View Full Version : ::BoAr's BArs::
Ravenously executing trifling mc’s with iniquity techniques…
Reeks of innocent cries smother silence as ya mettle leaks…
Shiolen pigeon toe, prow up to victims, release fatalities…
Dismayed bars transport ya soul from virtual reality…
Boar charges, thrust with speed that breaks silence…
Examine ya body with timed rigorous violence…
I cause climates to change, ElNino winds destruction…
Earthquake devastation aligned to volcanic eruptions.
the funky drunk
05-14-2006, 02:37 PM
yeah thats a nice lil drop
needs to be longer , vocab was there , i liked the way it just sreadily drifted from rhyme 2 rhyme , peace
05-16-2006, 04:45 PM
really nice vocab...make it longer though
keep it up
Father N Dangerous
05-16-2006, 04:49 PM
really nice vocab...make it longer though
keep it up
05-16-2006, 06:51 PM
Dope drop teach me
My Name Cross..I'm The Closest Thing To Evil There Is
Owe Money Then I'll Chop Off The Feet Of Ya Kids
Think You Tough Then I'll Send Goons To Peep Where You Live
Tie You To A Cement Brick And Have You Sleep With A Fish
All Day I'm Ready For War..I Sleep With A Fifth
My Dogs Hungry Then I'll Feed'em Ya Ribs
My Dogs Restless..Then I'll Have Ya Ass Get Beat With A Brick
I Know Shits Fucked Up..Cuz You All Fucked Up
And You Can Tell Ya Boys They'll Get It
Got A Gun Pointed Right To They Dome That'll Knock Off They Fitted
Or A Knife To They Throat For A Nice Incision
And I Won't Stop Stabbin Till Ya Life Is Finished
And I Don't Give A Fuck If There's A Lady's In The Room
Cut The Bitch In The Stomach..Kill The Baby In Her Womb
In A Grave Or A Tomb..Lay In'em Soon
Cuz I Don't Give A Fuck..Angels Playin A Tune
Fuck With Me..That's The Biggest Mistake
Throw Ya Ass Off The Roof With A Rope And Watch The Ground Break
Or I'll Come To Ya House With A Big Ass Eight
Couple Shots To Ya Dome Bullets Sit In Ya Face
Cuz Yeah I Got A Gun And A Ice Pick
Poke Niggas Up On The Night Shift..Beat Niggas Up With A Nightstick
Nigga I've Been Fly..I Could Ride GT's
Who Could Ride Like Me (Who)
Who Do You Know Pack A Nine Like Me (Who)
Shoot It In Ya Face And Hit It Right Between Ya Fuckin Eyes Like Me
Y'all Niggas Aint Ready For War
Cuz If You Was..Man I Would Have Been Dead When I Stepped Through The Door
Have My Brains On The Ceiling Have My Blood On The Floor
Got Guns Why You Commin With Machettes And Swords
One Shot To Ya Knot You Spaghetti And Sauce
Can't Tell You What The Future Is Like
But I Can Tell You It's Grim..Talk Shit Find A Shell In Ya Limbs
Blow A Shot To Ya Stomach That'll Knock Out Ya Wind
And I'm A Show Up In The Room Where You Hospitaled In
Lock The Nurse In The Closest..Surgeons Get Knocked Down
Doctors Get Shot Down..The Whole Crew Dropped Down
Then I'm Pullin Ya Plug..Cuz You A Bullshit Thug
Fuck It..Nigga I Don't Wanna Murk You
I Just Wanna Hurt You
I Just Wanna Sit With A Bunch Of Rugged Niggas At A Table Smokin Purple
All In A Circle..The Cypers Ready
But When I'm Highed Up I Get Nice And Heavy
Put The Knife To Ya Gut Then I'll Slice Ya Belly
Fuck Ya Block..I've Been There Twice Already
Ha..Motherfuckas I'm So Real
Y'all Niggas Know That With The Fuckin Aim I'm So Ill
Determined To Kill
So If I Got Beef Then You Can't Stop The Kid With A Birth Control Pill
Can't Stop The Kid With A Fuckin Abortion
See The Kid With A Gun You Betta Come With Some Caution
05-22-2006, 02:05 PM
that was sick, keep cookin that crack homie.. :thumbup:
Thx fo feed....
reply you assholes
..Graspin-tuh-flex.. Yuh name could be 'Nas' still not 'last-of-tha-best'..
..Macs-to-yuh-vest.. Yuh like 'Fort Minor solo'.. Yuh nun when 'lackin-tha-rest'..
