the dark matter scatters
splattered over space
and time and rhyme, arranged in lines
on paper tapered to human interest
and inference of faith basedmetaphors forms
but it is her that this is for, the girl that i do so adore.
more, than any object ever offered to me
so offerings fostering fondness, on-this
goddess are wasted, your hasted thoughts
ought be reversed
accept her blessings, beware my curse.
5/5/09
beware the lair of the beast
least amount of peace, in the east or west
best to be wary, here there be dragons
who be braggin bout draggin' knights away in the night
fright is right, fight or flight, devils never have to chose
never lose, prove your worth, feed them steel or feed the earth.
feeling first, thinking third, striking second, never heard
victory assured when enemies are lured to their doom
millions of miniature kabooms zoom forth from the minigun
in the place where the evil face from outer space came to erase
humanity, the insanity of fearing the invisible is visibly apparent but
but the people in the steeple wanna sleep while feeling safe
seal the beast up in a cave save the women and the kids
while young men and their slaves go and die so they can live.
give your all. heed the call, serve your country, save they all
from the minotaur, far from fables able to crush many cars
any law is broken when enforcer die from choking
on the venom of the basilisk. ask me this:
why is it, that serpents worsen hassles quick.
not done.
soul un save-able
and they try to tell me
that the flame is un crave-able
but the fire dances with me
never unable to
enjoy the thrill of motion
emotions envokin'
surging and purging
the past with ashes
it passes judgement on no one
so i run towards the sun
the heat and my feet meet
it greets the soles of my soul
and so whole heartedly
but we parted in sadness
I was partly driven to madness
but only up to it, so i walked through it
just to put it behind me, and find thE
sun again, but now the moon is here
soon the fear of darkness
harkens anger in my peers
but the stars appear so beautiful, to me
to see them reminds me of the sun
and i can run again, and then........
i might find something worth stopping for
or
I can die exhausted
but still enjoying the journey
forgetting i was lost.
5/8/09
kinda old from late 2008, i was gonna battle someone but they didn't reply so i posted this:
before i die i'mma lie down my pen, and wipe my ass wit my page
cuz i will only spit "the shit" when it's time for judgement day, save
ya energy, save ya intellect, i am rap's unborn child, that how far i'm into it
and i'll abort myself, and prematurley thrash you like trash in dem green trucks
i duck away from nuthin, take all shots like they nuthin, toss back ya poison like tussin, flip out and get ta cussin, and bustin yo ass like it's a task passed from god
KNEEL BEFORE ZOD I make superman nervous
no kronies to clutter my war path, and i am impervious
i'm a one man army, a one man nation, i'm a fuckin universe
and i'm takin ya face in, ya whole body, ya whole soul ya whole world!
sumbody has hurled a brick through the window of a gun store
and the owner will retaliate with more heat than a sun storm
with no warning but a thousand *click-clack*'s!! a sound that
resonates through every residence as pre-submitted evidence
of your evisceration, and re-intergration into the dirt
your the bane of the earth, and you only hurt yourself
lose your belt, your laces, and all traces of ropes
and no dope, you have no hope of an early retirement
i'm trying to be civil but you continue to test me
you'll never best me, you only vex me.
i detest thee! like knights do peasants
like kids do bad presents
and ya mother when you were headed to her on ya birthday
you done irked me in THE WORST WAY
in three days i'mma burst a solar flare right in ya face
so you can taste a few fractions of my power
and as the hours go by i salivate as i calibrate my brain for battle mode
i turn any foe into cattle, but not you
your less then chattle, a slave master couldn't sell you for less than the sweat off his sattel!
i will shatter you like the jewish store windows on Kristallnacht
not to confuse you i won't simply abuse you i'll obtrude into your home, hold ya femur bone to ya dome and beat yo ass sensless, till you can't even moan.
i'll make ya dick into a metronome, to help me time my verses
so let it be known that i spit demon curses
but this is no dis, for the name was not mentioned
and i do have a pension, for starting fights needlessly
but it needs to be addressed i don't rest
and i expect just a little respect, do i detect a tightening of fighting gloves
i just wanna be friends, i'm as kind as a dove
with kisses and hugz, from aity, with love...
