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Discussion in 'The Musician in U' started by Apex Word, Feb 18, 2010.

  1. #12501 Pun Intended, Feb 10, 2015
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  2. I'm nothing but real, my rhymes ya gonna steal, I'm not a butch nor a femme, but legendary linguistic lothario lyrically liberating lesbi only friends k? Homie don't think wait homie don't play or wanna have sex unless you got double xx, think I'm the fem em, thoughts be a requiem, nastier than lil Kim, Kardashian can't wait to pound that ass again, girls on their knees begging me please as I make them say amen, my Freudian another slip of the pen, lower myself into the lions den, here I go again thinking I'm a comedienne no wait the doyenne of Hiphop! Might as well tack up all the sins, madder than a wet hen, hoping my verses will get noticed by Em, Dre, Wayne or Ms. Gwen, hard to tell where genius ends and insanity begins...

    I'm gonna need hooked on phonics, thanks to all these tonic clonics, they ain't got antibiotics for that, tell me it's psychosomatic I needa be on anti psychotics, pull my hair out and snort narcotics, fuck a few chicks, call a few tricks and carve 3 six into my forehead, after all I do love semiotics, I'm a liar so I'll play politics, serve jaeger to the alcoholics and further cement myself into the river Styx

    No matter what I say at the end of the day, I choose to play gay, conservatives scream MAYDAY! I wink n say Hey hey :ey: I'm cray cray
    All they can do is pray pray, I'm praying too but I be hoping for a gamma ray, Cuz this world needs to be flushed away

    When I rhyme I turn into a another person, my words are my bullets my mouth the gun, venomous lyrical jabs furnished by the words when I spit em, transmitting my linguistic verbose purpose on all dials of FM
    Don't take me seriously, I'm mysterious imperious & deleterious see, am I just spewing mediocre bars your way or is there something between the lines of what I say
    Finally I found a way to flex my intense vocabulary, words are my constabulary, I'm a visionary, this world is getting scary, blame it on the faeries saying we spread sin & disease, but take one minute to reflect on that statement, perhaps it's you who doesn't know what unconditional love meant







    I cry for the souls lost, I cry because freedom has a cost, I'm angry because of the violence and the medias silence, noncompliance with decency, leave a human dying tied to a fence. Bats taken to heads, bullets painting the world red, sitting in your pews selling your soul, diamonds turned into coal, salute your flag: free ticket to hate the fags, niggers, spics & jews
    Preaching hate disguised as holy words true, letting the sins accrue, they say Jesus wept, I bet he does daily but not for the reason you think, he cries for the deception of belief that from heaven it's kept his children, that's it for the verse it's succinct
     
  3. #12503 Tree Of Life, Feb 18, 2015
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    We want the real deal, people won't settle for less
    In a nightmare living the dream just to schedule more rest
    Let's rid ourselves of pain and move on to pursuing happiness instead of working a job that rates 9 out of 5 on crappiness
    Let's go to the happiest point we could manage to make it to and drink in wisdom when I say it to and after I prepare it for you to sip on like an ancient stew
     
  4. Ya mama got a body for porn and a face for the funny pages
    I'm breaking out in sweat when I see her in the Sunday paper
    Oh, I just can't wait until I see my honey later
    Shaking what she's got, I wouldn't call it a money maker
    The bitch is all thirty one flavors and I love that
    From the way her mustache tickles my nutsack
    To all the bends and cracks that she puts in a hubcap
    And when she walks her footsteps sound like a drum track
    She got a dumb ass, brought to you by Old McDonald's
    Breath like some moldy tacos, breasts like I'm groping goblins
    Can't forget to tell my roommates that I won't be home tomorrow
    What can I say, she's the picture perfect Walmart poster model
     
  5. #12505 NickaWittaBic, Feb 19, 2015
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    It's all about your attitude
    But lately shit ain't great.
    Ironic I struggle for food with all this on my plate.
    Will I ever get a break?
    Workin' 9 to 5am everyday.
    Comin' home a drug lair's where you stay.
    Findin' random needles layin' in ya place next to strangers.
    Familiar paraphernalia blood stains show the dangers.
    Been at it(addicts) since second grade thinking-way-back I disengage.
    Then collapse in a rage. How 'bout after this page.
    A chapter can change, but I ain't read since undergraduate days.
    And nothing last anyways to mask all this pain.
    If someone said it'd be different tomorrow I'd laugh in his face.
    So back to this haze, I pack a bowl start blasting away.
     
