mightythor thread

from january. about people and police

people here often confuse fear and respect
and they expect to recognized while they
hide from the higher eyes
when cornered by men, these boys see lions
and to avoid the jaws we quickly start lying
and when we see those eyes so prying
we take to flying and the "lions" take to chasing
and we both take to dying
and other people confused authority with superiority
they control, not maintain, and both their
honor and the pavement stained
but there and some who's duty is clear
however no man is immune to fear
and they see the public as wolves drawing near
a man sees a wolf as a creature so beneath him
a waste of the time lost as his sword is unsheathing
and the "wolves" are cut down, before they can attack
and a wolf is not a wolf if the pack won't strike back

Quote:

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Originally Posted by thatKid

that was good to me

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thanqs

I'm a monstrosity, it's impossible to say possibly
because it's definite, truth so firm you could rest in it
and rest assured, i am surely secure
in my belief that i'm beneath
nothing but the sky, but i'm a loser, i'm not fly
i'm just riding my high horse, fed on my pride of course
i got mojo like jojo, the power-puff one,
and flow just like flo-jo, so the medal is won
and my medal is one of honor, on her lips my name was born
and when my mother took it from her, she became a woman scorned
but when she read the rhymes i said then she became a woman warmed
because she knew that i deserved, the name she claimed as her own words.
OMAR, so far it's worked for me like bats with sonar
and if I go deaf i guess i'll scream it till my throat sparks
and I can only say OHM, as a form of meditation
it has many meanings, but just take one
and leave the rest for friends and guests
so they'll stay blessed when I say (i'm) done

funeral procession for my obsession over possessions. and it's reincarnation into my constant progression

I used to spit bull shit
whack like a mob don givin hand jobs
I was like a bomber, but sans "bomb"
er......... emergency when you heard me
I was hurting my pencil, suicide
I was just a stencil, who am I?
then for a time, I became, TOX-IC
not sick, ill spit, i could kill the weak off real quick
but I left the strong, so they left me. GONE
I was all alone dead zone, my head bone
was just SO.......... vacant
no thought........................
just instinct left latent, awakened
like a bear from hibernation I WAS BEAST
ready to feast on some beats and release
feral rage, mean like wolverine on colored page
but I am real, i see, taste, touch, hear and feel
so I calmed. the closed fist switched to open palms
which then rested on a keyboard.
i found some inspiration in the internet, i needed more
i clicked raps quick too make addicts
snap of the whip wit, with which I write slick ice
flow like snow, catch a flake on your tongue
and come among the cats who scream "he spits crack!!"
FoRgEt that!!! and get aware, I spit air
the wind blows within prose
hurricanes rose from my brain flows
so when I say i spit oxygen
don't knock it cuz then, my rhyme's stoppin' and then
there's no air to breath, see, some rap is like crack to a fiend
I'm like air to all beings..........
OHM, it means all that your seeing.

some other persons
they talk of "perfect"
what is that word?
I've never heard it
cuz when i spit a verse, no words are ever spoken
jaws just drop open
like they're all broken
I am so focused, that
I barely noticed
but people tell me later
they think it's real important
I know I'm dope and def and ill and fresh
what else is new
I'm also fly and spry and sly like spies with private eyes
no private part is private, i get
all the information
and I write verses with it
no bless this curs-ed nation
I'm not a patriot, as you can plainly see
I'm not of legal voting age, so don't complain to me
so I just bide my time
confide my mind in rhyme
you find my rhymes contrived?
that thought is so confined
who am I? I am OHM
I'll open his mind
I'm like a higher power
that charges by the hour


I can't be stopped
I'm like a bullet, in a world of pudding
that thought is off putting
to all you soft "hoodies"
gangsta in appearance, but
also full of fear and no guts
they act and lie
and if you ask them why
they'll come back and reply
"it's for the balla life"
but they don't wanna work
they don't wanna hustle
yet they expect muscle
and so they get nuthin
and then they get to cussin'
some even get to rappin'
bout all they're violent trappin'
and I just get to laughin
cuz they know it never happened
but critics get to clappin
they shower them in praise
it rains for 40 days
then they get flushed away
they not the human species
not even human feces
BULL SHIT, full of tricks
but they ain't hudini
I'll make em' disappear
I'll get em outta here!
with just my pencil and some paper
and a lack of fear


