Shizzah's Mental Asylum

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Originally Posted by Shizzah

http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5047/tyraelfo8.jpg

Sacred wings went from divine to obscene
Went from restoration spells to morphine
His once wise words now are profane
He owned three seas, like he was propane
Now he owns a swamp, dirty and muddy
He was an angel, fallen because his hands were bloody
He put people in danger, and now he's off and running
His blood tainted, with black corruption
His wings painted, with gray abduction
Once sainted, now hunted across the universe
He dispersed, to millions of words and murders
People kill in his name, people live in his name
He controls the pawns like it's a chess game
No shame, his terrible reign over the shadows untamed
A millenia of realm wars, Heaven vs Tyrael
Repertoire of hell's storms, Earth ended derailed
They hunted him for eternity, it turned to be
A legacy of murdering, raping and burdaining
Now the humanity carries out the hate
Hence, wars, serial killers and rape
As Tyrael continues deceiving heaven
Wicked thoughts were inserted,hence 9/11
But humanity is not on his agenda
Evading former brethren is main cause
Torture shows in hell, earning his applause
So now he's fallen, at the brink of peril
He's enjoying, but the big head is the devil
He is just a pawn, maybe a black knight
But he could be thrown out, hacked overnight
He sees that fact, and is filled with fright
Fallen, scarred, riddled with a blight
Once a might with the power of light
Now a coward,running from an illusion
Now he is destroyed, no more sinew

Story with no joy, to be continued

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Part 2 below

http://membres.lycos.fr/northrend/Tyrael2.jpg


Left faceless, corruption in his crest
It manifests through questlessness
Once a white sword, now a gray blade
His face once holy, now decayed and fade
His angelic mail now a rugged leather armor
Wings no longer there, he killed his hellish father
Learned his lesson,lived in depression
No profession in his possession,he had no facial expression
He had only one obsession, manic love for aggression
So he crafted a sword, and planned his redemption
In no need for confession, he ran without a question
He began a quest to the tomb of Lazarus
As he entered, he struck hazardous
Destroying the ancient spirits resting
With sick thoughts manifesting
He ransacked the sarcophagus
And took the sacred armor, sword and shield
Now he only need wings, to return to the battlefield
The rage within him, was not so beneath
He only wished for heavens to die from defeat
He wasn't the one to concede the deceit
The deception, was another reason for redemption
As the cold blood boils underneath his loins
He polishes his sword, and then he joins
The eternal warpath of heaven and hell
Centuries have passed since he fell
An army, under his emblem, assembled
Paragraphs of destruction, heavens shall tremble
Decades of preparation, made his wings angelic again
The fallen, blasting rampage upon his bretheren
The gates of heaven were breached
The ghosts were reached, the sound of war horns
Tyrael's army in a swarm of torn form
The throne of the sky quickly went from gold to black
What Tyrael took, is never coming back
An eternal curse, upon the world

And the people start living life in the aftermath

I'm done for now. I won't be dropping anything for some time.

Drop your thoughts, I wanna know what y'all think. Be the most rigorous you can.

PEACE

yo shizzah- you makin foolz go back and check their darts-
makin 'em re-evaluate their skillz and thingz.

you drop mad substance yo-

props brother-

The O-

Yo shizz, as I said couple of timez for now, I'm fuckin amazed with these lyrics.....
Even if Mental Asylum was written by some1 from english-speaking country, it would be still dope as hell, and all I can say is mad propz for writting these lyrics, cuz we have same prime language, and I am fuckin amazed how much talent for writting u have....

Keep droppin raw shyt Shizz....

Peace................
-suuuuuuuuu///

PS-Stvarno svaka cast care! Nemoj stati ovde, ocigledno imas talenta, nastavi da pises....;D

Thanks fam. Appreciate it. I wanna hear some criticism. What should I improve?

