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
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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.
metaphors of the hard core
act exactly like carnivores,
display canines,say
rhymes dat slay minds,
throw grenades onto land mines,
blow away all of man kind,
stand in da ruins
producing inhuman scriptures.
hands gripping jewels while
inducing illusions in your,
subconscious wit
noxious bombs just,
awaiting late detonating,
wrist watch goes tick tock,
kids drop those sticks and rocks.
eyes lock on this,
bodhitsatva with da logic spit.
Filling your cerebral like
injecting it with collagen
collaborate with the greats
alleiviating global problems
console whole mobs and
hold moms with much love
seeing crap stained statues
collapsed my trust in the doves
my affection, a refection of
expectations laid on maidens
her aphrodite like appearance,
clearly catches me in amazement
heart partially vacant i lay it
bare to taste the open air
but blood flow goes stagnant
grab at my chest, AND NOTHING'S THERE
i hang in, just to kick away the chair....
who decides on suicide?
cannot really ask them why
we pray they left behind a letter
try to look between the lines
oh my god i made them cry!!
that time i told that stupid lie...........
many memories of my enemies
aimed steady as cupids eye
i would probably name names
don't play games or restrain rage
can't contain the page, or what i say
but i'll stop it, there's no conflict
but i WANT IT!!! SOMEONE START SHIT!!
I'M ALREADY BARKING!! i wanna bite you
i wanna fight you, i wanna fuck you
i wanna hug you, i wanna love you
look towards the mirror: i wanna slug you.
I'll push them away just to see who comes back
cuz i can't trust their words, all i trust is my rap
AND IT'S 6AM mayhem fades into black
and i dare you to ask "yo what made you attack?"
and i make my neck crack, what do i say to that?!
just... SHUT UP AGH! I DON'T KNOW, IT'S SO WACK!
i'm just mad, kinda sad, kinda glad that i have
this bomb in me, that EXPLODES! exposing this honesty
because honestly if these bars didn't rhyme
then my jaws would just bind, not a word
expressed, and this heavy sensation i feel in my chest
i guess......... would build up till i bust. causing death
but i could be just stretching the truth
blessing the booth, with my "actual proof"
(that's a buddhist term there, don't be scared it's all cool)
but. you know what. i do not give a fuck
cuz you'll forget this shit in less than a month.
from march 14th 09
you can call me dice, cuz i have six faces
meaning many moods, and thoughts in sick places
sick like ill, ill like skill.
i'm a fan of michael so you know that i thrill
and i kill, system similar to son of sam
cuz SAM i am, and i can
rhyme like i was dr. seuss
CAT in the HAT can confirm THAT as the truth
nothing else.
march 17 09
thor on the mic, I am god of the storm
never ever weather man, I am in control
i can rap without a track, cuz i make the thunder roar
i'm already god of lightning, rap messiah is my goal
i could part the red sea, i could make a man from coal
then i'll heat him into diamond, spit some fire for his soul
I'm divinity, strength infinity, never growing old
I can turn the world over, bring the sun to the moles
i can simply turn a shoulder, make the whole sun cold
for-get the for-cast, future been for-told
kind of day, king of night, king of time, overlord
i will never be conquered, i will never take an order
on the border of a breakthrough, feel it in my bones
cuz i flow like the nile, and they flow like some stones
hold a whole hall of gods, and you face me alone?!
I am thor in the flesh, i am myth no more.
1/16/09
don't be surprised by the shoryuken
leave bruises so know who's showin you, then
when ya life bar is tapped out, imma bust a gat out
and bust a couple caps out. oh no, never at you
at the security cameras, so that the fight'll be true
now what is that oder so rank its blanka, beast of brazil
now who's that driving the tank? it's guile forcing his will
i stalk with the street fighters, with incredible skill
it's an incredible thrill, knowing that you could be killed
so easily dog, when you box with balrog
or zangeif in his briefs, he could rip ya arm off
we shut the alarm off, do not disturn
we train all night, to codes we don't refer.
ya thinkin "this is alright dude, but where is ryu"
i save the best for last, and so he's in part two.
