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05-03-2020, 12:43 PM
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Rain Song
An old one from my Rapbattles.com days. The way that sites gone lately, I might have to move my whole back catalogue here before the thing gets deleted. :(
Anywho... Rain Song Listen to my words until the pain's gone Stamp your feet with me and sing my rain song Listen to my words until the pain's gone Stamp your feet with me and sing my rain song Welcome listeners to the open ceremony An influx of wisdom you couldn't tell a phony No need to telephone me, man, I'm broadcasting A 3rd lung implanted so now the roars lasting So gather philosophers and astrophysicists Those who got the gifts, the perfect lyricists I know you're sick of hearing shit, broken adjectives Fractured collectives, wise words rejected Shake off this rain before it soaks your soul Washes the fire out and leaves a smoking hole There is hope I'm told, let's come together Start this tribal dance up to shun the weather People its now or never, crack these pavements With a victory march, in plain amazement Pledge to stay creative, in touch with your native And ready for the plot twists this living play gives Listen to my words until the pain's gone Stamp your feet with me and sing my rain song Listen to my words until the pain's gone Stamp your feet with me and sing my rain song Stomp for the fallen, the broken, neglected Bystanders where the tech hits, those with a deathwish The mentally eccentric, madness and genius The herbal pharmacy's that put the weed in us Those consumed by greed and lust, pupils dilated The forgotten warriors whose raging fire faded And then retired, lazy, stomp for the preachers Who stand for righteousness and strive to make it reach us Stomp for the small minded, liars and hypocrites Who show us what hell is because they're living it For the TV stars, watched through a glass prison Camera flashes in bars of light, never reflect wisdom Stomp for the dead broke, addicts whose head smokes Inhaling sulphur powder, clutch throats and get choked And lastly, listeners, i raise a toast of your health Put a dent in those floorboards and stomp for yourself Listen to my words until the pain's gone Stamp your feet with me and sing my rain song Listen to my words until the pain's gone Stamp your feet with me and sing my rain song Good to be here Netcees. |
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05-03-2020, 12:53 PM
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Ad mini tator
Join Date: Feb 2013
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Hey dagel
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05-03-2020, 01:45 PM
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dagel? from RB? Different guy mate. Although he was heavy involved in the SS league too. Were you on there? Different alias maybe?
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05-03-2020, 11:30 PM
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White Earl
Join Date: Jan 2013
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Welcome. Glad your here.
Scheme pretty solid. This held some dope imagery to me... "Shake off this rain before it soaks your soul Washes the fire out and leaves a smoking hole" Thought them lines were dope. Stay active!
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05-04-2020, 05:17 AM
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Join Date: Jul 2013
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You're like a poetical diamond in the rough, I think there's a lot of layers to be peeled back here...Rawness is only one strip away.
This was nice... imagery wise, dope fam. |
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