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This is a thread specifically for posting your very own written and freestyle raps, whether they be just typed out as rough drafts, recorded on music sites, or you make a whole video that you want to share. If you just want to discuss hip-hop in general, please visit the Hip-Hop Music Discussion Thread, but I must warn you in advance: they like the album Yeezus. Of course, it's not against the law to talk here and there as long as you're discussing raps, and not going off on some wild tangent talking about if you can feed your dog a fruit and vegetable diet or something weird like that.
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In 2004, The Freestyle Rap Battle thread emerged on teamliquid.net, and to be honest, it started out as a joke until a few years later, a few of us started having fun with it and the thread got good for a bit; from an objective point of view, I guess.
On November 15 2014 06:52 Capped wrote:
So uh, anyone want to take a shot at what that tru flo guy was doing spamming bad rap in TL's 10 commandments?
I thought i only had to suffer that stuff when ninazerg necro'd that crappy freestyle thread every 3 months
So uh, anyone want to take a shot at what that tru flo guy was doing spamming bad rap in TL's 10 commandments?
I thought i only had to suffer that stuff when ninazerg necro'd that crappy freestyle thread every 3 months
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So, not everyone is a fan, clearly. And if you're not, nobody is forcing you to read this thread. The old thread had no clear direction and got trolled pretty badly, and was eventually shut down for becoming essentially a bathroom wall. So I wrote and proposed the following:
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On December 27 2014 19:49 ninazerg wrote:
Yeah, I felt like there were some good posters there like GreenHorizons, WarSame, Noman, joeschmo, and I fell like I contributed some fairly entertaining posts there for people who appreciate hip-hop. At the same time, the problem was that people would come in there to troll the thread. Not even marginally funny stuff, either. I noticed a lot of the troll posts are by people with only 1 post, which suggests to me that there are TL users who are around in the community who create alternate accounts to troll the one thread, which is a clear abuse of the site's rules.
I really don't know what the demographics of TL are like, but imagine, if I may guess, that not many of the users are familiar or fans of hip-hop music or culture, and don't really appreciate it as an art-form. I'm not saying this in any way to disparage TL's user-base, as they are rightfully entitled to their particular tastes in music, art and culture, but rather, as a way of saying that I can understand how that thread may be misinterpreted as a bad thread. Granted, the last couple of pages have been bad because of unchecked trolling.
Hip-hop is an inherently competitive art-form, and although we have a good deal of respect for each other, we often satirically poke fun at each other in a manner that can seem unnecessarily harsh, hence, the 'battle' aspect. The idea is to one-up the person before you by saying "That was okay, but here's something better." and writing out a more intricate and/or complex series of stanzas utilizing various types of wordplay, including multiple-syllabic rhymes, tongue-twisters (like 'she sells sea shells by the sea shore'), metaphors, allegories, double entendre, slanted-rhymes, connecting distant ideas through references, and so on. That's what GreenHorizons and myself try to do when we write there. It's a very unique and challenging way of creating a type of abstract art.
The troll problem in the thread comes from them saying to themselves, "Let me show them how stupid their hobby is by writing my own shitty raps" so in regards to the latest troll, 'stalka', who I would bet five dollars is not from Nigeria, did kind of what I expected: no matter the response, he would not make any attempt to step up any part of his game, and choosing to stay very low-brow with "You suck, I'm the best, I fucked your mom [Pardon my language]" and so on. So instead of simply letting him spam, I wrote back with some pretty decent responses that included some clever wordplay that one of the other posters even decided to rap aloud on soundcloud. Not that the troll deserved any kind of response, but regardless of the poor quality of his posts, some of us regular posters in the thread, myself included, decided to simply have fun with it and just write some good material.
If I were to make any sort of recommendation for a new thread, it would be a divergence away from the battling aspect of hip-hop, which is less prevalent today than it was 10 years ago, and more of a "post your raps" sort of thing, which would encourage people to post more of their own original music. Additionally, the allusion of 'freestyle' would be done away with, because in hip-hop, freestyle refers more to a non-written / non-rehearsed style of alliteration.
