Words from the Proph3t

[proph3t]

Well, I'm proph3t, from Portland OR, and I just found this place...i like underground and old school hip hop (akrobatik, mr. lif, atmosphere, public enemy, swollen members, list goes on) and ive always wanted to try my mind w/ composing some lyrics....so, just thought i post some ish here and try to learn from my elders.

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i get furious like 5, fantastic like 4
if you wanna battle me save your breath and there's the door
cause im part of the supreme dream team,
im always making the crowds lungs scream,
fuck the fugees, warren g, jay-z, or any other main stream mc,
my lyrics gleam like weapon x from canada, wolverine
my illist capabilities overcome my arch-enemies

[proph3t]

Alrighty, ready, set, lets start the action,
It's prime time for the main attraction,
More action then a liddle boy gets from Michael Jackson,
My mind combines with my tongue to produce a electromagnetic interaction.
Forget the pad and the pen, I write my rhymes on the IBM,
I bring more info to your cranium than CNN
I've been sent to planet earth to cure the impure
the weak, the stupid, hell even the director of You Got Served.

[noel411]

Why is your pussy filled with wet sand? Do you surf?

I read about half your first verse and lost interest. You seem to be able to rhyme well enough, but your content seemed bland and cliche at times. Maybe try and move away from the battle style lyrics a bit, and see what else you can find in yourself.

[proph3t]

alrighty, thanks man ill most definetly try to compose something. i find it best if i have a set topic to write about and i also find it easy to write something if i feed off of another person's line.

[proph3t]

Random quick lines from the "one-line, bring it back" thread:

Wu fanatic im magnetic on the spectrum dropping verses with systematic semiautomatic illness that leave cats asthmatic......

but im the cure, im the inhaler, and your the fucking disease,// run, doc quick, get me something to save this bitch, please!//

i grab you a bible and tell you ta smack the bitch save her from disease
comin home with dirty cabbage and cream cheese lookin like a flu sneeze...

yes indeed, somebody please inject her with anything that will impead the proceedings//

The bitch couldn't handle the injection, now she's lying is the street bleeding, ready for a resurrection...

but nobody answers her call, scottie doesn't beam her up, the only thing that comes by is the morning pick-up truck//

pink duck equity/ red rum shivelry /visions vearin me /to slice up sociaty/ lyrically and spiritually

bitch i am your savior/ i am the creator/ your vearin visions will be blinded by my lyrical incisions/

lyrical incision cause by ectasy itchy touge, soaked red shirt laundry washed and country hung

but your not mel gibson, I'm the patriot/so get rid of your super soaker and come ready with something less mediocre/

go ~loke~ grab ya ~throat~ ya know i ~tote big ~guns~ as u can't feel ur ~lungs~

but i can still feel the rush from splittin' my 2 wrists/its seerin' adrenalin consumes my mind in a shrouded cloud of mystic bliss/

I beat rhymes out you mouth your hollow head makes accustic sound as I bring it down to the ground

but i rise to the top without a flop/ i reach for the skies, propelled by my thighs while being sensationalized by weak mc's in front of my eye's/

[proph3t]

if it takes you eternity to count 5 or 6 souls
I guess you didn't pay attention durring math class in high school
cause i know your ass doesn't have a college degree
otherwise you wouldn't spend your time trying to be like Masta P.
Go get a job or even an education,
and try not to kill the conversation about some gay masterbation
yeah i know that's what your talking about with the "blood rushin thru yo veins"
but i guess you didn't know that my job is to run over you in a train.
Chug chug chug, im the liddle engine that could,
when i roll through the hood tootin' a pistol cause im misunderstood

[proph3t]

<random ish that i want to expand on later but don't want to forget it>

ring-a-ling ding, the bell tolls high noon
it's time to put the straps on and holster the .22's
i put on my spurrs and i lace up my boots,
cause im gonna show you what it's like goin' out for tha loot.