forty bars in 5 minutes only stopping to count
if you in it to win it, bring ya best when you shout
MAAAD old right here:
i got incredible predator instincts,
in sync with space technology
all of the, earths efforts are useless
truth is i'm just superior
the fear in yer face is so evident
and all evidence points to invasion
alien occupation, total annihilation, of all life
all fights must cease
and decist don't resist abduction
obstruction of the tractor beam may cause a major disruption
you humans are zoomin straight to destruction
laser eruptions wiping out your species
and no i don't exaggerate
but i eradicate you rats
like a big cat, we are not the same, that is a fact
cuz i'm so fly i'm from deep space
i'm intergalactic, planetary attackin
packin a laser glock
firin' glowing shots
ya beam wounds glowin' hot
no war of the world cuz just my words rule ya world
i spit in a language unknown to humanity
my visage cases waves of insanity
cuz my rap game is crazy amazin'
and ya bullets are not phasing, ME
see no rims, cuz i roll in da space shape ship
my stunna set to kill, and it's chargin so take this
BANG!
gonna update EVEN MORE old STUFF:
i'm dread locked down like a rasta in jail
my rhymes are so stale cuz i started not to care
i flare up now and again, for revenge
but unless there's a fight then my lines stay ice
opposite of of hot, i say i'm the best
and then i say NOT....
SYKE!! had you fooled for a minute
i'm in it just to win it, from the start to the finish
i never will deminish, everlasting blasting bars
until I'm in the Guinness. check for my record
" the most hated and loved rap star ever"
clever? ain't it? bet you almost fainted
never falter, i'm focused like dead eye
i'll never fade away, so i guess i'm not a jedi
Old battle post from another site:
isn't it funny that ripsta pic is a graveyard?
i'm bout to zombify him into my slave doll
cuz i spit that voodoo, that makes the rain fall
i am the witch docta rock da mic all day long
i make these lines rhyme, speaking in a hellish drawl
i have the voice of a demon, the hip-hop horror
just hearing of my lyrics makes grown men bawl
fall to your knees, and pleed that i don't smite y'all
i won't just rip ripsta, desintergration's quicka
i'll dust his remnants off my shoulda with a quick flicka
like a horse i'll ride ripsta off a cliffa,
and land feet first on is stomach let him split-up.
give up, no chase, no need to feed is face,
he's now a rotten rag doll, on a shelf, put him in his place
make him dance for his fam in front of they faces
so they can vomit in disgust, trust i'm not a fake-uh.
Caveman joke
I'm an ancient, takin lines from, cave paintings
waiting, for a wooly mammoth, i can taste it
nothing will be wasted, bones to the brain
4 big tusks make a good tent frame.
2 wooly nuts, pretty gift for my dame.
got a big stick, ain't talkin bout my dick
it's a 30 pound club, that'll kill in one hit.
i slam it on a saber, tooth tigers skull
only got bit once, so this day is dull
damn those cave men in the other camp
saw me by the fire, now they jockin on my dance
they don't have a chance, ready in my battle stance
and i throw the first spear, wonder where it's gonna land.
band with my brothers, same daddy different mothers
he was leader of the pack, till i put him with the others
who was takin all my killins busy fill his gut
stuck him with mah blade, really spillin his guts
BUT, i don't kill for the feelin.
I DO WHAT I MUST
it's survival of the fittest
this comes from listening to a lot of charles hamilton
in my humble opinion, you are simply a minion
someone born to take orders or to pass quarters
out at the arcade you play kids games, while i'm rated "M"
not mature but mandatory, my cadigory is "slayin them"
"them" who every dumb mutha fukka and you too
ooh relax i just kidd kid, i live like a lazy genious
fiendin for grievous error, cuz i correct like spell check
if i see u be wrong i won't see dat for long. i belong
in a box with locks and chains, am i insane?
NO don't ever question my method
i'm def and i'm reppin philly, silly def has no definition
so thats the mission! give def a meaning
to start a new tradition
thunder crash as swords clash, ash form battles past,
makes up the ground all around me, truly it was astounding
thousands of enemies readily headed at me, only to be made dead
countless lives taken, but in my self defense, it makes no sense
but one murder began this nonsense , but i do not regret
the flow of time will bind soon, as i remind you of many moons ago
who would know me, this lone ronin running from attachment
attacking anything I thought would ever dare combat me
i left them crippled, stripped, and ripped open a bit, but never a throat was slit
and not one fight was quit, bones were broken and I was choking, on many occasions
but no persuasion could broker my negotiation, taking slashes
gashes, bites bruises and bullets, i pulled through it
till i knew i was ahead man, and i could stand and brandish the number 2 headband.
