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On December 30 2014 18:23 ninazerg wrote:I just checked out your stuff on soundcloud, it's cool. Thanks for sharing this!
On January 02 2015 05:46 WarSame wrote:
EDIT2: Schelim, from what I've heard, your music is pretty good. I wish the quality of your recording was better, though.
thanks guys, i appreciate that!  yeah, i wish it was better too but i'm too poor to buy a better mic and i'm not exactly a master of mixing and stuff either. but i think the newer songs at least have passable quality.
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I bust this town my rims blazin' to the speed limit,
Ain't gonna go over, don't wanna speed ticket,
When I hit the house y'all better scram,
Or ima bust yo ass like a prostate exam,
There ain't nobody mo' gangsta than me,
I ain't even flush after I pee,
I bang yo mama but I gotta wear a condom,
Ain't fit in magnums my pee pee is quantum,
My rhymes so fresh they call me Subway,
I would rap all night but tomorrow is a work day.
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On January 02 2015 19:20 Chairman Ray wrote:
I bust this town my rims blazin' to the speed limit,
Ain't gonna go over, don't wanna speed ticket,
When I hit the house y'all better scram,
Or ima bust yo ass like a prostate exam,
There ain't nobody mo' gangsta than me,
I ain't even flush after I pee,
I bang yo mama but I gotta wear a condom,
Ain't fit in magnums my pee pee is quantum,
My rhymes so fresh they call me Subway,
I would rap all night but tomorrow is a work day.
my pee pee is quantum = quality line
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Yo yo yo, what's going on team liquid?
Trying to find an fpl team you can stick with?
I ain't too bothered with that kind of activity
Instead I rap about my life, and man is it riveting
I got a steady job and a life without trouble
If my neighbors have a barbecue, I'm right there on the double
Don't tell me 'bout the things that keep you awake at night
'cause if your life is boring baby, you're not doing it right
Move out to the suburbs, where there's honeys aplenty
Everybody's chillin' hard and every clock just struck four-twenty
Maybe you're too scared of what you've heard, but that's absurd
Our funky way of life ain't meant to make you feel deterred
All right, I'm sure I'll see you next week
When we'll down a couple of brews and listen to country music
If that's too real for you, well, I symphatize, I do
'Cause we know what is up, my man, and you don't have a clue
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I'm lovin the new thread, it's bringin good rap back
After all those whack cats got a temp ban nap
I got a light in me, I'll open myself and let you see
Something's got me unease, it's like a disease
It's Christmas break, I should do as I please
But I'm shaking and scratching like I got fleas
Do you ever have it where something is flat wrong?
You can only ignore it for one song or hit from bong
Nestled above your belly, a small ball of worry
A heaviness of head, occasional eyes blurry
Was it something I said? What's got me on edge?
Why can't I get myself out of this goddamn bed?
It's not all too bad yet, I can still laugh and cry
But I can't figure out for how long, or more, why?
Probably chemical imbalance of my brain's salads
Random throw of the dice, not supernatural malice
I get up so late that I hardly even see the sun
My days fizzle out, like most of my passion
Ephemeral breaks in the haze are a blaze
Such a stark shake it makes me amazed
The sharks aren't far, scarce as breaks are
Islands in the pacific, with my raft these bars
Fuck medication, this will be my meditation
I believe I can overcome with concentration
And patience, blow away the congealed fog
Dry the bog, start making the exit slog
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Clue clue clue what did you do
Came in here with your airy fairy, ew
Telling everyone all is good with you
What's that gonna do man, go and get a clue
One trick to appeal to the masses
Is to talk about shit that actually matters
Or think up of shit straight out of two asses
Like the time you said you aced all your classes
Well I'ma call bullshit, I know you didn't
Instead stayed home and smoked in your basement
Taylor Swift blasting like your sister's adolecence
Country dick swimming in her cunt, resist the temptation
And why am I not surprised that your're part of 420 nation
I havent even heard that since, well 4/20, patience
The suburbs are tight, at least you got that right
But man, night terrors still follow me to fight angels
I end up in bed sleeping all these right angles
To get my mind off of these motherfucking tangents
But please sir, you must continue
Tell us exactly why you're single
Coz if that ain't real, maybe you're living a lie
Pretening that you're up in the sky
Nah but in the end I apologise for the jest
But this here is a battle of the best
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I started this course once when my mom forced me to try and get more sleep she found out I don't weep
soon I felt awesome finally snoring not that it's boring just so applauding
the doctor I met loved to gamble and bet
so one day he showed me his winnings and left
his assistant's tits bigger, it was a set
more consistent than her ring, let's try and forget
that it was even there when the two first met
they won't be loyal in bed unless they're dead
they'd work 'til she's wet and they'd get him undressed
every time he impressed she'd scream "this is the best"
"it feels like wincest" she'd beat on his chest
"wait why did you say that, who likes incest"
"huh, are you sure this isn't a test"
"get out of my room you filthy fucking pest"
"are you sure you don't want to finish the quest"
she pointed slyly towards her slit
acting like Miley in her video clip
I finally turned away from her bit
and yelled "hah, take that bitch!"
