Hall Of Names:Sinacog

[Lindel]

take a pull off the sour diesel, i chop it up wit my dawg
we talkin crazy n stupid bout droppin out to spit bars
been spendin hours n days just cookin beats in my room
recordin verses n smokin cuz what else is there to do
when you 17 wit a vision n desperate for somethin new
thought we'd have this shit on lock by the time i turned 22
but now in 22 days, another dream finna die
at least i know that if i fail again my team finna ride
man im lucky that my brothers never leave from my side
they just lean in when i need em or a piece of advice
i got no peace on my mind, but shit at least i still try
demons reachin, evil feeds off me one piece at a time
my people leachin, its fine... thats why i let my phone die

dont try n call cuz thats an auto decline...

so many losses, no wonder where all my sickness derives
all this talk of winnin make me think that shit is a lie
so very tired, tryna catch up on the sleep im deprived
feelin weak in the knees, wheeze when i breathe all the time
can i even survive livin like this til 35
cuz half of the time, i dont even feel like im alive
just seperated n distant, sittin next to myself
tryna scream in my own ear to get up n get sum help
but im just stubborn n stuck in these habits i form myself
mama said that i gotta change for the better n for my health
i never saw myself here, when i looked ahead bout 5 years
in my homies room as a child rappin behind tears
thought i would be special but now im just older it seems
said me n him was gon change the game, now we dont even speak
ill just grow old n be bleak til i die sometime in the night
cuz my family said i wasnt meant for this...

and now im realizing they right.

[Lindel]

A profound idea to start with:

Sex with the woman of your dreams during a midnight opera.
In other words, in any light, I shine bright, even during a midnight sonata.
Sweet entendre.
The beat marauder, the complete and elite Godfather, kissing the ring when I visit as Karma.
Reaping and sowing, you're thinking, I'm knowing. So why even bother? No limit, invincible armor.
Leaping and growing, my very speaking, is the flowing multi-published author whose prose is composed as "liquid Lake Sovereign."
This writing is your hobby. This writing is my coffin.
I'm often in a space where I get lost in Savant exhaustion.
Other words preferred?
I am my only competition, so rhymes are shadowboxing.
This wish could be outpatient, but who insured detoxing?
Because when it comes to this, my ish is swift in the persuasion of mutually-assured paradoxing.

Look...I guess what I am trying to say is this:

Sixteens are slipstreams; sequence the genes, please.
Sick schemes still sift dreams, intend will to scene squeeze.
So it all depends on if we send teams to mend griefs.
A breath of fresh air expunged in the Spring breeze.
Over two decades, leaving out-of-place artifacts linking future inklings.
So cast your shades against interweaving compensating pace-of-race for you, the clueless weaklings.
I crossed the line again and tossed it aside again. Discarded, disregarded, too hard to follow, too hard to swallow, got your girl Poseidon my kin.
We all lie in sin; Mine? I'm too divine with this.
It all started as this rhyme is to remind you to look for the floppy disk.
Encode the scroll. For those who know, this feels ominous.
No hope to top this or stop this. My entire presentation is anomalous.
Been dope-like ghetto markets still push hope in pure thoughtfulness.
And to ensure you reach competence, say it in thirty-two sentences?
I am exposing a greater synthesis to de-escalate your defensiveness.

[Lindel]