I know you hear my lyrics
but do you really listen
the song is almost over
my speech is nearly finished
I've still got more to say
so put the track on loop
and let it all replay
and I'll reiterate,
the things you may have missed
my name is O-H-M, ohm
please remember this
it is an acronym
it stands for Ohm Has Meaning
in every verse and hymn
and every bar I'm reading
the context of my text is complex
leave subjects perplexed
mental wrecks from the verbal hex
your sure to be next, If
you have an empty head
my rhymes are special mines
that leave light thinkers dead
In state like veggies on a plate
so i suggest you think, before it's too late
this is no threat on life
this is a threat on mics
I'm a rapper who's no trapper
not dapper
i just do what i like
peace out

ill fantastic, that haz-mat can't fix
hear that i MIGHT spit, and just say that they QUIT!
yeah that's it!! I want that shit
i can make em clap but i wanna make em THAT SICK
quick addicts, OHM! they gotta have it
nab it, fight at the record store and stab a bitch so they can grab it
not just fame but infamy, governments insist that he
he as in me, needs U.N evaluation, too many fans in every nation
how can he calm a mob, when some bullets in the face can't
perplex and bewildered
at my skill
for texts that kill worse
than H-bombs, yet they STILL THIRST
because i execute expectation
and when the track commits treason I destroy without haste
then
you can paste together a face from
what's left after I lay waste, to this god forsaken place
of that god forsaken race, that you should thank god for savin'
WAIT!!!
the terms I'm using could be viewed as confusing
because the words that I'm choosing
are ordered to cause some brain bruising
perusing my rhymes I hope you eventually find
the serious theories and the meaning behind
go home and cry if you think hip-hop died
this is simply evolution and the truth is
I'M ALIVE!!


*if u like it, spread it. be sure you don't forget it, and trust you won't regret it, when i blow up like unleaded

I'm so ill that they call me kim jong,
I hid bombs within songs,
i did wrong and moved on
my neighbors lawn, I made them gone
so to speak,
I sow defeat
so retreat, before I reap
more than a world leader
I'm a world eater
Galactus, attacks just
are so evil
who woulda seen i was this mean
while I was grown fetal
soon as the womb was split
they knew my spit was so fecal
I need power so i fill fear into my needle
when i inject you should eject
expect me to delete you.
for no other reason that I need one
more show of force.
The darth invader
light saber carves my rhymes
in victims hides
with no remorse
mechanical tyrant,
my word is a migrant
any where that you find it
is ANYWHERE, stay reminded
for if you forget my warning
missiles will get swarming
and you won't believe it
like global warming.
I am exempt from temperature
because I fire rockets
with an icy cold stare from my eye sockets
your just a link in the chain, while I am the sprocket
I control your path, your future, past, all in my pocket
I've been on the side lines for a long time
so with a long rhyme, I'll make you all mine
I haven't struck your homes yet, but i've left your mind
in pieces seeking leadership, and i'll be what you find.
OHM for president, no known evidence
of me ever losing so the opponent is irrelevant

I was over this, but gravity came and got my ass. i got too much mass, and can't find a big enough mask


they said DON'T DO IT!!!!
and i said screw it
they tried to teach me, and i just blew it,
off
i cut class like emo kids with cheat sheets on they wrists
and the teacher's just ask "is he sick?, has he flipped?"
I'm too heavy to flip, to steady to trip, and my weight is deadly i rip
preset judgements,
like edward scissor hands blogging
I've got extra large raps trapped in an average large noggin
but.
lately.
I'm not as sure of myself, my emotional health
am i invoking up Hell, have we just run out of wealth
DOES THIS RECESSION HAVE AN AFFECT ON
MY VERY PERCEPTION??? or.......................
am i really this desperate, that I've caused great depression?
i don't feel upset. until after we talk
and i start to regret, that i just sat there and gawked
at the words you put down on my smudged up screen
they make it glow brighter than supernova from my wildest dreams
the absence of audio, is the audio of absence
the sound of detachment.
here's where i start laughin'
reading what i put here i seem pretty stupid
just for rhymes sake here i'll just put down: cupid
in fact......... I"M GONNA PUT DOWN CUPID
i'll go flashing lights video on him! but no music
but I think i'll wear pants.... ANYWAY!, lets go back
to the point that i had when i first began my attack
I feel like I'm building a road off a cliff
inch by inch, and i know, that this
Is dangerous, but i continue anyway
BUT THE FASTER I BUILD!!!, the further she moves away
the horizon, the line between nothing and all
and even though i might fall
i can't pause....
but if I rush this my road will lack support
of course
and i can feel it crumble so i fumble for materials
I can no longer see the people at the cliff but I can hear them go
"MAN THIS WILL KILL YOU!!!, THIS THRILL YOU SEEK, YOU CAN'T HANDLE!!!"
but I'm so far out now that i can't understand.
so i build
and i will
till the horizon's in my hand.

