My sarcastic ASCII pea shooter turns tongue to gymnastics Like a plastic hooter I'm pretty perfect and elastic
Bounce back 'cause I'm the baddest at forgetting I'm craptastic I'll get with the program but remain upsetting and stochastic
One day I'll write something that is considered classic Until then I'll get by on on the merits of being enthusiastic
...One could say that I'm the whackness Because if I died tomorrow a lot of people would get smacked less OK, I feel pretty clever right now, but it is also past 3 AM. We'll see how this reads when I wake up this afternoon.
Part time stock boy and my manager sold me a glock toy Playin' with it, holdin' my cock boy Bitches love to jock but fuck a hoe 'Bout that moolah, tuckin' my dough I'd say check the roll but y'all cant see me Smokin' green weed, tokin' freely No reggie, this shit tastes like kiwi
And I have to get back to work, thats all for now.
And continuation: Face two Ls and still no sleepy Dude fucked me over, no not weeping Middle of the night, caught him creeping He tried to fight, knocked him sleeping One, Two, Three, bills I'm keeping Now ol' boy like to act decent Cuz he know I could delete him Just like that, push of a button And if he rat, that ain't nothin'
More: I'm ridin' black insides, black paint Smokin' black weed until I faint All blacked out, like I need to lose weight Black blade and a black thirty-eight Getting cake like I had a round face Try to clown me get left in disgrace I'm smart, ain't afraid to lose face But I keep my pride, take a look in my eyes
Damn, last night the p's tried to get me to snitch But they had no case and I ain't no bitch Where's the weed? I know you're high; The way the came at me was infuriating Don't know anybody, I'd rather die; Give me name, or we're prosecuting Damn, I mixed the chronology up a little Feel like an astrologer makin' up riddles Anyways, they had no case My friend was black so they got all in our space But we had nothing, not even a trace Don't know about robberies, get out my face Just had to get this off my chest Now I'm 'bout to lay down and rest
Here's a few lines I wrote, with a vaguely Christmas theme: I'm on some King Kong shit Emptying long clips on carolers, fuck that sing-song shit Icing huge bong hits while the barrel spits out hollow tips Ripping through marrow while ya shriek out hollow lips Your chances are narrow, follow the trail where ya blood drips Eighteen make me sterile beer by the pail in the whip Eyes glowing like coal, sack bigger than jolly ole Kris Wrapped around the pole, still alive, damn, I missed
That one looks much more evenly paced than previous attempts. The more you write the more your lyrics remind me of Raekwon, which is a good thing.
Never thought I'd be compared to Raekwon, thanks for the compliment. Here's something I wrote just now, after finishing the first section of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (last part I read was the conversation with Lt. Mamiya), and it got me thinking, and I ended up with this quick stream-of-consciousness thing that is barely rap: Every night, I lie, waiting for sleep But visions of death are all I receive And dark depression is my grim receipt I dimly keep my deaths in memory They come to me with every dream And I go crazy; what does it mean? As if it has meaning I feel as though sanity is fleeting But do the sane know the feeling of sanity? And even so, do they grasp it's gravity? I don't know what I'm saying It feels like my brain has a cavity I live lavishly trying to stop the ravaging But I'm attracted to it; a ravishing tragedy Self-fulfilling prophecy? Mental defect? I tried choking and coughing on weed until I detect That getting fried has no effect Or rather, affect I hope this blather is far before and below my apex I want to be more than twenty, broke, and dateless But I'm hopeless and the future scares me Sometimes I give carelessly but I don't stop despairing Or I live carelessly but death doesn't care for me Or not yet, so until the end I'm tormented By my demise, until I rise; restless
My sarcastic ASCII pea shooter turns tongue to gymnastics Like a plastic hooter I'm pretty perfect and elastic
Good multis and parallel structure, from the internal rhymes to the alliteration, you structured these bars nicely and set the tone for the following rhymes. It's a great way to start a verse, showing your personality while also displaying technical competence.
Bounce back 'cause I'm the baddest at forgetting I'm craptastic I'll get with the program but remain upsetting and stochastic
Here the lyrical flexing continues, borrowing "pretty" and chaining it with "forgetting" and "upsetting", while continuing alliteration and the continuing "-stic" rhymes. The rhythm of your writing is impressive, the flow is evident just in reading.
One day I'll write something that is considered classic Until then I'll get by on on the merits of being enthusiastic ...One could say that I'm the whackness Because if I died tomorrow a lot of people would get smacked less
Lyrically less impressive than the first half, but you get your point across, keep the flow, and finish off with a clever, if somewhat corny, punchline. Nice job, it was pretty fun to read.