I came into existence at the moment of creation
When “God” was just an infant I was already ancient
I wrote the ‘The Book of Life’ and penned your name on its pages
Then waited for the day I’d erase and replace it
Sometimes it took forever, but time was never wasted
For patience is a virtue, and I’m forever ageless
Around every corner, ahead of every step, a calculated killer
I’m the best at playing chess. I’ve never been defeated
Though some try to cheat me, but never have they won
Adultery’s beneath me. You're married to your fate
And Destiny’s my daughter; conceptually I’m akin
To an omnipresent father. An ever watchful eye.
The hawk in the sky. The spider on the web.
You’re caught in the twine. Your life is just a thread
In my lofty design. I’m what lost creatures find
At the end of every road. The truth in the lie
That refuses to erode. I’m like music to the soul
When I lull you to sleep. “For Whom the Bell Tolls”
Is the song that I sing, and a poem you may read
As I reap your final breath. I’m the devil in a dress.
The angel in a shroud. The great equalizer
Who seldom is announced, tho I'm crouched in the shadows
Of every execution, and carry out my duty
Without arrogance or hubris. The elegance of death.
The beauty in decay. Your funeral’s a tribute
For which you shall repay the favor that I gave
When I freed you from the chains of misery and pain
"To live is to suffer"."To die is to gain".
Delivered you from grief...was never given thanks
Put an end to disease...when medication waned
Claimed the presidents and chiefs, the slaves and the saints
For rank is unimportant to the vacancy of graves
It’s all make believe that’s created out of fear
The agency of ego that binds you to this sphere
The cycle of rebirth: death after death.
Reincarnation: test after test. It’s all so exhausting
You should come and take a rest. Please step into the void
To finally coalesce with the concept of peace.
A primeval thesis. Where everything is whole.
The antimatter sequence. Encoded in the soul.
The black hole's secret ∼eternal ebb and flow∼
The egg or the chicken? Here's what you need to know
Neither came first they both existed after me
As I created them together to complete this masterpiece
The Alpha and Omega. The seed and the tree.
The symphony of life. It all leads to me.
The final destination, where all things meet.
Welcome to the End, where all things cease.

[Lindel]

Dark skinned or mixed skinned, life has made us sorter thick skinned
Sorry!, I'm not sorry, but when all that trauma kicks in?
Humbly, nah, respectfully; selling drugs is something i had to do
If i played the cards i was dealt i wouldn't have an at-ti-tude
Greed was unstoppable, every hemisphere; every latitude
Give back the billions and Artifacts to those you didn't have to screw
You can begin... with Benin, Mali, Sudan; Ca-me-roon,
Sierra Leone, Nigeria, Egypt, Kenya and U-ganda too
Fuck grat-ti-tude, repay your debt then i wouldn't be mad at you!
Scan the truth? - Barclays, Goldman Sachs and JP Morgan would act to sue
Hip Hop began for youths, became the street's CNN then banned at schools
Even with the damn abuse, can we take over the world? We can and do
Hiroshima and Nagasaki were destroyed but then Ja-pan improved
Black people are the Phoenix from the ashes - Man! That's true
Even if we have to explain it to Becky, Suzanne and Ruth
To have REAL equality is as likely as BLM and the Klan at truce


"Systemic Racism doesn't exist; that cabin missed us"
"water under the bridge", like the Government never sinned much
They say: "that boat sailed, we are now a mixed bunch"
But they never let that breeze slow, they let that wind rush!
Like how the Coptic Christians feel like 'cropped out Christians'
Stick to truth, the Bible was never in English you "opt-out Christians"
Colonial imperialists with toxic missions give illusions of optic visions
If you stuck with the truth we wouldn't have agnostic prisons
How do we top this system? - remove the anchor you docked
Your vessel was Racism, Politicians and Bankers are top
The tide in society needs shifting so this Cancer is dropped
We need everyone on board; that's when the anger will stop
All of the nautical spins won't cancel out Portugal's sins
To Europeans killing and pillaging are plausible wins
Divide and conquer is how Columbus was taught to begin
Unite and Ascend should be the way we ought to go in


Looting is a crime now?, what about the Rosetta Stone?
The time limit has ended for the oppressor's 'loan'
When you steal its OK, when black people do; you question tones
After April they bring May-back to drive the message home
Diamonds, Gold, Artifacts; they clean the whole wreckage zone
It's always tyranny and injustice, all the stress has shown
Don't want others to copy, hypocrites wont leave this mess alone
We only wanna hear from the Monarchs confessing throne
We are better because in hip hop, our weapons are lyrical
Poetic scrolls that touch the soul and the blessing's a miracle
This is real shit right here, just like how in heaven it's Biblical
Though racism is venom 'when life gives you lemons' it's critical
If we are destined for syllables, our presence is visible
In essence we're cynical because our depression is physical
Didn't play the cards we were dealt, and you're guessing it's difficult?
8 minutes and 46 seconds, like a fish out of water every second is pivotal