PEACE Mak

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Originally Posted by Shizzah

http://membres.lycos.fr/northrend/Tyrael2.jpg


Left faceless, corruption in his crest
It manifests through questlessness
Once a white sword, now a gray blade
His face once holy, now decayed and fade
His angelic mail now a rugged leather armor
Wings no longer there, he killed his hellish father
Learned his lesson,lived in depression
No profession in his possession,he had no facial expression
He had only one obsession, manic love for aggression
So he crafted a sword, and planned his redemption
In no need for confession, he ran without a question
He began a quest to the tomb of Lazarus
As he entered, he struck hazardous
Destroying the ancient spirits resting
With sick thoughts manifesting
He ransacked the sarcophagus
And took the sacred armor, sword and shield
Now he only need wings, to return to the battlefield
The rage within him, was not so beneath
He only wished for heavens to die from defeat
He wasn't the one to concede the deceit
The deception, was another reason for redemption
As the cold blood boils underneath his loins
He polishes his sword, and then he joins
The eternal warpath of heaven and hell
Centuries have passed since he fell
An army, under his emblem, assembled
Paragraphs of destruction, heavens shall tremble
Decades of preparation, made his wings angelic again
The fallen, blasting rampage upon his bretheren
The gates of heaven were breached
The ghosts were reached, the sound of war horns
Tyrael's army in a swarm of torn form
The throne of the sky quickly went from gold to black
What Tyrael took, is never coming back
An eternal curse, upon the world

And the people start living life in the aftermath

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YO SHIZZAH YOU GOT UR DARTS N BLADES SHARP ON THIS VERSE MAN I THINK UR LINKAGE OF WORDS IS ILL LIKE

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As the cold blood boils underneath his loins
He polishes his sword, and then he joins

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Thanks fam ^

Really appreciate it, coming from a writer of your calibre.

I really wanted those Tyrael verses to be special. Part 3 will probably come soon.

Again, thanks on the feedback.

PEACE Sheepish

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Originally Posted by Rainy Dayz

dope shit, u really 15?

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Hahaha, thanks, I'll take that as a compliment.

Yep, I'm really 15.

Adding aliases to current writer personality. I shall be now known as

Shizzah a.k.a. The Rugged Wizard a.k.a. Hells Cardinal a.k.a. Fallen Angel a.k.a. The General

excellent work shizzah/genius.

yo i'm ill, not your marginal rap singer
mad skillz but still takin longer to get on than Cardinal Ratzinger

What's Gizzin OT?

Here's a bar from every personality -

Shizz-

The best, who complexed the next level of chess-blessed text
I possess the skills to manifest as a bullet in the chest, through the vest

Rugged Wizard-

Take a bite from the Orions Belt, it never felt
Like the world is on a shelf, uplift yourself beyond wealth

Hells Cardinal a.k.a. The Fallen Angel-

The nasty smell of rotten bodies and corrupted blood
Unleash the fury of a thousand shotties, encrypted with mud

The General-

My dictionary is filled with profanity, the Degenerick General, can it be?
Guns and swords swinging and banishing, lives ready for the vanishing

just checked back for any new work-
like a fiend-

lookin forward to your next drop G-

peace-

I was taking a break from darting for a while...

Now the Wizard is back...

yo i gotta drop a quick one since i just wandered into the rugged asylum-

yo this hiphops now under my auspice
i'm takin emceez and tossin 'em in moshpits in Auschwitz
OTB got a Mossberg that spits
watchin shot-up flossers' moms and homies get nauseous

what up Shizzah/Genius!!

peace-

Can I get an O????

That's sick shit OTB.

Duh man.

[QUOTE=Shizzah;1225402]Thanks fam. Appreciate it. I wanna hear some criticism. What should I improve?

Nothing!!

^ Thanks fam, you know it means a lot.

LOL this nigga think he's holocaust. Rep.

Admit it Hollow....you dig Holocaust !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Originally Posted by Hollow Dartz

LOL this nigga think he's holocaust. Rep.

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Haha, thanks. Sometimes I just have to try and mirror his style. Simply magnificent

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Originally Posted by whers

Admit it Hollow....you dig Holocaust !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I think he does.

what up whers-
what up hzahollow-

yo shizz, i wound up in the asylum again, so here we go-

next intelligence jewels, like Kasparov and Deep Blue duels
OTB move and wet irrelevent fools like Pavlov's dog's drool
collosal feuds over fossil feuls led to deaths in Iraq and Kabul
soon you might see me come thru rockin white wools on the back of a mule

WHAT YO, its a select few who can see me sunn-

peace-

What up, the god OTB. So I've been listening to Alphabets and decided to drop some shit. Maybe not making as much sense as GZA....