Defiance of the monumental, defiance of depravity Hover on the instrumental in defiance of gravity
In defiance of alliences of tyrants creating silence When the science drops, I'm hardly ever in compliance with the mindless
Begnign supine whiners assigned to minor roles Remove their spines for use as jacket liner and tent poles
Fuck two I've got ten balls! fuck you when my pen falls! Descend suspended chandaliers and then bust through walls
With a thrust! combust spontainious, Nonplussed 'cause I'm the crazyiest disgust 'cause of the laziest
Lust monkeys writing junky Rusty raps, how did we get so crunkly?
[Yo Walker, how'd you get so funky?] I busted my nuts for months into years had the guts
To adjust my mistrust of myself and my fears It's unjust to blow up in front of superior peers
It rhymes a lot and well, and fits your old-school "MC" style, but there's really not much of a over-arcing theme? OK, but your 3AM writing was far more interesting to me. I'm not really sure how to put in words why I feel that way, but felt it was worth mentioning.
Here's a few old rhymes I had sitting around, found them when I was going through old notebooks and loose-leaf paper.
A wizard; high in my ivory tower Speak slick words imbued of power My eyes see through space and the ages In the book of history my name lurks behind the pages
With one hand I conduct storms of fire The other, an orchestra of horns and lyres Far beneath my seat, wars rage, men tire Ambition, desire, funeral pyres flare higher I conspire; inquire to men for hire They admire gold; it's sold, to acquire I turn buyer Princely ways leave your straits dire Return to whence ye came if you wish to retire The wizards fate is to do great, I'm no liar But a no-trier high flier; Why deny your hate I can see the stress causin' you to perspirate Before I go I'm the best, yes, more, no less Success means a million and not a buck less If you hear this and wonder what to do next A lucky guess would be suppress the urge for redress My crew's up next and we're set to impress Not even a change of address Can take you out the range of our Techs
Gandalf the Grey; blowin' green ganja Kush all day; this weed'll calm ya Bring drama and I comma, then commence to bomb ya Spit'll leave you wet up like I was a llama You got scarred up now I scare ya Try again, one more time, I dare ya Get hit quick wit' ease In my clique, in my whip, real g's In the clip? Let it rip, aim and squeeze What I be be what I see from the 248 to the 313 We in the D, you see, blowin' good trees Want deez? Pay the fee and then leave please Creepin' low with the hammer outside of his house Ain't bout to go to the slammer over this mouse Peekin' through the window, they eatin' at the table Sneak to the front door, still stayin' way low Kick it down, start bustin', tryna give him a halo Shit, he's not in the kitchen, but daddy was laid low My ears prick, I hear the back door slam I'm like "Shit, this motherfucker musta ran" I give chase, weapon still in my hand It's dark, new moon, but I couldn't give a damn I got his scent in my nose, he won't escape me Leaves underneath my toes, I hear them crunch clearly Killer's instinct tells me where to aim Ain't feeling succinct so I'll explain I heard a yelp, it sounded like he must be in pain And at that time I remembered that it started to rain I ran over to the sound, saw him lyin' there twitchin' His eyes glazed over, I'd completed my mission
With every line I mime out my rhymes Over time you'll see a dance filled with crime Look close, at night phantom jewelry shines Not materialized, but suggested by the light in my eyes It glows through your deceit and your lies You don't know who I am, this is just a disguise I trick mortals into thinking they're wise Through such a ruse you sink while I rise Rinse and repeat, cons and hustles complete Only demise and defeat if you want shit from me
I don't know if that quite has the elegance you were shooting for. It's hard to put my finger on why, but I think the language might be a bit cliched. I'm willing to bet that every gangsta and his cat has rhymed "rhyme" with "crime" at some point. Also, once again, it's hard to tell without hearing it, but it feels kind of uneven. I can't figure out how I would fit those lyrics to a beat without some awkward pauses or changes in tempo.
This is possibly a pot-kettle-black situation, though. I wrote this on a napkin today.
My head hurts like hell, vibrating like a bell Like a shell shocked my skull, shocked my hull and I fell straight
Down, down, and as the pressure builds I can feel it in my chest like my lungs are never filled
Afraid that I'll be killed, but there's nothing to attack Threats are everywhere I look, I may not make it out intact
The shell is cracked, and for a sec somebody can see the stress so I turn my back and stay repressed as if to betray is to confess
And to confess is to betray, so I stay repressed Disarray compressed so only simple thoughts can coalesce
And now it's like I've got a gun and everything is target shaped I strike the wall and curse the sun, I fight because I can't escape
So I claw and I beat 'til I deplete and collapse off my feet and withdraw to laugh while I wait to replase
Just relax...