[Lindel]

The universal delay left me unfulfilled
Trapped in this nightmarish dream that will reveal
I cross time like a faithless god that kills
My worship of the inner tyrant spills
The pain of everything is forgotten quickly
I power through with the menace within me
So I sort through the corpse blue, for more truths
The virtual appearance of god is sordid too
What I went through is not a fantasy thing
Even a black hole couldn't take in what happened to me
This hell is microscopic but I don't want it anymore
I'm so tired of the pain that makes me sore
I'm heading for a godless heaven if this keeps up
Why the wait till my brain freezes up
I'll be lifeless like Satan when my thoughts awaken
Since it's been so destroyed this slot's misshapen
I'm wiser than the earth but it endangers me
When even my own cortex doesn't favor me
Schizophrenia space, where my thoughts travel
The sun wasn't warm throughout my battles

Your beauty is like the moon, and I can't contain it
These scenes of desperation are the things that made it
Happy day of rarity, just passing by sadly
Like moments in the afterlife that are happening oddly
It's quite absurd how the balance is born
Treasure my ultra intelligent standard form
Isn't it surprising that your past is the core
And I'm still beginning to master the lore
The darkness is evil and alien that seems true
Waiting to keep you vacant in these tubes
But I got a braincell for every sin of Satan
I mind the words that leak from my pen
These surrogates of nature from a demonic dimension
Here to keep me trapped in a dead end
Are the ghosts of angels that float without wings
Trying to choke me to death without reason
Hopefully doubting this enigmatic view
Tearing the flesh to learn the truth
Look into the future just to know what I'll do
See through the eyes of god, the god that I see through
I understood god so I no longer stood under him
The darkness of his mind was darker than space is
A nightmare with time to spare like the clock is ticking
God died, so now I have his spirit

[Lindel]

There are forces at work more powerful than physics, that are stronger than gravity or electromagnetism
A sinister plot devised to enslave; using money and fear as an iron made blade
That was forged in the fire of a hydrogen flame by Hephaestus and Himmler and science that came
Via satellite data collected from Saturn, the Lord of the Rings, who's methods and patterns
Established the creed of a Jesuit chapter that practiced the 'Keys' of Aleister's master
King Solomon's dagger and rosary beads, a crown made of thorns for Odin and Eve
We're soaking in greed and hopeless despair, afraid of a ghost that floats in the air
Covid-19 a hoax or a prayer prepared by a Pope only know to the heirs of Paradise Lost
Who inherited Earth while Sumerians fought in chariots drawn by the scariest donkeys
American Commies, selling our shares to various Nazis, nefarious posses of lobbyist, too
In cahoots with Medusa while swearing to Zeus, this Odyssey's true, the mare of Neptune
Stands at the stoop of Paris's doom—a marriage consumed by Vanity's touch withers then blooms
Insanity's such a backwards affair, they stare in the mirror, but nobody's there
Vampiric reflection is simply awareness of that which is 'void of spiritual essence and blessings destroyed
Seigfried & Roy recited the lessons of Sigmund S. Freud to pleasant androids who later became the Mothers of Wolves
Taking pages from Gate's and Belphegor's book: 'Technology's (S)Pawns and Digital Rooks'
The populace hooked on silicon crack and opium made in metaphysical flasks
While Nikola gasps from the Valley of Death translated in Java to actual text
"You'll live to regret the Quantum Computer that opened the West to demonic intruders"
Lovecraftian Loopers are plotting a war by locking the doors to higher dimensions
To keep us imprisoned with boots on our spines, corrupting our posture, diluting our shine
Polluting the sky with chemical trails, while 5G devices send signals to Hell
The mineral smell of sulfur and cinder, opens our nose in the coldest December
While Kronos exposes our whole solar system as coded programs that are broken and glitching
Both noticeably missing from their local positions are the Sun and the Moon
As Lucifer’s shadow eclipses the view in the form of new shoes that crushes our tomb

[Lindel]

This a battle scene up in your principality
War shrieks ring they called in the calvary
Weapons clash and sing out like alchemy
Conquer opps like an execution of valkyrie
Blood shed of Titans, see rivals face to face
Bolts of lightening set the sky lines ablaze
My Fury takes aim, my hearts filled with hate
I explained your fate for breaking my faith
Discernments my trait, get put in your place
Quicken the pace, im still winning the race
Now its to late, there is no escape
Started a game you thought i wont play
You made a mistake, cleansing the slate
Erase your face blown away like a fucking grinade


...Bide my time, say things are ok....