Number 3 came after me, her name was Umi, that means "the sea"
what a sight to see, about 5 foot 3, tattoos of dragons from nose to knees
her body was built to please, but that mind was molded to kill
ocean fluid was her movement, iron mountain was her will
Umi was never still, four katana's on mama's hips, she was slick
i was stronger, but my muscle didn't make this battle quick
our blades made love for hours, we leaped down canyons and tore down towers
our, bodies never touched, save for her kick and my punch
but eventually our clothes were gone and she had had enough, i can't help that I'm rough
let her keep her life, but i took her band and one last look at that butt,then i was gone
one the road for told for me before i was born, this is my fate
not an excuse just a reason come a season too late
for even though fate wasn't shown, those million bones I did break.
so i took a break and layed around for days in a daze
busy training for the day i thought was years away, but then he came
the number 1 guy arrived the same time as the sun rise
skin like mine, stood just as high, but our hair is where we did divide
my locks were low, his fro was high, one one the earth, one in the sky
no words were spoken, neither said a high
but stances were taken and swords did fly
in front of my simple shack we both attacked,n either stepping back
swords collided, steel cracked. i struck a blow he struck back
just as hard, just as fast, eternity this fight could last, for no man's skill would me surpassed
but our own blades we did outlast, katana's shattered like glass, yet we still clasped
the hilts, filled with urge to kill and admiration of skill,
then i removed my headbands and he stood still
wrapped them both around my knuckles, who knew suck tension would build
I threw a punch, he ducked then took out my right knee
but then my left hit his right eye, and he couldn't see
so i rose, and with the last of my energy, brought down arms on both his shoulders
and that ruined his symmetry, both arms were dead, but he was still focused on killing me
he kicked me in the jaw and then i noticed a shimmering, i rolled two times
hit the ground, and reached around, till i found it
a piece of a sword, nothing but a worn down tip, but i made it work
and i make it hurt, for when it hit hit his ribs he hit the dirt.
I couldn't believe who i had bested, i sat back and rested, 2,3, and 1 headbands
then i looked up, and saw there my very first dead man.
he rolled looked at me, then his eyes grew cold i had been told what it looked like,
but this image was so bold!, now i was the number one, just as silent destiny for told.
but three headbands i did hold, most wanted in the world.
now you know my past, we are in my present, just killed another chaser. the silence is so pleasant.
i sit now in that same shack, starring out an empty doorway.
I rise and walk out, will this turn out mine..or your way?
i'm a beast from the east coast, like a dragon i roast
these roaches like raid. they's been slayed i've been paid
exterminator for hire, preaching hellfire to the quire
i could make the pope perspire
sold my soul for the devils tongue, now no one raps are flyer
see all those rappers are tired, sell outs to highest buyer
their money is climbing higher, but they souls go to where i am
HELL-o my god in heavens to mercy me, see i'm a rap demon
soul eatin' hell feedin' fire breathin' heathen beatin' demon!
bleedin' on pages for days and, rackin my brain
trying to decypher my blood stains, it's very draining
but i'm gaining skill, and will, and thrills, and chills
and it spills over my dome and roams, through the streets of Rome
in the vatican catacombs and throws itself upon a cardinal
and with no marginal error the terror seems in, visions of me begin
and rather than gather more victims who will either suffer or run
he blathers like a loon, you call it speaking in tongues.
we nappy haired homosapiens takin them words of hatred
and making them something great then mistakenly breaking them
like apes with china plates.we hate the man of porcelain,
unless he gives endorsements then we dance and shuck and jive
the money beats a nine to five and so much safer than a street grind
never mind, we hidden behind these riddles and lies, coming from nero and color of marrow
options are narrow, danger is harrow-ing, sing about heroine
to pay the tuition to get my kids in, to harvard ,yale
the sale of our souls has been running so old
that we have a colored only line at the cross roads.
i'm there at this minute, this second, second guessing
am i sharp dressin, or do i look a mess
do i wanna look professional or be fresh
am i an activist or a "raptivist" do i have to "step out of my caddy and go cap a bitch"
so i can invest and become a successful capitalist.
i got a capital idea right heeya
don't frown my dear brown people
we will, (if you agree),be ol what we truly wanna be
you don't have to be a cown and be on B.E.T
to be recognized by N double A C and P
FREE, it's a new concept see
you can have steady root and climb high like a tree
funny analogy , strange that it used to be normality
to see a human sized fruit, hanging from a maple tree.
so just focus on your life, not your ie, not your model wife
get yourself a mission and stop "dissin" someone for nnot being a boss
or pissin each other off and gettin lost
be bright not flashy,supported not cashy
and start passing, ya dumb niggas.......
boo-ya!!
nothing but atrophy after me.
cataclysmic catastrophe.
actual aftermath lasting past centuries.
eventually events will be
ceased to only the least of feats,
of crashing particles, passing articles
of matter scattered through the universe.
such a sordid morbid story....