* i deleted every line after "but no music" by accident and had to rewrite it. what you see here is maybe 80 90% as good as before....

why is jay on the hook?
am i fishin in brooklyn?
look, when
a track like this gets loose
you dig ya hooks in
now that i'm on the mic
i'm in position to strike
so who do i wanna smite
with my newfound might?
i could bark like the dog phife
attack phony rappers
but they make me look better
so i'll save them for after
my victory laughter
I'm the vernacular master
my rap game raised itself
I'm a lyrical bastard
I got it!
i'll just say bye to A-R
i once was O-MAR
but now it's just OHM
do you get it so far?
am i up to par
with the rest of y'all
dogs?
Pause
this is the start of a new identity
i mentally murdered the old me
so is it suicide, i just asked who am i?
and at that moment all the lies just died.


i just had to catch my breath
and when my air flow stopped
you just clutch ya chest
you can't trust the rest of these
signs you receive
the source of that force of course will deceive you
believe you me, I've come to relieve you
indeed, they will try to impede
but try as they might
they just can't match my speed
i'm the GOAT i attack the weeds
who attach to our roots to feed
on the future of my seed!
so i chew through the leaves on their family trees
It's winter all year round when they see me they freeze.
fall to their knees and plead
that my sword will be sheathed
and i ought to be peeved
and enraged, but i stay calm
and chant OHM while i raise my prayin palm.
and play it by ear, and prey on they fear
i have capacity for mercy
some where in here,
let me look.............


i found a few hot bars
so i'll let you cook
burn off some of those carbs
so you can change you're outer look
i changed within
and that changed my out-look
me without rap is a school without books
a prison without crooks,
i think you get the picture
so freeze frame my name,
don't forget it or i'll come get'cha
and as a kid i heard ash say
gotta catch em' all.
and that's the way i learned to play
and i play the game for all that it's worth.
every token till the last one cuz that's how i work
and i think this word play is working out
let me work up a sweat,
while i'm working through doubt
no matter how supreme i may seem
i'm still a living being
who just happens to be
a little godly with words
i wrote this gospel in an ancient text
of hip-hop terms
so have faith in OHM
as you roam
"cuz the whole of my soul
is simply my will to control"

I'm too happy
please laugh at me
I need some aggression to lessen
my lyrical lacking
i produce imperical rapping
when I'm attacking an enemy
but generally
I just assemble rhymes randomly
and on occasion I just throw in some ill shit
and abandon thE
message
and leave you guessing
as to what I'm really saying
"is he even saying anything, or is he just playing?"
I'M SLAYING!!!
but that isn't the issue at hand
now that I'm holding you hostage
I think i'll issue demands
I will command understanding
and start reprimanding
every little damn thing
you say that sounds doubtful
with out y'all I'm nothing
but without me your suff'ring
so trust me.
I'm a lyricist, you're hearing THIS
then you're lucky

damn you jjust get slepped on.

lot's of nice lines. enjoy readin' it

thanks. i don't really advertise so people only look if they want to. thank you for readin tho'

"illegal" vivid visuals, make livid individuals. but i continue into criminal living because it gives me soul

Aristotle with the aerosol
philosophize before your eyes,
without a care at all for law
I paint a portrait of Nefertiti
on concrete canvas
and just
lust over my graffiti
but I can't trust that you won't reveal me
vandalism is illegal
DAMN THE SYSTEM, my can is REGAL
but I must sign with a pen name
otherwise it is END GAME
arrest and incarceration
my best works left uncared for
halfwits pass it off as theirs, or
administration paints em' blank
their view of art is stagnant. rank
I remain nameless and you have them to thank
"ATOMIC VOMIT" is my moniker
too vile to smile, and too bright to monitor
I've given the greatest images, ever found on this earth
always from my heart, i put my blood on these walls
and so i bleed with a need to feed these "dracula" halls
I am a tagger. i am the street at it's core
i am hip-hop, in it's pure visual form.

i said in another poem "i don't dream i scheme"
so precise with my life that it seems serene
but behind the scenes i struggle to maintain the seams
and refrain from being seen as just another mortal being
i wanna live forever, i wanna be remembered
i wanna form the ember
that will burn through the coldest december
i wanna inspire you, and all of my siblings
so I give things a twist, put a spin on my sinnings
my pride could be the death of me
but what do you expect from me?
to lie down and accept the things
exactly as they're set for me?!
all of my life i've been told i had potential
but suddenly they feel that i have ego exponential
because i make language into a basic elemental
next to earth,wind,water,fire,space,time
there is rhyme. and as far as i'm concerned, it is all mine
and now i find myself staking claim to a force of nature
but if it helps mankind to strive,
i'll gladly take the devils hatred.
pride is a sin that i commit with no regret
if my memory can call up courage
even from hell my smile is set.