It's about having a panic attack. Soon my throat will be better and I will actually record some of this stuff. DJs, where them beats at‽
I don't know if that quite has the elegance you were shooting for. It's hard to put my finger on why, but I think the language might be a bit cliched. I'm willing to bet that every gangsta and his cat has rhymed "rhyme" with "crime" at some point. Also, once again, it's hard to tell without hearing it, but it feels kind of uneven. I can't figure out how I would fit those lyrics to a beat without some awkward pauses or changes in tempo.
Yeah, this was not very good on the flow tip. The basis for it was the fragmented memories of a two-three hour mental flow that happened while I was on an airplane (in the fuckin' aisle seat too) at night, really tired, dehydrated, and was slightly delirious. I wrote it down mostly to get the rhymes out of my head.
DJs, where them beats at‽
Word, I don't have equipment right now, but I can do lo-fi or borrow some shit. I've been rhyming a bit lately and feeling pretty good about most of it, especially freestyling.
Sorry, I've been sitting on this for a long time now. It's not much different from the first time you heard it save for slightly beefier production. I tried a bunch of different things to add something to the verse, but everything I did just felt like I was over-saturating it. And it's pretty saturated already, admittedly, but I can't get away from the fact that I really like busy drum machines and mc chris-style synth-driven stuff.
I started on a new beat yesterday though, which I think will shape up to be much more like what you guys are looking for.
You might catch me in the club underage Got the fake ID you can call me James Bottle of Eighteen lookin' like a vase So I grab some flowers, roll a bouquet So faded but I still made my way home Drive straight, smoke an l to the dome Throwed spittin flows over the song Comin down offa bean super strong Got my head banging hard lika a gong
Ahhhhhhhhhh- Defiance of the monumental, defiance of depravity Hover on the instrumental in defiance of gravity
In defiance of alliences of tyrants creating silence When the science drops, I'm hardly ever in compliance with the mindless
Begnign supine whiners who consign minors to blindness Aligned with ignorant designs and superficial kinds of kindness
Take your homeopath chiropractic ass back To the lab before you get smacked ya crackhead.
Artificial explinations, ordinary operations From lying corperations to drowning in libations
Man your stations, keep explinations pragmatic! Demand cessation of complacent time wastin' dogmatic
Asshats and oversimplifications of the glorious Universe we in habit and we'll be victorious
Always try to stay genteel but skeptical - let's Keep it real and throw our trash in the recepticle -hhhhhhfuck my throat hurts from writing this. When it feels better these words will be summarily rapped over Sail's beat. SPEAKING OF WHICH, I totally just realized something.
Sorry, I've been sitting onthisfor a long time now. It's not much different from the first time you heard it save for slightly beefier production. I tried a bunch of different things to add something to the verse, but everything I did just felt like I was over-saturating it. And it's pretty saturated already, admittedly, but I can't get away from the fact that I really like busy drum machines and mc chris-style synth-driven stuff.
There's something very satisfying about rapping over the driving beat of the bongos towards the end. It totally smooths out the vaguely halting beat you've got going throughout the rest of the song. In fact, I'm thinking that even the minimum of putting a little hi-hat or something on the afterbeats would make the rhythm much smoother.
