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Discussion in 'General' started by Fractal, Sep 11, 2007.
or whatever, just a rhyme off, start it up, im ready
I gotta nine by my side and a fifth of jack
sticky green, clean my screen, yeah my rhymings whack
but I got myself a girl and this bag of weed
gonna smoke a blunt then drift and dream
about fields of Mary Jane and far out things
like a comets bright light on ecstacy
Now im blazed on this blunt let me bring it again
brain flowing, eyes glowing, feeling masculine
gotta get up in the morning gotta go to class
gotta get my shit together gotta make this last
Cuz their's mass manipulation of our mentality
your brains your only weapon education is key
to unlock the dollar and be what you wanna be
I find myself slipping, and trippin, spittin' hypocricy
in the back of my mind I think that school is whack
bunch of spoiled freeloaders all followin' the same track
leading straight to the center of conformed and dumb
everyone's dumb drunk off the same curriculum
But im just talking to myslef fractal aint bringin a beat
Its 3 o'clock in the morning and going to sleep.
Im gonna play to the mass's while all yall sit on your ass's
I got the streets down pat and the hoods on lock
Yeah, thats right ima be the biggest thin to hit this city since crack hit the block
I'm just sittin' here waiting for some inspiration
gonna pack up something nice with a little filtration
got my bubbler here to help take away my frustration
just craving a little bit of that high up sensation.
sure i should be doing work
either that or just sleeping
but i'd rather have a smirk
at the toms down there peeping
you see i used to be a good boy
playing only with a toy
but now i've started a quest
in fact i may be obsessed
but hey, i don't care, hell i'm not even dressed.
*will add more after I get high in a few minutes...*
Now Im' talking to this guy
on the internet
about the digits of pi
on the intranet.
but really just a-chattin about god
what to believe, what to expect? this doesen't rhyme. i think i'm spent.
sorry guys i'm not having a rapping-mood high. i'mg log off and dance around to music or something.
bout to spark a bowl of this stanky ass dank
I only stick to weed so dont go offerin me no crank
Grab my lighter and a bottle of gin
anticipatin the high about to begin
Anybody gettin in my face and startin some shit
best back the fuck off you bitch ass bout to get hit
Your gunna wish i pull out my glock straight to ya head
cus what im about to do next gunna make u wish you was dead
Im flyin from the high, im floatin like a bird
gunna chill with some dawgs, keep on popo alert
Cus the 5-0 always ready to take me down
cus the marijuana i smoke makes the government frown
To the playas out chillin in grasscity
I give a toke to the girls that are oh so pretty
don't live ya life makin others feel ya pity
just get more fucked up til ya words sounds shitty
Here I sit broken hearted..
Tried to shit but only farted!
There once was a man
He lived in Nantucket
Had a dick so long
The brother could suck it
And one time he told me, yo
"If my ear was a cunt, I'd fuck it"
Intelligince of a communication on the line
Haves me thinking all the time
That there might be something extraordinarily strange
About the little things I am watching to say
about yours an mines hobby past times
The freedom to speak can only be spent
At the cost of me and you to vent
You bet your self this son
You will soon find your self on the run
From something that is looked down upon
they lock us in stone
Because this just in you have a bug in your phone
hey sorry yall i forgot this post
it was late at night, i was baked at night
but now that im here imma bring it the most
see, for a while now i be flowin
my rhymes gettin so hot, that they all be knowin
that im soon to explode, now i go into mode
"overdrive," im now unpredictable
damn yall, i was gonna be done
but that last line got em hoot-in and holler-in
i cant help it i got, cant help it but rock it
but it makes yall look like chil-d-ren
seriously read that, it was soo sick
smoke weed bro
dude either im way to stoned or none of that last half sounded right
ya, rap typed is often hard to tell if it flows without a beat or not. especially the more advanced rhymes, which i try to do more, not just rhyming the last word in each sentence.
spot saved ...im gonna go spark one ill edit it in a bit
nice, in that case ill save this spot, and then throw down on you when your done. thats a fair warning, bring your game homie.
humpty dumpty sat on a wall...
(to the fresh prince theme)
Now this is a story all about how,
my bong got flipped, and broke on the ground,
I sat for a minute, and could only stare,
Did I just witness the biggest fuck up of the year?
A couple of guys, who some drunk ass foo's
started makin trouble in my living room
they got in one little fight, and the bong wasn't spared
It broke on the ground, the scent of bong water in the air
I pick up little pieces, about 7 or 8,
and I yell at the drunk kid, "Yo homes, getcha paper"
looked at his wallet, it was sitting right there
knocked his ass out, and took what I thought was fair
pretty funny actually^
and since that dude hasnt sparked off yet....
yo i been sittin here for what seem like 3 hours
i think he know that, he who aint been miced, i devours
and yo, i know you prolly cant keep with my flow
its a little too deep for ya, a little too street for ya
but if you can keep ya up, youll feel each blow
yeah i definatly agree with the end words rhyming, thats some basic shit, but the main thing is its hard to establish a beat and syllabals from reading, i do know one thing that last rap made sense, and was nice
keep em coming