Yeah, I felt like there were some good posters there like GreenHorizons, WarSame, Noman, joeschmo, and I fell like I contributed some fairly entertaining posts there for people who appreciate hip-hop. At the same time, the problem was that people would come in there to troll the thread. Not even marginally funny stuff, either. I noticed a lot of the troll posts are by people with only 1 post, which suggests to me that there are TL users who are around in the community who create alternate accounts to troll the one thread, which is a clear abuse of the site's rules.
I really don't know what the demographics of TL are like, but imagine, if I may guess, that not many of the users are familiar or fans of hip-hop music or culture, and don't really appreciate it as an art-form. I'm not saying this in any way to disparage TL's user-base, as they are rightfully entitled to their particular tastes in music, art and culture, but rather, as a way of saying that I can understand how that thread may be misinterpreted as a bad thread. Granted, the last couple of pages have been bad because of unchecked trolling.
Hip-hop is an inherently competitive art-form, and although we have a good deal of respect for each other, we often satirically poke fun at each other in a manner that can seem unnecessarily harsh, hence, the 'battle' aspect. The idea is to one-up the person before you by saying "That was okay, but here's something better." and writing out a more intricate and/or complex series of stanzas utilizing various types of wordplay, including multiple-syllabic rhymes, tongue-twisters (like 'she sells sea shells by the sea shore'), metaphors, allegories, double entendre, slanted-rhymes, connecting distant ideas through references, and so on. That's what GreenHorizons and myself try to do when we write there. It's a very unique and challenging way of creating a type of abstract art.
The troll problem in the thread comes from them saying to themselves, "Let me show them how stupid their hobby is by writing my own shitty raps" so in regards to the latest troll, 'stalka', who I would bet five dollars is not from Nigeria, did kind of what I expected: no matter the response, he would not make any attempt to step up any part of his game, and choosing to stay very low-brow with "You suck, I'm the best, I fucked your mom [Pardon my language]" and so on. So instead of simply letting him spam, I wrote back with some pretty decent responses that included some clever wordplay that one of the other posters even decided to rap aloud on soundcloud. Not that the troll deserved any kind of response, but regardless of the poor quality of his posts, some of us regular posters in the thread, myself included, decided to simply have fun with it and just write some good material.
If I were to make any sort of recommendation for a new thread, it would be a divergence away from the battling aspect of hip-hop, which is less prevalent today than it was 10 years ago, and more of a "post your raps" sort of thing, which would encourage people to post more of their own original music. Additionally, the allusion of 'freestyle' would be done away with, because in hip-hop, freestyle refers more to a non-written / non-rehearsed style of alliteration.
About the genre: Rap music is a broad term for a style of spoken-word lyrics, often accompanied by a beat. 'Rap' generally refers to the inner-city hip-hop culture-influenced style of spoken-word lyrics, performed by an emcee, and a beat produced by a DJ. DJs use a wide variety of techniques to produce a unique style of music, including the use of drums, bass, sampling, scratching, and electronic sounds. Through sampling, beats can be made with a wide variety of musical genres, including rock, jazz, blues, classical, and even country music. The spoken-word lyrics are the 'rap', which have great diversity in delivery style and content.
Most rappers perform on-beat, that is, keeping their wording in sync with the drumbeat. This usually requires the emcee to keep a certain tempo, but some emcees can change their tempo and stay on-beat while maintaining a certain sense of 'smoothness' to their alliteration. Not all emcees rap on-beat, especially when freestyling, but this style is a rarity.
The 1990s are often considered the 'golden era' of rap music, which saw the rise of many well-known artists, such as Tupac Shakur, The Wu-Tang Clan, Nas, Notorious B.I.G., DMX, Snoop Dogg, Big L, Outkast, Eminem, Big Pun, Mos Def, KRS-One, Kurupt, A Tribe Called Quest, Naughty By Nature, B-Real, and many more.
The 1980s saw groups like Public Enemy and NWA break into the mainstream, along with Run DMC, LL Cool J, Rakim, The Beastie Boys, Ice-T, Big Daddy Kane, Jazzy Jeff, MC Lyte, Salt-N-Pepa, Afrika Bambaataa, MC Hammer, Heavy D, Grandmaster Flash, and of course, JJ Fad.
