06-08-2018, 05:45 AM | #21 |
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"Burn After Reading" (2008)
“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” - Oscar Wilde ...... x2 Our sins are that of arsons, here’s the final verdict It’s all water under the bridge until we try to burn it Most are spittin’ and swearing aloud, I supply the verses Posts are Indian burial grounds, ya diatribe of curses Guess I’ll water it down; ya die-a-tribe of curses Simple as it sounds, every time I write it’s perfect On screens you’re assured, you speak with a purpose Then I meet you in person and it seems like you nervous We’re all evil since birth, so we invent an alias The realest people on earth are just the best at faking it Text is chaotic, so in order to form some rhyme… I collect details, look for a pattern and organize The world has eaten us alive, I guess it’s Godless Our life spans are simply its digestive process We look to the sky wishin’, but no reply is given Cuz disguise-the-limit like road signs that’s hidden I restrict it, my mind erases a mile a minute While you race to auctions like my style’s forbidden Train for Olympics limping, you waving a limp wrist While I’m putting-on-a-clinic like faking a sickness Live with conviction like a prison, I’m trapped again So I spit it with precision to exact revenge Now let the panic spread, you aint standing yet Wanna raise up but you fake son, like tanning beds Have to speak ya mind, but he who tortures that stance… Gotta-axe-to-grind like strippers before a lap dance Learn how to stacks bricks, I’ll burn down that quick Can’t come to terms with that kid like first round draft picks Your album’s a trash lid, cease trying to spit Yacht-to-quit like some awfully rich retirement gift Irony is, you’re too fake to see you’re make believe So please burn this after reading like blank CD’s The franchise sets up shop, you outta fashion for weeks You talk so white there must be a Gap in your teeth Can’t bring the heat, but you droppin’ your next flop Cuz ya pre-synced ya beat like cops with a desk job You Neanderthals make profits? I’ll take a percentage You live through me so I’m a cave in ya chest, get it? Every cent is accountable, but I illicit funds… By what is taken off Ledger, like prescription drugs You never hear me coming, I can tell they hear you Must be light on my feet like L.A. Gear shoes Y’all April fool’s can’t enjoy May’s weather either Cuz you still manage-to-lose like Floyd Mayweather Sr. Can’t measure up either, so grow up and reflect I put my palm on your forehead, no punches connect Some have said making a chorus will lead to success But after you do what’s right… really, what’s left? Just the concept; so you can go coast through posts But you can’t be male, God forgot your postal code Won’t come out on your own, so I broke your phone Hiding home alone will coax-you-out like an overdose Collect when you pass go, leave your investors alone You can’t let your past go like Sylvester Stallone In Rocky 6 and Rambo; I’m teaching the ropes Only way I’d submit ya work is with a guillotine choke I’m like Quentin Tarantino, tearin’-teen-ho’s Take their cherry and go, I’m not a charity though Musical chairs are repo’d, your career is re-sold You don’t apparently know that ya transparency shows The Tide is turning, but you aint wearin’ clean clothes Get ‘contacts’ in the biz cuz you can barely see bro That’s a guaranteed show, you’re a rare placebo I’m committed like patients, hope the therapy holds When the World Trade deleted, I suffered a minor stroke Impregnated a girl named Katrina, but her water broke You claustrophobic bitch, the walls are closing in I’m like an archaeologist, I got a bone to pick Few can live as fugitives, prison yards are growin’ I haven’t noticed, I’m still-at-large like a blowfish You’re on the VHS shelf, homeless as an orphan Just forfeit, I’m the coming-attraction like endorphins I’ve been indoors since, but I cannot endorse it… Without a forced grip on reality like a Picasso portrait To ignorant to ignore it, so you of course snitch You a journalist, someone shoots and you report it Don’t record it, cuz no one understands ya overkill You not a straight shooter like the camera in Cloverfield I know the deal, but you of course opt to miss it You don’t got a pot to piss in, I’m more optimistic Wash in Mystic River, I need to protect the leak I’m the last sentry left in the twenty first century… Never content with my content, destroy, don’t read All who enter and desire a phrase to coin, quote me I’ll fire the afterburners like unemployed dope fiends So burn after reading but avoid the smoke screen… ...... ..... .... ... .. . That’s just a ploy, joking; a milestone is reached This entire piece was the chorus, and so... ... repeat. :D Return to top of page... __________________
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06-08-2018, 05:46 AM | #22 |
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"Like Clockwork" (2007)