If you're so inclined, you could peep the endless designs of those who deign to profit off of the decline of the diligently ignorant whose reclined state of mind reigns while scientific theory is forgot and original thought is not even present in afterthought but this descent of consciousness doesn't inflict noxiousness rather it increases my wallets thickness while I conduct business Yes, I guess it's dishonest and ethically monstrous to train your prey to pay extravagant values for cheap extra-handled bullshit but I'll trick for chips gotta dip candor is not my card lay em on the table while I walk off with the bar
Damn, I can't even believe this shit My boy tried to rob me yesterday Wanted my pockets and my whip I was your brother the other day Now ya comin' at me like a bitch These're hard times an I'm hurtin' But I still come through wit purp an smoke you down out my work How you still gon' act like a jerk? Ole pussy used-to-be the shit og You know WB history don't try me I would've stuck ya but I love ya An I know it musta troubled ya Cuz I got yo calls, just ignored em I find it deplorable, you shoulda tried before now I'm inexorable I don't want to talk to you, I feel like I should've just shot you Even now my boys are telling me, "Homie, I got you" I tell em to chill cuz I still feel like I love you too much to kill But I'm not going to see you again unless I'm dealing out steel
Eh, some motherfuckers tried but none of em bust me On the cusp o' getting cuffed they still ain't touch me I guess I move too intelligently to be done crude see? I use cruelly and keep a toolly for rudely actin fool gs So wet ya look like ya got hit by a jet of hydrochloric I dip to a hos crib before pos hit blow hydro enormous
This goes out to all the bitches that I left by themselves Understand that shit was getting complicated and well, I had to grab Occam's razor and cut myself Now I'm on that pimp shit, I make that bitch break herself I don't look the part cuz I move with stealth Same with that powder, you wouldn't know I had it Stepped in the game wit a nice twenty and wreaked havoc Flip is so good I cut deals and let tha custo beak have it I run the game and catch em like a hawk and a rabbit Once it grab 'em I laugh re-up and get back to trappin' Light a blunt, eat some beans and get that bitch slappin'
All I ever wanted to be was the dope man But when I see the work I fiend on that dope man When I lay the line I want that coke man Money don't bring shit, I ran out of hope man I blow it all tryin' to stunt but I don't man I break myself daily to cope so I won't man Lately all I want is to see the end of the road and I feel so alone they gave me so much rope and I fell so far down the hole that I lost all control and I don't think I can do this shit 'til I'm an old man I'll bang another but when I turn it to my own head I lose the will to continue and lay down my bone head Cokehead; I cook to keep it out of my hands Dopehead; Nobody knows what I would do for the chance To go back to my past and make different choices Make different friends and hear different voices To live a life that would make my parents proud Might be right now but they don't know what really goes down I need to get out of this town and change mind state Switch my surrounds to all new places and faces Stop bullshitting and start really stackin' paper Legally hustlin', no more servin' up j-birds
The truth is like a snake you can't uncoil me I'm sitting on top killing shit like some oil b add a p add some d sell that shit for what I please Throw some to my gs, yeah, they can get much lower fees We up in the canopy, yall swing on lower trees Squealin, but that thang sing in much lower keys Time to exterminate, hand me the mower please Look into my eyes I'll make your fuckin motor freeze Stallin on your knees this a squall not a breeze I'll open up your mind better give me the keys You hot? nah, I hit your block like a thousand gs Bass poundin out my speaks, stop to take a leak I'm flowin like a creek blowin shit that reek Got some shit for the meek, you could feel like god For a day, for a week, beat you with that rod For a month, for a year, heat until it blob Make my momma sob but my circle gettin wads Nods, love from broads, but just for my guap Greener than guac stepped on my flip flopped Went the full three sixty point circle circle point Damn, it sucks to fall, light up another joint Guess it's Sisyphus, fight further uphill Probably goin to do this shit until I'm killed
Killin shots of 18 by myself gettin stupid Live from the couch on the arrows no cupid Can't find love myself how can I help you Every bitch I loved made me want to kill myself dude Real shit I'm bipolar and going manic Frantically trying to plan and keep at it But she got my head fucked up I'm an addict Two white girls I love both but don't want either One in my nose other one in my ear Both in my pockets Pushin me to stop it Stop livin cause life can't keep me driven I don't know how I made it this far Fear of death or just laziness and seein hope in the stars But I ain't superstitious just super stupid It plays out like a movie but I don't seem to be movin Can't understand it, pause pour another Wish I had lean, wish I had some comfort Just a bottle of eighteen, a broken house a broken mind What I pine for ain't mine and what I buy just draws me to another line another path envisioned but it's ultimately the same Typing this drunk, but I feel more insane Can't stand being in love and not being loved back fuck this ho what happened to my stacks What happened to happiness, when did that leave me Can't stand the world everythang is just too greazy sleazy disgusting and fucked up I'm done with getting grimy and drugged up Just tryin to survive without tuckin myself up