...Sneak attack in plain day ! Cant wait !....


..Dreamin midday i get carried away...


This doomsday, imma rock you like Dwayne Johnson !
Madday, head shot braught death in the cock pit!
I told you to drop it, hot potato left me no option
Quick to gossip? pull up you stopped talking now you play opposum
The process is nonsense
This concept sick from its content


Now its time, so i Unsheath my sword
Revenge is mine, no remorse since you'd been forwarned
I said to leave me alone
your medusa and i am stoned cold
Steel will swing then heads will roll
Bitch now whos the one in control !!

[Lindel]

..MEMOIRS OF GRIEF..



Surely God could alter the story if he's truly the author?
Revoke 'fate'. Offer MY spirit to cross over the border.
The days dawn in, No more nights to savour,
Its daunting to think that I'm helpless to save her.
Left feeling as empty as my hollow existence.
I wish I could drain all the pain away in an instant.
My presence unjust in her imminent absence.
I muster "I'm so sorry" yet it carries no substance.
I have to be her rock, in truth she's my boulder,
I hold her as she rests her head on my shoulder.
This unforgettable night feels unbearably colder,
Frosty reception for the night that draws older.
The bleeping of the monitor is the riddem of the reaper.
Eyes keeping on at her, bed ridden and she's weaker.
Sorrows hidden in the banter, her laughs feel bleaker.
Lifes saddened as the warmth in her bright eyes flicker.
Where's the premise in a gentle soul hung out to dry?
Still, we reminisce in the times that pass us by,
Laugh and cry, masking the moment our hearts die.
Warped justice. In the shape of prolonged goodbye.
Frail body rejecting treatment as the end is near,
A pale complexion. Injecting a statement of fear.
Stale fragment of tears escape my dormant exterior,
My pursuit of happiness lays diminished next to her.
A holy impurity feuding my heart as it strains.
Slowly but surely bloods eluding her veins,
The colour in her skin fades away with her pain,
Its hard to restrain tears. When it pours it rains.
Her ticker flat lines in tandem with my own soul,
We bickered at times about landing our own goals,
Now like her body that story lies stone cold.
My only role was to be a home for her hands to hold.

[Lindel]

Yo,

The mind is a matter of thoughts, projected as one/
and thoughts carry a seemless, effortless tongue/
.. it's all perspective,
Whats perceived to lead to a hunch,
Can be directed,
As dreams turn to livings and such,
In retrospective,
Greed can delivers us crumbs,
And be neglected,
Diseased from the sinnin' and lust,
The streets is hectic,
But weed keep a nigga in touch,
With the infection,
And things like the women we fuck/
It's called respect kid,
The game ain't built for us all,
But some are tested,
And took for the person they are,
It's all connected,
The food chain building our core,
Gotta respect it..
Without it, we are destined to fall/
The misconception,
Of that, which presumes' to be God,
can misdirect us,
If lead, to diminish our cause,
and be receptive,
If that, what distinguishes all,
Can be a message,
Then whats going in these songs?
.. and these records?,
That keep spinning all night long,
.. To reject us,
and play in subliminal form?,-
It's relentless,
Hip-hop is soon to be gone,
.. but hip-hop is forever, and forever we live on..


- Cor

[Lindel]

I'll start a story, see if you can carry it on. We'll see where it ends up, like Chinese Whispers...