cold hearted martyr perfected the art of dying. rigor mortis forces rigid movement, stops his crying

i wanna make you cry
so i can see your tears
and imagine how it feels
to be crushed by your fears
bum rushed, by your doubts
without any hopes left
and yes, i might enjoy the breath
you take in as i drive my knife deeper
GASP! for air, as if that will keep her
alive, i draw you close, i feel your heart beat next to mine
how warm you are, your hand on my back
it sends shivers down my spine
and i, close my mouth. the blade disappears
and those words that pierced your heart, no longer here
but you won't forget what i set into motion
i won't take it back though, despite what you'd hope. one
would think that she'd leave, run away with the hero
but I'm not a villain, I'm a king. but king Nero
I'll build you a temple of gold, with bare hands
but to do that i must burn the trees and churn land
fire before ash, ash before glass
crystalline dreams seems so pure, despite their past
we're in the first stage,
paper cut on the first page,
drip down a blood stain
that ruins the ink lain
down before you picked me up
YOU changed me, YOU made me
yours when i tasted blood.
the fuel of love, it boils when i bring you up
I like your voice
i love your skin
i hate what you've brought up from in
my heart
but worship you as well, for what it's done for my art
"goddess of happiness" a little long for a name
i'll call you joy, shorter than what you call yourself,
but the meaning's the same
yet i lament this elation because, it seems like a game
I earned my trophies and records and scores
but it's all intangible, my hands crave much more
my mind, heart, 'manhood' wage bloody war
i should stop, i should slow, i should run
i should, could, would, but right now. i am done.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by mightythor

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.

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^ This is sick yo

"my state of mind, and other abstract concepts
that make up the context, of my complex conscience."

^ My jaw dropped when I heard this lol. Dope.

thanks man

dopeness

THankS! holcaust

problematic dramatic habits, i'm flowing rabid and going mad it's truly tragic. i need battle so lemme have it!!

i blow minds like proffessor X
attempting sex
with his best
telekinetic tricks
I tell the pathetic pricks
who diss my prophet spit
that i'll spin what they say
like a beyblade when i let it rip.
I'm the shit from the dysentery spread on slave ships,
whilst I display this collection of lessons
i bet not one jaw is closed,
i'll leave you froze in a pose
like photo, so go
with the knowledge (like you're leaving from college)
that I'm dropping bombs with
no lacks in my accuracy
actually attacking the targets so accurately
that my actions compete with those past mass catastrophes
hiroshima and katrina introduced to "the final solution"
modern polution, the dino extinction, and spanish rule over Incan
kingdoms, in some ways you could say, that i shouldn't exist
but get this,
with a single bar i'll make the situation flip
i could bring you bliss, as i spit
pure morphine, war seems, not to exist
serenity is remedy for anything that makes you sick
in my verse is child's birth, that coincides with a lovers open mind
christmas morning, eagles soaring, and boring clouds just drifting by
any need you know I'll feed just heed my words and you and i
could live like gods and never die
but my devil side wont lie behind, he stands beside
in case the fates, should all decide
that you'd deny, and lie, and try to pry me from my happyness
then the yin yang switches sides
good becomes evil, but hey that's life.
right?

bomb raps combat wombat attacks, because i'm out of pocket when i drop it. as simple as that

I'm a bulemic behemoth,
i cannot even conceive it
i spit the shit, then i see it
and vomit on it like eagles
while feeding the feeble
chiks with haters beef,
they chew it up then release
pure liqud, sicknin, no pieces
it's flowing, and so the
hatchlings are growing
I AM THE ROC
FROM THE WESTERN AFRICAN DESERT
WINGS BLOCKING THE SUN
BECAUSE I'M FLYER THAN MISSILES RIPPING THROUGH JETS ON THE RUN
WE GO BY ORDER OF RANK, THEN I AM LESS THEN ONE
HERE GO THE ZERO, CAN'T BE COUNTED WITH THE REST OF YOU BUMS
yes i'm upsetting the census
relentless thrash at your senses
MY SPIT FLOWS IN A VORTEX
CONTORTING CEREBRAL CORTEX
SO I AM MORE OR LESS
A TELEPATHETIC RECK,
SCREAMING FOR YOUR RESPECT
PROTECT YA NECK
OR I'LL PART YOUR ARTERY
AND SPILL SO MUCH BLOOD THEY CAN'T INSPECTDAH DECK
I KICK RAPS LIKE LU KANG
AGAINST THE 9 MASTERS OF WUTANG
KILLIN IT!!!!!
UP OUT MY CHEST COMES DEATH LIKE THE LAST BREATH OF HUSSEIN
DID I SHOCK YOU? THESE AREN'T BARS THEIR BOLTS! CALL ME MISTER USSAIN
OR BETTER YET ZEUS, WITH A NOOSE TO LET YOU HANG
i am best when I express aggression
but what else were you expecting?
from the black samurai, NOT the samuel L. guy
you got to say yasuke!
yell like i goy you HEY
I'M NAT TURNER WHEN I TURN PAGES THROUGH THE BOOK OF THE DEAD
RECITE RIGHT FROM NECRONOMICON, I PUT A CURSE ON YOUR HEAD!
may you be plagued for 1000 days
by howls of hounds resoundingly astounded
when they found what i say
the point is that i nurture pure AND curse for sure
these verses lure, both devils and angles
no ulterior angels, i simply dangle above danger
I wanna be a hero, but fear calls to my anger
i fillet a cave man, so i spit no club bangers
this is an empirical lyrical period
vinerial material searing the
meager flesh,
like i'm holding the ovaries of the "so called" weaker sex
for you see in these hands i hold nothing but mic's
even after this disaster, i bet you'll say "DAMN he's nice"