Clockwork - With machinelike regularity and precision; perfectly. “When I've gone back to work, it's always with that sense of inevitability. That may be a complete delusion, but it's the one that I need to get out of bed and go about my business. That sense that I can't avoid this thing. I better just get on with it.” - Daniel Day-Lewis ...... Time and time again I have to post something I regret I only keep coming back to show you what lies ahead On the road to success you flunked your driver’s test While I passed with flying colors like a rival set I’m not impressed; all your bars die once their said Kind of like my echo, you a far cry from the best Why confess? Nothing you saying has any worth Sentences rope you in, you hang on my every word I pray you never return; God, I’m begging you Like Division II college Basketball, I’m not playing Duke I’m cutting loose with a knife tucked in under suits And like Cherry in Planet Terror, I gotta gun-to-boot I’m so ahead of you that if I battle disabled… You split-seconds-behind-me like fat children at the kids table Spit flow all day bitch, you’re still a foe that’s ate quick If you ‘bananas’ I’m a guerrilla; so you goin’-ape-shit Now you sure that Gwen Stefani founded this language So you go to urban dictionary like, ‘how do I say this’? I’m like clockwork, you all hype like the Y2K glitch Trying to face it is virtually-impossible like the Matrix You a wide array of basic, nothing makes a statement If your Hell-bent-on-greatness I must be raping Satan You ask who’s the greatest, then led the forum’s debate You Brokeback Mountain, can’t get your story straight Y’all can hate, but you jumping quickly on my cock Because y’all ingrates like bums on a city sidewalk You be like, “C’mon dog, I aint around your jock” But you still on my dick if you act like you proud your not So if you’re the bomb, I’m the bomb shelter, kid Cuz when you drop beside me nobody can tell you did Hell with this, if I get under it I’m tearing the skin Like a fat suit, you fake actors are wearing me thin You no American Gangster, it’s not drugs you pushin’ The only heroine you bought into was Wonder Woman You not even a thug, what you represent is far dumber This is a rhyme scheme, I need your credit card number You trailing behind the lead trying to find your style So I bring you up to speed like a Nascar driver’s child If we stage a performance, you’re walking into silence I get more bra’s thrown at me than talking with Hawaiian’s Until we battle in real life, pucker up and blow me I freestyle, you freeze-tile; you must’ve gotten cold feet I know… you think I’m too weak to view this instant That’s okay… you can wait a week or two to click it That way, you’ll convince yourself that you are different And not just a stupid victim of your superstitions Whatever you envision, I’m writing something better My mind’s warped like time warps, I’m on another level The cash you fags steal is a go for broke adventure Cuz I know that-’chu’-aint-real like old folks with dentures You sound nothing but whack, it’s the show that delivers So you wound-up-in-the-back like old action figures Rappers shoot to kill, you can act through your guilt But that wound-is-still-doctored like the Zapruder film Take what I‘ve taught you; but don’t lie, why bother? Time alters and gives you away like a bride’s Father Einstein was correct, I’ll be coming back in a month… Time exists so that everything doesn’t happen at once.
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06-08-2018, 05:53 AM | #23 |
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"I Am Legend" (2007)
“All things are subject to interpretation (and) whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.” - Friedrich Nietzsche ...... Alaska question, it’s for all Caucasians and Africans Would you rather live in the Big Apple or Minneapolis? You Nevada choice; in MySpace I’m the size of Jupiter Truth can hurt; even Google Earth can’t find Universe Washing-ton’s of dirt off the many-germs in Germany I could take a huger leak than the state of New Orleans You run of the Mil-waukee, I’m a perfect Ten-nessee Say adios to audios, everyone heard this Texas heat But you still a little Chile so Ukraine ya neck to peek Sacramento? My sack a Mentos; refresh the screen List a Continent’s contents on any map that you see… And whether you elevated or depressed, that’s a relief You a Virgin-ya geek; I’d put you out of ya ‘Missouri’ But everyone deserves a little Latitude, to a degree Iowa debt to My-ami; he paid but Egypt me off Now I’m too Madagascar, blame oil’s ascending costs I can’t watch Yukon the rest, so Iraq my brain fast You wanted to Bangkok so you just had to Baghdad You lack direction, North, South, East, and West You always gotta cum-piss like before and after sex To keep Green at Bay, Raleigh in Carolina, I guess You can’t take a Toke-yo, so who you China impress? That Air-a-zona kid out; the Green-land’s you in jail Fuck cess, line up some blow… all I need Israel’s They Dublin the sales, but you tell me who’s wealthy? There’s no stopping cold Turkey, we need a New Delhi Ate all the organ’s in Oregon, and you stay for lunch So I can’t be as Hungary as you, Norway as much Kenya keep up? I know Rome and Russia are clichéd But this is not State of the Art, this is Art of the State I’m Montana, Scarface; you Bossed-into a scene bro You’re from the hood but can’t get Compton a casino Europe a few chips, then you take a ‘loss’ in Vegas Vague-is-Pacific enough, I don’t got to Artic-ulate it Got to the Arc-and-saw nothing, never met with Noah Diss Pensacola like vending machines, dispense-a-cola Then I Tampa with evidence so the cops stay busy And just by living in Utah… you insult Lake City Guess that’s the Maine reason you up in the air again I’ll bring you down to Earth, you Landover Maryland I got buff in Buffalo, my one punch Florida kid I’m the bully after school, it’s 3:10 and Yu-ma’ bitch Losing lets them off the hook, but a Win-a-peg foes Lost our bearings like Firestone, we need to coordinate bro But ya Mumbai’s your clothes, so guess I was wrong You still have a clip on tie cuz you can’t Taiwan on So go get a New Jersey from the city of Hoboken And if Singapore rain, this must be the Indian Ocean Or Ja-maican albums like Jeffrey Atkins in session Fuck Columbus, this Earth is simply flat and pathetic So like Will Smith’s film, you can either try to end it… Or put your name on the map… … and say I Am Legend.
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