A bank clerk goes beserk in the place that he works
Cos it hurt to see the trades of the customer jerks,
that was one for the money, always sticky as honey
and Two for the show, so it's time for him to blow
he gets out his gat faster than Elvis got fat
Grabs a fistful of dollars while his comrades stepped back
Walked out on the street, the whole world at his feet,
justice must be served, styled on Bruce Lee,
Pulls out his list, number one was Chris
made a billion from Tobacco cos he targeted kids
Got em hooked early, but his tricks were dirty
Gave em out free at the school gates 3:30
Number two was Kirk, who around hospitals lurked
Asked patients "wanna sue for that fall at work?"
And number three was me, a small time emcee
made millions from peddling small girls' virginities
Sick fucks are in luck if they want their dicks sucked
They ask me for my fee and then hand over the bucks
But as they get it on with my li'l sis Tigger,
She sucks til they come, looks up and with a snigger
Puts a gun to their head and with her finger pulls the trigger
While I add the cash to my stash, watchin our pile get bigger....

[Lindel]

i aint tryin 2 offend i do this shit cause its wot i am
im tryin 2 keep it real n represent 4 my fam
hola out 2 XFade n all crews we aint hatin
cause u keep the game tru stopin MC mass production
these days they all sound the same
they aint worthy 2 uphold a name in this game
u turn on the radio n hear em all the time
Jay-z, Ja Fool, eminem their flows is just a waist of a precious rhyme
there just there 4 a few yrs then dissapear or get shot up like a fox on huntin season
we all no y though its cause they commited treason
a crime against all tru MC's- selling out
n now because of publicity they 2 scared 2 blaze clout
they say its cause that was there old self
but they forgot bout their roots n now thats bad 2 ur health
memories can haunt u be dangerous 2 ur status
especiallly if u forget 1 of us
get shot up by an army of the illest
we all no its tha truth cause we spit shit the realest

[Lindel]

Im in a state where il'd prefer a dream
my sanity's breakin but that remains unseen
my perception of this life has been altered
is anything pure or has it all been faultered
slowly dying, waisting away
can any1 save me from this state of decay

I come home from a day of tedious chores
to this prison of stone & its hard wooden floors
stressing each day, I gotta leave this life
i ain't ready 2 settle down just 2 have some whore as my wife
stuck with 2 freedoms; the internet & my mobile phone
I need just 1 thing; some1 2 save me from this hell of my own
they can't hear me, I ain't got no fanfare
but not american so there is no welfare
I have a dream, a pad, a pen
& an opinion of my own i wanna make it rappin
but this is out of my reach, I have no credentials
only a beaten mic & a PC stripped down 2 the bare essentials
I write a few rhymes just bustin wot i c
try a few gigs, but nobodys feelin me
Scip foward a few months
that time was all a blur of alcohol n bluntz
rollin down the street i c my man die in a rifle "accident"
now all that remains is a memory & a block of concrete
the times dont change ppl do I learned this the hard way
I relised this as his body was dragged away
I have 2 continue if not 4 my sake 4 his
I gotta make ppl acknoledge me b4 im taken from this biz

Im stuck in a state where i prefer a dream
my sanitys breakin but that remains unseen
my preception of life has been altered
is anything pure or has it all been faultered
slowly dying, waisting away
can any1 save me from this state of decay

my posters starin at me with lifeless eyes
inside me pusled an anger i could not discuise
my pen hot im my hand, paper cluttering the floor
I decided 2 try again, remade & stronger than b4
i had a reason & now the rhyme 2 acompany it
i relised unless u have somethin 2 give the world it won't give u shit
i had it now, i recorded my new flows
sent it out 2 the clubs, got booked in 4 multiple shows
more interest this time ppl started 2 b infulenced
by my words 4 this time i was more expirenced
feelin the pirks of the high life
so many women how can i choose a wife
it can only escalate from here
i need 2 extend my influence make the world hear
the pain of a constant hang-over from the party life
a thing i need 2 endure 2 mask the grief
this is my big chance rumors have reached my ears
a tallent scout hidden in the crowd, 2 faulter now would mean my fear
would become reality
ignoring the jeers from those tryin 2 stop me
its now or never my heart races
time 2 show the industry wot it faces

my life is like a dream
my words r noticed i can hear them scream
my perception of life has been altered
the skys the limit i cant b faultered
slowly my past life is slipping away
leave me 2 live cause now cash has entered the fray