colossal beast from the deep sleep creeps in the morning, footsteps concealed by the lightest of snoring

spit an incredible sedative, put you to sleep
appear right there in your nightmares
throwing signs up from elm street
a hell breed, exhale heat,
burn you like freddy, body ready for ingestion
cannibalism isn't even a suggestion
do not contemplate the lesson
let me reveal the facts:
not considered a human due to qualities that i lack.
such as fear and self doubt, hold iron spine in my back
obscure posture got your monsters to attack
they're not used to bipedal upstanding young men
some aim true with full metal pump triggers and then
lay dismayed when their spray ricochets away
incantations i pray, arch the path, like lambs led astray
sheep seek their shepherds, who treat bullets like lepers
but you cannot outrun what was launched from a gun
so i guess their life left em.
but i'm still in your dream world, who did i kill?
inner demons who feed on courage, shrinking your will
fear is my only enemy, rap is my only remedy
isn't he fearless?, you hear correct, but you aren't dead to me
i interact, make contact with the masses
stand atop chasms and shout out life's answers
calm hand to stop spams, firm grip rips out cancers
and when you awake. you take, a second glance or
long gaze at your mirror. something is different
your eyes seem brighter and whole spirit is lifted
and i slip away, in the slow groggy morning
grinning, still many hours for more "things"
yeah, that's what i'll call them.........

"obviously out of place, but it'd be a waste, waiting for you to race to outer space"

omartian; definition:
Bespectacled extra terrestrial
lobotomize guys
so they grow into vegetables
dissection so
i can collect their testicles
cuz i go balls out when i shout
these technical messages
expressing sick
vestiges of a mind infested with
no less than six.
Teen bars at any second it's
time for a rhyme, finding mine
is no excellent feat,
don't be surprised
when you meet great white and you see teeth
perhaps it's his dentistry
his whole body's chemistry
maybe i'll let you see
ingest you in ecstacy
consume whole, exume bones
excreting them orally
digesting the flesh
and spit shit that's more "you" than me
i'm a phony-vorian
they're all that i eat
every person i greet
is seen as prey, or a mate possibly
probably even both, if the female is crossing me
causing me stress i guess plausibly she's not awed by me
but after she's gnawed by me.....
I can guarantee, she wont express bull shit audibly
i can detect the pulse in your neck aurally
so many senses,
perception beyond comprehension
receiving signals, satellite type reception
yet. One of me only?
Not what you expected?
I'm a parasitic species nesting
in your vestments, boring into your chest with
no pain, brain won't notice,
so it's sure that you're infected!!!!!!
"the meak shall inherit the earth" so that's why you climb
but i am stronger i get it first!!!! You'll get the scraps to find
megalomaniac, weapons go ratatat!
That is if i used them, which i don't,
so smile at that fact
i'm grinning like cheshire cat
cuz i don't need a gat to attack
i spit acidic raps.
Dissolve it all and sip the soup through a straw
"the 'real' best part of waking up" folgers was wrong
>=}

raps so immaculate
activating extravagance
metaphor for warfare,
compare to a javelin
there's no distracting it
blast through your battlements
stab to the abdomen
ravage and damage them
mentally i slay them,
AKA it's mayhem
now we move to literal
i am simply spitting so
the ripping you was trivial
just giving you a show
kicking you a flow
chun-li, Bun-B fusion,
amusing your soul
glow
Bruce leroy
spinning
heads just like a B-boy
living in the rhythm,
like a serpent in the grass
great egyptian asp
clasp at the flask of existence
i sip then it's dripping
with-in
veins
in this
brain
metamorphosize in my mind
not a butterfly, more like a toad
twist necks when i ribbit, turn heads when i croak