Face frozen, I can show no emotion I can have no emotion so I stay blowin doja Keep me grimy and slimy so I slip through the cracks When it's night all black at yo back that's the end of yo life click clack Next to my dick is the strap on my lap when I ride Firin wild make my foes run and hide Try to forget violence by being violent make my hoes run and hide Don't know why, when I was a kid I just cried Now I can't if I try tantrums ten times as vile don't believe in the innocence of a child Just the knowledge of death changin yo style And it fucked me up, wish my parents had fucked me up and told me that there was a god above that would love e'en if I was thug who used and sold drugs In reality we just like bugs and all the other animals Just more aware and thus a bit more fallible Instinct only knows survival fuck errything else The arrival of conscience makes life hell Wish I had died at birth like I should've Wish I had gone all the other times that I could've Should've, could've would've I guess I wasn't meant to Not that fate exists; the world by your will is bent to The same as words what you write is what you know But sometimes you spit a flow that shows what you didn't know was your own That shit in your bones, the life in your body It's somethin else entirely torture until your rotting
Don't fuck with drugs cuz they'll fuck your head fool So I'm tellin you, keep yo ego for the bedroom All it'll get yo ass is some head wounds or a cabinet in the dead room Could even leave you abandoned in the fed zoo Cocky motherfuckers talkin trash got me stockin the lead full I'm finna leave they head full so what I cock is dreadful All yo boys like wet pasta, so Imma put the sauce on em Get to smokin like a rasta when I start to toss on em If you'd stayed quiet all I'd do is floss on ya But yall lyin under crosses cuz ya got chops on ya
I carry a glock fuck some hip hop beef fightin against the clock a tick tock beef the ticks stop - beep! now you all deceased incendiaries leave nothing for the police You wanna stop me? dont get cold feet If I hear that you talking soon youll be cold meat Fuck some OE I'm poppin eighteen Roll a grape sweet I'm self medicating Meditating like a monk I'm chasing Enlightenment trying to lighten what I'm facing The load bears down, I feel like breaking Can't stop now an let'm feel like they can break me Not that they can I just try to keep my pride Look down your nose at me I ain't tryin to hide Clutch your rosaries when you see me outside I'll make you hoes bleed if you even try Cuz I draw on ya quick like a doodle Dog ya for kicks, I'm a pit you a poodle Now scoot along trick before I shoot you Subtlety is gone now I'm getting brutal Bubbles in the pot no longer livin frugal Diggin stash spots I think I lost my noodle My thoughts don't flow correct, no they don't connect Tex mex on the plate, beans on my breath
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My sarcastic ASCII pea shooter turns tongue to gymnastics
Like a plastic hooter I'm pretty perfect and elastic
Bounce back 'cause I'm the baddest at forgetting I'm craptastic
I'll get with the program but remain upsetting and stochastic
One day I'll write something that is considered classic
Until then I'll get by on on the merits of being enthusiastic
...One could say that I'm the whackness
Because if I died tomorrow a lot of people would get smacked less
OK, I feel pretty clever right now, but it is also past 3 AM. We'll see how this reads when I wake up this afternoon.
Part time stock boy and my manager sold me a glock toyPlayin' with it, holdin' my cock boy
Bitches love to jock but fuck a hoe
'Bout that moolah, tuckin' my dough
I'd say check the roll but y'all cant see me
Smokin' green weed, tokin' freely
No reggie, this shit tastes like kiwi
And I have to get back to work, thats all for now.
And continuation:
Face two Ls and still no sleepyDude fucked me over, no not weeping
Middle of the night, caught him creeping
He tried to fight, knocked him sleeping
One, Two, Three, bills I'm keeping
Now ol' boy like to act decent
Cuz he know I could delete him
Just like that, push of a button
And if he rat, that ain't nothin'
More:
I'm ridin' black insides, black paintSmokin' black weed until I faint
All blacked out, like I need to lose weight
Black blade and a black thirty-eight
Getting cake like I had a round face
Try to clown me get left in disgrace
I'm smart, ain't afraid to lose face
But I keep my pride, take a look in my eyes
Damn, last night the p's tried to get me to snitchBut they had no case and I ain't no bitch
Where's the weed? I know you're high; The way the came at me was infuriating
Don't know anybody, I'd rather die; Give me name, or we're prosecuting
Damn, I mixed the chronology up a little
Feel like an astrologer makin' up riddles
Anyways, they had no case
My friend was black so they got all in our space
But we had nothing, not even a trace
Don't know about robberies, get out my face
Just had to get this off my chest
Now I'm 'bout to lay down and rest
I'm on some King Kong shitEmptying long clips on carolers, fuck that sing-song shit
Icing huge bong hits while the barrel spits out hollow tips
Ripping through marrow while ya shriek out hollow lips
Your chances are narrow, follow the trail where ya blood drips
Eighteen make me sterile beer by the pail in the whip
Eyes glowing like coal, sack bigger than jolly ole Kris
Wrapped around the pole, still alive, damn, I missed
Every night, I lie, waiting for sleepBut visions of death are all I receive
And dark depression is my grim receipt
I dimly keep my deaths in memory
They come to me with every dream
And I go crazy; what does it mean?