the phone rings, as do my ears
last night is a blur, either a night of succes or of relised fears
the smell of alochol fills the air
i let the machine answer it wot do i care
my 2nd album has hit the streets
filled with provocotive rhymes n bass filled beats
news of platnium status n my world tour confirmed
the 1st stop my home town 2 c how much its changed
the atmosphere is high, the air filled with smoke
part from the smoke machine the remainder from chronic
I c old friends in the crowd, mesmarised
followin my evey action like they were hipnotised
success the ultimate goal
its either that or stuck in a life time of gaol

my life is like a dream
my words r noticed i can hear them scream
my perception of life has been altered
the skys the limit i cant b faultered
slowly my past life is slipping away
leave me 2 live cause now cash has entered the fray

[Lindel]

You gotta have real skills here, you can't just fake it
If you're gonna spit some pussy shit, you better not say shit
I tie niggas up like my name was dominatrix
I spit real shit, you got more fake shit that the Matrix
When I battle, I'm a country invader, be a hater
And I beat you senseless, whether you're Ill or a Crossfader
You can get hit now or later, I'm letting you choose
I spit fire in every battle, so I'm betting you lose
I understand this site is more of a community
But I like battling, so I take every oportunity
And you better look out for my punches, they hit hard
I can hold my own against anyone in a spit war
I spit elementary shit? Sometimes, it's true
But that way it's more heartbreaking when I do defeat you
King Jehu is angry cause shitty rappers have deals
Videos and Wach rhymes, while I'm starving for a meal
Well, not really, but I'm just barely getting by
and I think better when I'm sober, so I'm rarely getting high
I'm gonna make it, if not with a mic, then a guitar
I'm blessed with being multi-talented, hope it gets me far.

peace

[Lindel]

I see 36 cans all over your room

2 bottles, an ashtray, this leads to your tomb

I must be prepared, for you will die soon

And your bedroom will feel eternally gloom

Your bed is a desert, you body the dunes

Bar opens at 4, so you�re sleeping past noon

The sands of your time just keeps blowing away

And I know you could've easily died today

You manage your deathtrap and work for yourself

Your youth's next to liquor bottles on a shelf

Your pride has been lost in those cans of beer

Your ego boosted on that pool table for years

You gave up your life for the keys to the bar

Of my parents, you are the most foolish by far

I love you, and still you refuse to change

When I make it big it will be so strange

The disappearing father with his disappearing acts

Will disappear forever and he's never coming back

Failing me like he did 18 years ago

Every time I think about it there's some fear I show

Like when you don't always get home nightly

And I think you could be dead or just might me

Tightly, holding on to the wrong type of girl

You sleep around a lot, in this risky world

You never get angry, but lately you flip

You throw shit against the wall and throw fits

Your elderly mother begins to cry

When you smash the VCR because you're so high

On alcohol and God knows what else you might be on

And I will miss your dirty jokes when you�re gone

It�s too late to go back; you keep digging your grave

And having you is more important than the money you gave

Father, your senses are dull, and you're tipsy

If I was the one about to die, would you miss me?

Would you lead by example?

About fatherhood, your knowledge should be very ample

You know what not to do cause you�ve done it

Your life is now in ashes, the smell is now pungent

This is my last attempt to get you to react

And I swear my life will never get to the point where yours is at

[Lindel]

LYRICALLY KILL U//FILL U WIT THE GOLD DESERT EAGLE//

WILL U//STAY STILL//OR WILL// ME BLADE HAVE TO "REAP" U//

SEE THRU//YO EYES THAT U HAVE TRICK POTENTIAL//

PRICK ESSENTIAL//THE REST OF YOUR TEAM IS REVERENTIAL//

CONSEQUENTIAL//SEQUENTIALLY CAUSE BLOOD COAGULATION//

RIPPIN OUT UR LUNGS WIT NO KIND OF HESITATION//

CHANGE ORIENTATION// VEINS DECAPITATION//

WAYS TO MAKE U LEGALLY BEG//4 BINARY ARITHMETIC OPERATION//

HITTIN U SO HARD CARDIO PULMONARY RESUSCITATION



JUST A QUIK KEYSTYLE......PLEEZ GIVE YA BOI FEEDBACK...FEELZ

[Lindel]

A lot of beef around at the moment... seems like peeps don't like their names being splashed around...