granted that granite has it's cold exterior, it's boldly peering towards the warmth of fearful hearts

lone soldier lost in his own land
last survivor of the living terracotta clan
seen a lot of man kind's wars and fought in more than the history books will ever record
so many secrets he can't tell, worn out vocal chords
trying to out yell the rockets, screaming out orders
more over there's no one alive willing to listen
and not a single ghost will kiss him, he probably killed them
thousand yard stare everywhere that he goes
heart palpitations and paranoia prevent his peepers from creeping even partly closed
only partly clothed, his epidermis is a sheet of burned and butchered stone
long iron bones, his hight might leave the kids in fright
basically he's a bat that stayed out past the night
forever out of place, waiting patient to escape this day light
but the advent of his evening would mean things no one keeps in mind
his inner peace is releasing his sword to feast on foreign hides
lit out a sigh of relief at he's calm for now
but will the son of stone neglect your home when sun goes down?
shhhhhhhhhhhhh! don't make sound........ he's walking back around.........

successful remix

actually i'm kinda tired of life
tired of nights,
waiting for the rising of light
i got some problems with insomnia
but hey i'm alright.
all i do is write,
and it doesn't take a lot out of me
but i put a lot into it wishing
someone was proud of me
who didn't feel they needed to
because we are family
calamity,
in my mind might bring on some insanity
i just wanna live happily....

(hook)

so what the fuck is success?
it's nothing unless, you share it
that's what people expect, accept
i'm not even sure what i need
to receive, that'll make me believe
that i'm indeed successful
unless you, put it into words
i can't put it into verse
then my voice will not be heard
i might as well be in a hearse
and yes it hurts
to admit your life might not be worth
the work to keep it going....
well that is only if your living as a phony
i'm as real as thought itself
so thoughts of self, help to console me
contemplating my consciousness
got me saying that i'm the best
counting up my confidence
contradicts with my common sense
arrogant
that's the label i was stamped with
life handed me this attitude
to amplify my aptitude
rapping to you
i'm clasping onto what is aptly due
to me,
I can't conceive a deeper reason
i'm just feeling that it should be

(hook)

a woman........ what else do i need
i could die right now, but nobody would grieve
my mother told me "i love you, because we are family"
so is it too much want a love to be handed to me?
willingly? without somebody billing me
getting caught, and having boys in blue intensely grilling me
going to prison with villains who think of killing me
as just another way to pass the the time until they hit the streets
of course it wasn't worth the risk
so i guess i'll strike ho's off the list
none of them bitches here
i'm like the grinch who stole christmas
if you don't get this, i'll gladly explain
and then i"ll know i succeded in expanding your brain
i stand in the rain, call it self afflicted baptism
to me rap isn't
just another occupation
it's a way to clear my fears with no inoculation
i need this

(hook)

the need to be a lyrical elite
is what feeds my waking moments
it's my substitute for sleep
so it isn't my dream
more of a mission.
i was bred for spittin'
got the cobra wishing
he was living up to my description
prophets allude to bars i use
when they describe their visions
you see i have achieved
a depth that light has barely stricken
and yet i'm on a level where there's barely air to live in
paradoxical oxymoronic shit
got the philosophical logical folks in love with this
but this is how i exhale i barely notice it
as the words flow from my lips
and maybe my hands will catch it
write it down before it slips
and if you're feeling somewhat lost in this
then i succeeded in proving my own intelligence
but that's irrelevant
success is knowing your the best
and never yelling it........
for if you build it, they will come
and i'm making an arc
for the very flood that i've begun

(hook)

can i see success through a jewel?
is victory the ability to write the rules?
do you only achieve when people clap for you?
i'm asking what exactly do we have to do?
i simply try to live from day to day
try to laugh, and write some killer raps along the way
record a couple just so i can hear the music play
and marvel at my words as if they've come from far away
i'd compare it to hearing a child say:
"i love you",
but hey, maybe i exaggerate
but maybe my guess was dead on.
so that's the bid i'm gonna bet on
i see success through a plastic lense
victory is when i spittin mean with all my friends
i achieve every time that i pick up a pen
i'm sorry mr. songz i guess i'm "off the" hook again.
so i'll say "what do you wanna be"

You got rhymes for days Thor nice stuff in your thread!

thanks cuzz :) and yeah i just put EVERYTHING in this one thread

BRAIIIIIIIIIIIIINS!!

