mightythor thread

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!

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Originally Posted by mightythor

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!

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that was good to me

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

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

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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