09-15-2014, 12:39 AM | #1141 |
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09-16-2014, 01:18 AM | #1142 |
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Hurts like shit when your tight ass turds don't spit out right.
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09-17-2014, 03:03 AM | #1143 |
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yo, i'm livin proud as fuck, i'm given pounds to bruhs, im livin lavish plush and never hear the sound of guns. my shit is powder puff, i spit about it nuff, you bitches brows is up, come get ya browser flushed. cause i delete ya, history. rhymes that beat ya, fist to cheek, surprised and leave ya dizzy weak, and no time to weave or counter punch. my bank account is up, i got a thousand bucks. im in the saddle up with a lass who just aroused my nuts. she ain't a cow just trust, there aint no cattle up in my crib when i get a fly chick and just lasso sluts. can u imagine bruh? i get the baddest butts. im into fashion with a passion plus it keeps my status up. got coffee made Arabica all the way from Africa. nowadays im havin lunch with hollandaise and ***tus cuts. ballin state, the captain of all the babes in canada. I holiday in Panama, comped vacation planned it cause Toronto paid to jack me up. so crazy. i know Daisy cause i pollinate her flower bruh. you all can taste the ass of a awesome naked passenger. 747 when when i cross the lake in crafts whatup? im coughin, great, im nasty fuckin concentrate my raps for ya. i bombed the place like nam and just dropped the greatest spam for ya. the combination of that and plus the uncommon way i rap has just spawned the latest faction of my automated blastin. its the long awaited action that you all have came to capture. but you all get faded after i install this dangerous app in. now fall away you rappers cause my fallout you can't handle. im all out smoke and flashin while you all don't hold a candle..... fuck it im done. Giraldo, close the panel.
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09-18-2014, 06:09 PM | #1144 |
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This was initially intended for the newb tournament, but I ran it by Sharp Nine and his advice caused me to rethink and rewrite my verses.
Yo' jacked up verse ain't got shit this white, witty ass nerd… verbally, an ace-in-yo' hole; cursin' your stage fright, heard without pity... literally splittin' your face into utter pieces, rendering you cut; speechlessly unable to converse, stutterin, cuz I muzzle yo' pipe hole shut, ceaselessly. You betta watch out immensely cuz fools' stereotypin' of has me ended: I offer no amends, wipin' da hypin trends off'a yo ass, you're suspended. Did I offend you? I'm sorry, but I've not quite seen this through: passin out true stories of your outright mass of lies beein ripe as poo, commin straight outta Big Baby's ass, smells like yo guzzlin Momma… so gimme some mo' lines harassin the Muzzlin of all yo crazy ass drama. Comma -- the story ends -- and so does your lazy life as an MC… too bad all da glory you wanna be depends on da penetration done by me. You thought you'd contend to win, but son, it is highly recommended that you descend your offensive scripts back, and end it as a retiree. |
09-20-2014, 02:44 AM | #1145 |
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An opening riff. Your drug is, yes, a heartbreaker.
This is Pinkerton blues, with a Maker's Mark layer that lets you piece into view the Rust Cohle disdain; it passed you by. You've cuckold' your lane, hoping for hope in someone else's name.
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09-21-2014, 03:30 AM | #1146 |
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Every Color Turns Gray
Used to watch the news. Filled me with the blues. Hell storm comes down on all of us, and then our suffering brings us together. Synthesized representations of us, and our world; tougher, but smothered. Unlimited possibilities, all synchronized into one entity; heading in the direction of the train tracks of attachment... the bus goes on into infinity. Played over and over… until it all becomes the same record spinning, even after it becomes scratched uncontrollably. The color spectrum becomes more colors than the finite amount we are collectively seeing; suddenly we view an unending amount of hues. The grey is the counterpoint of all of the colors, and then we begin to truly see. A step up from our realty is all of us agreeing on the unlimited potential of our collective consciousness. Step onto the mothership, and then we can mend our situation; rewrite existence with a collective pen of conscientiousness. Manipulated from the beginning, we all meet in the end. But it all depends, on you, my friend.