     
  6. #12506 Annicus, Feb 20, 2015
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    Logophile messiah and disciple, shoot ya'll like Michael, hero and villain archetypal, love ya and hate ya in the same breath, bring me to throes of pleasure and anger equally, persuaded by darkness like Macbeth, asking what's the frequency, sometimes I wanna smack you up right in the kisser, wouldn't that be a pisser baby, break your heart and trade it for mine, read through the subtext of my lines, themes in my rhymes, there's so many Cali dimes but I got a quarter, frankincense to your myrrh, neither one complete with the other, shell to my mortar, sometimes I'm no good for you nor you for me, carry a torch and some gasoline, torch it too the ground, upside down tipsy turvy, in no way did I get an A more like D per say, got to pink pound, wickedly whack dipstick living by the flick, bic flicking Anni mossity sinking, anni verses reaching terminal velocity, preaching preachy peachy, things that only make sense to me, clean myself with a squeegee

    Arms a little floppy, way too cocky, I'm the red robot try n sock me, scorpion with butterfly wings, spitting poison the essence it stings, centipede vs scorpion who's the best praetorian, warnings far bandied
    Wonder what's the purpose just skim across the surface, Buddha Allah Jesus
    Blastin' shit Lickety split take another hit wanna go missin' like that git girl, your it girl black pearl, time to go though, gotta get a fro yo, emotions like a yo yo, time to retire this flow
     
  7. #12507 shaddytheman, Feb 21, 2015
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    The world is too serious, so I Bugs Bunny this shit 
    Felt broke in poverty, so I bought Chocolate to be rich
    Deviate from the negativity, meditation is the remedy, I grind big nugs that mimics the hairs of Yosemite
    I scoop you up like a 1987 vacuum, blow so much smoke, they they thought I was a human pollution fume
    Racists call me nigger, but no slave to social conditioning, then their anger rises up, like the conception of lightning 
    Wise up like a rapper gets publicly evaded , If I get rich, kiss my mom, and tell her that I made it
    Realness comes from the heart, pull your attention like a stinky fart, and I stay focused, like a painter work with his art
    Musically juxtaposed, but beneath the climate, stay clever and on task, so it's perfect timing
     
    Some new shit for GC. 
     
  8. #12508 shaddytheman, Feb 21, 2015
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    Here's another one: Part 2
     
    They said brings bars, so I brought pounds of Hershey
    Went into NYC and told the cop "please don't hurt me"
    Not stereotypical, but unique to the full extent, I stay low-key like alter ego Clark Kent
    Deeply induced by alpha brain waves, so I'm always chill, mentally above the bullshit, so I don't do frills
    Said I was lame, but I replaced it with a G, now the whole crowd wants to conglomerate near me
    But fuck the crowd, I rather follow the smell of loud, looking at achievements, I stay humble and proud
    Curious like the deer, but peculiar like a jacko, damn now I'm hungry, got the feeling for some nachos  
     
  9. I'm glad I saved my 10 on the pain scale, don't believe in God but I'm throwing a hail, mary please save me, you're the only loyal lady, sometimes I wonder if I'm alive lately, or am I swinging from that tree, the cross I bare is made of boulders, so heavy on my shoulders, I'm a lot like the man in black, everyone leaves me in the end too, I'm left with nothing but a sack, my heart can't survive another coup

    I'm a fucked up mess, a gift I gave myself, sometimes I wish I was someone else, tried to be greater but I'm only less, than satisfactory ignorance is refractory that's my story , oops wait what hi I'm dory, broken but I keep swimming yet my ocean is simmering, threatening to boil over 3rd degree burns sediments churned from the depths next time don't give me any breaths, please and thank you, just let me turn blue, throw me out into the morning dew

    All I am is only me, no more saint than I am a sinner, these days I'm much thinner, forgetting all my previous splendor once again I fail her, I wanted forever yet hearts are severed, you give me fever, you give me the cleaver, head upon the block, I loaded the glock, move swiftly with your blade, last rites are all made, hang my head on a spike, final solution like the third reich

    Twisted and withered, bound and broken, torn and weathered, all these words left unspoken, please cut me open, got no heart so I sew one, I trusted you not to hurt me, jokes on me hehehe, in love still i be, made my own tragedy, broke my own rules over and over, thought you were my Crimson and clover, I guess I was drastically wrong, heard your siren song then drown in your plastic sea
    Don't worry I'll disappear into the mist. As if I didn't even exist, in this war I'm afraid I delist, cease and desist, flick of the wrist shadow in the midst, I insist that I not be missed
     
  10. #12510 NickaWittaBic, Feb 23, 2015
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    I am the key to my own destiny.
    What am I waiting on, the locksmith to rescue me.
    These days societal pressures and time my enemy: work all week, offspring, and a wedding ring by twenty three.
    I guess I've run out of time as a young rebel soul.
    I wanna take hip hop where you thought it could never go.
    My neck of the woods, thought we ain't have electric though.
    Who would've expected these streams to carry a flow so exceptional.
     
