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[dead man]

schizoaffective. difficult answers for your simplest question
you can find me like anyone, lost in liquor dementia
pouring Cobras onto graves like it's a fitting remembrance
when it only made them weaker like a biblical reference
does to a verse. wrists shackled but i'm cutting them first
open mic is purgatory and discussion is church
i'm the sum of all totals. symbols, sun and the earth
improv-ing. Chris Walken when he doesn't rehearse
semi-functional - worse, i function fully. the worst
drunk in the car. drunk when i'm home. drunk when i work
flask, ready at hand, latex gloves to a nurse
the reason she decides to keep a gun in her purse.
BANG

[Eŋg]

sociopathic. from house to home. home to a casket.
entered the world/developed the germ from hoes on a mattress.
audio's plastic -- Van Gogh with an aural attachment
had the smell of sunflowers grow through the nose's olfaction.
infinite. intimate. English just made an anime reference.
he's lazy. but not for his lack of brain effort.
i'm a null morpheme, love morphine, done morphing faces:
picked one mask but found the conversion basic.
converse with ancients - unlearning patience,
sun, urn and fragrance. if i stay the brothers'll blaze,
busy self-destructing with sweethearts on motherless bays
with a lover's decay. why? i don't know. son couldn't say.
BLAM

[Illume]

Psychotic. I smash faces with radio waves, my iPod's gay,
Saigon rape, I wipe my dick with a white broad's cape, I type all day.
None of it reflects a sentence, intelligent, mentally deficient, menace,
My self perception's diminished, blemished, So fuck my image ... lettuce.
I'm the guy who doesn’t recognize a grimace, felons,
When a cunt’s at it’s limit, Imma stuff stuff in it, lemons,
I'm a character, I don't mind a gimmick , fap it, chemist,
Sometimes I dress up in denims and rape under sevens. I'm Dennis.
HUH?

[Coup]

to me, what sets dead apart is his ability to piece together stark sayings, things, nouns and make them tangible to a motive of a person and his emotions behind them...it's all in that expression in his thought into an action

this opening is a good example

schizoaffective. difficult answers for your simplest question
you can find me like anyone, lost in liquor dementia

dont get me wrong, there are plenty of solid heads around these part.


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edit:

is this now a cypher thread?

[Illume]

Originally Posted by Coup

to me, what sets dead apart is his ability to piece together stark sayings, things, nouns and make them tangible to a motive of a person and his emotions behind them...it's all in that expression in his thought into an action

this opening is a good example



dont get me wrong, there are plenty of solid heads around these part.


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edit:

is this now a cypher thread?

I assumed it was. Admittedly I rarely write stuff like this. I just posted it for lols.

Dead man makes good use of his sentences. I like the opening couple lines, but the biblical reference part fell flat for me. ENG's 'un-learning patience' section was genius.

[dead man]

Thanks I try to use sentences

[Witty]

I wish I could use sentences like you.

Anyways, this was dope. Short, but dope.

lol'd @ it turning into a cypher thread.

[Wise Wiggles]

Originally Posted by dead man

schizoaffective. difficult answers for your simplest question
you can find me like anyone, lost in liquor dementia
pouring Cobras onto graves like it's a fitting remembrance
when it only made them weaker like a biblical reference
does to a verse. wrists shackled but i'm cutting them first
open mic is purgatory and discussion is church
i'm the sum of all totals. symbols, sun and the earth
improv-ing. Chris Walken when he doesn't rehearse
semi-functional - worse, i function fully. the worst
drunk in the car. drunk when i'm home. drunk when i work
flask, ready at hand, latex gloves to a nurse
the reason she decides to keep a gun in her purse.
BANG

Dis dat dope stuff you shoulda threw at me.. fuck

[PancakeBrah]

Originally Posted by dead man

Thanks I try to use sentences

Lol

[Geno]

discussion is church

[dead man]

True wise. My bad og

Geno you already KNO

[Eŋg]

that wasn't disrespectful yo. it was a nod. js.

[DexLabb]