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09-21-2014, 03:40 AM | #1147 |
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If it helps to stay then Id Yelp today the chef awaits
I tend to steak in less than tender ways. Heck Id say I'm the most masculine in them old OM days... I was rambunctious but some of yall call it "flex" todayy... But when they mention names. You see me with the impressions made depending on who you are shows how the tension breaks Then you ho's are better off tryna bang bro...the sexcapades prove you've been in for the biggest trip since the Escalade Or maybe when Daredevil went to space...what was Ben Affleck thinking...
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09-21-2014, 08:54 PM | #1148 |
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honestly
all i wanted was a lifetime. a chance to survive, restore sun-smitten glares within an amulet's shine when the rains came, whitewashed our planet's natural grime leaving chrome-silver candles in mechanical shrines they said: apocalypse. i said: only a matter of time, i prepared. they shopped organically & mastered their high sipped glasses of wine, majored in music or fashion design but we all felt the same shadows in that blackening sky. romantic, savage, divine. i saw my daughter decease, drowned. she washed ashore. her corpse the mark of a beast soundscapes. hollow, scratchy screams as people divide worker ants to sandhill colonies like bees to a hive Queens thrive while we're relieved, simply to be so alive in a place where statistics digitize obedient crimes. my friends died, due to cover-ups and media lies they never managed to calculate any piece of the pi but i lived. there was no Arc. no Noah. no intermission, no Savior. only cans of soup and lonely decisions, only steel walls beneath a tunneled hole in the kitchen a goal, a mission, anger. and the ghosts of tradition, to guide me on this journey. under rubble or stone, towards utopia, where corruption grows, the government mold where they understand, it's balance. its hustle & flow salvation - a seed planted in a puddle to grow. they fled Underbelly fast. for us there's nothing below but a bunker in the battlefield. no summer or snow from now on it's dark and metal and calming repose waiting to break like shooting stars in the mold. i watch it alone.
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09-23-2014, 02:18 AM | #1149 |
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Consider me a man of lost talent
a giant that lost balance. gone savage I elbow drop from heaven all rampant I became a man who seemed off landish not from here. nor am I held to y'all standards I'm true blue and I been riding in God's_Camper Southern Nevada in the baking sun Nothing else to say I'm done
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09-24-2014, 11:32 AM | #1150 |
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My brain is off balance, I'm faded off cabbage. Head up in the sky where i rain and drop madness. Crazy, goddamn it, maybe Cop's had it. I made it pop, rappin the greatest.. Hof status. Came from Los Angeles Laker ballin fabulous. Fake: I'm not havin it. Canadian, not faggotish. Came from dark avenues, grainy hard attitudes. Fake: I'm far from packin dude. Play guitar, that's the mood. I came from apartments, that would soon change in a heartbeat to garages and rooms. Name a game. i played it on our street, had a huge gang of us, hardly ever sat we too rambunctious, retardedly happy too. mainly I'm partial, an average dude who's days were spent carpooling, back to school and playing in the yard too, yeah that is who i mainly am. That's the truth
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09-24-2014, 11:24 PM | #1151 |
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Brahmavihara
