SlaughterhouseThread

[Mantra]

Thanx spoken, mad props your always coming with heat!
Bad boy t, and pacman i gotta check ya'll threads out thanx for the love peace.

[SickSide]

nice stuff man

[Mantra]

nice stuff man

Thank you.

[Mantra]

Chrous
It's strange i wanna change, as a seed given advice from momma i never listened//
To live righteous is my mission, seperating truth, from lies..and facts, from fiction//
I don't judge no-body for how their living , don't wanna be a walking contradiction//

Verse one

Seen this older man walking with a cane, suited up with a bible in his hand//
He said "Come here young man", for you God has a plan!"//
I said "that's all fine n' dandy", but i gotta meet up with family//
He stared like he didn't even understand me//
Tried to hand me a track, said your better off keeping that//
Said i'm not religious, wrong words spoken know i'm under attack//
He told me to explain, so i told him how these religons deceive, and confuse the brain//
Then he dropped a bomb, saying "Weren't you dealing drugs?" Or have you changed?"//
Said i'm not dealing no more, old man said "But that's what your known for"//
He said\ "I'm sure ya mama's ashame of your hideous actions, i know you caused her pain, i'm sure"//
I said i guess i did, but i needed money and had no job, so fast money came//
"He said it's because of people like you that blacks are labeled insane"//
"I asked him why all the concentration on my life?" i guess your better than me right?//
He said he is and that"He never sold cocaine to kids, because addictions ruin lives"//
I said i never sold to no seeds, he screamed "Don't fucking lie to me, because of you my son died//
tears filled his eyes, i said "Sir you must have the wrong guy!"//
Then he pulled a picture of his son that died, he was right this fiends face i recognized??//
He asked me "How does it feel taking a life?" i couldn't find an answer//
To a "genocidal hustle" spreading through ghettoes like cancer//

Chrous

verse 2
Ran into my younger brother at the grocery store//
Son just got out the bing, attempted murder was what he was in for//
We gave each other hugs, and pounds, told him i'm happy he's back around//
Asked him what's new," he said just moving bricks across town"//
Told him "They catch you your going down!"//
He just smiled and said, "My babies gotta eat, so how you sound?"//
When i needed your help and advice big brother, you were no-where to be found//
"I frowned in shame, but you don't need to get ya self caught up in the drug game"//
Told me "Who's pumping ya brain with that b.s. your starting to become a lame?"//
I said i made it out alive, but it's a gamble and it's not promised you'll survive//
he said save ya self the advice, and worry about your own life//
When i was in school you was hustling day and night, getting right//
You had the gold, and air nikes, plus the hottest girl in the hood on ya like flies on shit//
What kind of example were you to me as a kid?//
i said a bad one, i did it all from beating heads down, to packin' a magnum//
Then he said realize dunn, like you i have become//
No matter what i said to him he ignored, hard-headed like me when i was young//
Right know he's on trial for getting caught with two guns//
Chrous

Last verse

The other day i was drunk staggering on the way to the lab//
When cops rolled up, saying you need to flag down a cab//
i guess in my drunken state ill words were exchanged//
Cause i woke up in a cell, sick as hell, clothing blood-stained//
Anyways they let me out the bing, and i'm headed to court//
Arms, and legs shackled with bone numbing force//
the judge acted cool, i was freed thank God he had pity on a fool//
no excuse for my juvenile moves, since i shorty i was schooled//
About right from wrong, i'm seeking "A better tommorow" like the wu-song//
To not stay stuck on foolishness, i just find answers and move-on//
you do wrong you get it back, gotta pay the suffering from the pay-back//
So i re-memorize jewels i learned from way back//

[Bigot Hitman]

That first verse was striaght fire, great story tellin skills, but that should have been the closing verse not the opening cuz in my opinion the 1st > 2nd, even though both is thorough. The hook is ok, the lines are stretched and would be hard to rap over a beat, but overall 8/10

[Mantra]

Thanx for the critique fam, it's much appreciated.