As if it has meaning
I feel as though sanity is fleeting
But do the sane know the feeling of sanity?
And even so, do they grasp it's gravity?
I don't know what I'm saying
It feels like my brain has a cavity
I live lavishly trying to stop the ravaging
But I'm attracted to it; a ravishing tragedy
Self-fulfilling prophecy? Mental defect?
I tried choking and coughing on weed until I detect
That getting fried has no effect
Or rather, affect
I hope this blather is far before and below my apex
I want to be more than twenty, broke, and dateless
But I'm hopeless and the future scares me
Sometimes I give carelessly but I don't stop despairing
Or I live carelessly but death doesn't care for me
Or not yet, so until the end I'm tormented
By my demise, until I rise; restless
Here's a few old rhymes I had sitting around, found them when I was going through old notebooks and loose-leaf paper.
A wizard; high in my ivory tower
Speak slick words imbued of power
My eyes see through space and the ages
In the book of history my name lurks behind the pages
With one hand I conduct storms of fire
The other, an orchestra of horns and lyres
Far beneath my seat, wars rage, men tire
Ambition, desire, funeral pyres flare higher
I conspire; inquire to men for hire
They admire gold; it's sold, to acquire I turn buyer
Princely ways leave your straits dire
Return to whence ye came if you wish to retire
The wizards fate is to do great, I'm no liar
But a no-trier high flier; Why deny your hate
I can see the stress causin' you to perspirate
Before I go I'm the best, yes, more, no less
Success means a million and not a buck less
If you hear this and wonder what to do next
A lucky guess would be suppress the urge for redress
My crew's up next and we're set to impress
Not even a change of address
Can take you out the range of our Techs
Gandalf the Grey; blowin' green ganja
Kush all day; this weed'll calm ya
Bring drama and I comma, then commence to bomb ya
Spit'll leave you wet up like I was a llama
You got scarred up now I scare ya
Try again, one more time, I dare ya
Get hit quick wit' ease
In my clique, in my whip, real g's
In the clip? Let it rip, aim and squeeze
What I be be what I see
from the 248 to the 313
We in the D, you see, blowin' good trees
Want deez? Pay the fee and then leave please
Creepin' low with the hammer outside of his houseAin't bout to go to the slammer over this mouse
Peekin' through the window, they eatin' at the table
Sneak to the front door, still stayin' way low
Kick it down, start bustin', tryna give him a halo
Shit, he's not in the kitchen, but daddy was laid low
My ears prick, I hear the back door slam
I'm like "Shit, this motherfucker musta ran"
I give chase, weapon still in my hand
It's dark, new moon, but I couldn't give a damn
I got his scent in my nose, he won't escape me
Leaves underneath my toes, I hear them crunch clearly
Killer's instinct tells me where to aim
Ain't feeling succinct so I'll explain
I heard a yelp, it sounded like he must be in pain
And at that time I remembered that it started to rain
I ran over to the sound, saw him lyin' there twitchin'
His eyes glazed over, I'd completed my mission
With every line I mime out my rhymesOver time you'll see a dance filled with crime
Look close, at night phantom jewelry shines
Not materialized, but suggested by the light in my eyes
It glows through your deceit and your lies
You don't know who I am, this is just a disguise
I trick mortals into thinking they're wise
Through such a ruse you sink while I rise
Rinse and repeat, cons and hustles complete
Only demise and defeat if you want shit from me
This is possibly a pot-kettle-black situation, though. I wrote this on a napkin today.
My head hurts like hell, vibrating like a bell
Like a shell shocked my skull, shocked my hull and I fell straight
Down, down, and as the pressure builds
I can feel it in my chest like my lungs are never filled
Afraid that I'll be killed, but there's nothing to attack
Threats are everywhere I look, I may not make it out intact
The shell is cracked, and for a sec somebody can see the stress so
I turn my back and stay repressed as if to betray is to confess
And to confess is to betray, so I stay repressed
Disarray compressed so only simple thoughts can coalesce
And now it's like I've got a gun and everything is target shaped
I strike the wall and curse the sun, I fight because I can't escape
So I claw and I beat 'til I deplete and collapse
off my feet and withdraw to laugh while I wait to replase
Just relax...
It's about having a panic attack. Soon my throat will be better and I will actually record some of this stuff. DJs, where them beats at‽
I started on a new beat yesterday though, which I think will shape up to be much more like what you guys are looking for.