..Not known tuh grip-an-squeez-talons.. 'No homo' how Im 'quick-tuh-beam-faggots'..
..Trip-known tuh grip-chrome.. Clip leave yuh 'smokin' like 'Nic-O-Tine-Patches'..
..Im like 'drunken parties'.. Cuz Imma leave yuh 'plastered-tha-most'..
..Thoughts of beatin me decease.. Cuz I dont lose tuh 'Casper-tha-Ghost'..
..Clips-do-tha-most when I rip-through-yuh-clothes.. Leave clips-to-yuh-nose..
..Ill 'Tri-Ple'-yuh-dose.. Cuz Im 'doublin three' when I get 'six-to-yuh-Ghost'..
(I KOed him.. Imma KO him again... 3 + 3= 6)
Tha punches an metas an ish should be easy... An dewds name Ghost...
..Yuh raps-wack.. I 'cover noses' cuz yuh 'Werdza-reek'..
..Tha flack-lacks when Trip 'claps-back' like 'Murda-Inc'..
..I laid-you-rook.. An an tha hoodza Creep-Jus spiteful..
..Cuz I 'made-you-look' just like tha 'Streets Disciple'..
..Yuh text is 'primative'.. Throw a 'spear-at-cha-gun'..
..Cuz Imma 'Slaughter yuh Alphabet' like tha 'Lyr-i-cal-one'..
Da Dishonourable Don
05-26-2006, 05:21 AM
nice verse kid, keep it grimy!
2220 A.d., Invasions of Over populated cities, Interracial Fights
Red Armageddon Skies Filled With Black Armored Dragon Knights
The president’s offensive dialogue ignited world wide civil clashes
Satan’s dream established and the skies were full of heavens ashes
Silver Tinted Bullets Skimmed the Lands Of any bustling object
Democratic Representatives had a plant but the opposing nations topped it
Avian influenza viruses were carried on wings to the most pure lands
Deserted Streets were covered in bloody medicine cans
Unsanitary refugees spread sickness like Europeans
I swear I saw Satan’s form of a deformed fiend
Then I awoken sweating, with my fist clutched, all serene
I then noticed it was all just a dream
45 people online and no replies...
07-10-2006, 09:25 AM
muh boy tuco hit da nizail on da hizead...
07-10-2006, 09:52 AM
descent lyrics but you can't spit that over a beat
YOu sayin u can? Nigga I looked at your verses and I don't see why anyone gives a shit about you. But aiy if you think I cant flow...what u want audio or text battle?
07-10-2006, 10:47 AM
Tuco u better handle yo BIZNIZZ fo CAROL CITY BOOYY
07-11-2006, 04:06 PM
that was pretty tight. im not big into the gangsta stuff, but if i was then i woulda loved it heh. it was nice, most of the time the flow was nice and smooth. the rhymes all around was pretty simple. some nice vocab, but the rhyme scheme was kinda basic. multies would really make you spit some fire, and other then that just keep rhymin, that was tight. peep my verse, good example of multies if your wonderin about them.
07-13-2006, 11:54 AM
yeah i enjoyed reading that drop
flow could use some elevation , but that was some nice raw knowledge you dropped
Yup.. so i sign into youtube and this dude sends me a message...Says some shit like this "In all seriousness homie.. I'd love for you to write a 100 bars and put that shit on and let me know when you do.. I'll kill your "ish".. I got my demo in the works homie.. Let me get a hold of a video camera and figure out how to do this YouTube shit and I'll post my 100 bars for that ass and see you try top my lyrical content.. The name is sofis2cated and you'll see what I can do with a pen and a pad.. but good lookin on speakin back.. some people don't got the balls to rep their own shit! Check back in a week homie til then I'm out like the bullet from a gun... 1"
Well.. fuck.. here's fifty bitch.... i'on even think i need another half to it.
