shattered like a teapot, but iced like its too hot, sweeter and slicker than she knows what she knows not i'm sleep deprived but still alive, still top the charts with the wrists of flash and the dong in a nosedive i know what's good but still can't beat the beat, can't beast the street, can't best what i can't eat humorous but luminous, still not doin' it still not feelin' the curve, still not down to swerve still not still to remember but stiller than death and still holdin' my breath and the game says still not yet and still don't fret whatever you feel is just a feelin i get when i'm quick to forget what i'm dreamin of setting the table, with forks and a napkin, just for myself and nothin for nobody else and still i'm hopin' than i can say to myself that it was worth it and that i'm not ashamed of myself and i'm tired of hearing myself but if i turn me off then what will you say when i get home and frankly you've got nothing to say but that's just the point that i can't write off that i can't fight off or whatever because that's where my flight got rerouted, all that shit that i touted was, well it was just that, a spliff and a splat, and, fuck it, the key's under my mat, it's sort of, still there, like i've still got it but whatever bro, i know that clock present, take one for the team, and show me a scene so obscene that i can hardly hope to unveil, the veil that i rent, when i was out in the check book and still freezing to death
suddenly this inspiration is not so sensational but just occasional, like whatever i'm saying is just playin but i'm not playin, i don't play, and when i do, i play hard, not a bit like what you'd say of a two way when it's clear you'd dialogue and dramatize my obsession with the brûlée take a break and say to yourself i won't burn it out, even when it burns quick like a slick wick thinking, man i'm still so sick, and fuck your rhymes won't keep you alive when you're this far behind the times
god damn it goes so quick when you're in this state of sleep, a brief state of deep, and then you're off again and there's still no beat. the point is they say don't write, but the last thing you'll think is i said don't fight it. then it's back to the shiners and off the blinders and soon enough you're right back where you light it suddenly there's no going back and the world fades to black and the lights in your house are the teeth in hell's mouth smiling with the leach as your blood runs cold and your flow gets old and you're at the bottom of the world with your pen in your hand and her hair all unfurled. the sound sounds like shit and you're ready to quit and you can't feel it a bit so you're done with this shit that's the last thing i say, daughter's out to play and it's colder today than a manilla in a gale, dropped by the hail, i stand here and bail, both at once not to fail but that's the end of that there, there just wasn't much.
thanks. it wasn't what it could have been i feel because i've gotta take these dampening meds. at the top of my game though i'm the best freestyler in the rap world at large.
Young nina, the crowd pleasa, shop til you drop, and the grass gets greena Canna bitch lean too in the lean-to? Frost the glass on the igloo? The thermostat under your tongue? This underslung, never under sung, slippery Freudian with a double Jung And did I mention how I’m double hung, the triple-double and the number one
They say sin is the devil, I don’t accept the spin, I’d be rootin’ for Lucifer but don’t know when to begin So break a leg, I’ll take a shin, if I’m coppin’ the Doppler, you’re dust in the wind It’s tough to defend cuz I’m slow to pretend, the day I was born the game could first see the end I vend fire like I tend ire, plug your hobbit hole with the Silver Spire Never whiter but please don’t tug the pacifier, trigger this livest gun for hire
The drops start fallin, and the top starts drawlin, think of my tears when I hear you ballin, get quick to the ramp with the Zergling wall-in I bring art to the game, you got a start to the name, what I’m is, nigga, it’s hard to became You sip the blood, I drink the shame, you smoke the rock, I pierce the vein
Break a bitch over my knee, it's over controversy But break a bitch over my lead and it's not the first chi. You know what I'm saying, like the spirit bomb, I'll bomb you first joint nothing like the first point, quick like the terse coin I'm in nothin' but the curse spin, and a bomb of the curse shin' I destroy limp bitch, nothing left but the head over which they tumble bitch bring it up fumble and I'll crush your hopes in this royal rumble but to tell you the truth I still flow like the holy grail I ale pale your fail scale like you can't handle a tail Silly bitch get broken smacked and smacked once more a cruel youth, and bottle of vermuth and nothing but deluth and delatarian the the proleterian you can't stop what you can't hand the underspoken the underslung up for a cool grab. can you nab what you want with the hands? i'll give you something you can handle no slim, no scandal. a cool boolean with no handle. can you handle it?
not a chance, son. I'm colder than your coolest gun. I'm colder than your oldest son. I'm ice hot like your coldest one.
Not a chance in this lightning that you should be lighting it. Bitch get broken. Fool start token. Show this Baggin's that you won't bag none of that shit. You'll ice it until you cool it out. And once it's cold you'll light it hot. You'll show that you know whatever's there is.... The piece that... You know not...