[proph3t]

it's time to bring the static, my semiautomatic rifle will leave niggaz climatically athsematic//
hmm, this is problematic, my programmic style imprints my face with a smile//
cause my sniper rifle has you in my sights, ill smoke you up brighter than a festival of lights//
tonights festivities are filled with abnormalities, your vearin visions will be blinded by my lyrical incisions//
you'll feel the rush like splittin' 2 wrists/its seerin' adrenalin consumes your mind in a shrouded cloud of mystic bliss//
your in a hopeless situation, i scope out my enimies through my observation//
check the wind pattern im headed east, to unleash this beast upon you like uncle Tom on a turkey at family feast//

[proph3t]

once again,
bass in yo face, it's time to turn me loose
I'll go buck wild and rip off a human thigh bone or a tooth,
hear the sucka mooooan and grooooan,
and then one by one,
i go after your girl, your mom, and even your son,
Cause im ferocious wtih my acts, my deeds,
the way i kill people at godspeed,
the way i leave pricks dying in the gutta flutterin' and mutterin', whailin' and flailin'
I ignore your pleads of mercy simpley becauseyou took my Hershey
punk, give it back, i want my chocolate and i want my kit-kat.

[proph3t]

ill hit you in the head with Thors mighty hammer
making your cranium split due to the screw of a coroners drill bit
it's time to admit that im the quickest thickest and most wicked tool kit,
with skits nicks and picks exploding from my carpenters kit.
hold up, stop the construciton,
you need a building permit to start your lyrical function.

[proph3t]

bruce willis may be unbreakable or die hard//
but my flows bombard without any regard, //
for the weak, the sick, or even the untalented,//
my addicted, asphyxiated and unassisted battery//
leaves niggaz aggitated and fixated of my mastery.//
im new to the game, yes this is true,//
but my mind is hard on viagra and ill shoot it into you.//
"for shephards we shall be, for thee my lord for thee"//
ill leave you standing doubfounded and infected, rejected, neglected, and even unprotected,//
fuck choppin' myth-makers with a bunch of dull razors,//
ill go futuristic on their ass with star wars lasers//
cause im the future, im the new millennium,//
i work my mind as if i was workin out at a gymnasium//

[proph3t]

More 1-liners

so listen up bitch, im comming atcha with more lyrical elements than the periodic table, ill run silent run deep and leave you gone with the wind like your name was clark gable

[proph3t]

Just some stuff I'm currently working on. The only way for me to get better is for some feedback...



so when the clock strikes midnight you know where to fine me
creepin' through the darkness 'cause this just might be
the last few minutes that you get to see light
give in to me and don't try to run or fight
and when the bell tolls high noon I lace up my boots
strap on my belt and holster my .22's
I'm all set, I'm ready, I'm strapped for some action
more action kids get from michael jackson, see now,
My mind combines with my tongue to produce a electromagnetic interaction
capable of producing dough,
I'm creepin' through the shadows infectin' you with nightmares
plaguing your brain waves with psycotic thoughts of terror
I'm a prototype of destruction and you've been marked for abduction
no time for seduction get down to instruction

[proph3t]

your just a junkie,
another feem lookin' for another lethal dose of heroin, your no heroine,
just another dirty bitch lookin' for somethin' to get rid of the itch, hit the switch,
it's time to turn your life around, full circle, 360,
throw away the syringe and grab onto what life you have left, don't cringe,
it's time to take a step back and take an analytical view at the life god has graced you,
have you lived up to what you wanted to be?
have you become something your parents would agree to?
you've been askin' god questions but gettin' no answers, but perhaps gods answer was cancer.
perhaps you just need to ask the one simple question to get a simple answer,
has anything you've done in your life made you happy?
if the answer is no then you'vbe got to change, rearrange,
get your life together and do something and be somebody.

[Father N Dangerous]

The virst Verse - the vocab was ight in the begging then it steadly got better as the verse klinhda intersting see how i havent seen in a long time , so i honestlydont' knwo wat ta tell ya else. proz


The Second Verse - nah man i wasn't feeling any of thse verse
z in this second line of yourz eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewww

Overall: Not bad yo elevate it a lil bit n you be better then nice but ill