april 24 09
like a tornado I am aybo(able) to twist the sky
Into my mind, out through my rhymes,
This is why I fly, so high
wings of the dragon, make the clouds mine.
pierce the flesh, here's your death, as i bite down
Right now, I can make a fright sound, listen
as the bones go crack,
fangs of the dragon, make them my snack
imagination envision the future with too true precision.
refusal is futial now you have to make a decision
the rappers livid religion hiphop messaiah is living
eyes of the dragon, make the world see my vision
4/8/09
"no point in sight"
I groom gorillas into smooth vanilla
I flow at pops like cognac shots that chew through livers
I'm a giver of life delivering strife
to minds of men who might deny how fly, I am.
as sly as snakes who first brought lies to men
open my eyes again, to re-reveal the pre-concealed
my prose congeal from my gross grey matter, and scatter
surround the town like sounds of blood splatter
cut the chatter, the cheddar, the cheese, excuse me please
I plead for rejection expecting, reflected responses
Ananci's son, the spider one, born on a mountain the highest one.
to ride the sun is lion's fun
as children shout their cries that make goliath run.
may/1/09
"yuppers"
all day, all i say, is ok
no way, will i say, no way
oh wait. that didn't make sense
lets chill, it's gettin way tense
lemme rephrase, put it in the past tense
all that is over and done wit
but i had fun wit, it. sit, now roll over
red rover, i call someone doper over
nobody, gonna try
unless, somebody wanna fly
I only swing home runs
so i only win, your done
your fun, sorta like a toy car
vroom vroom lets go far
somewhere hot, with a pool
I don't care where, long as it's cool
cool as in a high school way
he don't rap, he just act, like he in a high school play
she not a fan, she got a plan, she just wanna pay her way
but i do not share, so if i knew how i would say "no way"
march/17/09
"4X7"
i'm as fly as a california condor
moneyless pockets cuz i save room for bombs for
my paper, the loose leave, i write
strong bars so i won't let loose beasts
from my skull cave, "here there be dragons"
i say that all the time well, there be dragons, in my mind
devils in my eyes, i see the work of satan and i drag on by
bye, bye, bye but I'm not nsync
I'm so disconnected that i just can't think
big bad wolf, and i can't see a shrink
cuz i gobble up anything, that i think
sound small, or weak
i use the woodsman's axe to pick, my teeth
i write, i type, recite, i'm hype, i might
flip out, if i don't get out, this insanity
it makes no sense, like a blind mans vanity
i have friends, i have family
yet when alone all i hear is calamity
silent screaming rhymes
never happen all the time
i want to kill, i want to raise a child
i never wanna move and i wanna go wild
i want to make sense, but i need dollars
but let me shut-up, so i can go hollar
at the moon, that is more of a howl
but i am not a wolf, i'm more of an owl
that absolutely has no meaning in my mind
but i'm tired of expressing, i'm just looking for a rhyme.
jun 25 09
beast-ing? no. i think he's just a bee sting.
I'm the son of a black widow and the scorpion king.
I'm working on things..... epidemics, like small pox.
I'm under your epidermis, like parasitic nano bots.
I'll analyze all weaknesses, and steal all strengths
I'll become you. live among you, blend in through any lengths
I'll spread like head lice, so what if your dead nice
I'm nice while alive, unlike most of these guys
who have to kill or die, before they reach the public eye
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Originally Posted by mightythor
burn tracks wrapped in leaves loose,Quote:
Originally Posted by mightythor
show and speak the proof and pose actions over composed classics
grown with a backwood's dust,
this old shaq throws a punch precisely, while these are free-throw lines my mind's spider has spun
flow like Ghost's Ice Water over righteous drums,
rotate the bolt's tighter and hold fire alongside MightyThor against the rush
a god's pen pinches paper,
spills it's nature intent on contamination of children's imagination
don't abandon your stations and chase lazy tails in a wasteland
this is a patient plan,
to men a day is ages, but to a god it's sand
I was diggin ur shit and I came up with this real quick.
No dis intended, I enjoy ur work.
Peace.