expect to leave epileptic when you exit, i reflect aurora.
spittin this so sick i make em cringe in gomorrah.
definition of def, left scholars illiterate
leave them stupified with lines is scribed in ancient sandscrit
hostile philosophies please try to understand it
but underhanded tactics demand that you be reprimanded
punishment for sin i'll leave you spammed like an inbox
iller than a trojan worm downloaded with no virus block
i get top, level competition smitten with my flows
enemies turned allies with the simplest sympathetic prose
symposiums on synaptic systems secretly stored inside my bars
the need for your cerebral to conceive, means i dumb down for y'all
intellectuals into vegetables, visa versa, side effects of the
surgical precision i utilize when i screw you guys
mounting is merely mental, "no homo" need not be utilized
you'll need a tutor to decide if you approve these 16 lines.

so good at this, i can start a verse saying "fuck the rhyme"
but i don't just fuck the rhyme, make love with lines i'm so sumblime
la petit morte, i slay your mind and then revive
accelerating your circulation, then i put your pulse on pause
in this instant she is dead, i'm a killer, sick like saw
while i'm still inside she revitilises eyes get wide, i feel like god
conception is such an immaculate act that in fact, like light it has no flaws
so awed by what i've done, tears run from my black almond eyes
no that is simply sweat, outside my mind, i cannot cry
lyrics spill out red hot, flowing long like dreadlocks
coming all of the sudden like kids born from out of wedlock
bastards like myself, born standing up straight
master of thyself,i say to my reflection every day
i couldn't have been born of love, no wedding, so that love's refuted
but i am not a person, i'm a poem, and that's undisputed
i am 16 bars, spit mean but marred by bad grammer
so i speak in slurs and slang, intellect masked by bad manners
often assumed to be the dude, who treat you rude, this makes me madder
but i just say "fuck your words" then forget her like i've never had her
see whenever you dis me, i have a quickie, screwing up your mind
now you've lost all innocence, it's food for me, my favorite kind
save your lines, i've got my own, and mine are better anyway
me and all my children, all my verses, have one thing to say
{insert clever phrase in here} and have a nice day.

viscous with my consistency,
spittin these sticky sick sixteens
come hard at your neck like a 10 inch erection
learn to deep throat dope or choke, learn your lesson
intricate implications, make one big congression
all to debate extreme themes i'm expressing
no guessing, just educating, read signals
that i'm relaying, specifically "what's he saying?"
just simply, that i'm not playing
i'm ready willing, unstable,
and wrapping up like a cable
and laughing at all their fables, unable
to calm my rage so i turn it into amusement
and use it against their logic,
dislodge it and spit some knowledge
like college level professors confessing
that they have accepted sex for
passing A's what i'm trying to say
is that i'm passion-ATE
like i ate passion fuit like every day,
and i ain't gassing you up just to drive away,
if you'll let me i will stay.......
........... what do you say?

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Great Lyrics man, keep it up

thnx mayne

rabidly stab at your established vocabulary
using euphamisms uthanizing useless hazard laden
phrases containing lazy linguistics is my interest
metamorphosize inside, the force of rhymes contorting minds
you're sorting through my lines and bars, you'll find you are
beyond lost, I'm twisting up your thoughts with
mental havoc that I'm known to cause
products of the 3/5 clause my peers are often
cheeply bought, it seems we ought
to thin the herd, i'll spit some vivid violent verbs
it might be heard as literal by those who ain't been spittin pure
and gettin your attention by circumventin the rule of law
tellin lies to you guys and disrespecting us all
i'm half hazardly passing gravity, they expect me to fall
but land can't handle me so i stand above all the dogs
walk with the G's 5 percent of us call them gods
rappin out of this world like i hatched from a pod
i hover like no other, golden lotus floating on a pond

i'll put a dot on your head like a brahman in new dehli
make it 6 six like a shaoilin, nigga are you ready?
simply for the sake of fame? never claim that i ain't deadly
you'll be fossilized before they find you, see? cement is setting