I walk into a store and i'm casin the joint//
Turn Papermates into felt tips like i'm replacin the point//
Lyrical holocaust, cuz my rhymes are venemous to every nemesis//
Collecting the lost like i was on some shit 'bout Genesis//
I knew that i was born with infinite, gift and potential//
Blessed and scorn from tenaments, that i lived in were essential/
The differentials, are hard to catch like sublte scents//
Boost my mental with Omega-3 and other perscription supplements//
Bred for defense, against these anarchist middle men//
Build the suspense to keep you on track like riddylin//
These simpletons, get squashed with the powers of god//
I'm not a cannibal, but i'll turn hannibal and devour squads//
The hours tick by, but i've only been in it for a minute//
Back with the ability to defy, Presidents and senates//
Like a system of checks-and-balances, i'm keepin it level//
It seems like your set of malice men are the phoniest rebels//
I've seen in weeks, Like a draconian messenger i allow the demon to speak//
From within the vitality and heat, that burns through my veins when i scream on beats//
But this is accapella, so any instrumental is in my mind//
Spoke to the lord and was given a coincidental need-to-shine//10
Dedication, My pen is apart of me, so if taken away i'll bleed-for-rhymes//
Motivation, I gotta win it's the part of me that stays ta' read-the-lines//
But my spirit is forocious, so it's like try'na feed the lions//
Fuck wit my lyrics and i'll invoke-this massive disaster like i was the seed-of-giants//
Maintain focus, cuz when it's time to flow i'm gold and i provoke anquishes//
I just hope-this stays steady, empowered with the capacity to choke tricks in multiple languages//
I'll have you hasta nada, para soy el diablo en musica//
Forget about gucci and prada, i'm probably the one man losin'-ya//
Stay on ya grind, but i'm "in bed with lucifer' like homosexual relations//
Trans-universal scripts designed to be abusin'-ya and project painful sensations//
utilize both sets of vocal chords, so flows have to be harmonic//
reunite the earth with its devilish counter part and call myself demonic//
Puff a blunt of the chronic, waitin for the boom like super sonics//
All i want is this tonic, so pass me the bottle and watch symphonics//
Come into existance, that're so great they have to have been formed from the heavens//
Like a convicted felon i know my sentence, thats why i'm lucky like three sevens//
and i've been waiting for a while, i'm sick of this fuckin' junction//
Like road rage in a traffic jam my lyrics are punchin radio functions//
Lookin for exodus, but it's damn near impossible considering the elements//
That sweep the stage with elegence, i'm not callin' ya stupid but i'm questioning your intelligence//20
The relevance of these events in recent times have formed prophets//
But it's the cowardly sons of bitches that turn tragedies into profits//
Like finding a winning lottery ticket, you know that i've got it//
Then seeing the date on it and realizing it's to late, Even alanis said it's ironic//
And i present this same presidence to all these petulant jacks//
The intent was to confirm evidence with inteligent delivery and facts//
Ready for death, like a suicidal mad man with a rope and a messany//
Runnin outta breath, cuz all you failin' faggots are continuously testin'-me//
And it's gettin kinda hard to run through gimmicks because regardless of mentality//
I'm still an earth bound man with limits, and that's the ground-truth, a final reality//
And honestly i found my escape in rhyme schemes, words and other forms of wisdom//
Stuck in a place where hate and time-seem to blur within a particular rhythm//
I must be getting close to godliness because i can feel angel wings ready to spring from my back//
On the verge of becoming a saint because lately all my anger seems to turn into rap//
Instead of physical attacks, which once were the usual reaction//
My brains chemicals attach to my lips in an attempt to deny my attraction//
Of inflicting pain, don't get me wrong, i'm no sexual deviant//
But this stress presses my chest and causing hurt used to be the only way i had of relieving it//
I'm psychopathic, the path i've psyched myself into taking once had a purpose//
Life is tragic, i'm surprised that i can even go outside without getting nervous//30
But i've learned that to be alive on the surface of earth is actually worth it//
like a computer getting struck by lightning, my rhymes burn system circuits//
My hand clutches the microphone as it melts and boils in my grip//
Not cuz i spit flames, it's cuz my fever is so high bullets would fly outta the clip//
As soon as i touched that shit, my boys yell at me tellin' me to bust back quick//
But i'm not so sure i can trust that trick, so i'm takin my nuts back bitch//
Because getting AIDs is not on the top of the cut, in order of urgency//
So i'll put the rubber on and rock that slut, in a quick fashion like it was an emergency//
Urgin-me, personally hurtin-mcs. matter fact closin the curtain on these//
Mergin'-me, in worse-degrees with the truth i'mma certaintly-be//