But if you can't back it up... then give it up...

Yo, Yo...

Quit trying to stir shit up, just sit up and listen,
It's the fucking members here who put me up in this position,
Now you can give me suspension just for causing some tension,
But I gotta finish this sentence cos I got more names to mention,
I couldn't chance to let your brains stop so I released a namedrop,
I didn't realise you crying pussies would seep like raindrops,
You all got a lame squad but don't blame God,
And don't be jealous of me just because my name's hot,
You've either got it or you ain't, pm Scotty with your complaints,
I revel like the Devil cos I never claimed to be a Saint,
Your names' aren't the same but you're more envious than Missi,
That pussy only came here on this site because she missed me,
Sure, she dissed me at first and even enlisted Kirst,
But whenever we conversed she reversed or worst,
And I-N-Mic, that kid that advertised his site,
He tried to return but Scotty denied him his rights,
Whether you love me or hate me or if you think I am fake,
There's only so far you can push me, look, just give me a break,
There must be a mistake, shit, I've forgotten the names
Of other peeps I'd like to invite on this game,
You see, I don't like to post threads 4Ever12C,
Cos if there's beef between us then it's just you and me,
That's why I never asked for any help from Kaygee,
He just read something you posted with which he disagreed,
I don't expect my Dawgs to aid me cos they got minds of their own,
But you're bound to hit a nerve if you keeps grind to the bone,
So come find me alone if you're all done with your calls,
Only R.F.Out was offended he wasn't mentioned at all,
And Anubis knew this would spiral out of control,
It's like a viral infection that takes a hold of your soul,
You hear your name called, you gotta fight for your pride,
And then it's Game On! The battlers are set to collide,
Grab a mic or type whether you're black or white,
Just write your thoughts, this is your time, your site,
It don't matter if I'm like Spanish or Chinese,
I'll still put salt 'n' vinegar on average MCs,
I'll be boasting in the bullring as the King killing bulls,
And at the same time catching flies with chopsticks and eating spring rolls,
But while I'm at it, how about a little shoutout to my crew,
Kaygee made me wrong for ever doubting a newb,
Couldn't do this without Anubis so I introduced him to this,
It was just a matter of time before he made it on the crewlist,
And my Dawg, PorteX, well enough has been said,
He's shown through his texts that he's tougher than lead,
Like a juggernaut sped to every call-out head-on,
Our names are the reason how you keep your threads long,
And we cool, me and Ruleb, old-school forever,
I owe you cos you showed me that I could always do better,
Yet, forget not that I earned the status that I've got,
I still won't stop, even when the next hot-shot knocks me off the top-spot,
So whether you're Nocty or Dok, in a crew or you're not,
JOE or Smoke, you'll all get your name dropped,
If you can't ride with Perfecto then you should've stayed solo like Sulo,
Or kept with your own flow that's real like Cheeko,
Cheeko? Cheeko... Chinko... Chink...!
If you need more insults then let me help you to think,
How can I have dickriders when I don't have any friends?
And how you gonna hurt a guy that takes no offence?

Adios...

[Lindel]

I finished this verse today... I've had the idea for it for a while.

check it.

MISFITS


It's all so strange, it's an odd situation

Complete with secrets, long stories and complications

Never could tell everything, some things we don't say

We avoid people, and it's easy to run away

Having fled from it all, in your head, having led

A life that couldn't be seen as having shit left

Penniless, any less, you'd be more in debt

Try to fight the situation and you're sore and red

One of these students will be the next big dictator

Underneath your nose he plans, you'll see later

Future prostitutes and psychos, you'll bear witness

Be scared shitless, these misfits, do their business

And their mistress, money, drugs, hugs and lots of kisses

Real vicious when left with unfulfilled wishes

Still listless, motherfuckers who kill bitches

All walking your hallways with symptoms of a sickness

Find the only way to thwart these young hitlers

You can�t fix this or nix this, what is this?

