Shizzah's Mental Asylum

[Reiko]

Damn you got a talent my fav' The Notebook of Sherlock Holmes, Graveyard Chronicles and Confession To The Devil. Betta grab the mic son.

[Guarded By Martyrs]

Sound of machine-guns piercing the eardrum
The fears pump, tears numb, writing a letter 'Dear mum'
'It's hell here, and it doesn't seem like the end's near,
The grenadiers cheeer,but I think we will all disappear
Mom, if I don't come back home,make sure sis knows
That I love her, and that in my life ain't nothing above her
It's hell out here, above our heads aircraft always hover
I got hit in the leg today,so I'm in a field hospital'
Soldiers with moral is this shit possible
The motto was 'Be a man' and many died trying
The pilots are high flying, but only for a short time
Because they get knocked down, and die
Countless corpses flooding the battlefield
It was a graveyard from the beginning
Since the first shot was fired, their whole world was spinning
Post-apocalyptic war,never seen before
What does it have in store for the horde
Everything's black and white like a chess board
The plutonium flashing poisoning the threshold
The smoke so deep,they can't see their feet
They didn't sleep for two weeks
Their colorless eyes,and their dirty cheeks
The battlefield reeks of defeat
Grenades flying innocent people dying
All for what cause? Moral lying
They trick us to think that we ain't people,we ain't men
Fuck manhood,I won't see home again
It motivates the pen,to write again and again
It is hell,from beginning to end
We can't let go, the head said so
It's repetetive like techno
Shoot,duck,shoot,duck,hope for a glimmer of luck
In this mobile graveyard we're stuck
And everything is chaotic as fuck
Every day a new nuclear threat
The rain's no longer wet,and the water is land
Stones tuned to sand, isn't it grand
Corpses flooding the floor, broke down doors
And you're telling me you're ready for war?

This is very good...It reminds me of Uncommon Valor:A Vietnam Story.
Especially Vinnie's verse...writing home ect...
Dope stuff indeed.

[Ritter]

Thanks my man, I actually had that track on my mind when I was writing it. But I was mostly fascinated by the picture, it was just too dope not to put something together underneath it.

I'm sorta flunked now, out of ideas. It will probably be a day or two before my next one.

"I'm reacquiring my abilities"

Severed Hunter In a Zig-Zag After Gabriel

Hahahaha.

[Reiko]

go and take a rest we'll wait

[Ritter]

When my story's telling I rise like yeast
I'm Heavy on the Mental like Killah Priest
The beast, who wants you deceased
The least, interested in your deals with police
Twisted images that would scare the monster in the closet
Deposit, a relentless image of senseless
My heartbeat says murder, and I'm not a double-G
Trouble me, you're gonna end up in an obituary
Remember the name,shit just ain't the same
It was a movement now it's a game

[Ritter]

Sitting in the centre of my four-corner room
Got my knees bended, sitting in gloom
Hatches in my head, swinging for doom
As I sit completely numbed, my lungs
Were gunned from the melody I hummed
I could listen to the air beating on my window
Can't afford this anymore, not even Pinto
My soul is long dead, can't R.I.P.
It's haunt only keeps blinding me
No sound in the area,yet my ears are in histeria
No light reaching my eyes, yet I see the future
I spit in the face of death, and the feeling is mutual
Swung the scythe up,down-slashed it after
Last sounds I hear are hideous laughter
I see the image, and I don't even blink
Next image were some demons giving me a wink
Knights of the Vampiric Order causing disorder
Their swords reeked of terrible odor
Flaming teeth, unbearably colder
Then the south polar, cap, I can't adapt
Still in my room, thinking this crap
I need to snap, all I need is a slap
Can't get out of it's got me in its palms
Until I heard a scream of a thousand bombs
It was heard from here, to Dar Es Salaam
My ears were terrorized like it's Saddam
Then everything was silent, and all I heard was breath
Getting out of bed, my whole body was wet
From sweat, and my mind was swept
I had traumas from pijamas
From only one dream, with horrors not seen on the screen
Since then I haven't closed my eyes, not even to blink
My whole life was standing on an unstable brink

[Mantra]

This thread is ice cream cake son!

[Ritter]

This thread is ice cream cake son!

Thanks man, appreciate it. Expect more tonight.

[TheWolf]

Nice work Shizzah

[12weLvE]

I actually went through half of these... very impresive fam. Do ever get on the mic??

[Ritter]

Thanks, I actually never held a mic, and doubt I will in here. Nobody wants to hear this type of lyrics in Serbia. I tried writing something more population-friendly, but... nothing.

Thanks for the feedback,peace to both.

[Maccabee Ridah]

^^ I wanna hear them...........

Keep droppin them shizz......
Thery r dope as hell.............


Peace...........................
-suuuuuuuuuu///

[Ritter]

Sacred wings went from divine to obscene
Went from restoration spells to morphine
His once wise words now are profane
He owned three seas, like he was propane
Now he owns a swamp, dirty and muddy
He was an angel, fallen because his hands were bloody
He put people in danger, and now he's off and running
His blood tainted, with black corruption
His wings painted, with gray abduction
Once sainted, now hunted across the universe
He dispersed, to millions of words and murders
People kill in his name, people live in his name
He controls the pawns like it's a chess game
No shame, his terrible reign over the shadows untamed
A millenia of realm wars, Heaven vs Tyrael
Repertoire of hell's storms, Earth ended derailed
They hunted him for eternity, it turned to be
A legacy of murdering, raping and burdaining
Now the humanity carries out the hate
Hence, wars, serial killers and rape
As Tyrael continues deceiving heaven
Wicked thoughts were inserted,hence 9/11
But humanity is not on his agenda
Evading former brethren is main cause
Torture shows in hell, earning his applause
So now he's fallen, at the brink of peril
He's enjoying, but the big head is the devil
He is just a pawn, maybe a black knight
But he could be thrown out, hacked overnight
He sees that fact, and is filled with fright
Fallen, scarred, riddled with a blight
Once a might with the power of light
Now a coward,running from an illusion
Now he is destroyed, no more sinew

Story with no joy, to be continued

[12weLvE]

Yo buy your self a mic and get busy...and start rapping over beats... pick up a flow and a delivery and get going.

[Ritter]

Yo buy your self a mic and get busy...and start rapping over beats... pick up a flow and a delivery and get going.

Thanks man, I may actually do that when my voice deepens a bit. It's still pretty annoying to listen to. I'm still 15, my wordplay will get better as I learn to speak English more fluently.

PEACE fam, and thanks. Expect the second part of Tyrael soon.