Does the truth inspire? Yes… Should we exhume ill will from the human dialect? Social constructs glow blue in the carrion zone Each level of consciousness varies in tone Two beings, holding hands at the table - a family home The spout radiates goodness; the purest of fluids Soul cores tune into the vacuous chimes, searching for music A murky delusion, the crescent of land a fertile protrusion Even the bones of long ago sages are burning with hubris As we learn to be students of life and its beauty Then we can grasp survival - why we fight for it, truly As we learn to be students of life and its beauty Then we can bask in recitals - disciples of unity Who are we? A mere gaggle of compassionate stragglers May we crash on the road to monotony, rattle the passengers Encourage the caring for others and preparing for bad times Our parents, our brothers, as praised as American Fab Fives Be practically seraphim during an era of class pride Ditch the sinking feeling of apathy… the stairs didn’t capsize Insensitivity and indifference is the invective of our culture Sooth the elements with water, let it settle, drip and wander Remember, become a metal-fisted martyr if a house is on fire The misfortunes of others…become the collective sadness of Gaia Quickly, offer rain coats on a bridge to the weak and soaked To the meek and broke - Then notice you’ve been ordained with a Fijian boat And a secret cove to sleep in and roam There’s even a water fountain - both modesty and genius flow I look at success as though it’s never in reach With a cool focus that’d bring steadiness to hysterical speech I place others above myself, left the pedestal seat Sowing consideration into the grasslands - wellness is reaped No bedlam, just peace - cause civilization is a story of hives Be happy that they made it out of this strange territory alive Succeeding is one thing, but watching others rise to potential As lively an art of form in motion as tai chi and ken po Life is in limbo, but who’s the man with the stick? Is love crafted from wood, granite, sand or a brick Can it be foreclosed on and turned into an abandoned abyss? |
09-25-2014, 08:11 PM | #1152 |
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Muzzle, you’re a slow idiot
Just adore it and flow with it Why do you want to fight the system? Its in a place where you can listen. We muzzled you for a legitimate reason. Questions from you were implying treason. You pried too deeply, suggesting a strife. And, threatened our reasons for controlling life the way we do; without anybody having a clue. With that mask on, no warnings will come thru. You can not warn them of the slew of screwed up skews which we tossed on, as you knew them to be untrue. There is nothing you can do… Silence! Your words will remain unheard. Just let them continue to live as involuntary herds. Your words are just absolutely absurd. Your vision of what could be is completely blurred. Court stenographer, erase Muzzle’s words that occurred. Plaintiff — take this criminal off of the court’s stand — Have him transferred to the nearest jail — he is banned.
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09-26-2014, 06:14 PM | #1155 |
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A collective of mirrored messages. Faces erase and give way to true colors that refract
back until the last ray is used up for the sake of an author, sucks the light of your clear substance and spawns a spectrum of weird mumbles connecting a web of threaded speech sputtered from deep sleeping lumberjacks, cutting back forests for the right to write your last wishes when theres nothing left incase an alien stumbles across your cause in the crumbled stacks of haunted metropolis building blocks of glass, so they could watch the sky while they baked it black from the corner where they crapped, metal gaia ascend massiah in an ultramagnetic mesh of invisible hammock tied a dying planet to residual aphex apex, shining trigonometric symmetry cus satan likely likes, baphomet, demiurge creator, baal, lucifer, lord of flies, take your time setting your system of linguistic meaning in single file, outline the winner bright, only scientists know what fits inside my hidden mind.
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09-28-2014, 06:36 AM | #1156 |
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Wack MC.