Always bringin catastrophes, dangerous escalation
Fly a galaxy's holograph, I justify killing and neck laceration
Masked Nostradamus, on point answering questions
Respiratory systems targeted under valuable westerns
Xenophobic youngster surprisingly zesty

Alabama Blast-sander
Catyclismic Disaster Ender
Forensic Gender Holograpic Inkster
Jack-of-all-trades King Love Murky
Neoclastic Oval Pinkster
Queen Releasing Sali-vicious
Trembling Uteral Vagi-licious
Xcitement You-God Z-delicious

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Originally Posted by beautifulrock

Alabama Blast-sander
Catyclismic Disaster Ender
Forensic Gender Holograpic Inkster
Jack-of-all-trades King Love Murky
Neoclastic Oval Pinkster
Queen Releasing Sali-vicious
Trembling Uteral Vagi-licious
Xcitement You-God Z-delicious

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All you need is a sample that shouts "One" at the end of every second line, and you have a Ghostface jewel.

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Originally Posted by beautifulrock

Alabama Blast-sander
Catyclismic Disaster Ender
Forensic Gender Holograpic Inkster
Jack-of-all-trades King Love Murky
Neoclastic Oval Pinkster
Queen Releasing Sali-vicious
Trembling Uteral Vagi-licious
Xcitement You-God Z-delicious

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Originally Posted by Shizzah

All you need is a sample that shouts "One" at the end of every second line, and you have a Ghostface jewel.

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ha ha ha that'd be dope

Stay tuned...
Tyrael Pt 3 coming soon...
Fall of Mankind...

Basically, as Tyrael's war brought utter destruction to the world's surface, and corruption to human soul, mortals start gigantic-scaled wars. Tyrael is there to silence them.

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Originally Posted by Shizzah

What up, the god OTB. So I've been listening to Alphabets and decided to drop some shit. Maybe not making as much sense as GZA....

Always bringin catastrophes, dangerous escalation
Fly a galaxy's holograph, I justify killing and neck laceration
Masked Nostradamus, on point answering questions
Respiratory systems targeted under valuable westerns
Xenophobic youngster surprisingly zesty

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damn


It’s the Buddha flower dro holder
Microphone flow scoper looking for beats to rip open like surgery/
I know y’all haven’t heard of me
What’s to be said when I’m giving y’all digi snacks/
I don’t need to be no G I spit n feed myself
Ain’t nobody worried about you/
Y’all like Bebe’s Kids who ain’t got what they wanted so they taunted
I flaunted lines I rhymed wit multiples 3’s viewing me on 6 flat screen TVs/
You can try n bean ball me I leave you in the dust when I bust
Making more seeds in raps than I got in real life/
Y’all just strife about not being trife
So you want to go out like da god/
Ain’t no stones being thrown I own the chrome
Leave domes open by the way I drop knowledge/
I got my lines like Pythagorean Theorem you try to divide e’m
I relocate them like AREA 51 I stay 1 and done with when I’m spitting/
Even when I wrote it I spoke it like funerals in arenas
Subpoena the best rappers for beta data capture/
Outwit cha like The Joker just so I can watch the world burn
I am not logical per-say I’m just that chaotic without causing static/
Electrical like magnets agitate most by my attitude
Y’all still ain’t reach my lyrical platitude let along you can’t even spit past a few/
My mind works like movie reels we always spinning, we always writing scripts
We always recasting flows like flicks, we always in production despite any conduction/

Mongolian Steel

http://images.elfwood.com/art/k/a/ka...ddy_hill_2.jpg

As I unsheath the sword of the great warriors
I swish and cut everything through the corridors
One level down, from the dungeons down to the temples
Secrets buried for thousands of years... unveiled
For 16 days I prevailed, like in jail, with no room for bail
No shield in my other hand, going for the promised land
Found myself in caves, with live overground graves
Skeletal stenches sting your nose like wrenches
But can't go back, don't know the way back
The fact is that the math doesn't work in this torture rack
I stick the blade in one of the walls, the walls fall
I run as fast as I can, can't afford to stall
I felt rocks knock on my bloody heels
Stab a blade in your leg if you wanna know the feel
The sword remained whole, crafted by Mongolian Steel
My shattered morale went back to pick it up
It was buried in the ground and wasn't stickin out
I moved the obstacles, stone by stone
I swore to blood and gore until I break my every bone
Sword skills honed, I go in danger zones alone
I saw a demon, gleamin, I saw death in his eyes
Silver disguise, picking up the sword of the wise
He summoned a fireball of catastrophic proportions
I ran without any caution, struck the blade in his thigh in motion
The ball of fire, it's power expired, he summoned a whole empire
I ran away, like a coward before a grave
A bloody path, made, for days paved
I took my stance, raised my steel sword, roared
Crushed my own vocal chords, charged
Everything was enlarged, the vision in the back of my eye
I knew I'd die, but why? I snapped with the battle cry
One demon fell, the second quick after him, then the third
I was flapping my steel like wings of a bird
Millions of demons still remain, the battle goes on
The queue of foes' long, I move strong
An arrow struck me, my whole battle gone
Now I lay there, dead... killed
With the blood shining on my Mongolian Steel

Shizzah is one of my fav lyricists around here on the corp.

allow me to scribble sumin down here tonight...