The 2000s was when a lot of underground rappers from the 90s hit the mainstream. Jay-Z was already a monster after the release of Blueprint, and Eminem with the release of The Slim Shady LP. Other rappers you may have seen have popped up during this era, such as Tech N9ne, Redman, Nelly, Ludacris, Lupe Fiasco, 50 Cent, Kanye West, Kid Cudi, Common, Immortal Technique, Talib Kweli, Xzibit, Twista, G-Unit, The Black-Eyed Peas, Lil Kim, Eve, Diabolic, Hopsin, Busta Rhymes, Juelz Santana, D12, Jedi Mind Tricks, and all those guys from Army Of The Pharaohs.
Rap-Rock groups like Linkin Park have had artists like Mike Shinoda in their line-up, and have collaborated with artists like Styles of Beyond, Apathy, Celph-Titled, Chali 2na, Pharoahe Monch, Cheapshot, Planet Asia, and Rakim.
Also, special shout-out to Master P.
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Why do we need rules? Because of absolutely worthless spam like this: example 1, example 2. The best rule you can follow is to not be an idiot, and if you have an inevitable predisposition for idiocy, I would highly recommend you not post at all, anywhere.
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1. Do not create a new account on teamliquid.net or any affiliate site for the purpose of spamming in this thread.
2. If you're going to call everyone in the thread out, you better be a lyrical mastermind. Otherwise, if you go "You're all gay" or something to that effect and write something that looks like your cat rolled around on the keyboard randomly, we will report you for spamming.
3. Put some effort into your work. Going into an art thread and posting a squiggly line and saying "hey guyz hows this" will almost certain get you immediately banned on any art website.
4. Special rules on threatening content:
Violence is an unfortunate part of our society, especially in low-income and/or inner city populations. Artists express their grief, anger and fear of violence in their lyrics, and sometimes even feel like lashing out, i.e., "As I'm bailin down the block that I come from, still gotta pack a gun, Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb" [Tupac Shakur] or express the feeling of being so angry they want to kill someone, like in Eminem's Kim.
Additionally, in stand-up comedy, the phrase "killed it" or "I killed 'em" often refers to a set that went particularly well. This phrase also applies in hip-hop, i.e., 'killin' on the track', or defeating someone in a battle, 'killed him/her'. So, in reference to killing, murder, slaughtering, and so on, it is an acceptable part of the gig, with one exception:
No actual death threats/threats of assault. This basically where you pull a "Taken" and say "I will find you and I will kill you."
Differentiating a legitimate threat like "You're dead, fucker. I'm going to cut your throat when I find you." and a non-legitimate threat, "Your rhymes are about to be dead and buried, I'll slap you upside the head cartoon-style like Tom and Jerry" are often easy to spot. If you feel like heading into some particularly dark territory, post a spoiler that says 'not an actual death threat' and a short explanation for the lyrics. Example:
Verse
I've got two guns and I feel like they're about to blast you
Put you in a casket faster than I can knock and you ask who
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Not an actual death threat. I have no ill feelings towards him and just thought this was a cool verse. I don't actually own any guns, let alone two.
and if that's too much to ask, because of the integrity of your art or whatever, scribble it in your personal journal.
5. Rule on Racism and Discrimination:
You can be racist without actually using a 'racist word'. For example, if you say "To drown a black person, throw a bucket of fried chicken into a pool.", that would be racist, even if it's 'just a joke'. Don't do that. Talking about racism is fine, especially if it frustrates you. But if racism frustrates you, I would encourage you not be racist.
Why? Because of THE MAN. However, if you use a word like 'nigga' or 'spic' and so on, the context is important. Generally, you can use a racial epithet if you are from the same race as the word you are using. For example, if you are black, you can say 'Niggas be talkin'" and it's fine. If you're white, don't. Just don't. Why? I don't know. It is one of the great mysteries of science.
You can't say something racist and then put a spoiler at the bottom that says "By the way, I'm not racist." because it doesn't work that way. The key thing here is context. Sometimes, when you're telling a story, you may recall reading or hearing racist things. In other cases, you may be protesting racism.
There are other kinds of discriminatory speech, and I can't discuss all of them here, but I will say this: words actually can hurt people. If someone is told that they're worthless enough times, there are cases were they start to believe it. It's hard to block out negative energy when all you feel is negative energy around you. So when you use certain language, everything is fair game until it affects the people around you. It's easy to feel cynical and fall into the trap of feeling like nothing is important and therefore, people aren't important, and then start using this reasoning as a way of feeling open to making people around you feel worthless and hated.
