Past, Present, Phuture. (@Eng.. 15 year old FIRE..The Oldest shit i remember writing word for word cause id spit it a lot)

Geno · 05-21-2018, 10:06 PM

Past..
Was born then i grew, confused from age 2 all the way through day school
Was never the chump, i kept my hands up like raised roofs
An enraged youth, evade truth, i was like whoo needs it, what reason
A disturbed human being, rumor breeding, fire spittin -akuma breathing
Motivated by mostly hatred, was known to play with ghosts and demons
A relentless menace, i couldnt keep friends -had aggressive friendships
Do you get the message? Attencion defasite during classes
Not to mention hyperactive, indeed my life was maddness
Adrenaline kept kickin in, always force fed prescriptions of ritaline
Of course, it was often my derivitive, this is how i reminisce, ive got the chills..
They kept me drugged up when i was younger, no wonder im still poppin pills
Rhymin real, until im embraced a deal for spittin, so make a real.decision
My 5 senses on the track help you hear, smell, touch, taste & feel the wisdom
Presently on probation, drug procrastination has me mad..
Perhaps ill relapse after i pass rehab, uncertain
Still sick in the mind, sick when i rhyme
I had to buy a flu shot before theyed sell me a mic
Went to jail, even in my cell i would write
Scratchin on the walls with a clever device
I caught my suntan through the window when the weather was nice

Present..
My veins run cold and bluish, frozen fluids, i cant maintain composure stupid
Searchin for sanity cause ive been known to lose it, disowned by music
cause musically ive exposed the trueness, Im the truest with 2 cents
My life story begins where the good news ends
My attitude changes frequently, like a frequancy
Ive recently lost control of all reasoning, reason being..
I could care less about people then we did about jesus bleeding
Indecent demons keep increasing the beef im seeking
Beefin with priests beliefs for thinkin i wont leave religious beings extinct
Be that as it may, im as bad as they say..
Ill treat your life how you should treat the mic, pass it away
Placed in a casket to stay, cast of the face of the planet
to a place where ur stranded, there is no escapin fate when im after my prey
Im preyin on first rate mercenaries yo, youll end up in a worst case scenario
Fuck san rio, everywhdre you look the sand meets the air in your nose
Ill make you swallow your pride, and hurt the glands in your throat
And now you know where i stand as a man on his own
My companions are nowhere around, like a ghost town
My spirit so broken i feel like im closed down
My smile decomposed to a frown, like depression -im down
Stick out my head and cut my neck, or put the fuckin rope around

Future..
Rest assured, im still reppin hard, armed with an ill repitoire, weapons drawn
Drawin pints of blood until the blood pressures gone
No need for heartbeats dog, lets evolve
Im pressin onwards, farther, much harder, always wanted to be a father
So I left the sun martyred, sex changed to a daughter
raped her and she gave birth to a star much darker
Im a dark lord, so get that straight..
a maniac on the track, no need for skitz on tapes
Theres enough skitzophrenics in the mix all day
Im the futures nuisance, a bomb with two pins
Whenever i go off i seem to lose friends
If the poor ate feces -i wouldnt give 2 shits
Fuck a donation, dont waste it, im killing dimes off, tryina get my soul mated
Bone breakin with low patience, do me a favor, keep this between you and i
I no longer have time for humankind, they left me crucified, so fuck your pride
Go and save yourselves, my miracle makin tubes are tied, go str8 to hell
Watch my saints rebel, cause no ones loyal..
In the future, theyll shoot ya over soap and foil, i wrote the moral
These are the views that i choose, so die motherfucker, theres no tomoro

05-21-2018, 10:06 PM	#1
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,354 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036761	Past, Present, Phuture. (@Eng.. 15 year old FIRE..The Oldest shit i remember writing word for word cause id spit it a lot) Past.. Was born then i grew, confused from age 2 all the way through day school Was never the chump, i kept my hands up like raised roofs An enraged youth, evade truth, i was like whoo needs it, what reason A disturbed human being, rumor breeding, fire spittin -akuma breathing Motivated by mostly hatred, was known to play with ghosts and demons A relentless menace, i couldnt keep friends -had aggressive friendships Do you get the message? Attencion defasite during classes Not to mention hyperactive, indeed my life was maddness Adrenaline kept kickin in, always force fed prescriptions of ritaline Of course, it was often my derivitive, this is how i reminisce, ive got the chills.. They kept me drugged up when i was younger, no wonder im still poppin pills Rhymin real, until im embraced a deal for spittin, so make a real.decision My 5 senses on the track help you hear, smell, touch, taste & feel the wisdom Presently on probation, drug procrastination has me mad.. Perhaps ill relapse after i pass rehab, uncertain Still sick in the mind, sick when i rhyme I had to buy a flu shot before theyed sell me a mic Went to jail, even in my cell i would write Scratchin on the walls with a clever device I caught my suntan through the window when the weather was nice Present.. My veins run cold and bluish, frozen fluids, i cant maintain composure stupid Searchin for sanity cause ive been known to lose it, disowned by music cause musically ive exposed the trueness, Im the truest with 2 cents My life story begins where the good news ends My attitude changes frequently, like a frequancy Ive recently lost control of all reasoning, reason being.. I could care less about people then we did about jesus bleeding Indecent demons keep increasing the beef im seeking Beefin with priests beliefs for thinkin i wont leave religious beings extinct Be that as it may, im as bad as they say.. Ill treat your life how you should treat the mic, pass it away Placed in a casket to stay, cast of the face of the planet to a place where ur stranded, there is no escapin fate when im after my prey Im preyin on first rate mercenaries yo, youll end up in a worst case scenario Fuck san rio, everywhdre you look the sand meets the air in your nose Ill make you swallow your pride, and hurt the glands in your throat And now you know where i stand as a man on his own My companions are nowhere around, like a ghost town My spirit so broken i feel like im closed down My smile decomposed to a frown, like depression -im down Stick out my head and cut my neck, or put the fuckin rope around Future.. Rest assured, im still reppin hard, armed with an ill repitoire, weapons drawn Drawin pints of blood until the blood pressures gone No need for heartbeats dog, lets evolve Im pressin onwards, farther, much harder, always wanted to be a father So I left the sun martyred, sex changed to a daughter raped her and she gave birth to a star much darker Im a dark lord, so get that straight.. a maniac on the track, no need for skitz on tapes Theres enough skitzophrenics in the mix all day Im the futures nuisance, a bomb with two pins Whenever i go off i seem to lose friends If the poor ate feces -i wouldnt give 2 shits Fuck a donation, dont waste it, im killing dimes off, tryina get my soul mated Bone breakin with low patience, do me a favor, keep this between you and i I no longer have time for humankind, they left me crucified, so fuck your pride Go and save yourselves, my miracle makin tubes are tied, go str8 to hell Watch my saints rebel, cause no ones loyal.. In the future, theyll shoot ya over soap and foil, i wrote the moral These are the views that i choose, so die motherfucker, theres no tomoro __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est* Last edited by Geno; 05-23-2018 at 12:46 PM.