BUT now i'll inverse the verse
to reverse the prophets curse, of profits first.
the worst is finished, my thirst deminished,
Utopia opened for business, Is this even reality?
In actuality the factuality of my fiction, is one
and the same, a phenomenon that addresses paradox by name!
Heavy locks and hidden keys restrain my frame
but brains remain INSANE!!!
and free to be me.
hands of fate,
grab the waist
of destiny
expansive eclectic ecstasy,
enticing everything excellently
Intimate incidents,
instantly incite infinite instances
of blooming stellar plumes,
and the gloom of final doom
contextually, inperceptible, yet
conceptually perfected so
I guess I'll stay a vegetable
until you get the message yo
don't let it go even though
i left it flow crazy pro
programed to produce prodigious prose
the bars i say, by far fillet the david's pose
I slay the stone, as if it lives
and make steel yield as if it had give
what I have given you today
Is everything you cannot say
for fear the tears won't go away
when al you know does go astray
A samurai keeps his soul at his side
So do I, pull out a pencil fast as you could blink an eye
aim high, on the page and slay the silence in my mind
writing rhymes, move the pencil as if fighting for my life
eyes remain as cold as ice, frozen on this single sight
of paper blackened by graphite. read it back, "that's nice"
"that's hot" but not that part, that's not. I rewrite or retype
all night till I see light, this one cat, well he might not like it
he be hype and claims that i don't write these bars that you see right
now. NOW, clearly that is ludicrous. you are just, ridiculous you think you must
constrict me, but these tricks will just convince me,
that i must be doing something right since i'm the focus of your life.
people think i got small pox in my ink pen/
cuz I make the hate disappear like the Incans/
and mayans, cuz I am/
spittin' like I only eat the cayenne/
jalepenio peppers, holler if you better/
quew the cricket noises, no one gonna step up/
they don't wana mess up, cuz they understand/
that banding against me, is standing against he/
who cause hurt without mercy, with the armies of xerces/
and king Leonidis both serving behind him, united, in my quest/
to find a true contest to make me earn my conquest.
a post from a battle i lost somewhere else.
crim-son is in some deep trouble, like veins containing air bubbles
I go after red like a bull, charging full, I pull ,mountains down to rubble.
I'm a lone stampede, I'm a grown man see, and you know your on-ly
A phony and a crony, to some homie who probably owe me, money
I'm not just a cash rapper, i crush trash rappers like a compactor
construct bars like a contractor, but your raps collapse like a shack after
an atomic blaster, I'm ya master get it? don't sweat it, cuz that won't aid
I'm taler made to fillet like a blade, when i spit my rhymes split cuz my teeth are serade-
ed, just remain dead, decapitated and lacerated, and the nurse is absent baby.
take a nap because that's a wrap. I attack like a constrictor, i'll make you endangered
with the major infliction of force, restricting your "flow" of sorts
first blood flow and that'll make ya mind go ______, and that'll make ya rhymes go ______
that's a flatline, i know that was a phat line, i wrote this in the snack line
at the buffet spot, on the day of your service near your funeral plot
I C you with an IV, and I M D #1 like roman numerals pops
I am king, I'm Ceaser, I'm a kaiser I'm a czar I'm the best up by far
you couldn't catch up by car, bullet train or jet plane, I mean
you fold like paper and i transform like star scream, i roll out and doll out
more lethal lines than you could count, even if you were blue ranger billy
i could spit one lil' bar and you would call it a millie.
A cypher post from back in march.
I'm ill like the T virus, i just
write want i want without thought like uhhh.....
My rhymes so ridiculous i could spit silence
that shit is impossible, like fly hens
Am i spittin' bout chickins wishin' they could fly
like pteradactyls, was there a cackle in the crowd?
