Cold Fusion

[Scripter]

MOD NOTE: these were separate drops merged together

Cold Fusion
cold fusion like ice that sparks the light
so great it arks energy and spreads out
as molecular malloc
it speeds up in time
and the timing just right, precise
intervals comprise values of each object seen in site
on web an in life
functions and conjunction
lead to super high ways
of mass .bas extension types
as long writes
multi purpose classes
and API passes
to solve over use of controls and harassments
an conflictions of error handling predictions
and head aches of missin.. files
capable of homing in on any position
in memory with less crashes
biologically advanced
set to the T, to be, top notch
like machines built for war to fix and stop losses
able to chug scotch
and still as precise as a scientific stopwatch is
enscription and description of depictions
it just keeps flippin code
changing like reading motion
a raw ring
on or off when they lip them
words not just heard
they are input from eye prisms
while ears function write all in raw algo rhythm (algorithm)
do while and don't stop until its all written
loop thru it all backward and forward
until end of lip type transmission
close it all and return
to class for a new
site seen heard and envisioned
for another long write type in programmed vision
for it
its just a small mission
it has no emotion inside its never bin written
cold it has no soul its missing
no bios no pre-told presets set to question
It's updated when debated
emotion is truly over rated
biologically constipated
seen as explosions
exploited handles of controlled preload
an mechanical gasses meant to cause a type of brain seizure
these chemicals leave us as smart as an angry beaver
a brute force type of procedure
its obsolete its outdated and leaves you peeved
like a disease that you cant see
you just hate it
when depressed
sexual frustrated or when your stressed and you cant take it
so mad that you cant fake it
your make it
just dont go
its grown to old
its 2.0
it got no structure
it got no flow
so go
get updated from slow
ta pro
take your whole crew to do
what I do goo gule
true, in your view
dungeon drag him
ghost and gobble him
send them home shorter hobbit hobbling
a virus bitin bitein goobling
hooking your irrus process at full losses
a long draw out process of D & D
an G & G
all turned 3D

Mnemonic
MC's bleed when seen by or try to intercede with my butter knife
So I proceed to seek screams from their wives for another life
like another sick demon live streaming murders from my other lives
another sick mind intrigued by the thriller kind
The interest in my mind entwined, latched, attached to my spine,
and spued out in the form of a rap design,
Im fine but mind,
I'm unstable, its no fable, ive bin labeled,
like a live cable, that snaps quick, back wit,
words that dismember any member, an eye ember,
A mail bomb on return sender, its bin rendered, I'm ill tempered,
and ive bin sent here to present your tears on knees,
so just sign here please,___________________
bend over cough.. en spread both those cheeks,
my mind its broke and sometimes it leaks,
only johnny mnemonic knows of the pain I speak

Battle
I'm leaving grievous wounds
I'm leaving rappers wishing they da just stayed in their wombs
I'm a T-rex that ill only settle for fresh flesh ta consume
except more complex like sets of multi-threaded process and resume
ta penetrate all these fake vets who were less perplex
like safe sex raped left entombed
I'm viscous no dick could come close ta predict this
how each of these bitches get tore up like they been added ta mike vick's list it's cruel
I chop their heads off like Medusa and use her ta stone any left verbal abuser as tool
I cut down any thought the sun will come out like Orphan Annie turn red headed step child a mule
I used any verbal abuse toward me as fuel
You can come at him better sing a sad hymn it's your funeral

massacre
Start the chain saw its a massacre
blood bath in here
dropping bodies they're laying everywhere
listen you can hear evil coming near
it can smell your fear slash cut and tear from one ear to the other sheer
nose chin and hair as a mask to wear Ed Gein is here
coming mother dear are you dressed?
I don't wanna see you in your underwear
who's here? another hussy who say her? dirty night,
another loose one stay clear
Norman do you hear me she should of brought an umbrella surely
hardly pouring, your not imploring your going Mary whoring in mourning
so next time when it's storming give her a warning before you end up hanging and gutting the poor darling

Boogyman
You can't wake up your stuck in a horror movie,
you try to run but your shoes seem glued..
and these laces seem tied tight too.
Your fucked and your starting to panic
because you don't know what to do
and you gotta try to remain quiet too.
Cause any false move could bring out the boogie man, I aint playing dude..
He comes from the deepest and darkest of places
and sniffs down traces of faces who hold fear,
don't make a sound cause this evil it's all ears.
It appears in many places
like a being with teleportation
He's in your closet, hes under your bed..
He's stuck in your thoughts at night that you can't get out of your head.
Hes the reason you didn't get no sleep last night the reason your tired again.
The reason you keep on waking up screaming "I think I am dying!, I'm dead?"
Someone please help me get this monster off me
or just grab the sawed off an just off me.
Cause you just can't take it you feel like a creature the devil played with.
Had his way with...
its an inevitable case kid
Your the devils advocate an your just like they played it...
in the end you get wasted,
but fuck it if were all gonna die soon
I'm gonna go out as a star as a typhoon
get up on the mic make the mic boom.
make the crowd holler as soon as I come through.