This is more of a guideline than a rule. You have to be honest with how you feel, but sometimes the more offensive honesty is best posted elsewhere. I really don't like having to say that, but I kind of feel like it's necessary. You're free to say "I don't like Catholics", but you wouldn't say "I hope all the Catholics get killed."
Allusions to sexism, racism, homophobia are allowed.
Singular words associated with sexism, racism, homophobia are allowed, but should be used appropriately.
Actual sexism, racism, homophobia is not allowed.
The phrase "all bitches is hoes" is allowed by default.
6. Format:
There are quite a few formats that are used. Paragraph/Backslash:
I like cats/ I like rats/ I like hats/ I don't like brats/ I like cats/ I like rats/ I like hats/ I don't like brats/ I like cats/ I like rats/ I like hats/ I don't like brats/ I like cats/ I like rats/ I like hats/ I don't like brats/ I like cats/ I like rats/ I like hats/ I don't like brats/
In this style, each line ending in a rhyme ends with a backslash and wraps around. The same format can be used with commas:
I like cats, I like rats, I like hats, I don't like brats, I like cats, I like rats, I like hats, I don't like brats, I like cats, I like rats, I like hats, I don't like brats, I like cats, I like rats, I like hats, I don't like brats, I like cats, I like rats, I like hats, I don't like brats, I like cats, I like rats, I like hats, I don't like brats, I like cats, I like rats, I like hats, I don't like brats,
Note that some lines may contain multiple rhymes, but the rhyming word with the most emphasis goes last. If the final word in the bar doesn't rhyme, then you have failed at rapping. The format I tend to use is like this:
I like cats, I like rats
I like rats, I don't like brats
In this format, the commas don't really mean much besides a short pause. The emphasized rhyming words would be 'rats' and 'brats'. Again, if the final word in the bar doesn't rhyme, your rap will look like this:
I like cats, I like rats
I like rats, I don't like brats
I like packs, I like pencils <--- "pencils"? What the fuck?
I like snacks, I don't like hacks
I would discourage the usage of ALL CAPSLOCK OR SHIFT KEYS except when 'shouting'. You may not shout your entire rap if you're posting a text-only rap, as this violates the forum guidelines. If you want to scream into a microphone, you're more than welcome to do so, but good luck finding someone who doesn't hate all the static it'll produce. Then again, if you do your scream-rap right, it might sound good. Who knows until you try it, right?
Anyhow, I also strongly recommend not using an ellipsis, which is those three dots that occur after a trailing thought...
The "..." ellipsis should be used for a semi-long pause. These pauses are sometimes used to stay on beat during shorter verses and/or to take a breath to put a lot of emphasis on the following word(s). If you need to break a longer word up to make it work better, you can use hyphens to turn 'eliminate' into 'e-liminate' or 'elimi-nate', depending on what you're rhyming it with, because sometimes it's easier to understand if you're rhyming a single word with a series of smaller words.
Avoid using shorthand if u can.
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Here's a list of some user-based creations:
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On December 30 2014 01:35 Paljas wrote:
A new thread? I'm not very optimistic.
Why? Well, thats rather simplistic:
Every poster in the old thread was a bad rapper, no exceptions.
Ok, maybe not everybody, here's a list of the corrections:
It goes lichter, joeschmo, nina and Mightie,
Green Horizons, Warsame, Noman, Gosi and then me.
Yes, I stole this line from Eminem and just exchanged some names,
better to be good at copying than to write down whack shit - lyrical aids.
And why is the OP telling me that I am not allowed
to discuss what a vegan diet for carnivor animals is all about?
Fuck this, I discuss the issue when I feel like it
but I have no clue about biology, so I don't know shit
about it, so you got lucky I guess,
and you ask me instead
For what reason I wrote down this text.
Fame, cash and honor are not for what I write down these rhymes,
I just want someone to post that epic rap battle gif under my lines.
A new thread? I'm not very optimistic.
Why? Well, thats rather simplistic:
Every poster in the old thread was a bad rapper, no exceptions.
Ok, maybe not everybody, here's a list of the corrections:
It goes lichter, joeschmo, nina and Mightie,
Green Horizons, Warsame, Noman, Gosi and then me.
Yes, I stole this line from Eminem and just exchanged some names,
better to be good at copying than to write down whack shit - lyrical aids.