The most-wicked, twisted when gifted with recstricted and vicious tactics//
I roast-tickets with lifted and enlisted inflicted malicious magics//
Facination combines conecentration, with refined contemplation//
Realizations in the face honest-hatin', Lookin' hard but still got-them-skatin//
My occupation is to rock-when-blazin, and redefine eacn moment-in-time//
Shock-the-nation with blocks-of-pateince, my mind slipped but i won't-let-my-rhymes//
i know you laughin' now, just burstin-at-the-seems//
But a rich bitch's nightmare, i purse-snatch-in-her-dreams//
Wakes up screamin, and denounced the silence//
Turn into a demon, and announced the violence//40
And pounced like tyrants, with each scream getting more defiant//
So i took the beretta out, one shot then it's all goes quiet//
I'm betta, matta fact, i'll settle vendettas//
The lettas clearly tellin' me that cheddas//
On-its-way, it's impossible to stop, cuz my phonics-blaze//
Every time i'm on-a-stage, i make sure the honor-stays//
Fuck creepin', i night-stalk, with nice-talk//
leave you sleepin' in white-chalk, sneak away quieter than mice-walk//
Ya style is weak and old, but some how you still got rocks-out//
But yo that shift is over, your heard mines and then ya rhymes clocked-out//
Get you knocked-out, cuz it's clear i got 32's and glocks-out//
And if you don't talk now, I'll get ya dirty-crew shot-BLAOW!//
The games over, please instert a quarter, or two dimes and a nickle//
Got this prick in a pickle, gett'em hurt cuz i order missles and you think that shit gon' tickle?//
I'on really care hommie, i'm generous, in each sense of the word//
And ya'll phonies can blow me, only thing you got of interest is them lips on ya bird//
And them hips that go swerve, While i'm "Losin' my mind" ya'll losin-ya-nerve//
I'll throw elbows on the ground light'em stomp the fire out, just so i can say i'm abusin-you-herbs//
you dropped ya nouns, i heard the predicates and it's evident you don't know your etticute//
Send me your lines, i'll re-word and mix lettes-with some intelligent veteran shit, and make it better-bitch//
A soul is worth more than a life, and that's my only parti-pris//
It expends nothing to write, but living on earth is hardly-free//
We all have a basic need for survival, i've got a desire to type on a rhythm//
Robert said it best when he said "A poem begins in delight and it ends in wisdom."// - Robert Frost
So i'll leave you with this quote, and i hope that it helps//
When you're creating scriptures remember it's the words over wealth//
The message over money, and it's something that you all can afford//
I'll let my man Henry finish it by saying "Writing is it's own reward"// - Henry Miller
Just recall that "Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free"// - The Bible
But if you can't trust in the bible, then you'll never be able to believe me//
Buddha said "All that we are is a result of what we have thought"// - Buddha
and "Writing is thinking on paper", so forget what you were taught// - William Zinsser
It's okay to be who you are, so forget haters go 'head shine in every line//
Cuz "Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds"// - Albert Einstein
Theres a moral to all this madness, yes there's something to be learned//
you can quote me when i say "Music is not created but something that's earned"// - Me *I made this quote up*
Claim you got wisdom, go ahead and show me//
But if you don't got it, go 'head quote me//
Cuz As long as it's the truth,you can keep it the hardest//
and "Creativity is the difference between men and artists"// - Me *Made this one up too*
I could tell you everything that you won't-be//
but i'm creative so i know that you'll quote-me//
I know it's mean, you'll probably wanna choke-me//
But i'm intelletually divine so go ahead quote-me//
Depending on what people think about this.. i may make into something more.. a full song perhaps... but yeah.. leave feed and tell me what you're feelin'.
I need a mic and im looknig toward a shur mic
01-15-2007, 04:20 PM
I need a mic and im looknig toward a shur mic
it was a nice READ broseph, glad to see new ill heads steppin up
01-15-2007, 04:38 PM
its a cool peice man, ima read the whole thing later broseph
it was a nice READ broseph, glad to see new ill heads steppin up
No doubt? Thx for positive feed :Y
01-15-2007, 10:47 PM
...good concept, i like that alot, but go rewrite it a couple times... fuck what people think; you as the ARTIST get to deside what it becomes... tighten the flow and get some multi syllabic rhyme schemes... but again, great concept...
01-16-2007, 06:38 AM
Not a bad drop, homie. Interesting concept. I enjoyed it enough. I say go on with it if you feel you have it in you. Don't go on with it because people told you to though. The hook could use a little re-work if you're gonna try for a tight finished product too. But yeah, nice piece.
01-16-2007, 06:42 AM
That was a pretty decent display. Definately had a few solid lines in there. Some bars ought to be shortened though. If you edit it a little to tighten the structure and flow, it would be a nice verse.