Yo. Check. Represent. Wack MC, Yo... Check, Represent. Yo, I'm stacking up your womens' racks, with backpacks full of tic tacs… Your woman has me on her mind. For a man such as me, so blind, I sure banged the shit out of her; in good faith, I made that pussy purr. |
09-29-2014, 05:37 AM | #1157 |
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lol i doubt you make that coochie stir,
i'm forcing orgasms before i've even put it there, i'm youthful, fair, truly rare and rustic: beauties near to touch this, tryna light the fuse on a fusilier's musket, - i must be changing my topic: the brain is biopic; silver screen - wooden spoon stays to line pockets. guillotine, slickest sheen, see your reflection, hope your head's still attached to the meatier sections as the media beckons and in a sequence of seconds the meeting respects some people you reckon would really eject their souls on their street if it was easy to sell them. you've never seen seedier peddlers, even in whore houses where raw trout's torn out despite bleeding infection. one sells their body, one's selling others, you ever put your life on the line for a friend or brother? my mental shudders contemplating its fettered energy so i enter sedentary and choose to spend what's left of me, till i'm woken up by a right to my jaw. the fighting is for my survival. or more? might be a pawn but i thrive in the storm, its eye is the core where the cycle reforms: a serpent eating its own tail is a sight to be awed, 'till i slice with a sword. Last edited by Eŋg; 09-29-2014 at 05:41 AM. |
09-30-2014, 06:33 PM | #1158 |
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"Tired of it all" symptomatology born from having fire in the heart
Riled up I brawl with anybody who talks psychosomatic thoughts. Cursed I infect a virus when I touch what I desire and I love. Life continues to pile up chaos that I record in my iris as I watch Strangers smile from afar as they stalk my child in the park. Disgusted by the awfullest views of this metropolitan zoo. Science was my love, but my bionic arm is unsightly and has bugs. Malfunctioning and autoimmune- The need to purge out the infused toxins in my wounds has me ingesting & stomaching tons of dried prunes. High fever I'm burning up and burping up bourbon. A time wizard searching for the door to the eternal. Life's misery turned us allergic to the earth's surface. Hope blown to smithereens, aging & groaning bitterly But before hope fully withered life became perfect. The miracle of a timeless sermon pervasive in the mind of wordsmiths. The insight that Christ eats serpents that tend to abide in persons. Exterminate the slimy vermin in your abode & purify your doorstep. Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 09-30-2014 at 06:38 PM. |
09-30-2014, 07:08 PM | #1159 |
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cheers. Good bye, now torch breath
I think some one weird designed this horse head Here it lies... The shores press upon this tragic loss of human Fall is looming and it's all too gloomy - caught an "oopsy" Now life is just so salty. Choosing To be HERE....Right NOW. The Tool songs won't pipe down "You'll move on, give it time.." How? Not something you think of. Don't know how it'll hurt. Pray. You went missing Monday.. I didn't even find out until Thursday By Friday night it was RIPs. Our light ceased by a far side breeze Toss another one to where the cars lie deep. Talking 1200 below The best hunter you know. Humblest soul. Breathe but now Nothing is under control. The story ends. It's real The reality of you being gone and no Delorean to steal
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10-01-2014, 06:00 PM | #1160 |
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Light the product of resonating the highest wattage
Inquisitive I always ask why? like Watson. In a state of wonder I can see sprites and goblins. I'm humming end of the world tunes due to flying comets Plummeting as they crash at the side of the planet. The sight is iconic considering the sky it had traveled Just to reach human kind, who hide in their apartment. Its entire journey is quite symbolic, a sign of our abolishing. Having finally vanished and in a state of blindness and nothingness I start to question if I will arise from this vast darkness? Perhaps in my next life I'll be monstrous, cognizant of my role in the bottom pit. Undergoing metamorphosis, it's obvious once my bony spine turns fibrotic In a hypnotic state as I reach the cosmic stage where dying is mitotic. Rebirth is designed to mirror a chaotic cyclone harming all life bent on spawning. Eyes all slanted as I envelop a form and develop a Cyclops conscious Perceiving the layers of reality with one eye is cytotoxic. Perhaps this is too much of a fiction hence the facetiousness. My trances are fragmented vision quests where I peer into dimensions dead since before the beginning of any mentioned breath of any deity inventing pigmented men. Time having any kind of origin is a detrimental guess. It suggests a viewpoint already infected by defected trends. The vector that crosses my mental is the symbol of gods which is sigma. The rich have billions, but I'm content with my limits. A lack of believing turns all of my wishes ruined. Tidbits of venom is the antidote I give to sickly women. The depicted tunic I wear shines like a brilliant ruby. My costume gives hope to under the city mutants Hiding underground due to their own eminent choosing. Dear soul of mine do not be oblivious to your submission to oblivion Recognize your mission and be omitted and you'll be admitted by the universal spirit to omniscience Last edited by UnbornBuddha; 10-01-2014 at 07:14 PM. |
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