And why is the OP telling me that I am not allowed
to discuss what a vegan diet for carnivor animals is all about?
Fuck this, I discuss the issue when I feel like it
but I have no clue about biology, so I don't know shit
about it, so you got lucky I guess,
and you ask me instead
For what reason I wrote down this text.
Fame, cash and honor are not for what I write down these rhymes,
I just want someone to post that epic rap battle gif under my lines.
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On December 30 2014 02:13 puppykiller wrote:
There is a certain Mr. who irks me bitter
worse then winter.
Immersed in internet to burden winners
by spurting vinegar.
I'd like to take my dick or my finger
simmered in ginger
wriggle it into your sphincter then linger.
Then I will scissor kick ya, your chin turns
to hit earth where you lick turds.
There is a certain Mr. who irks me bitter
worse then winter.
Immersed in internet to burden winners
by spurting vinegar.
I'd like to take my dick or my finger
simmered in ginger
wriggle it into your sphincter then linger.
Then I will scissor kick ya, your chin turns
to hit earth where you lick turds.
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On January 12 2015 00:48 puppykiller wrote:
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
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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On January 02 2015 05:46 WarSame wrote:
It's not pushing you to a vocation
It's finding your calling
You can't have eternal vacation
You won't always be balling
The key to humanity is fulfilling our needs
And our peculiarity, doing good deeds
Food, clothes, and a roof on our head
Giving us this day, our daily bread
It's tempting to live on Easy Street
But we have to work for daily meat
There won't always be safe nets to fall on
There won't always be grandma to call on
So you weave your way in this cruel world
To survive and provide for your girl
They all like to act like it's being number one
But the reason we work is to get shit done
The laws of economy dictate what gets paid
It's not just based on what items you've made
So a baller can get hundreds of mills
While a cleaner can hardly afford his bills
It's not all luck and talent
School lets you load the ballot
They push you to go learn your way
So that it's easier to earn your pay
If you're going to have to work to support yourself
You should work less so you can cavort with wealth
EDIT: Man, it is hard to get some parts of this to work out. Especially the luck and talent part sounds just awkward however I read it, but I can't figure out the best way to phrase it.
EDIT2: Schelim, from what I've heard, your music is pretty good. I wish the quality of your recording was better, though.
It's not pushing you to a vocation
It's finding your calling
You can't have eternal vacation
You won't always be balling
The key to humanity is fulfilling our needs
And our peculiarity, doing good deeds
Food, clothes, and a roof on our head
Giving us this day, our daily bread
It's tempting to live on Easy Street
But we have to work for daily meat
There won't always be safe nets to fall on
There won't always be grandma to call on
So you weave your way in this cruel world
To survive and provide for your girl
They all like to act like it's being number one
But the reason we work is to get shit done
The laws of economy dictate what gets paid
It's not just based on what items you've made
So a baller can get hundreds of mills
While a cleaner can hardly afford his bills
It's not all luck and talent
School lets you load the ballot
They push you to go learn your way
So that it's easier to earn your pay
If you're going to have to work to support yourself
You should work less so you can cavort with wealth
EDIT: Man, it is hard to get some parts of this to work out. Especially the luck and talent part sounds just awkward however I read it, but I can't figure out the best way to phrase it.
EDIT2: Schelim, from what I've heard, your music is pretty good. I wish the quality of your recording was better, though.
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On January 03 2015 15:27 WarSame wrote:
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
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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On January 04 2015 15:10 WarSame wrote:
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
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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On January 11 2015 09:18 WarSame wrote:
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
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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On January 14 2015 10:24 WarSame wrote:
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
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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On January 25 2015 12:22 WarSame wrote:
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!