[Mantra]

By the way this song is a story not real life shit!! The chrous is real though!

[Warrior Aggressive]

Nice rap and music to go along with the goal.Now did you change your
name was it James befor not sure?

[noel411]

I remember reading this shit at work when you posted it. I must not have got a chance to post a comment on it. I like the content of this one. It's thoughtful and interesting. Good story telling. It wouldn't hurt to tighten up the structure a bit though. Maybe even it out a bit.

[Mantra]

Thanks Noel and Locka for the honest feedback, and Locka J.T.S. is for James the Specialist a.k.a. James the Swordsman.

[Mantra]

Verse one

Mc's who wanna be starting something will end up in the next XXL mag with their face on the back of a milk carton//

I'm a living sparking live wire, skin dark tone, fam call me Akito the way i break a rivals bones//

Know to change up styles like the chameleons skin changes colors//

Hip-hop styles grimier than bitches that poke holes in rubbers//

I'm a fighter, fly queen lover, the God's wiz 3/5 of her body stays covered//

Touch her and you'll dis-cover the burning sensation of a slug, fake thug bugged and screamed for his mother//

I keep these lines gutter raw, slammin' mc's like basket-balls, i'm shatter-proof but still shatter ya'll//

never the one to abide by illuminati's laws, break they skull with a cross, rip the flesh off to expose the bones//

Inflicted with the rugged syndrome, save the Pretty shit for
Ricky, and Tone//

false hip-hop kings dyin' for a throne they'll never have//

Get stabbed for choosing to be a fag, go a-head n' get mad, i'll get Glad and put ya body in a trash-bag//

You might pack mags, but i bust em' at moving tar-gets//

Shooting up minds with know-ledge, a self-concious baller
not controlled by the Dead Presidents in my wallet//

hip-hop is dead so call it war, i'll leave a mark on ya head not from the beast but from the 44.//

Cause snakes come with more tricks, the more shots lick through ya wig//

witnesses get thier eyes gouged out, and tongues de-capitated so they can't say or see what i did//

chrous
no extremadies for these murderous recipies//
You can come in peace, or choose beef//
And be for-ever rest-in in peace, once i squeeze the piece

Verse 2

I get busy like married couples on their honey-moon//

Born in a cocoon broke out craf-tin fly rhymes with the sun, moon, and stars i stay in tune//

Most of my times con-sumed building, the rest is killing mics, and tryin' to perfect my plight at elevation in these battles//

Cats i brandish like cattle, the carnivorus carnivore is coming at you//

Hands strong enough to punch holes through statues//

I got more scriptures written than Isaish, and matthew//

React rude, and i'll have to clap you don't give a fuck if it's in front of a audience//

You won't be standing for the ovation, i'll spend days, months, and years waiting til' i accomplish an assanation//

it pays to be patient, i discover fraud cards then pull em',
Heads hit with the power of penetration//

Go to hell and battle Satan, i jetted with the keys so he can scream but no escaping//

Ya soul is taken through flash-backs of carnage. when bullets fly better guard ya garments//

Cause after my sound-bombing all vets, and new-comers become goners//

Remains fertiliztion for farmers to use to enrich the soil, fragile egg mc's get seized then hard-boiled//

So what the bloodclot? Let the drama un-foil as i face-off with mama's boy's spoiled//

leave blood pouring like brew from liquior bottles, my hands to fine to box you, so i grab the ox then rock you to sleep//

I'm the shepard mc's are the sheep, you might of heard how my herd makes power moves in the street//

[Bigot Hitman]

Think'in realisticly, these long lines might not sound great over a beat unless you rap at a fast rate. But this is the best piece i've seen from u ever so u still gettin better by the verse. Lyrics is gettin better an u devolpin a masta killa type style IMO, wit the way u chose to construct bars. 8.8/10

[IllDog]

Is That A Promise Or A Threat?

[Mantra]

Thanx Dead prez for the feedback!

[Mantra]

Bump!