I'm trapped in these walls, fallin' back into blackness
Baack into wackness, barred from the lines that I rap with
In my mind is a passion just askin' to be blasted
Let it breathe, the disease that gets released from my chapped lips
I look past it, I don't have sense I have rashness
Miraculous actions passed in disastrous rations
My rap is a coupe, I soupe it up and I gas it
Pedal to the floor boards, heavy metal music blastin'
But I crash it, it's Russian Roulette and I stack chips
I'm past ripped, hand my soul a pack of them matches
And a lighter, gasoline, a magazine and a gat, clips
And afterwards scatter ashes on my casket
I fear havin' my back lashed and strapped with a black whip
Ask my master for laxness, when he grants it I relax
But I can't quit or stand it, all I hear is the laughin'
My spirit collapses, passes back into blackness
I'll leave ya bleedin' and screamin, pleadin' and askin' what happened
Gasp for breath, slash ya chest, grab ya neck and just snap it
Serrated blade in the jacket, razors made to be jagged
Telepathic ever since Hellen Keller was splashin'
The aftermath of this psychopath's wrath is detachment
Severed heads in the mattress, cats slit wrists in the bathtub
A lonely sociopath, a killer like Zodiac
You'd have to be a maniac to actually hold me back
Like kids that flash black Macs in the street for reaction
Havin' flashbacks from droppin' to much battery acid
They just actors enraptured, just dramatic and captured
The limelight to rhyme tight, I'll 'spine write' and spit backwards/'back words'
My raps are artifacts make heart attacks so I'm claspin'
My chest, it's hard to grasp when red sheds and I'm gaspin'
My brain just bled to death so all that I'm askin'
Is for freedom from these walls, I fall back into blackness
I'm trapped in these walls, fallin' back into blackness
I'm strapped with a magnum, it's my tongue and it lashes
Like the sermons of clergymen whether Catholic or Baptist
They don't bless, they molest, it's messed up but it happens
The verbal assassin that attacks with a madness
Murderin' Fascists, hittin' birds when they flappin'
It's just rappin' that sticks to the words that I plaster
It's magic, don't ask which/witch craft did I master
Your ass'll get smashed with an axe stashed in the attic
I'm addict attracted to grabbin' asses and havin'
Erratic actions, like slappin' Rick and jackin' his crack with
Dave Chappelle raisin' hell with bad kids like the Jacksons
I might blow in the microphone for the crackle and static (pssssh)
That's the reaction of my Prozac when I snack it
My brain waves are clashin', playin' games and I'm whackin
Off, and my dick spits, coughs, and yaks in a napkin
Dirty Mattress Covered In Diluted Putrid Puke & Blood
Infused With Bugs As I Send Two Canines Through My Tongue
A Porous Taste, What A Horrid Waste Of Life's Elixir
Despite The Mixture, I See By Way Of Nights Old Fissure:
The Moon! Dancing Above My Shoulder, Behind The Bars
Entwined With Stars, Lost In Darkness: I Don't Find It Far
My Life Defined In Shards Of Shattered Moments Long Dead
When Attainting Insanity, A Buried Life's Hopeless Song Spread
However I Sang Effortlessly, Chest Deep, Full Of Breath
With Angels, Voice A Horde In One Accord, It Pulls My Chest
The Stoned Walls Are My Tomb & The Truth Is Ive Grown
In This Hell: Six-By-Six Cell Paded Walls Included: My Home
The Rabblings Of An Old Man Imprisoned By Social Wants
As I Stare Into The Depths With Zest, Giving Hopeful Taunts
Whats Insanity? You Dare Ask A Man With Half A Family?
Gasped In Flattery! Civil Servants Then Trashed & Damaged Me
Delay The Grade, Don't Judge Me: We Live In A Day & Age
Where Cold Fame Is Gained, Names Made But Change Is Played?
Guess Whoever You Are, You Want To Know About My Plight
So You Can Put Doubt To Flight, Look At Your Life & Count It Right?
You Act So Fucking Ugly...
Smug, You Judge Negatively If Its Deemed Different Or Odd
Mentors Drop! The Science Age: When Stupidity's Meant To Stop?
Yet We Exist In It - This Is Shit - People Glorify Dumb
Or Defy Clubs As A Singled Out Individual, Born Denied Love
You're Realized Scum! I See Ignorance At Upper Levels
Even As Legions Hide These Facts By Battling Other Devils
The Connection Is Dumb Fucks Where The Sky's The Limit
They Get Everything With A Cherry On Top, So Why The Gimic?
