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02-16-2007, 10:05 PM
EDIT: I know the subject changes near the middle, but I can never think straight.

my raps on paper be looking symmetrical
haters only ride my cock cause its indispensable
schizophrenic and still polarizing clicks
besides your rapping ain't even an F on ink
more like an incomplete son
rob an kill with the same sword I'm Attila The Hun
I just try an elevate through diversity
same time make peace with all of my adversary's
nothing new can surprise me I'm from the future
the past the present and the womb of a mother
better start motoring that clump of dirt in your head
the devils on the move trying to break bread
during Bruce Lee's era people said my skin was yellow
I'm not cruel or unusual quite the regular fellow
smoked just feel happy get out of that terrible mood
walking around school eating hard earned payed for food
not giving a damn spitting out the pills
just to be sorta ill with a quiet demeanor for the thrill
sitting back in the classroom thinking without action
an if I wanted to be labeled I'd put on the caption

02-16-2007, 10:11 PM
come down with schizophreniah not long ago but never mind that
nice shit you might be a good battler.

02-20-2007, 05:25 PM
smoking weed because I needed a confidence booster
never spoke the truth, became a hypocrite and a loser
was a quiet kid all throughout myself even in my head
a life of pain and sadness, feelings softer then bread
thought I was hardcore until I looked at the reflections
got a vice for dead presidents sabotaging the elections
don't bother with the middleman I'm at the bottom
thought I was ready for death until I heard the war drums
mentally I'm as big as an elephant, but life and deaths the mice
never heated enough to grab the heat, my breaths cold as ice

02-21-2007, 08:19 PM
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02-23-2007, 01:22 AM
this is probably garbage, what I'm gonna type up, but I'm tired as fuck and can't fall asleep. and hopefully practice makes better.

this kid writing ran off to Hell cause the worlds flat
afraid of the tribulation of Heaven cause I saw alot
stereotyping wishing violence some day will stop
poison in my mind comes as frequently as the rain drops
killing my hope to reach Jesus with every step I make
depressions a murderer, to me just the icing on the cake
floatin' between life an death, skating infinitely on thin ice
the insecurities I gots been my only vice, needing advice
my reflections began growing ripples since an early age
as the compliments began to hit me I only saw an ugly face
might as well stab my belly and act out the grim reaper
reality hit me before my age did, slipped as a dreamer
as I grew and moved on to another state of mind
continued to clutch to the past looking for love I'd call mine
but ain't coming from the heart, the surroundings grayish
some days I would just drown in my blanket
lay in my bed day dreaming about all the things I should of done
nothing in the airs pleasant, should of just popped my lungs
everybody's telling me I need a reality check
its all about how many zeros you can't count on the check
greedily grabbed the liquor, for a pleasing sensation
never took the medicine cause the easing temptation
smoking weed with family, toting a new personality
but belonged in a psych evaluation cause a few uneven quality's

02-23-2007, 01:41 AM
Wasn't feeling the first half of the first verse. The second half was better though. The second verse you posted was pretty good. And the last verse you posted was good stuff. I can relate to a lot of what you're saying. Some of this stuff is good, thoughtful poetry. Well worth the read in the case of the last verse, and the other 2 have their moments too. Keep at it.

02-24-2007, 12:22 PM
for fun. I wanna see if a former suburban kid now rural kid can talk about killing and stuff...probably suck balls though

roll down the block window down in a stolen vehicle
push meth like grocery carts sparking miracles
pedestrians walk all alone like they packing heat
not the dance floor, kids breaking clapping at they feet
murder my friends and rob my enemies of they riches
kids claim they hard toting guns but wired like stitches
never met my blood family so I ran like the mob

I'm gonna stop now with the experiment


my crew stay chopping wood like we in the woodlands
cruising down ya boulevard while you soiling ya pants
like Robocop, don't mess with my metal, lose lose situation
treating ya boo boo's while my mental bruises ya condition
the general disrespects ya ass in the battle like a Rainman
you claim you hot, you drinking the bubbly after shakin soda cans
crews glue tight like elmers washables, yours ran an deserted
my punches ain't playing, the verbalism hurts kids
blow for blow I stay awake like I'm on a coffee brake
punching myself in a straight jacket, easily insane

Thought as I fast as I could typing up shit. But I have a very short train of thought.

02-25-2007, 09:48 PM
Is this gangsta rap?

I've never experienced hardcore shit my entire life of living in New York (Long Island). Just want to to know if what I'm about to freestyle/keystyle is hardcore, or whatever. I can hardly identify this stuff when its on the radio.

murder your whole crew with one pillow on they faces
sit back relax, hand on the cup with you tyeing my laces
haters, fakers, and psychos come to play with my army
the great Leonardo da Vince couldn't portray what I see
puffing smoke against ya house, timber! motherfucker
fuck with me on the prowl? I'd eat you like Hannibal Lector
loaded your body with enough heat to create dew
just remember guppy, its a bitch who made you

make fun of as much as you'd like too

I'm out.

02-26-2007, 03:29 AM
I much prefer the personal stuff you wrote. There's nothing wrong with writing some gangsta type shit for a bit of fun, but personally it's not gonna hold my attention when reading it.

02-27-2007, 11:26 PM
I had no idea you're from Australia, just read under your name


sometimes it seems like living to me is just a dream
life's Hell and karma's a bitch, all part of God's scheme
verbalism hits the con artists harder then vice versa
didn't steal and the Devil tried to entice me to murder
Hell's labors my reflection on the rippled water working for free
my own limitations take the word crippled further to me
insecurities began in 2nd grade to do with self image
walking through life at a slow pace and realities hitting
I know others suffer more but its so hard not to express
finally glued together the mirror and only saw a mess

02-28-2007, 07:15 PM
trying to raise my battle shit. just quick shit

mugging cats on their own street cause the king arrived
you can talk about your bling, bling you won't survive
freezing cats easily without hesitation I'm the winter
tension building, got an invitation from the winner
you a lame left in pieces, the psycho aims and squeezes
after your cream, the reason you had fame for just fifteen
the dons got a few words for you, up your arsenal
your soul ain't matter because I done bucked particles
you can dodge my bullets, keep it moving gravy dude
just fire back like retarded arsonists aiming at you

Bigot Hitman
02-28-2007, 07:24 PM
^ gotta fix a couple lines like the closer, but u stepped up alittle on this little verse, 7/10