Thanks man, appreciate it.

Be my guest, this thread is open to quality lyricism. If you're down, maybe we could collab sometimes?

stellar drop Shizz-

stellar-

i missed the image tho-

you should find a painting or graphic that goes with this-

thats your trademark bro; the trademark i JACKED from you when i dropped the OTB and Prophet Picasso thread!!

but peace yo-

everytime i enter the asylum i get blessed with polished gems-

Good lookin out bro. Thanks. You know that shit my trademark.

But you can use it any time of day bro.

But... While I was writing this, I wasn't looking back. This is a new style. I was just imagining me going through that shit, and was just writing shit. Most of the lines fell into rhymes without me even using my mind. I was just... feeding off the line I wrote before. No looking back.

I'll hook this one up with a shiny pic.

Peace bro. Thanks for the lookout.

damn son u ripped it

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Originally Posted by Prince Rai

Shizzah is one of my fav lyricists around here on the corp.

allow me to scribble sumin down here tonight...

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Second that quote, he actually is my favorite next to 5 cut!

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Originally Posted by Shizzah

Mongolian Steel

http://images.elfwood.com/art/k/a/ka...ddy_hill_2.jpg

As I unsheath the sword of the great warriors
I swish and cut everything through the corridors
One level down, from the dungeons down to the temples
Secrets buried for thousands of years... unveiled
For 16 days I prevailed, like in jail, with no room for bail
No shield in my other hand, going for the promised land
Found myself in caves, with live overground graves
Skeletal stenches sting your nose like wrenches
But can't go back, don't know the way back
The fact is that the math doesn't work in this torture rack
I stick the blade in one of the walls, the walls fall
I run as fast as I can, can't afford to stall
I felt rocks knock on my bloody heels
Stab a blade in your leg if you wanna know the feel
The sword remained whole, crafted by Mongolian Steel
My shattered morale went back to pick it up
It was buried in the ground and wasn't stickin out
I moved the obstacles, stone by stone
I swore to blood and gore until I break my every bone
Sword skills honed, I go in danger zones alone
I saw a demon, gleamin, I saw death in his eyes
Silver disguise, picking up the sword of the wise
He summoned a fireball of catastrophic proportions
I ran without any caution, struck the blade in his thigh in motion
The ball of fire, it's power expired, he summoned a whole empire
I ran away, like a coward before a grave
A bloody path, made, for days paved
I took my stance, raised my steel sword, roared
Crushed my own vocal chords, charged
Everything was enlarged, the vision in the back of my eye
I knew I'd die, but why? I snapped with the battle cry
One demon fell, the second quick after him, then the third
I was flapping my steel like wings of a bird
Millions of demons still remain, the battle goes on
The queue of foes' long, I move strong
An arrow struck me, my whole battle gone
Now I lay there, dead... killed
With the blood shining on my Mongolian Steel

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Bump, now with a pic.

Oh, and thanks for the love yo. I'm open for collabs always.

lisn man, im feeling a collab big time, i think our rymes can blend and ive seen some light on the freestyles we have on the other forum nahmean?

what u think?

choose a topic, a theme, a crazy theme the corp might wanna read to the end...

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Originally Posted by Prince Rai

lisn man, im feeling a collab big time, i think our rymes can blend and ive seen some light on the freestyles we have on the other forum nahmean?

what u think?

choose a topic, a theme, a crazy theme the corp might wanna read to the end...

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Let's do this by PM, I'll hit you up any minute.

Peace

peace bro, lets do this

Drop battle axes master pyroclastic raps
Zip zap through domes like electrical jolts/
I fold up like collapsible swords used in highlander
My shit ain’t no slouch wanna take a gander/
I’m the one armed bandit smashing rhymes like atoms
Leaving protons shattered with flows that remain scattered/
I reload my mind with fuel for the blind open your mind
Optional with Chicago Winds and earthly trends/
Break your legs, limbs and shins my mind bends steel in the end
Shapely sharp throwing darts reprise seven chakras
Operate minds mechanized like thematic operas/