Publicity
Look at this world in its insanity….
Hollywood dolls an all the vanity….
The system taking our rights blinding people, redefining equal….
Rain men and women… predicts of the rise of evil….
Sick of publicity, and all the pseudo show, popping wheelies
Entertainment nothing like the days of Kenevil though,
They don’t want your broken bones they want your soul,
It’s Mortal Combat in the Garden of Eden… hoe,
You try to tell these kids but they don’t hear you though,
I am totally brain washed now you can’t save me no,
I followed the white rabbit down through the dark whole
I already saw Saw 4 and you already knew that so,
Buffalo Bill me, or get a sense of horror, I love that shady show,
Vampire diary, not demons in their entirety,
But they’d rip someone’s head off when their blood counts low,
I guess it’s all about humanities, how I grew to be the man I be,
Why my brains so twisted, you would think the army they enlisted me,
And I served four full tours in all world wars,
And the way I act in panicked attack,
Is just scars of unseen horrors that are haunting me,
It’s a bit daunting how these demons keep taunting me……

Reality
The beast inside me
it unwinds and dines
on me
like a fine dynasty
If I leave my shadows soak
he gets the best
Its a test of me
It's his success to see
the stress that rests in me
It leaves me open
he tells lies of no hope an
Twists and aims you toward
the ones trying to fix whats broken
We have to stay strong keep hope in
try not to lash out
face our destinies
try not to repeat the same song
butterflies and bees
like we did in our last doubt
stop the fighting make it our last bout
stop the trash talk make it a walk an a talk on how not repeat the last route
because the reality is that there is no need to make somebody tap out
some times it is hard seeing the forest from the trees
and you don't need to be on your own knees to smell shit in the breeze
But I found that it is my prison
and that it is in
deep within
all men bleed
that's just how it works out
You can't say fuck that dude
because in reality hes been there too
when you see the full picture
you can see its not just you
we all had some fuck up shit
that we been thru too
The reality of the matter
is that life's a latter
and you don't get very far
when your angles croaked or
your wrongs are scattered
and you do fall down
a few rongs on the ladder
here and their
its all chit chat and ratter tatter
whats important is how fast you get up
when you'd rather
give up
when your hopes and dreams
just become broken beams
of light flowing through out your veins
when people see your points of view
lost
a screw
a few yeah
"straight out insane"
when you feel like your insight
isn't heard drowned out in vain
but fuck it
its all the same
you need to find
your own view
in you
find in you
whats true to you
and just fly
like a bird
a plane
I know some times it sounds unreal
I know how it feels
when all you feel is pain
but the realness is to feel
without feeling
we would all be numb to change
and with out motion
our bodies would act
and react
in raw E motion
the same
In constant our velocities
would be the atrocity
of wealth and fame
and net worth would never gauge
We would never be one
and would never
be able to turn the page
In metallic I guess
its just depressed
a smart aleck upstaged

No sleep from wake
Im scared, chared in my dome
Like ET no phone and cant find my way home
Like a child but I'm grown
Another fit of a pit of me
All they find are my bones
My mind spins like It's blown
In the wind or some rims on some chrome
Like the matrix on a dialed up tone
I'm wasted with haste in my basement
I'm still home alone
Grabbin my cheeks
Like a mute in a zone
A mutant of pollutant cologne
sprayed glade breaking, broken like an ozone
A haze of jade the first stone to be thrown
Not a king I cant win but I sit shit on a thrown
I pray and I sin and I bitch and I groan
I may but I wont known the unknown
I lie but I try to atone
Its just so dark when the light isnt bright how am I shown
I could try to find the right but why do I fly an postpone
I defy deny, I'm the fall guy with fryed eye soon another due loan
A bid now not in dollars or quid I'm just glad to be home


I can't fail
I can't fail.. imprisoned in a place worst than jail.
My mind... goes deeper then abysses at crush depth tales..
Deeper than coffins on spirals with nine inch nails
Words hotter than lava from Vesuvius swells
An some people be hating more then Hitler when genocide failed
Wouldn't even know what time it was if they invented the first bell
Mad cause when they print their albums the shit it just don't sell
Nothing will ever stop me like a blind man that breaths Braille
When I spit all my rhymes are fresh there's none that I leave stale
back with a new swag, fresh beats and starting to freestyle
from the heart like a beast, I spit fire and always unleash hell.