  11. #12511 Apocalibz, Feb 24, 2015
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    Im sick of wars on, a world flooded by
    morons,
    tellin us what to think, like;
    "hey honey the shows on"
    what do you do when someone else is
    pulling the strings
    controlling your world in ways that you wouldn't think?
    Confusing, your boy or girl in these
    societal ways
    abusing their world, playing with their
    mind till it chang-es,
    But oh well, then you'll just say;
    that "Kim Ks way cuter than that dyke that she hates,
    click bait and follow for follow and
    a like everyday".
    till your ego swallows you whole,
    and hauls you miles away.
     
  12. Son you too smart for this, don't start to slip,
    Your young years gone ain't hard to miss,
    Just stay on track, the motive is to weigh all sacks,
    Because trust in the truth is what they all lack
     
  13. I'm waking up..
    Same shit everyday, got no fucking money, broke as the day.

    Cold weather fucking me up,
    Hot Bitches is what I need, sunshine in my cup, rolling Cali weed, I'm stuck.. Fuck me, pray to God please but he don't answer me.. Alone, on a road, on a rope, this is tug of war bitch.. And dope is my disease cause I'm slick.. On that player shit but I'm flexing don't you see, find someone, I found me, then killed myself with a crotchrocket 90 going full speed what..


    Sent from underneath your mom's bed.
     
  14. i sought the almighty dolla n i scarcely scoped change
    now theres money in my blood n i got the varicose veins
    so im growin more wary n no longer care for those games
    cuz i gave em all i had n got the Derrick Rose pains
     
  15. Yo Legalize it free the medicine america has got an impediment pills got them addicted in my brain I'm afflicted my friend a slave to oxy she can't kick it prescribed by a doctor but it isn't safe
    now I'm standing in line at her wake I only wish she could have baked but she's six feet under killed by an over dose it's like congress is comatose letting the pharmaceutical company's kill us
    they don't care about your health only building up the wealth that they collect while they neglect to inform them that the product isn't safe trying to kill off the human race I'll tell you straight to your face Mary Jane can feel all your pain
    I'm not rapping for fame I wanna spread a message it's the best anti depressant the fact that I'm stressin over this plant is remarkable there's so many articles supporting legalization like this whole nation is lighting up reefer is so much healthlier than filling up a cup of liqour but hey here's the kicker the one kills you is legal
    while a safe alternative is banned but what you need to understand we need the herb legalized look into my eyes I know their a tad ruby as you know one has ever been hurt by a doobie the Feds need to see the needs of their citizens marijauna has no carcinogens so let's roll up let some pac lift me up and legalize it 2015
     
  16. Change is necessary for evolution of mind
    Without further adue let the revolution unwind
    Once people no longer infected realize what they're blessed wit'
    they also learn that the mind is the greatest weapon
     
  17. its getting hard for me to fall asleep at night,
    cause as human beings
    we aint even being treated right.
    children get mistreated, population gets controlled in waves, we take tomorrows time for use that we abused to use today.
    but who's to say,
    that our decaying world, it wont survive,
    who's suprised to see that we brought ourselves down on our own demise?
    you or me?
    possibly we can make a difference,
    a change today, if we fix these kids in an instance, not with a good book or the belt of a Christian, let them be themselves, hell its good to be different.
    gift them the keys to a world of omission, destroying the old, just to banish religion.
     
  18. got verbs got words got herb, stuck inside of my head like dirt,
    musta been a hallucinogen I took, when im in my head writing in a book.
    the boom box speaks when it peaks off shrooms, with a boom clap boom, beats shake the room, three days and ill be escaping soon, zooming in on to the adjacent moon.
    seeing cartoons in all shapes and hues, blue green grey, feeling kinda spacious too, better rearrange the day in this altered mood, its the alternative to my autotune.

    getting lost in my own thoughts,
    for about an hour or two like a self reflecting robot, showered with powers of rythmical blues, fusing with flows of the system for a minute or two.
    hold up whats gotten into this dude,
    a couple handfuls of psilocybilical
    shrooms, thc capsules, pills and a million brews, it doesn't matter, cause im still killin this illiterate dude.
     
  19. if you know my name put your hands up in the air again, aresol cans keep sprayin tags of this arrogance,
    he's tearing these chains, changing the game, its an embarrassment that none of you fuckers stay in your lane, you get demerited.
    happens to matter to me, to keep us sane, all I here is the same things, its driving me irate, me thinks the game needs changing, please stay, sit down, oh me? I was just leaving,
    please believe me, I aint supposed to be here this evening, was there anybody else who really wanted see me?
    please just believe that it wasn't so easy,
    to craft a recipe that'll withstand an mc or any enemy who thinks theyll befriend me so freely.
     
  20. Back to forcing myself to write everyday..
     
    I was low class only had family and friends.
    And three years ago they told me my daddy ain't him.
    Sprung it on my suddenly like a grenade and when the sediment settled I was the only one holding a pen.
    So I tried to depend on people that weren't related.
    Weekends with friends but in between them was seeming so spacious.
    I guess that almost two decades weren't worth my time and patience.
    Destined to spend my days writing inside in isolation.
     

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