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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On December 30 2014 02:59 xtorn wrote:
hey im not some rap personality like Travis Scott,
but still screw it, imma give this a shot
you see i like this game a lot, it's got hydras and lings
its hard as hell, but winning gives you wings
you try everyday, it all happens on ladder
might lose a lot, but fuck it! doesn't matter
so all you gotta do to be the best,
watch the pros play, dont care about the rest
just go #tryhard, but hey dont get stressed
rinse and repeat, over and over again
although dont get stuck on the single player campaign.
you see i tried to understand, every day and every night,
what's the secret of the one known as STLife
he puts lings in your base and makes it look easy
you just cant do the same without being cheesy
so try him, he'll give you a quick knockout,
how the hell does he do it with only one scout?
so i kept telling myself, "its all in the mind!"
tried the same strat, and outcome? DENIED
then i said fuck it, ill just go protoss
the result of that? loss after loss
got so bummed that im not awesomesauce
might even switch to god damn lacrosse.
as cool as this is, i cant talk in rhymes,
ill go back to starcraft, and push through hard times
(tho i might go insane from all widowmines)
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chillin
like bob dylan
on some mad pennicilin
hey im not some rap personality like Travis Scott,
but still screw it, imma give this a shot
you see i like this game a lot, it's got hydras and lings
its hard as hell, but winning gives you wings
you try everyday, it all happens on ladder
might lose a lot, but fuck it! doesn't matter
so all you gotta do to be the best,
watch the pros play, dont care about the rest
just go #tryhard, but hey dont get stressed
rinse and repeat, over and over again
although dont get stuck on the single player campaign.
you see i tried to understand, every day and every night,
what's the secret of the one known as STLife
he puts lings in your base and makes it look easy
you just cant do the same without being cheesy
so try him, he'll give you a quick knockout,
how the hell does he do it with only one scout?
so i kept telling myself, "its all in the mind!"
tried the same strat, and outcome? DENIED
then i said fuck it, ill just go protoss
the result of that? loss after loss
got so bummed that im not awesomesauce
might even switch to god damn lacrosse.
as cool as this is, i cant talk in rhymes,
ill go back to starcraft, and push through hard times
(tho i might go insane from all widowmines)
---
chillin
like bob dylan
on some mad pennicilin
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On December 30 2014 05:08 xtorn wrote:
heres another one, i call it "Barbie"
listen to this while reading
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i dont give a fuck if this ain't proper "rap"
i kinda like it, so i won't simply stop
its somewhat comforting, rambling about life
with all the shit one goes through, when nothing is right
when things fall apart, you just want to let go
and see where life takes you, just go with the flow.
so i got this call yesterday,
my ex girlfriend, you know
she asked if all is okay
and said "i've tickets to this show,
lets go have fun, and then to this party, alright?"
now, this is dicey, she and i had a fight
but i thought, "meh whats the worst that can happen, in only one night?"
the show was ok, went on for an hour
some light comedy, a bit happy, bit sour
we then called a cab and she said, "you know what
ive missed these times, i missed you a lot"
so i kinda knew where all this was going
but thought to myself "im sorry, you're still annoying"
so i made the rules clear, "party then home
its not like we're moving in a mansion in Rome".
as the party went on, she kept hitting on others
and looked back at me, to check if i bother
but im so used to it, i really dont care
its just her old habits, nothing to see there.
as the party ended, "goodbye, and goodnight!"
i thought "that wasnt so bad, was really alright"
though found it funny, how she tried to ignite
old sparks that a long time ago have then died.
but on the way home, maaan, she started to whine,
how the food was so baaaaad, how careless was I,
how i forgot "our song", which ofc she still likes.
so i said to the cabbie "hey dude please stop here
id rather walk home, than get bleeding ears"
so this was my ex, ain't she a treat?
one out of ten, would never repeat.
[Chorus] One out of ten, would never repeat
heres another one, i call it "Barbie"
listen to this while reading
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i dont give a fuck if this ain't proper "rap"
i kinda like it, so i won't simply stop
its somewhat comforting, rambling about life
with all the shit one goes through, when nothing is right
when things fall apart, you just want to let go
and see where life takes you, just go with the flow.
so i got this call yesterday,
my ex girlfriend, you know
she asked if all is okay
and said "i've tickets to this show,
lets go have fun, and then to this party, alright?"
now, this is dicey, she and i had a fight
but i thought, "meh whats the worst that can happen, in only one night?"
the show was ok, went on for an hour
some light comedy, a bit happy, bit sour
we then called a cab and she said, "you know what
ive missed these times, i missed you a lot"
so i kinda knew where all this was going
but thought to myself "im sorry, you're still annoying"
so i made the rules clear, "party then home
its not like we're moving in a mansion in Rome".
as the party went on, she kept hitting on others
and looked back at me, to check if i bother
but im so used to it, i really dont care
its just her old habits, nothing to see there.
as the party ended, "goodbye, and goodnight!"
i thought "that wasnt so bad, was really alright"
though found it funny, how she tried to ignite
old sparks that a long time ago have then died.
but on the way home, maaan, she started to whine,
how the food was so baaaaad, how careless was I,
how i forgot "our song", which ofc she still likes.
so i said to the cabbie "hey dude please stop here
id rather walk home, than get bleeding ears"
so this was my ex, ain't she a treat?
one out of ten, would never repeat.
