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Ronin
10-25-2007, 06:23 PM
been a fucking while

thought id drop some shit here like the old fucking days, goin on 5 years now man

whats good old heads?

kangaroo court (for the english heads to relate to, unfinished too)


world wide waitin for the hammer to strike
the biased judges hands cast the fire tonight
oiled and slicken with the orders to fight
and command a reigime to send fire to plight
bombing nations, tell me wheres their god now?
they prayed tonight just to die in bomb-towns
democracy? its a kangaroo court
above the law, they live for you to die by the sword
lies from jaws, to squeez tax through our pours
for wars and the chancellors porsche of course
take resource by force and ruibuild the nation
let the greiving wail as their prone, enslave them
de-sensitised, no one cares even though they realise
cus we busy moaning at the minimum wages
minimal rise and criminals rights
in the daily mail an times
and if your proud to be british, your a racist
is st georges day even remembered or celebrated?
you cant erase the empire or the mess it created
by forgetting our culture and promotin other places


untitled (wrote a while back)

this is the age of aquarious, the birth of life
holdin the power like nefarius when burnin mics
struggling to hide all the pain an fight
untill the demon inside metamorphosised
aggy as fuck at the man in sight
my reflection a digression from my heart inside
led to plight from the womb by a guiding light
so bright, without it the world u'll die
strife for the seeds who inherit the genes
but i keep in stride so i can multiply
from post war dreams after smashin the scene
to start off where the vultures left my soul to die
i feel the pain of a metropolis on the verge of apocalypse
trapped inside and shiethed in a sarcophagus
fuck the politics mockin us, this monotonous
bollocks is like livin life in a covinant

call me icarus, with the wings of a novice
whose fall from grace was worse than catastrophic
he built himself up a higher wage and profit
till he died, suicide from the stress in office
its the same we change for coins and notes
till father time draws the blade from across your throat
in the grand scheme of things its a task to cope
cus on the down lo though, theres no antidote
i dont live life on the edge, id rather dream instead
about fields i blessed where the wheat is fresh
and my family grow without fears and debt
a city life is too hectic
a change cant come unless u let it
or switch contanants and pray that your accepted
we lack direction unless pays on next shit
played slick, on this governments slave ship

Mattlocka
10-25-2007, 06:28 PM
Nice with it keep it coming

noel411
10-26-2007, 06:54 AM
Ronin ownin'. Nice to see you dropping some flows in here again. I've always liked your shit. This was all typical Ronin. Fresh political vibes, nawmean? I can't tell you how upset I was to you pasty faced cunts go down in the rugby final though.

Ronin
10-26-2007, 08:26 AM
lol, not very im guessing

BlaK FuRYaN
11-03-2007, 11:04 AM
Ronin...I jus clicked your a brommy...the first verse was big...aint you put a mix cd out yet?

Ronin
11-05-2007, 07:51 PM
nah nothing still, an ex member from here said some promising things for the future though

how u doin anyway?

J.T.S.
11-06-2007, 03:49 PM
Wow still on top of ya game unleashing those flames!

BlaK FuRYaN
11-11-2007, 01:23 PM
nah nothing still, an ex member from here said some promising things for the future though

how u doin anyway?


Chillin like villain...about to throw a verse up...

martyr
11-11-2007, 06:12 PM
chea... rep for the vets... like the first untitled one alot... i think i've read this already, maybe, no? ...

Ronin
11-12-2007, 07:30 PM
FOXDIE!!!

nah man first time here, maybe u saw on canibus central?

heres something else im working on called 'valley of the crows'

its more poetry than anything, just bleak imagery and shit

i walk in the valley of the crows
where the vines all grow and the scent of death
overpowers the nose
and the rivers all flow where i drown in my prose
i cant take the yellow brick road home
roam the land like a loner
the recluse hooded up jus for the closure
livin in the shadows, wary of the light
warming by the fire, in the gallows for the fight tonight
wrestling my conscience, shrouded by the mystery
the dark or the light, which is the side of divinity?
woe is me the fickle dream of affinity
a thorn in the side but no rose for the symetry
my blood trickles, as deaths sickle cuts incision me
his riddles haunt, chained to a screen for the synergy
for infinity, im chased by rain and dark skies
a marked life as we remain in an apartheid

noel411
11-21-2007, 03:08 AM
I enjoyed that poem, God. Some thoughtful shit. Nice imagery. Keep chewin' that pork, fam.

Ronin
11-26-2007, 08:57 PM
i walk in the valley of the crows
where the vines all grow and the scent of death
overpowers the nose
and the rivers all flow where i drown in my prose
i cant take the yellow brick road home
roam the land like a loner
the recluse hooded up jus for the closure
livin in the shadows, wary of the light
warming by the fire, in the gallows for the fight tonight
wrestling my conscience, shrouded by the mystery
the dark or the light, which is the side of divinity?
woe is me the fickle dream of affinity
a thorn in the side but no rose for the symetry
my blood trickles, as deaths sickle cuts incision me
his riddles haunt, chained to a screen for the synergy
for infinity, chased by rain and dark skies
laugh at highs as we remain in an apartheid
a far cry from where man would start life
tonight, as steel splits sides and hearts die
bathe in the fire with the devil tonight
sacrificed on the spire for ignoring the light...

finished the verse.....:W

KERZO
11-30-2007, 12:33 PM
i can only read the second half of your verse ronin cos the blue part makes my eyes hurt and lose focus...lmao

but good rhymes none the less