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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 4:58 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 5:42 pm
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***** think he dope, nope, battle him and he choke
then give him air, slit his throat, blood on his fur coat
then lame ***** died cuz he dope, dont do drugs
on my block i love civilain, but lyrically killin thugs
Got paper weight, celebrate, lil niggas always wanna hate
please dont hate, appreciate or the slaughter will be great
like Tony the Tiger, rapper for hire nah lyrical killer for hire
shoot you with them bullets, hang you with the verbal wire
im the gettum *****, why? cuz im spittin with a passion
and i murk niggas who soft and thats you so ***** y you ******** it boy dont ask questions cuz my answer will have u stressin
and youll think meetin me is now the opposite of a blessin
now lemme end this so i can stop your feelings of oppresion
and show you niggas the moral of this deranged lesson
dont ******** wit it
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 9:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:10 pm
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My name is Joker, habitual smoker,
I burn so many trees that I have splinters in my toaster,
I need a b***h to stay below my waist like a hoaster,
And then I sit my cup up on her booty like a coaster,
I brag about my money so they're calling me a boaster,
I holler giddyup like I was on the Ponderosa,
You say that you don't feel me, well come a little closer,
I show you what a gangsta look like, at least supposed to,
My blunt is filled with very deadly weed I call it dro my eyes,
Stay low like a gay dudes, in the mens bathroom,
Do you marvel at my flow, or shiver at my genius,
You think of STD's from all the hickeys on my p***s,
We let the beat live, these other rappers are a bore,
I kill so many tracks, they recognize me at the morgue,
Bought a 20 pack of Trojans on my last trip to the store,
I did a show that night and had to go the next day to buy more,
You can test me if you want, examination if you choose,
But my glock will leave your shirt, looking like Dorothy's shoes,
No little Dorothy, see home is a pace where that I can't go,
After a couple puffs I'm somewhere over the rainbow,
I have these hoes afraid to take a look into there mirrors,
Skeet something on their faces that resembles aloe vera,
Reply to the officer, that's parsley on my seat,
We pass the blunt to one another like batons at a track meet,
Exactly, I know just what you peons are thinking,
These silly niggas ain't s**t, I don't see haters like I'm blinking,
My money keeps on growing, while your fan base keeps shrinking,
You wish you were a psychic so you could rap just what I'm thinking.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 7:41 am
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Skills out of place lookin' foreign, I'm world tourin'...
Knockin' grills out of everybodies face, George Foreman....
LOOK AT THE LIGHT! God ain't come back, ya boy performin'...
Christ like on the mic day and night, come get ya portion...
Free of that whack s**t, I kick it and flip it like skateboards...
Why you hate for? It's clear I got style and flav-ore...
Whatever haters ears favor I'll get clever for days or...
Sip on that chronic ice-tea and rocket off light speed...
Sometimes I impress myself, somebody gotta like me...
Before I became baller bitches ain't wanna be wifey...
Verses slice heads of motha ******** and mic suckas...
Ya'll can't even slice bread, don't bother to write another...
Song, verse, chorus, line, but write to ya moms...
To tell her you about to blow up like henchmen of Sadam...
Make MC's sweat like rookies defusin' a bomb...
I'm the THC that lift minds when puffin' on chron...
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 7:51 am
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Random typing.
So what's change?
A range of stages to claim your fame?
Or a place to lay, to fade away in peaceful state?
Everyday I wonder if my brothers a sisters
and mothers will listen to the words of this martyr
Not includin' father, cause really, he never even bother.
He'd call up, show up, not really givin' a damn.
But it was HIS ******** ups, that made this kid a man.
Understand. No hate to the man who caused strife
Throughout my life, day and night, never bringin' right.
But like, in time my rhyme will shine with light, aiight?
I fight for greater causes, dodgin' motivational pauses
Facin' situational laws's, savin' sensational losses
of my feelin's and i'm feelin' alright, even though
I know these hoes will test my visions of life.
The scrimmage i write, the bar you can't surpass
not no broken glass, dont' shatter.
This spoken class, don't matter,
who tries to bring this cat down, he has more than 9 lives.