"you're killin' it, you're the bomb son" i'm no killer you're just playing possom

active in every undertaking
im making profits, progress
and yes debts but none the less
i've left stress to the rest of the chess pieces.
i am king,rule things like 12 inches
carved as niches in hickory switches.
grip victory with a quicksilver like swiftness.
if he slip on my slickness
you'll witness a split crest
possibly dead as red spreads
through his vestments
icognito ne'er do wells
investigate my investments
i guess they're obsessed with
this spit that i'm blessed with
but remember "no stress" kid
so i let it,
slide off my sides like i'm
dressed in fresh teflon
even deflect bombs
as i reflect on wrongs
in my long swan songs
and the meanings are lost on
my readers, but either
they never see them
or someway they now know
how my brows furrow as i burrow into
my past rap lessons
leaving gashes and black abscesses
on the grey matter recesses
fn my less than "brilliant" brain
and no i haven't changed i remain
in my kingly domain of lyrical rain
and peer into your drains as what you hear
leaves a stain on your steady thought stream
so i ought to be
lounging and laughing loftily
but now i can see that
my pride may cost me fee
so is there a chance that i'm plausibly
lost in these, faucet free flows
but you and me, WE grow
never slow, just to show!!!!
just to show myself i'm alive for a reason
other than anxiety over dying and finding the devil breathing
down my neck, but what the heck
TOSS ME the double hockey sticks
i am knocking this, like a rocket ship
straight into hell,
where they're used to the flames
no games, no names, no fame
just me spittin what i've written
on my own skin to OWN my sin
and show HIM, why I should be the sun of the morning
vivid imagery givin these
demons, something to sink heir horns in.
something to stick a fork in
i am so done.
someone look my in my eyes and tell me i ain't number one.

i'm talkin to myself now
PLEASE DON'T HASSLE ME
my thoughts ought not to be racing so rapidly
masking these massivly moody ozzings is truly
proving to be a source of calamity. DAMNIT! see,
i have been really trying to find my personality
and that means, the rap scene, will lack me
Well actually dually thinking i might have got it
but i haven't tried it yet, so i won't knock it
lock this in, your nightmares and day dreams
when you think of me, think black jeans
virtuous and vile versitile like denim
jet black front to back, attached to me like venom
symbiosis with my clothes it's normally known
as "brand loyalty" OHM has no home and he's
SO not on your old team. homey might be homely
hold me up to the light and you might like
the shadow that i cast on your life, despite
the shade from bright and rays i won't change
your ways, i'll just alter all the displays
inviting dismay at the dismal days, i give your legs
a reason to walk, i collect the best heat
with my pigment so dark. sickening with art
simple at the start harken to these stitches that i'm spittin'
i'm rippin, only at choice. it's style my wild voice
i hang loose, and bang to the "clap clang" of shoes
that move in two's just you cruise through
the streets, and the parks, the apartments
can't part with my people, it's like they're naked without me
and they can't make it without me
because the world is so cold. so just put me on
and you know i will hold. and when i am gone.....
no need to discuss it, if u stick with me
i won't leave you for NUTHIN!
even if you sag me,
some people try to fold me up or bag me
and if i am yours i will oblige to it gladly
for in my mind it is a sign, that you'll have me
but just don't use me or you'll loose me like acne
cuz all of your "proactive" actions attack me
i'm a relaxed fit knit with no slack seams.
a pair of black jeans

logic cause it, flawless "ballin?" naw that's drawlin, i'm just scrawlin

i make a livin givin you
biblical analytical critical
"spiterature"
drip it in your
audio receptive aural organ,
create a look on your face
that replicates auroral mornings,
lord it's boring! mourning
the passing of actual rapping,
and tactical mapping of tracks
packed with YODA level yapping.
give someone wisdom
in one curse filled verse
reverse the effects of the worst
who claim the name "the best"
i could say i'm the greatest and
infect you with rage then
expect to be hated, regret the shit later,
and stress till i'm layed dirt
dressed fresh to death in the literal way or
i could just say: "hey i like what i'm writing"
no spiting or fighting
just inviting you to find it
decide with your mind if
it's something you'd purchase
help me surface from this
murky earth which
clouds my proud purpose,
of serving you words with
my technical specialty,
merge verbs so excellently
even extra terrestrial tourists are
sure it's me they should call excellency
"excellent" Mr.Burns curls his fingers around
bring the index down, to release the hounds
look closely now, a gangsta says that he is a canine
the "conscious" rapper afterwards claims he holds the leash of the K-9
unit, who is, OHM? in the scenario
well there we go!, i am the camera
catching happenings down below
to represent the verse i present the ejected video
spittin high definition descriptions
vivid as TIVO
this is my scheme fo'
slipping you mean flows
"mean" as in focused, i just hope it's
not me you deem "FOE"
otherwise i might be forced to flip the guise and
spit some violence, smiling as they run and hide
and cry that "OHM is never nice" i could be cold as ice
off the dome like lice, when you challenge me to a battle
i babble rhymes, roll back eyes like i'm
in need of being excorcised
just heed what i breath in these lines
I'm kind unless you test me friend
i'll Drop F-R-I and make you END.......

my romance wont last 24 hours, i devour what i'm givin be it food or hearts of women, don't start your trippin, look back at my track record, i been single for a reason seems someone didn't listen.