"I'm not a slave of the golden ditch
I'll make my way to a greener pitch
One that's hot and Asian and free from fornication
I'll buy her a drink and release her v-nation
I'll buy me a pill solely for the concentration
Don't want no love, just sex, fuck the serotonin
"shit I can feel it in my stomach, it's done kicking in"
My eyes get blurry when I touch it, it's fun poppin'
Just one last time I promise, for the extra grin
And just like that, I shove the best bits in
She starts to bleed and cry that I'm mean
But she wept "don't stop" so I sucked on her bean
The blood was a sure thing but I couldn't believe
How fucked it was that I was tasting a teen
ok im just gonna end that there wtf
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Why, youngminii, do you try to hide
the fact that you're a rapper rookie, stupefied
by my kick ass rhymes and my radical swagger?
I tell it how it is, so you can call me a nagger
If it helps you cope with the fact that the scope
of my rapping goes all the way from fresh to dope
So let me lay it down now, once again
if you wanna reach the top, well, you better listen, friend
There's only one way up till you made it
And I should know this pretty well, cause I paved it
You gotta clean up your act, son, that's a fact
Or you can wither in denial and consider your ass #rekt
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Coke on a platter, shit that don't matter
Behind your ears, light chatter patter
Pop the Ace, pop the Goose, pop the Crys
Shut your face, lips are loose, sinking ships
Radio, studio, stadium, playdium
Say fuck the future, carpe diem
Say fuck the world, that's my girl
Fuck social norms, give us a twirl
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I'm sick of being stuck in captivity
Too long and now I've come to hate activity
Someday I hope I'm able to bend time and gravity
I'd ask myself for guides and walkthroughs to my sanity
The dynamic potential for all the consequential
Now ex-patriarchal only fizzed out as it sparkled
I'm being dramatic dawg just let me be
I hope now I can get some rest in peace
Pray that god has made his heaven deece
Time to slay some horny angel chicks
I think I see the devil coming up to me
He reminds me I'm imagining a fantasy
I sigh, I scream, I hate reality
I cry, ice cream, a true parody
Now all thats left
Is my only regret
That I couldn't collect
Purgatory, gon' check
How much time I have left
Scared of everything death
Want to scream and repent
Another chance, or live bent
So I just stare and don't care gotta be aware, now I'm impartial
Though my life's bare, my soul rare, my doll hair, hope I revival
Gotta keep working on my flow, otherwise I'm hot
Might just be creative with blow, put a price on pot
But to appease I need a lease, fuck off yeezy, lemon squeezey
I want to get there, but hey, my bones
They can only handle so many cones
(a cone is what australian's call a bowl, or our version of a bowl anyway)
edit: shit i wasn't meant to hit post yet, anyway i like this one
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Winter is dreary, be depressed if you feel me
Wake up at three, rubbing out your eyes bleary
An ethereal fog is choking the daylight,
fading black to white, KO to night
Senseless struggle against reason
Time of the season, facing demons
But how do you face you?
What is it that is you?
Can you struggle against the self?
Recruit help to obtain the belt
This is shit you can't lose
Or you'll be out your own shoes
Not singing the blues, not the news, but out in the street
Try to make ends meet for your foe with flow
The parasite will not end until you KO to night
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KO it with a Kratos blitz.
A glaives full swing
will waste foes quick.
Save no grim hateful malice
bask in an outlandish aptness.
I have this savage habit
as a famished masochist
to gnash my hands in an anthropophagic anguish
as if pandering my pallet demanded a rabid practice.
Be damned if I plan to detract
from this chalice of lactic acid.
I'd rather backflip off a canyon cliff
into a hard mass of granite that breaks backs and hips.
Granite harder than metallic magma
Harder than the antithesis of a flaccid phallus.
Harder than the anaphylactic reaction to a basilisk
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Maybe I misread, but does the OP really not mention Master P? Or UGK? Tsk tsk Nina, Southern Rap needs love too!