And i bless you like divine, expressing every life of mine in rhymes
In time you'll find that my state of mind takes this state of mine
by surprise when I spit my line, this s**t of mine is more than nice.
Vice up the attention of those who listen, like a piper to his mice.
A melodic hypnotic symbolic message spreadin' nothin' but thanks.
that defies electronic demonic credit spreadin' through our banks.
What will it take, faith? To change the way we go.
To change the daily show of insane crazy ol' folks,
that fiend for gold, that holds our freedom that's sold
cold blooded, but flooded in their own cards they hold.
Never can they fold, they stuck wth it, they sucked into it to.
Even worse, not just me they ********' with, they ********' with our youth.
We have to do it, if not in Gods, parents, friends, or OUR name,
then for the innocent children losin' their lives inside this game.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 2:41 pm
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A nice long one I made a little while back. Comments and Criticism would be much loved.
How Can I explain without getting head pains
Sometimes my next string is looking for the next day
But Now The scenes changed, and everything seems strange
I lift my head to the clouds to notice leeways
And Though I bleed, Nay, saying to the people
My soul alone has come in contact with evil
No Matter what they say, or which way they may lead you
My plan is to lend a helping hand and help you off your pedestal
My Soul Goes where it wants to go
And you don't have to beg I'm letting go of this ledge
See my soul goes where it wants to go
You can't be misled going over the edge.
((X2))
How can I get across a bitter thought lost, but
caught in a winter frost, a sinner, not less
In the Pit of all flesh, and yes it involvs us
How the faults of many can quickly dissolve trust
Can the law justify the pride of a mans being?
Can a wall just abide,move aside and stand lienient?
We all must disguise, who am I to defy Reason,
I feel like a heathen in the clutch of a High Priest.
Just apply Jesus,some Prayer,and Hyenas,
Then you have got a homemade cage for Demons
I wave to the sleeping from my grave in the evening,
No longer shall I stay and remain daydreaming
No Longer shall I play in this game you exceed in
As a stage prop in this hate plot Eden
I'll wait forgotten in this same spot I was found in,
Until my head,or my heart stops pounding
Dead weight, accept late nights wayside
Waiting waist high, fading in the reflection of daylight
Mistaking the snake bites fom kisses from grapevines
Cuz home is a gravesight tombstone shading a paid price
I've flown the gray skies been shown the rays of hope
I was told to stay right but didn't know which way to go,so
Slowly the pain rises through emotions my face hides
Cuz they low and behold my soul and it ain't right.
My Soul Goes where it wants to go
And you don't have to beg I'm letting go of this ledge
See my soul goes where it wants to go
You can't be misled going over the edge.
((X2))
I fly away and find a way to hideaway
Inside a place, inside of you inside of me
Despite the truth, despite the evil
Life is pain
My restraints tighten daily I'd complain
But I'm confused, I'm not free
I must lose society
I fly away and find a way to hideaway
Inside a place, inside of you inside of me
Despite the truth, despite the evil
Life is pain
My restraints tighten daily I'd complain
But I'm confused, I'm not free
I must lose society
How Can I escape without letting my legs scrape
The top of hells gates Pale-faced
Still waiting, holding to the tail of Saten
All held fate, they fell safe
Everlasting Stalemate
Nail me to my fate and impale me with a stake Barely Making it
I'll stare Death in her face and spit the bare-naked truth to the crazy b***h!
Damien, Hollowed be thy name of the cursed who,
Make their bed and wallow in the shame of their person
Breadcrumbs to remember which turns he took, or what he fled from.
Redrum, and the dirty looks
Every set Sun he'd consider the Journeys Push
I'm to headstrong to beat around the Burning Bush.
Getting stepped on is only a part of learning, look
At least I know I left my soul under the clergy's foot.