I'm thinking so loud i just overlooked it
I'm krispy like kia shine, long overcooking my rhymes
even my breath is burnt, exhale smoke like chaser
and i drop lines at mach 5 rate like speed racer
see you later,I'm a machine like darth vader
and your just a copy like F.O.P's darth laser
I'm the reason your still around, your paper
i'm the laminator. your just a cartoon
and i am your animator.
what's real,
is it merely the factual
tangible and the practical
the things that are thought out, with tactical
precision, bound within the vision
of the mortal people living
in their gilded cages,
dismissing a child's desires
for freedom as just phases
is real just the bricks, in the walls, of the mazes
or is it something else, something totally amazing
maybe something crazy, or....
I might just be too lazy, to stand up straight and focus my gaze
focus my rage, become a politician
join the military, accomplish me a mission
then i might comprehend what is real
or it might be the end of real feel-
-ings, reasons to sing, the love a fling, and other shit
while I contemplate that I'mma write another hit
katana drama.
I slice nice, but i stab mad.
sheath stored beneath my coat, so it's cloaked, so you don't. see when i grab and......
swing, hear the blade sing
as the air splits, wind rips
into storms that could sink ships
and when turned against a human being,
It creates a sight you might regret seeing
to call it gruesome is the most truthsome statement ever made
It leaves frames forever flayed, filleted, with a bloody spray
a single flick cleans the blade pretty quick
a simply movement just erases all the evidence
of a thousand homes, now having one less resident
wind takes the things they wear
ravens take the skin and hair
bears and boars take flesh and bones
and now i'm left hear all alone......
until their sons come looking for revenge
then my katana drama, will just begin again.
katana drama 2
katana drama panorama of the battlefield
the air tastes bitter from the corpses littered far and near
I smell blood, and a few fresh final meals
my sword is still warm. go ahead, take a feel
and this time, i think i'll let it air dry,
and attract flies, but not to swat them with my hand
so I can see their legs get lopped off as they land
on my edge, wings and heads, escape and then
fall. as do all, who come across my cross
blade. guard. grip. worship it, as BOSS
not a god, for I can be destroyed
just not by any of the methods that you boys would dare employ
how dare I enjoy, playing with life like a toy?
I double dog dare, it's just a game, I'm just a boy
but when i grow up....... and show up at your home a man
with my sword in hand, I'll make you understand
why your father had to die, and his brothers, and why I
will always win, killing is my only sin.
I'm a lone monk, on a mountain where the air is thin
and i pray with my steel, stained pink from flesh that it's been in
I pray for you as well, so do not ever test my faith
or i'll perform a miracle
so you can meet your maker face to face.
I've got a very regulated education.
New tech, yet still I'm old school like segregation.
I feel the separation.
between students and staff,
so who do you ask,
when students whoop ass on you
and teachers harass you and,
try to be clever.
with "witty insults" they feel are above your level.
yet Isn't clear that if I'm here then when I hear you crack,
of course I'll snap. stop the class in is tracks
and return your spurns with a verbal attack.
but I can't do that. I'm supposed to act
like they're too smart.
I can't teach physics, but I get it when your ego sparks
don't let it light, or you might get scared and write me up
and then I'll really get pissed, but shit, I'm a kid so fuck
it................ I'll keep jumping through the hoops
taking notes, acing like a blank state, show you can show the proof
that your life wasn't wasted, but the "cool kids" still hate It.
when you try to act too cool for school. your my teacher, your my tool!
teach,test,repeat. FOOL.
I've got a chronic illness so I'm spittin' sick relentless
They say I could make money but my tastes are not expensive
then they call me eccentric, and they say that I'm senseless
they're mad i won't make money for them, they start an offensive
because I know I'm african, they call me afrocentric
accuse me of more "ists" and "isms" than they comprehend and
I know I say A lot of "they's" and "them's" but I'm too friendly
to throw out names of people, I don't even know as friends.
however if you persist, I'll break out al my curses
and I'll write you a verse to make you jump out of your fur. BITCH!
that was good to meQuote:
Originally Posted by mightythor
your like jabber jaw, you yammer on
your lines are stale but my spit is refreshing
count your blessings you won't be dressing
wounds after this diss
yeah your a beast, just a big Moby dick
but this is Ahab, and you've had it
" call me ishmael" this hail of harpoons soon
will tear you to shreds, and I'll take ya head
eat the flesh, burn the fat, wear the skin
in the end man wins, for he who owns his sins
masters what is within. so i call on pride and wrath
to thrash you down to your soul
your whole being, seeing you're owned
does that make you afraid?
you've been laid before the lion of zion, on the great mound
so pray he doesn't start before i bring a gods wrath down