[Chorus] One out of ten, would never repeat
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On December 30 2014 13:34 xtorn wrote:
"Jail"
(i listened to this while writing it )
This here is a short meditation,
About people that preach you on finding your vocation
They all keep rambling on about some aspiration,
And you just end up lost in translation.
So your peers always said "get better at it, son!
Sooner or later, you'll be number one!
Eat healthy, learn daily, life is a test,
fight everyday, you just can't afford rest"
But i don't wanna compete, what the frack? Just let me be
or ill end up a byproduct of your broken society.
An efficient machine, with a body of steel
With zero emotions, and nothing to feel
They said "be a doctor or lawyer, be so inclined
Try to be better, accomplished and kind!"
But they just trained me to spend life in the prison of mind.
So tell me - how does school train creativity?
It doesnt, it just keeps you in captivity.
You think you're wiser, the older you get?
When you're just a mix of pain and regret?
Maybe i dont want to be a fuckin lawyer, rather a skydiver
Live my life free, be my own driver
Don't need your advice, fuck you! Open your eyes
Don't preach shit to me, better think twice
Cuz you cant even look at yourself in the mirror
When all you see there, is failure and fear.
Yeah, all this is stuff that makes zero sense
Cuz i simply don't care of your past perfect tense.
"Jail"
(i listened to this while writing it )
This here is a short meditation,
About people that preach you on finding your vocation
They all keep rambling on about some aspiration,
And you just end up lost in translation.
So your peers always said "get better at it, son!
Sooner or later, you'll be number one!
Eat healthy, learn daily, life is a test,
fight everyday, you just can't afford rest"
But i don't wanna compete, what the frack? Just let me be
or ill end up a byproduct of your broken society.
An efficient machine, with a body of steel
With zero emotions, and nothing to feel
They said "be a doctor or lawyer, be so inclined
Try to be better, accomplished and kind!"
But they just trained me to spend life in the prison of mind.
So tell me - how does school train creativity?
It doesnt, it just keeps you in captivity.
You think you're wiser, the older you get?
When you're just a mix of pain and regret?
Maybe i dont want to be a fuckin lawyer, rather a skydiver
Live my life free, be my own driver
Don't need your advice, fuck you! Open your eyes
Don't preach shit to me, better think twice
Cuz you cant even look at yourself in the mirror
When all you see there, is failure and fear.
Yeah, all this is stuff that makes zero sense
Cuz i simply don't care of your past perfect tense.
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On December 30 2014 09:40 youngminii wrote:
Y'all talk as if this thing is a game
The rap game came and left none of us sane
'Coz we're all the same but can't see past the shame
Of being less than we wanted to be
Stuck typing in an online gaming spree
But fuck all these hoes and g's
Don't need to stand back and idly by
While other niggas climb the ladder up to the sky
No not the literal sky, the fucking money sky
Way up high, over all our lows and highs
And it's a statement of success
Which is why I need to undress
Unwind my mind and follow behind the minds that don't care what they leave behind.
am i doing this right
Y'all talk as if this thing is a game
The rap game came and left none of us sane
'Coz we're all the same but can't see past the shame
Of being less than we wanted to be
Stuck typing in an online gaming spree
But fuck all these hoes and g's
Don't need to stand back and idly by
While other niggas climb the ladder up to the sky
No not the literal sky, the fucking money sky
Way up high, over all our lows and highs
And it's a statement of success
Which is why I need to undress
Unwind my mind and follow behind the minds that don't care what they leave behind.
am i doing this right
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On December 30 2014 14:17 youngminii wrote:
You make it sound like life is war
Life is tough but surely you need more
More dollar bills more sex, bro just get a whore!
Nah fuck, I get what you mean
Life says be someone mean
Gotta be stronger leaner and better
Than the kid next door who only wants butter
on his bread, coz it's the only thing he can muster
No money no food no health no gains
What's the point then, the meaning of life, again?