You might catch me in the club underageGot the fake ID you can call me James
Bottle of Eighteen lookin' like a vase
So I grab some flowers, roll a bouquet
So faded but I still made my way home
Drive straight, smoke an l to the dome
Throwed spittin flows over the song
Comin down offa bean super strong
Got my head banging hard lika a gong
Defiance of the monumental, defiance of depravity
Hover on the instrumental in defiance of gravity
In defiance of alliences of tyrants creating silence
When the science drops, I'm hardly ever in compliance with the mindless
Begnign supine whiners who consign minors to blindness
Aligned with ignorant designs and superficial kinds of kindness
Take your homeopath chiropractic ass back
To the lab before you get smacked ya crackhead.
Artificial explinations, ordinary operations
From lying corperations to drowning in libations
Man your stations, keep explinations pragmatic!
Demand cessation of complacent time wastin' dogmatic
Asshats and oversimplifications of the glorious
Universe we in habit and we'll be victorious
Always try to stay genteel but skeptical - let's
Keep it real and throw our trash in the recepticle
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If you're so inclined, you could peep the endless designsof those who deign to profit off of the decline
of the diligently ignorant whose reclined state of mind
reigns while scientific theory is forgot
and original thought is not even present in afterthought
but this descent of consciousness doesn't inflict noxiousness
rather it increases my wallets thickness while I conduct business
Yes, I guess it's dishonest and ethically monstrous
to train your prey to pay extravagant values for cheap extra-handled
bullshit but I'll trick for chips gotta dip candor is not my card
lay em on the table while I walk off with the bar
Yes, bongos are nice.
Damn, I can't even believe this shitMy boy tried to rob me yesterday
Wanted my pockets and my whip
I was your brother the other day
Now ya comin' at me like a bitch
These're hard times an I'm hurtin'
But I still come through wit purp
an smoke you down out my work
How you still gon' act like a jerk?
Ole pussy used-to-be the shit og
You know WB history don't try me
I would've stuck ya but I love ya
An I know it musta troubled ya
Cuz I got yo calls, just ignored em
I find it deplorable, you shoulda tried before now I'm inexorable
I don't want to talk to you, I feel like I should've just shot you
Even now my boys are telling me, "Homie, I got you"
I tell em to chill cuz I still feel like I love you too much to kill
But I'm not going to see you again unless I'm dealing out steel
Eh, some motherfuckers tried but none of em bust meOn the cusp o' getting cuffed they still ain't touch me
I guess I move too intelligently to be done crude see?
I use cruelly and keep a toolly for rudely actin fool gs
So wet ya look like ya got hit by a jet of hydrochloric
I dip to a hos crib before pos hit blow hydro enormous
This goes out to all the bitches that I left by themselvesUnderstand that shit was getting complicated and well,
I had to grab Occam's razor and cut myself
Now I'm on that pimp shit, I make that bitch break herself
I don't look the part cuz I move with stealth
Same with that powder, you wouldn't know I had it
Stepped in the game wit a nice twenty and wreaked havoc
Flip is so good I cut deals and let tha custo beak have it
I run the game and catch em like a hawk and a rabbit
Once it grab 'em I laugh re-up and get back to trappin'
Light a blunt, eat some beans and get that bitch slappin'
All I ever wanted to be was the dope man
But when I see the work I fiend on that dope man
When I lay the line I want that coke man
Money don't bring shit, I ran out of hope man
I blow it all tryin' to stunt but I don't man
I break myself daily to cope so I won't man
Lately all I want is to see the end of the road and
I feel so alone they gave me so much rope and
I fell so far down the hole that I lost all control and
I don't think I can do this shit 'til I'm an old man
I'll bang another but when I turn it to my own head
I lose the will to continue and lay down my bone head
Cokehead; I cook to keep it out of my hands
Dopehead; Nobody knows what I would do for the chance
To go back to my past and make different choices
Make different friends and hear different voices
To live a life that would make my parents proud
Might be right now but they don't know what really goes down
I need to get out of this town and change mind state
Switch my surrounds to all new places and faces
Stop bullshitting and start really stackin' paper
Legally hustlin', no more servin' up j-birds
The truth is like a snake you can't uncoil meI'm sitting on top killing shit like some oil b
add a p add some d sell that shit for what I please
Throw some to my gs, yeah, they can get much lower fees
We up in the canopy, yall swing on lower trees
Squealin, but that thang sing in much lower keys