Even in Christmas, they don�t know what the word bliss is

Is there a name for what this is? There still isn't...

Fuck it, these must be the last days of this rat race

The world�s been scarred so deeply, it�s got a mad face

While it comes crashing down, It�s such a sad case
To see the world end this way... at such a fast pace

I rushed the ending... I'm not much in a spittin mood. I'll change some things on it eventually.

[Lindel]

Now that I reach superior member status... I don't need the wins, all I want is respect...
My battles don't speak for me, my keystylin doesn't speak for me. I speak for me. I'm a storyteller. A poet. A musician. I'm not an actor. I decided to take something out of my book of rhymes, sumthin special. Fuck a mic. I'll be the Geoffrey Chaucer of LA... I'll write a whole fucking BOOK that rhymes.
*Geoffrey Chaucer wrote "the Canterbury Tales"



I got a book of rhymes like Nas, I slowly write it,
guided by title "cliches suck," when I die, I might ignite it
so no one can bite it... I'll light it up and let it burn
but if keep it, someone can read it and they could learn
I freak it, sometimes technique-less, sometimes I tweak it
and freak it, when it comes together it's not a secret
That i have a passion for these words that become crashing wrecks
or come together right, maybe they'll be a smashing success
and I'll be cashing checks and go from fashion-less
to stylish
with matching sets of massive jets
but I live
conservatively, I'm not there yet
Play this game, it's not a fair bet, the spotlight and the glare gets
too intense for your friends and the mood gets tense,
when you're flossing and they're not and as a consequence,
backstabbers break your defense cause you lacked common sense
to watch your back... so they get rich at your expense
Look through a clear lens. See, there's only room for 1 at the top
If you make only one mistake and you can flop and it stops
It all drops when you lose everything, so I'll be careful
I'd rather have my head shaved than to ever have my hair pulled
I write what I think is right, try to flow right every time
I'll make it someway, whether I play guitar or I rhyme
So my book will be left when I'm dead, for the future ages
I leave behind a piece of my mind, in paper or web pages...

Peace...

[Lindel]

Feeling the breeze, like the blood in my body,
I am free from the physical and the reality, call it
disembody,
never come to my crew with metaphysical, I come
with matter like physical,
Fuck with me I take you matter and make it
splatter....shatter.......fuck.....come to you like a MAD
Hatter........Mongol Tatar , so take your odds and spin
the platter, to much said with no force fucking cry
baby chatter.

Take time to work on your Grey matter.....your main
cortex, help you spit flows like a vortex.
Stop sounding conflicting, all this shit talk is going to
get you is a conviction, end up on the streets with an
eviction, some more scare and infliction this is just
my prediction, hope I am not restricting, but I know I
am not contradicting.
Just open you mind to the hurts of the world.
So lets all make it from these dark days, we all know
life is one BIG fucking maze with the sun and moon
rays.
Stop the hate and set it ablaze, in time you will be
amazed at this melodic phrase or call it a
communique.
Portray what you like to see on your life display, in
real time you have no replays, at least on L.A you can
rephrase.

[Lindel]

with so much pain in my mind it's hard not 2 remind of Columbine

how the hell could I find enough time 2 put all the pain in a rhyme

What's there to rest when these kids were constantly being messed

getting F's and you can guess the brought hate to the US west

how would you feel being called a freak and tired of turning the cheek

people making you feel meek and mock you everytime you speak

but nooo it's the music, they used it and abused it

they stole a car and cruised it while making bombs 2 fuse it

it's not funny how 420 was their only time to feel good

it's not money that they were so cunning 2 bad it wasn't 4 good

Image being pushed in2 tha locks by all the jocks

they saying you got the hots for men and again acting like cocks

truly what they did in response was evil

but who believes that they were complety innocent people

anyways, what I'm saying is not shit 2 be playing

don't be cocksuckers cuz sum of these motherfuckers r slaying

they used violent attacks on the white caps

look dog, they were maniacs and put their names on the map