Study, play, don't fuck up your brain
Or is it money? Why is that funny?
We fuck like bunnies then throw on our sunnies
Walk around like gods and kings
When all we are, machines with rings
Jewellery and all that shit, designed to keep us incompetent
Never realising that there's more in this continent
Love patience happiness and tolerance
Drugs fear segregation and aggravation
You call it jail, I call it fail
We could've had fanmail, but now we working retail
Secure your dreams kid, or you'll end up like my dad bailed.
You make it sound like life is war
Life is tough but surely you need more
More dollar bills more sex, bro just get a whore!
Nah fuck, I get what you mean
Life says be someone mean
Gotta be stronger leaner and better
Than the kid next door who only wants butter
on his bread, coz it's the only thing he can muster
No money no food no health no gains
What's the point then, the meaning of life, again?
Study, play, don't fuck up your brain
Or is it money? Why is that funny?
We fuck like bunnies then throw on our sunnies
Walk around like gods and kings
When all we are, machines with rings
Jewellery and all that shit, designed to keep us incompetent
Never realising that there's more in this continent
Love patience happiness and tolerance
Drugs fear segregation and aggravation
You call it jail, I call it fail
We could've had fanmail, but now we working retail
Secure your dreams kid, or you'll end up like my dad bailed.
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On December 30 2014 18:13 youngminii wrote:
Don't act like drugs are cool
What do you know? You're just a fool
Talking about some shit like a tool
To seem as if you know more than you do
Yeah I'm the illest chillest and I know I'm the realest
I've seen shit that you've only heard from the dealers
I've done some shit and now I'm in deepest
Deeper than your heart has ever known
I had a dance with the devil blown
Got burnt in the fire shown
By my reluctance to aim higher
Don't fuck with me, drugs or play dire
It's better to say pure and stay flyer
Coz we real, but we gon' cry, ah..
Don't act like drugs are cool
What do you know? You're just a fool
Talking about some shit like a tool
To seem as if you know more than you do
Yeah I'm the illest chillest and I know I'm the realest
I've seen shit that you've only heard from the dealers
I've done some shit and now I'm in deepest
Deeper than your heart has ever known
I had a dance with the devil blown
Got burnt in the fire shown
By my reluctance to aim higher
Don't fuck with me, drugs or play dire
It's better to say pure and stay flyer
Coz we real, but we gon' cry, ah..
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On January 02 2015 12:02 youngminii wrote:
Ima tell youse a story
I blew a fuse reaching for the glory
I refused to stop even when it all got gory
Break the mold, take hold, hit gold like they told me
Fuck dat, quick look around
Whats that? Dont worry, just hold your ground
Every distraction, another subtraction, bring on a third faction but quick start your next action
Or youre gonna be forced to find a new source to get more resources to fix your thesaurus
Another word for another loss
Defeat, I got beat, fuck this beat, bring me more heat and Ill take another seat
This time Ill try harder
I'll make sure I play faster
I'll break your face to get farther
I'll think of ways to die harder
I challenge thee
In any game or three
Starcraft dota or counter strike me
I'll even settle for a world of warcraft spree
But by the end I'll make sure
To step on you as I leave the door
Rub your face on the floor
Coz after you, I'll need more
Ima tell youse a story
I blew a fuse reaching for the glory
I refused to stop even when it all got gory
Break the mold, take hold, hit gold like they told me
Fuck dat, quick look around
Whats that? Dont worry, just hold your ground
Every distraction, another subtraction, bring on a third faction but quick start your next action
Or youre gonna be forced to find a new source to get more resources to fix your thesaurus
Another word for another loss
Defeat, I got beat, fuck this beat, bring me more heat and Ill take another seat
This time Ill try harder
I'll make sure I play faster
I'll break your face to get farther
I'll think of ways to die harder
I challenge thee
In any game or three
Starcraft dota or counter strike me
I'll even settle for a world of warcraft spree
But by the end I'll make sure
To step on you as I leave the door
Rub your face on the floor
Coz after you, I'll need more
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On January 03 2015 15:45 youngminii wrote:
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
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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On January 04 2015 00:34 youngminii wrote:
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
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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On January 04 2015 20:16 youngminii wrote:
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
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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