Well, whatever... Can't you see that? This cool, cool hots, ices what it knows, and what it knows is what it feels... but what it feels is the realest truth you'll know And an ice falls thru... But this solid ground can't withstand The one thing it... Can't stand to let go...
And so you so you see I'm realer than this rap game, realer than the fame it brings you. Realer than the taste it tangs too, Realer than the great it slangs who? Like you know me you can't hang with the heat of the smack this. Read faster. Rewind. Rewind, you can't catch your breath. You haven't got a clue of how to roll with the punches When in fact you're out to to lunch. And not a chance that a nigga can hold to the run way when I say, what I say, it's the real for real and not the fun way. I can spin like my kin, and before I'm kind, And before you rewind, be sure to be of the verse that I am signed.
Nigga you don't know. You can't show. You can't blow the first purse of the worst curse of the most sure that it is part of your own burst.
Don't you see that no matter what you do ?
you can't compare to me. Or me to you.
I'm the first, the worst, the most straight-forward the only.
Do you see? I'm the most sure. The most cured. The most reverbed. The most unprotected? The most to be repeated? The most to be deleted? The most to be surreal.
I bring to you what you can't imagine. The quick verse you can't lay hands on. I spin with the swerve. I beat the reverb. No matter how you beat it. I kick the rehearse. I smash through your hearse. I beat quicker than lines fill up and I fill with the words so absurd that a broken bitch can't help be heard against the first of insured with the negative and the positive of "me first"
i spin lyrics like you can't help to deserve like you wish yo and what i'm saying is...
you can't beg me to stay. (i certainly won't say)
if we do, i both may disappear i break like the frost of autumn i'm colder than the dawn of march
hot like the holy arch
touch the chi i'll break you you don't know it means but i'll break thee
like words can't explain i'll show you pain that you can't explain
without words the words come but nothing that
in words can't sum and that's what in a word i cum
but it shows
the first.
not the worst but the only.
the truth like you'd show me.
if only you could.
but you haven't an idea.
i hope you understand. i am the one.
the only one.
amidst the burning of the sun i stand against the rays first blazing and i show you
that the curse has been lifted but only insofar
as i can shove you down.
don't you see?
i'm not him. he's not me.
but that's the end of it. insofar as i can see.
only a word, maybe too..
but maybe not.
and can i show you the burning as i feel it the heat that'st most real left here
and not a word to
encompass this most
pusillanimity....
and yet if you don't
i only hope you read in the spirit that it was written
at this time and no other the words i've been feelin'
the truth i've been....
realin' to reveal
like a ghost in a hood a hood with a ghost
and a ghost in the should in the tense that it might be revealed
to those whose
limited..
understanding only encompasses the
yea, it doesn't matter at all.
i can't express a word for word, a real for real
a feel i get when i hold back
and i can't tell you
i wish i could
a thought that might if it would
a cool that might chill like it should
but it doesn't hold and not like a
not like a woo?
you see.
not a bit personally
i break these raps across my throat.
not as if i could but like i do.
not like i do but like i would
if the truth that divides you
would circumcise you
and would cut you up like the pieces
that personify you
these last lines are heavy a shot through the levy
a last attempt to make truth of the
well the "bevy"
as it were that constructs your
most
indigified
"coven"
i hope you see there's nothing left other than bricks
nothing here other than sick spix
and a dollar or two for the last ones who held the line against time.........
but this is nothing i understand. nothing to reprimand
Finally got around to recording something The beat is a random one from youtube. No idea which one it was though so (Credit to anon until I can find it).
Lyrics:
Gotta make moves quick gotta shake these shackles Got me runnin' through the desert like I'm buildin' tabernacles I'm tryin' to lead the way, like a modern day Moses More foolish than the Pharaoh if you dare oppose us Treat cowards like water, when I'm partin' red C's I'm like Samael when I'm departin' MC's I'm sick of stupid people, tell me when you gunna learn I'm Fiddilin like Nero while I watch the world burn No need to look, it was me who set that fire Had to make room, for my new empire. Now I'm taking over, Yeah the whole world see All the slack ass suckas have got to be ceased When I'm rollin' through the hood, I might deep beep em He thought them bowels were his but he just couldn't keep em It's poppin' off daily like you know the drama do H. Green run America, make em say "Obama who?" Mr black president, you know I'm just playin' I'm sure you understand the message I'm conveyin' Honesty hurts, that's why the truth cuts deep You can tell a lot about a person by the company that they keep So I'm a keep it like a pro man, I'm playing through the pain The flow stay unstoppable, like James in the lane Said my foundations good, so I'm workin on my frame. Incomplete now, but to quit would be a shame Stay reaching for a level, that many won't attain spasmatic, erratic, like they was tweakin' in my brain Damn!