Oddly, People Are Zombies In The Body With The Grunts
As Schooling Falls, Stupidity Calls! Don't Think Its A Funk
Im No Christian But Listen: Religion Is Very Key Now
Because Before I Show You Insanity, Look At Me & See How
Regular Screams Sound Forced Out Of Any Mouth But Mine
This Could Take Awhile! Line Limit Doesn't Count, Fuck Time
Insanity & Religion Were Forever Linked Originally
This Shit Gets Thick! Take That Figuratively Or Literally
Demons Are Stories? Worry: That Thought Leaves Us Caught
Nowadays If It Deals With Shades, It Then Turns To Jesus Talk
Trifle Bible Bashers & Attackers Who Don't See A Link
In Each Culture Their Are Vultured Ghosts, You Need To Think
Bored For Minutes? Its Finished! You're Then Leaving
Betelguise Without Michael Keaton, Can't I Refer To Demons?
I See Them & As Fate Has It, We Can't Even Escape Habit
Strolling Within A Holding Straight Jacket & That Ain't Magic
Sides Guarded By Royal Rabble That Travel The Farscapes
Eating Dishes Of Scarred Fates & The Shrapnel In Tart Grapes
Holed Up In A Corner, Worn & Tortured Into This Apex
While Nude: Im Naked With Satan, Trying To Loose His Graces
If A Man Sees A Shadow, A Mad Foe Or A Mantel Of Black
They're Deemed A Dream Yet Evil Exists? There's No Handling That
Cuz Money Doesn't Corrupt Souls, Nor Does Enough Gold
Its The Voice In My Ear, The Boys That I Sheered, Cuts Show
& Whats Home? A Place Where You're Alone With Spirits
Or Bone With Dearest In Darkness, Oh God Knows I Fear It
The Nearest I Can Tell We're Falling, I See The Edge
Cuz We Attack Exact & Isolate Those Most Needing Friends
And Here I Lay...
In My Own Hollow Daze, In A Phase That Remains A Fact
In This Cell Of A Hole, Spelling A Toll, It Detains My Laugh
Echoing Off Soft Stone, Im Oft Lone In Freezing Rain
In Wisdom, In The Fetal Position Enjoying The Squeezing Pain
Disease Then Came In Storms, A Form Of Rotting My Skin
Epidermis Implores Me, A Demon Exploring & Knocking Within
Im Cattle Left To Battle In Darkness During Lights Out
From Any Perspective & From Any Direction They Might Pounce
Believe Im Screaming: Tempted To Only Flee The Demons
"They Look So Beautiful" I Think, Tears Gleam When Streaming
My Hulk: An Englowing Tree! The Vines Aligned With Stalks
Spine At Fault! Luck & Hope: Fuck You Both, Rewind The Talk
Listen Closely & Know Me: This Insanity Isn't Cruel
A Family Is Futile & I'd Be Damned To Be Less Truthful
Civilization Always Deems The Unknown Immoral & Evil
Society's Canvas Of Corruption Paints Us Horrible People
You're Born All Numb, See Society Breeds Formal Dumb
See Through Proof Into Truth & Realize Im The Normal One
Make Your Insane, Change Became The Villian In This Act
& As Days Go By, Flows Time, All Our Children're Missing Half
Growing Steadily Dumber, Into Heavenly Slumber We Go
We Had Sunlight For One Night, However Now Summer Sees No
I Bleed Yo, It Hurts Seeing & Not Believing This Shit
Im Screaming In Fits! Son Of Sam, Lets Leave Him To Shift
In His Grave, The State Saved Those They Call Worthy
But Under Rain Droplets All Are Caught Wet Cuz It Falls Purely
God Rains On The Just & Those With Lust In Abundance
Look On My Scars Real Hard, Stop The Farce Of A Stunned Glance
Locked Away, Its Not The Same Til Our Features Are Sand
In Prison, Unforgiven, Totally Insane Yet A Creature Of Man
You Made Me...
01-25-2007, 08:26 PM
01-26-2007, 06:20 PM
Good shit man. I really like the style you have used on these verses. Very interesting wording and subject matter. Good structure too. Keep it up.
01-26-2007, 06:27 PM
That was fucken ill. Tight shit indeed. I haven't seen anybody with your ability come through here in a while. This is a really tight piece. It flowed so smooth with the resounding rhyme scheme. I liked pretty much everything about this piece. It would sound ill in audio if you can rap. Keep bringing the illness.
BRASSKNUCKLED PAI MEI
01-26-2007, 07:11 PM
I like it!
We'll I guess since that came from one of the best mc's I know on text ty
01-29-2007, 02:57 PM
How about "Raw Art" Boar, an yo shit on this page is some of the best on the thread.
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