Time to exterminate, hand me the mower please
Look into my eyes I'll make your fuckin motor freeze
Stallin on your knees this a squall not a breeze
I'll open up your mind better give me the keys
You hot? nah, I hit your block like a thousand gs
Bass poundin out my speaks, stop to take a leak
I'm flowin like a creek blowin shit that reek
Got some shit for the meek, you could feel like god
For a day, for a week, beat you with that rod
For a month, for a year, heat until it blob
Make my momma sob but my circle gettin wads
Nods, love from broads, but just for my guap
Greener than guac stepped on my flip flopped
Went the full three sixty point circle circle point
Damn, it sucks to fall, light up another joint
Guess it's Sisyphus, fight further uphill
Probably goin to do this shit until I'm killed
Killin shots of 18 by myself gettin stupidLive from the couch on the arrows no cupid
Can't find love myself how can I help you
Every bitch I loved made me want to kill myself dude
Real shit
I'm bipolar and going manic
Frantically trying to plan and keep at it
But she got my head fucked up I'm an addict
Two white girls I love both but don't want either
One in my nose other one in my ear
Both in my pockets
Pushin me to stop it
Stop livin cause life can't keep me driven
I don't know how I made it this far
Fear of death or just laziness and seein hope in the stars
But I ain't superstitious just super stupid
It plays out like a movie but I don't seem to be movin
Can't understand it, pause pour another
Wish I had lean, wish I had some comfort
Just a bottle of eighteen, a broken house a broken mind
What I pine for ain't mine and what I buy just draws me to another line
another path envisioned but it's ultimately the same
Typing this drunk, but I feel more insane
Can't stand being in love and not being loved back
fuck this ho what happened to my stacks
What happened to happiness, when did that leave me
Can't stand the world everythang is just too greazy
sleazy disgusting and fucked up
I'm done with getting grimy and drugged up
Just tryin to survive without tuckin myself up
Face frozen, I can show no emotionI can have no emotion so I stay blowin doja
Keep me grimy and slimy so I slip through the cracks
When it's night all black at yo back that's the end of yo life click clack
Next to my dick is the strap on my lap when I ride
Firin wild make my foes run and hide
Try to forget violence by being violent make my hoes run and hide
Don't know why, when I was a kid I just cried
Now I can't if I try tantrums ten times as vile
don't believe in the innocence of a child
Just the knowledge of death changin yo style
And it fucked me up, wish my parents had fucked me up
and told me that there was a god above that would love
e'en if I was thug who used and sold drugs
In reality we just like bugs and all the other animals
Just more aware and thus a bit more fallible
Instinct only knows survival fuck errything else
The arrival of conscience makes life hell
Wish I had died at birth like I should've
Wish I had gone all the other times that I could've
Should've, could've would've I guess I wasn't meant to
Not that fate exists; the world by your will is bent to
The same as words what you write is what you know
But sometimes you spit a flow that shows what you didn't know was your own
That shit in your bones, the life in your body
It's somethin else entirely torture until your rotting
Don't fuck with drugs cuz they'll fuck your head fool
So I'm tellin you, keep yo ego for the bedroom
All it'll get yo ass is some head wounds or a cabinet in the dead room
Could even leave you abandoned in the fed zoo
Cocky motherfuckers talkin trash got me stockin the lead full
I'm finna leave they head full so what I cock is dreadful
All yo boys like wet pasta, so Imma put the sauce on em
Get to smokin like a rasta when I start to toss on em
If you'd stayed quiet all I'd do is floss on ya
But yall lyin under crosses cuz ya got chops on ya
I carry a glock fuck some hip hop beeffightin against the clock a tick tock beef
the ticks stop - beep! now you all deceased
incendiaries leave nothing for the police
You wanna stop me? dont get cold feet
If I hear that you talking soon youll be cold meat
Fuck some OE I'm poppin eighteen
Roll a grape sweet I'm self medicating
Meditating like a monk I'm chasing
Enlightenment trying to lighten what I'm facing
The load bears down, I feel like breaking
Can't stop now an let'm feel like they can break me
Not that they can I just try to keep my pride
Look down your nose at me I ain't tryin to hide
Clutch your rosaries when you see me outside
I'll make you hoes bleed if you even try
Cuz I draw on ya quick like a doodle
Dog ya for kicks, I'm a pit you a poodle
Now scoot along trick before I shoot you
Subtlety is gone now I'm getting brutal
Bubbles in the pot no longer livin frugal
Diggin stash spots I think I lost my noodle
My thoughts don't flow correct, no they don't connect
Tex mex on the plate, beans on my breath