Say it out loud

they say om died well so did every soul that writes
haikus, poems and rhymes under the guise of -
a message board. no face no trace, don't say you
haven't been a little misplaced. in your life -
i know you had, depression. maybe psychosis
maybe lonely & looking for some way of closure,
i can't judge. i was that kid back 10 years ago
no place for my tears to go. rap game my vendetta,
but nobody heard like silent letters. im better now,
havent heard from old friends in forever now,
started to give up. but i still got this hope -
now when i write its not bitter, twisted fiction
the world wants connection. no, the worlds wants -
to be lied to. fed grapes and deprived of thought.
and us writers are all damaged cause we think alot.
and us writers are damaged cause we drink alot,
no friends at this depth so you sink alot.
yeah, i know. its cliche but i bet you relate,
cause you keep coming back even if you changed.
and then you wonder why. maybe its promise of glory
if some record exec read my story, or yet-
you could still be repressed. too scared to scream
so you swallow every word into the screen.
damn, whats your life mean? can't hide in the veil,
the curtains gotta retract you can't bail. nah,
im tired of hiding. im tired of the schemers,
i know my shit goes harder than most mainstreamers,
i know my shit goes harder and i won't give in,
us writers got that empty bottle in our vis-ion, shit
what if the bottle reversed from your hand,
the liquor filled up to the brim, the words spilled
all over your chin, not into your gut. and you told em'
you ready to fuck. you told em you had enough.
what then? would you turn to om? or would you,
turn to the mic or a publisher. become of worth -
see, you got two choices as a maverick like me,
you can either drown or bleed.
blood is ink, pain is a pen.
i'd like you to tell me whats it worth when im dead

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[Split]

that brittle protective. initials whittled in benches.
I'm a little self-referential. you can tell I use stencils,
I'm still in detention, I've gotten my fill of correction
with the pills and the lessons, the thick of these lenses,
I'm quick to attention when I'm all focused up.
Im sick of sending these sentences. Think I'll go for a run,
then I write till my head hurts til
these rhymes run together, til these finals are done,
til the fine in the weather has sighed into dusk.

[Neighbor]

Originally Posted by dead man

schizoaffective. difficult answers for your simplest question
you can find me like anyone, lost in liquor dementia
pouring Cobras onto graves like it's a fitting remembrance
when it only made them weaker like a biblical reference
does to a verse. wrists shackled but i'm cutting them first
open mic is purgatory and discussion is church
i'm the sum of all totals. symbols, sun and the earth
improv-ing. Chris Walken when he doesn't rehearse

Wow

[dead man]

Originally Posted by Split Eight

that brittle protective. initials whittled in benches.
I'm a little self-referential. you can tell I use stencils,
I'm still in detention, I've gotten my fill of correction
with the pills and the lessons, the thick of these lenses,
I'm quick to attention when I'm all focused up.
Im sick of sending these sentences. Think I'll go for a run,
then I write till my head hurts til
these rhymes run together, til these finals are done,
til the fine in the weather has sighed into dusk.

too high to discuss whether i'm excited or numb
amaretto arteries and nitrogen lungs
rhyme arithmetic, violinist strum enlightenment once
a single moment is granted and if you miss it you're fucked
kisses and hugs are symbols of trust. but yo, these women are nuts
fiending ducats heavy. victims of a system corrupt
Bishop to rook, checkmate. endgame: turn your kingdom to dust
GQ certified. the juice is in the fridge, open up
ill show your sister love. dope dick to give her a buzz
filet your jugular and throw you into vinegar tubs

[Frank]

Throw em imto Vinegar tubs...

Amoxicillin just not real enough, let this fizzle in your cut.
Like that scene in Fight Club "his name was Robert Paulson you ignorant fuck
Sinister stuff, sounds vivid enough. couple crills sit in my gut, while I sit, fingerprinted in cuffs.
Joker smile. villanly crimsony blush - ear to ear stitches, split open cuz I'm grinning too much

[dead man]

:D

[Zombie]

too high to discuss whether i'm excited or numb
amaretto arteries and nitrogen lungs
rhyme arithmetic, violinist strum enlightenment once
a single moment is granted and if you miss it you're fucked
kisses and hugs are symbols of trust. but yo, these women are nuts
fiending ducats heavy. victims of a system corrupt
Bishop to rook, checkmate. endgame: turn your kingdom to dust
GQ certified. the juice is in the fridge, open up
ill show your sister love. dope dick to give her a buzz
filet your jugular and throw you into vinegar tubs

its simple physics. the average person, thinks he isnt
catholicon curse, the religious stallions' prison
ineffable kiss of death, bereavements inept
we notice the years less, but no seasons deject
obsession with cessation, sensation with depression
are these trebuchets a weapon, or prevention to invasion
eloquent. freemasons, developing new havens
delicate emblazon to the newly weds. mazeltov
predicate replacements, the movie ends when god dissolves
dull the poison, cigarettes. reassembled butcher poet
understood the sinners. all sweet revenge is sugar coated

[dead man]

pull you closer, magnum opus. glimmer glamorous gem
bestowed. scarlet begonias with a lavender stem
engaged to contentment, while i'm content with a snack
i ate the dingo with babies in her intestinal tract
no leftover scraps, no tupperware. it's fresher than that
fresher than residue on my vegetable rack
tried to overdose in 7th grade in chemistry class
i was summoned for a minute but i'm ready to pass.