@Yoko You need to put some audio to that fire. If you don't I might have to... haha.
During the peak of my depression junior year of high school I wrote this
"Depression is a funny thing, it leaves me wondering, What happened to the youthful sunny glee that was the younger me? The darkness, my suffering, came out from underneath And grabbed me, and suddenly it pains my lungs to breathe I used to laugh at suicide, I wondered who would die Willingly? Juvenile! But reality was euphemized For me and the truth is I, once I bothered to scrutinize Realized that I too wanted to depart from my ruthless life. I can't stand another day of this cursed darkness There's nothing here inside of my worthless carcass It's already unbearable but the worst of all is It's the only escape from my eternal hardship I'm sorry mom but it's time for me to go I know I'm only seventeen but I've my reasons so I'll see you soon mom, don't you cry for me we won't Be apart for too long, mom, just try to keep on goin'"
Sup I'm a baller Auto-mati-cally I'm a scholar First Imma scope your girl Then Imma call her Yeah I'm a baaalla Got more rims then frogga All my friends they holla When I go with the Naaaga Song of the siren Given you a my-grin Empty out the kitty bin Watch adventures with Finn
Let's take it back for a second Bit further than you reckoned To breaking out your crib Mowing down on the bib You were useless and toothless Tootful and ruthless If you made a mess, Ma was there Slower responses as you got hair So you got colder and older Had to carry your own boulder Society got a grip on you It stripped and clipped you And gave you prejudices and vices Ate your niceness and choices Left you alone and voiceless Yearning for when you were Innocent and cute and ruthless
Hey guys welcome to my rap, I like you all but you are still scrap. I go with my lines Until the rap shines But what will be my destination always bleed and no salvation Wanna chill all day, no motivation money runs low with this inflation Wanna stay young, keep my spirit wanna look good and feel vivit But then this games comes along So i wanted to write you a little song:
Starcraft motherfucking starcraft
Im the player you not want to meet 6 pool proxy hatching beat. Fast CC into 4 rax infront your base. You never win that fucking race. Sorrounding you drone is a treat. And you think i always cheat. Im not as bad as you might think. My special tactics will be blink. I kill you with my 100 apm. And all you do is spam spam spam. Monthy Python would be proud, But not on my watch nor in my house.
Now this is a story, all about how, My manner and skill brought fans to town. I'd like to take a second, just sit and feast on Grandpa Toss's story about the Beast From The East.
I'm a Western Ukrainian, born and raised, On Shakuras was where I spent most of my days. Merging and storming, feedbacking all, cloaking all, Shooting some Terrans outside of the smoke. When a couple of Zergs, they were starting to roam, Started making trouble in my neighbors' home. The zealots started to fight but I knew I could sense it, So I gave them some advice: Make expand, then defense it.
I whistled for a stalker to start my harrass, I upgraded blink, and I started to dash. Could this be all I need when the armies would clash? I quickly realized you require more vespene gas.
I- flew- into Aiur using special tactics, In a speedy warp prism to harrass galactic. I looked at my people, and I said with good will: Hello, my name is White-Ra; More GG, More Skill.
Glowsphere glowing in the dead of the night So chill, no skill but feeling all right With my fingers on the keys going click click click To the time and the beat of the wall clock's tick It's bad, knowing I should go to bed Instead spewing words from my fucked up head Nobody going to care, nobody going to read But I came and I saw and I done my deed
Parappa is probably the best recorded rapper we've seen. Those have both been great. The change from battle rap to normal rap has also made the variety of raps a lot better, even if the frequency of posts has dropped from it.
Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down All i gonna do is rick rolling you
User was warned for this post
edit:
Ok, warned for meme. >.> But i have one more, a rap song i created like 8-10 years ago. A rap intro song for a book. A book, i havent wrote yet though. <.<
verse 1
All i got is this one live, all i need is to survive. Back to earth where i am free, this is where i wanne be. Demons all around me die, if i make my weapons fly. Angels are behind me too, said i have to going through, through a giant door of blood, where the hell is waking up.
verse 2
At a darkness rainy night, came down to earth and killy wife. They have chosen me, for a warrior to be. Hitted by dagger of the fifth, thats how i got heavens gift.
EPT
