I'm no stranger to love. I've gotta get on that chopper before it takes off without me. What is love? What is it good for? Absolutely nothing? Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, so fasten your seatbelts—it's gonna be a bumpy ride. This is the stuff dreams are made of. Just put your lips together and blow.
You're a martini—shaken, not stirred. Life's like a box of chocolates till the cows come home. I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple. Talking is just masturbating without the mess.
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds. Can you imagine what I would do if I could do all I can? I'm the Hiroshima of love. Fear is your best friend or your worst enemy. It's like fire.
this thread’s fucked up with lyrical pollutions/ the styles gettin' old, we need an empirical solution/ i never lie when i recognize ancient, im the typical evolution/ ape to man, im a trendsetter in this game, the lyrical revolution/ got a cat callin' himself vintage, coppin styles and throwin' clones/ identity is supposed to be original, im vintage like the rolling stones/ not taking your name kiddo, just had to throw some shit on little pages/ kiddo ain’t impressive,he’s vintage only 'cause his raps are “Middle Ages”/ im tellin you..im the revolution that broke your flow and started upheaval/ you know how styles replace one another kid, your flow was just medieval/ claiming you’re at your prime? but primes arent divisible uncleaned/ im the x factor in this game, so im the factor thats invisible, unseen/ im on the DL, down low on the spot, down low with the drops, high with artillery/ place a missile in your lines, cause some tension which elevates to hostility/ you feelin' me? only time kid is impressive if we talk about impression/ his flow goin back to vintage like the american economy jumpin to recession/ kiddo talkin about hauntin other people’s dreams, i got a question/ im lyrically untouched by an ancient’s voice, liar..how bout goin to confession?/ priest at the booth doesnt wanna hear your sins, whoops i guess no blessin'/ so i guess its a conlusion that you live in delusional illusion, no second guessin'/
On July 20 2010 14:00 Pandain wrote: this thread’s fucked up with lyrical pollutions/ the styles gettin' old, we need an empirical solution/ i never lie when i recognize ancient, im the typical evolution/ ape to man, im a trendsetter in this game, the lyrical revolution/ got a cat callin' himself vintage, coppin styles and throwin' clones/ identity is supposed to be original, im vintage like the rolling stones/ not taking your name kiddo, just had to throw some shit on little pages/ kiddo ain’t impressive,he’s vintage only 'cause his raps are “Middle Ages”/ im tellin you..im the revolution that broke your flow and started upheaval/ you know how styles replace one another kid, your flow was just medieval/ claiming you’re at your prime? but primes arent divisible uncleaned/ im the x factor in this game, so im the factor thats invisible, unseen/ im on the DL, down low on the spot, down low with the drops, high with artillery/ place a missile in your lines, cause some tension which elevates to hostility/ you feelin' me? only time kid is impressive if we talk about impression/ his flow goin back to vintage like the american economy jumpin to recession/ kiddo talkin about hauntin other people’s dreams, i got a question/ im lyrically untouched by an ancient’s voice, liar..how bout goin to confession?/ priest at the booth doesnt wanna hear your sins, whoops i guess no blessin'/ so i guess its a conlusion that you live in delusional illusion, no second guessin'/
calling these lines rhymes is a lyrical impossibility nothing but a played out exercise in futility have some civility, intersected with humility
don't get me wrong yo, nothings better than exchanging rhymes under the TL nation but next time post more than an amalgamation worse than watching the weather tv station if you can't manage my rhyme invasion go hide in your shell like a pariah crustacean
On July 20 2010 14:00 Pandain wrote: this thread’s fucked up with lyrical pollutions/ the styles gettin' old, we need an empirical solution/ i never lie when i recognize ancient, im the typical evolution/ ape to man, im a trendsetter in this game, the lyrical revolution/ got a cat callin' himself vintage, coppin styles and throwin' clones/ identity is supposed to be original, im vintage like the rolling stones/ not taking your name kiddo, just had to throw some shit on little pages/ kiddo ain’t impressive,he’s vintage only 'cause his raps are “Middle Ages”/ im tellin you..im the revolution that broke your flow and started upheaval/ you know how styles replace one another kid, your flow was just medieval/ claiming you’re at your prime? but primes arent divisible uncleaned/ im the x factor in this game, so im the factor thats invisible, unseen/ im on the DL, down low on the spot, down low with the drops, high with artillery/ place a missile in your lines, cause some tension which elevates to hostility/ you feelin' me? only time kid is impressive if we talk about impression/ his flow goin back to vintage like the american economy jumpin to recession/ kiddo talkin about hauntin other people’s dreams, i got a question/ im lyrically untouched by an ancient’s voice, liar..how bout goin to confession?/ priest at the booth doesnt wanna hear your sins, whoops i guess no blessin'/ so i guess its a conlusion that you live in delusional illusion, no second guessin'/
calling these lines rhymes is a lyrical impossibility nothing but a played out exercise in futility have some civility, intersected with humility
don't get me wrong yo, nothings better than exchanging rhymes under the TL nation but next time post more than an amalgamation worse than watching the weather tv station if you can't manage my rhyme invasion go hide in your shell like a pariah crustacean
Haha I just copy pasted from another website. Nice rhymes:D
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