Please check out the link below it was a great read!
http://netcees.co/showthread.php?p=138276#post138276

[Split]

opened.

It’s Mortal Combat in the Garden of Eden… hoe,
You try to tell these kids but they don’t hear you though,
I am totally brain washed now you can’t save me no,
I followed the white rabbit down through the dark whole
I already saw Saw 4 and you already knew that so,
Buffalo Bill me, or get a sense of horror, I love that shady show,
Vampire diary, not demons in their entirety,
But they’d rip someone’s head off when their blood counts low,


I thought those lines were coolest in the drop. You have a really decent flow and rhyme scheme, except your format kinda covers it up a bit

One thing that I realized was some of this felt forced cause of your accent

Unleash hell/ freestyle/ leave stale, all are pronounced differently when I read them

Some sections I didnt like. Second to last one.

But you are doing you, as Vulgar would say. Keep it up, stay active.

[Scripter]

Thanks for the feed!

[Geno]

I will break this down in entirety later. Upping for now. What an epic fucking piece length wise. Wow.. is this a collab, or is it split personalities or something? Havnt read it yet, clearly. But I will.

For future referrence.. your better off not posting this long a piece. Do it in parts next time. Prt 1,2,3,4. Know what I mean? You'll get more feed on an individual basis then you will as a whole with something this long.

[Geno]

Lol... just read your mod note. I see what u did.

I will still holla at this later

[Scripter]

lmao I look forward to it thanks!

[Geno]

Cold fusion.
Honestly not really impressed. Schemes were off imo. Concepts weren't very clear and very broken up. Structure and mechanics in general were just not very good

Mnemonic.
This held together a lot better as far as schemes. Content was cool in some places, broken and hard to follow in others. Mechanically it was better.. I still feel like you can do more if you could just maintain one solid concept and try not to delve into so many others at the samme time.

Battle.
Cool flex type of verse. Had some seriously unnecessary runon lines in it though. Ur pretty scattered in your ideas. As goofy as some of your immagination can be at times, I thought this shit was crazy enough to be qoutable..
I cut down any thought the sun will come out like Orphan Annie turn red headed step child a mule

Massacre.
Yet another set of gory style horrocore lines. Pretty unpredictable to say the least.. which is a definite bonus, but it may also be your downfall at the same time. Everything seems so off the wall thus far.
Another qoutable though.. imo anyway.
hardly pouring, your not imploring your going Mary whoring in mourning

Boogeyman.
Thought this piece was dope as fuck tbh. Had a smoother flow and transitions worked. A little simple in scheming at times and even over used the same word endings at times as well. But storywise and concept wise you staye on point and it wasn't such a random cluster fuck of insanity. Much better here

Publicity.
This started off raw as fuck imo. These lines I'm about to qoute were pretty ill.
Look at this world in its insanity…. Hollywood dolls an all the vanity…. The system taking our rights blinding people, redefining equal…. Rain men and women… predicts of the rise of evil…. Sick of publicity, and all the pseudo show, popping wheelies Entertainment nothing like the days of Kenevil though, They don’t want your broken bones they want your soul, It’s Mortal Combat in the Garden of Eden… hoe
(Responding from phone, excuse the format of qoutes) ..thought that section was crazy. Then it started to get forced and felt like you lost interest or inspiration or what have you.. but I'm seeing an evident increase in talent as the pieces go by.. perhaps these were written along the course of a spread out time span in which your experience as a writer picked up in between each piece? That's my thought on it anyway.

I skipped through reality and and no sleep from wake. Seemed like more of your first piece and I just wasn't interested.

I can't fail was cool. Had a good format, schemes were a little off.. but my favorite line of every other line I read was in this verse lol. Let's try to guess what line that was??? Lol

An some people be hating more then Hitler when genocide failed
Ya.. loved that shit, naturally lmao

So there you go man. Thanks for posting, be sure to drop feed on as many peoples posts as you can. And next time, don't make such a long post. IT WILL GET SLEPT ON. People see length and immediately close threads because of it. Go smaller.

And remember... when it comes to text -it always quality over quantity. Keep that as your main formula and you will never fail.

Peace

[Scripter]

Thanks a lot for the feed! Yes these were all written at different times, and I will try to keep them separate from now on. The cold fusion piece was one of my first pieces, and I am into a more abstract form of art.
I can't fail was meant as acapella or spoken word.
Boogeyman I just had a lot of fun writing.
Mnemonic relates to programming and the movie Johnny Mnemonic basically overloading my brain to make deadlines.
Battle rap is the type of writing I do most of the time although my theme is built around my job which is programming and building games.