Now I'm Dead wrong cuz your loving mercy put,
Me in the position to drink from the murky brooks
Forest dwelling Fortune teller,
My only real fear is that in the end I'm still here,
In a torture celler, Ill spirited
Your more then welcome to experience this orphan shelter
But the sore can rest their head on the floor if it helps them
For the lord is the Sheperd no-one wanting or neglected
And the door is accesible as an Entrance or an Exit
I pull the chloraseptic and ignor all the skeptics
The war is your perception, a sword in the head drips
Metaphors for protection,
Because People Proofs are in Cahoots
With the institute that constitutes this illusion
Omen in the form of a presence, born as a peasant
That'll leave confused, piss drunk, and scorned for his confessions
The more and more I question life the more I respect the Title
Taking Heed to the majestic light but rejecting my own
I see through the dark nights without leaving fingerprints on lightbulbs,
Looking at, what the futer might hold.
My Soul Goes where it wants to go
And you don't have to beg I'm letting go of this ledge
See my soul goes where it wants to go
You can't be misled going over the edge.
((X2))
I fly away and find a way to hideaway
Inside a place, inside of you inside of me
Despite the truth, despite the evil
Life is pain
My restraints tighten daily I'd complain
But I'm confused, I'm not free
I must lose society
I fly away and find a way to hideaway
Inside a place, inside of you inside of me
Despite the truth, despite the evil
Life is pain
My restraints tighten daily I'd complain
But I'm confused, I'm not free
I must lose society
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:11 am
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Ok this is a...love song. Yeah I know not the "Hardest" thing around but sometimes things need to be said to the person you feel for. I was hoping I could get some feedback to this though. From females especially (like how you see it and how you might feel if someone made it for you) But guys man feel free to comment on it to I know you probably feel for someone too.
My Momma said go search for love but take a flashlight
Cuz life is dark she won't answer unless you ask right
But keep persisting and she may just let you get a glimpse
Ma, My sentiments exactly I'll save it for the bad times
Got out of bed a burst of sun began to pass by
And like my heart the surface blackened, rivers ran dry
I will not tremble in the darkest of predicaments
No this a symbol to remind me of your innocence
A Thimble for my Wendy,*
A Kiss for Juliet,**
My lover to forgive me
Make a world we won't regret
I can't help but to admit my faults
Take a bite out of pride
By myself and I'd wish you'd call and make it rain tonight,
I guess I'm preaching to the choir
It's no secret I admire her
Feel her warm embrace
As if I'm sleeping by where the fire burns
I like her for her
She likes me for Tyler Durdan***
Together we are perfect
Feel the breeze ride the current like this...
Nights like this
I wish it would rain
Nights like this
I wish she would call
My time spent
Addicted to the pain
Now I see
Can't feel it at all.
(Repeat)
I thought I knew this feeling
But I guess I don't
It's new this time
Soothing
With a touch of hope
Gone are the days when the slow songs would play
And the moon would shine through my humble abode
I'm not incomplete
In fact I found peace
Microphone,Beats,and the presence of she,
Likes to roll spliffs, get blown and s**t
I would like to co-exist and get blown a kiss
I met her on a Monday
Her hair hair soaking wet
Her hair got in your eyes
So I bought her two barrettes
I poured on the boyish charm
"I want you on my arm"
But you were not having it
Asked me something like
"If I thought it would last long?"
"You can't deny happiness"
She said "But we can try can't we?"
Something was held inside but you still smiled at me
I wanted her to Kiss me on the lips so time could keep passing
Later on we met at the crossroads
And Died laughing.
A poem for my Queen
This phone ain't ringing
And this headache just won't leave me alone
If this was only dream
How lonely can you be?
Even my homeboy told me
"You gotta be Jonesin"
I pour me a drink
And ignore all the things that remind me of her
And try to keep to my own
But the more that I think
Your all that I need
All that I see
A piece of my soul
(Repeat)
Nights like this
I wish it would rain
Nights like this
I wish she would call
My time spent
Addicted to the pain
Now I see
Can't feel it at all
(Repeat 2x)
*/In reference to The Thimble in Peter Pan (it meant a kiss)
**/Obviously from William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet
***/From Fight Club...he was the Alter Ego to the main character.
((I edited it a bit, so if it sounds like I'm talking to YOU at places that was the original way....yeah I wrote this for someone...))
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 12:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 11:32 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 12:55 pm
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Louis Vuitton Don Mr-West
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 8:22 pm
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