(Mystikal lol)
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Oh say can you see
Our dominion of free
Covered in niceness
Low prices of vices
Jose can you believe
That this is for thee
Slave for your pay
To see the next day
Our neo-imperialistic tendencies and hamfisted policies
Have toppled nations and brought unrest to the Middle East
Under the name of capitalism we exploited a schism
Brought the world to her knees to swallow our jism
Behind this façade we say they're trying to get paid
We want more maids and some fancy brocades
So turn a blind eye to the Third World
Flush it away with a toilet swirl
Keep saying to yourself the winner gets the spoils
Keep for your wealth the forced toils and the oils
But remove your hands from their ankles
And your lubed glove from their asses
To find that masses of lower classes
Do more than harass the Baptists
When the shit's off their skin and they're still brown
They remember being kicked down and kow-town
So when you can no longer control the seas
You'd best retreat to your gated communities
To concede that the free have been released
From their leash and remember your atrocities
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Marching elephants cross the alps
Making collections of skin and scalps
I'll give you a fiver for the boy's liver
They lick their lips, and you shiver
Sure, soylent green is people
Soylent deliver us from evil
Toiling for bones be boiling
Extolling the taste of flesh
It's the best! Beats the rest!
See Ned's for a dead head!
Keep your friends in bends
While working to their end
Dinner party? Donner party!
C'mon, let's eat(,) everybody!
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Yall hate because I proxy 2gate
Da truth is I don't procrastinate
I'd like to take Nina on a strip poker date
oh no wait
I'd rather eat a chocolate cake
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On January 25 2015 12:46 GGzerG wrote:
Yall hate because I proxy 2gate
Da truth is I don't procrastinate
I'd like to take Nina on a strip poker date
oh no wait
I'd rather eat a chocolate cake
Read the OP and don't post if you're not going to put any effort into it.
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On January 25 2015 16:32 ninazerg wrote:Show nested quote +On January 25 2015 12:46 GGzerG wrote:
Yall hate because I proxy 2gate
Da truth is I don't procrastinate
I'd like to take Nina on a strip poker date
oh no wait
I'd rather eat a chocolate cake Read the OP and don't post if you're not going to put any effort into it.
Well first hold up don't go poppin off at da mouf like fred durst
sell cursed mold on a pogo mop stick in the south while eating starburst
i like to smoke ganja and hitch hike with obama while I eat shrooms with osama
i'm chillin like frank sinatra smokin a big one the size of a llama leg and im ridin on the back of a bike like a peg
Nina you are weak so you tap out to proxy 2gate every time
play a few more no prob. I got clout foxy mama dont hate the rhyme
:-* kiss kiss baby baby
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How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a butch slut would suck wood
You shook fucks could get hood-struck if this foot struck good
Upside your head like when you're shaving with a face riddled with acne
Legs get wobbled, slags get toppled, all these little piddles are quick to attack me
Get 'em right at me, I don't give a shit, they can't make ripples to splash me
Think they're gonna giggle and smack me, I'm a comeback manufacturing plant, so put 'em back in the factory
Take a sickle, cut off their pickles and sell them on the black market for a nickle on back streets
Whatever your quibble I will scribble to splinter your crippled legs like brittle on whack beats
I don't give a fuck, so you'd better duck, take a knee to the face
Then I squat down and pee on your face, in this city I got the key to the place
I was not born a love-child, I concede I was conceived under hate
Evil throne room, the seat was taken, so I unseated Satan, beat up by faith
Wanna call me filth, well I'm knee-deep in waste, up to my face in stress
I came in depressed, so who would've guessed it would've switched like inverting a breast
Isolated, but I put that hermit to rest, I feel so blessed and yet so nervous a wreck
It's like I'm flying but I'm swerving a jet, I took making love and perverted the sex
Sometimes I wanna know why I was put on this planet, and I start to panic
Nothing seems to go the way I plan it and I don't know what God's plan is, damn it!
Take the land and scan it and demand it rescind the damage that got me banished
A bandana bandit who goes faithfully where I am commanded till the day I vanish
Karma is a bitch and that I think she knows, so come at me both bro and hoes
Appose my cold flows until your nose is froze, it can't be that bad I suppose
I'll fight you mate, you what mate, bash ya head in, I swear that on me mum
Ay chum, don't look so glum, but you can't look, or hear, or speak cuz you're blind, deaf and dumb
These guinea pigs want to experiment on humans like me to see if I'll engage in beef
So trash talk, I'll take a heap, I'll jump off a cliff with wings of faith and take a leap
Go splat at the bottom in a lake so deep, I won't come back with a comeback or make a peep
Break off a bacon piece, cuz we can chew the fat like Godzilla eating an obese naked neet
So you can say your peace, take it to a sacred keep, or just do what you do, get baked with the sacred leaf
In this alliteration, I spit obliteration, obligatory bigot story insidious ridiculous incineration
Let history judge, you'll go down like bigots who spit on the flag and split the nation
till Abe Lincoln split the confederation down the middle like he did at the tinder station
Quit being hindered, or go down like the hindenburg, and get some information
Take motherfuckers down to hell's gate, take them to the seventh circle to the lake and get fried
If you're taking a tooth, I'm taking an eye, the cake is a lie, this is easy to me like I'm baking a pie
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