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Tecknowledgist
01-23-2008, 12:57 AM
I'll post my verses in here. Your feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Tecknowledgist
01-23-2008, 12:59 AM
The Archdemon

I'm the presence of malevolence in a human shell.
I was exiled from heaven, then exhumed from hell
For challenging the domes of subterranean forces.
I travelled to Rome on Transylvanian horses.
I stood quietly cloaked in a robe of shadows
In the graveyard behind the oldest chapel
Metaphors I spit, made the corpses lift
From their tombs to display their remorselessness
Winds devoured men when I held my pencil
Listen for their screams layered under instrumentals.
Strip life from a carcass; I writhe in the darkness.
The eyes of the heartless are wide as the skies that are starless.
And as they glance at the moon,
Man is consumed with the dances and chants of the doomed
I was spawned from dark semen.
Hearts bleed in the presence of The Archdemon.

J.T.S.
01-23-2008, 10:24 AM
Are you hollocaust? Just kidding but ya spits somewhat remind me of his.

J.T.S.
01-23-2008, 10:25 AM
Metaphors I spit, made the corpses lift
From their tombs to display their remorselessness
Winds devoured men when I held my pencil
Listen for their screams layered under instrumentals

Nice lines crazy imagery's ridiculous!

Tecknowledgist
01-23-2008, 12:08 PM
Metaphors I spit, made the corpses lift
From their tombs to display their remorselessness
Winds devoured men when I held my pencil
Listen for their screams layered under instrumentals

Nice lines crazy imagery's ridiculous!

Thanks man

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-23-2008, 01:00 PM
This is Tecknowledgist's alter-ego, The Archdemon, and this is his introduction

The Archdemon

I'm the presence of malevolence in a human shell.
Wasn't exiled from heaven, but exhumed from hell
For challenging the domes of subterranean forces.
I travelled to Rome on Transylvanian horses.
I stood quietly cloaked in a robe of shadows
In the graveyard behind the oldest chapel
Metaphors I spit, made the corpses lift
From their tombs to display their remorselessness
Winds devoured men when I held my pencil
Listen for their screams layered under instrumentals.
Strip life from a carcass; I writhe in the darkness.
The eyes of the heartless are wide as the skies that are starless.
And as they glance at the moon,
Man is consumed with the dances and chants of the doomed
I was spawned from dark semen.
Hearts bleed in the presence of The Archdemon.

nice verse son you have allot of depth

Tecknowledgist
01-24-2008, 01:13 PM
nice verse son you have allot of depth

Thanks bro

Tecknowledgist
01-24-2008, 01:14 PM
Forest of the Damned

An emcee with a gift, I creep through the mist.
If you speak with a lisp, you will cease to exist.
My tongue spits spears from my lungs and you fear
That they'll puncture your ears. You stumble in tears
To your final destination, your final resting place in
The Forest of the Damned as a mindless mental patient.
Feathers fall from my back, and burn to ashes
A blood red path is the only night passage
Through the dark forest with a chilling cold breeze
Where the wolves can't match the howls of old trees.
Death lingers with the stench of stale corpses.
Crows pick apart the bones of pale horses.
Time stands still in the endless night
The sky is pitch black with no moon in sight.
As you scream to the heavens with your greatest yell
Bony hands from below pull you straight to hell.

Sleep Sinatra
01-24-2008, 07:33 PM
I'm not feelin' this one too much...I might edit it later


Forest of the Damned

An emcee with a gift, I creep through the mist.
If you speak with a lisp, you will cease to exist.
My tongue spits spears from my lungs and you fear
That they'll puncture your ears. You stumble in tears
To your final destination, your final resting place in
The Forest of the Damned as a mindless mental patient.
Feathers fall from my back, and burn to ashes
A blood red path is the only night passage
Through the dark forest with a chilling cold breeze
Where the wolves can't match the howls of old trees.
Death lingers with the stench of stale corpses.
Crows pick apart the bones of pale horses.
Time stands still in the endless night
The sky is pitch black with no moon in sight.
As you scream to the heavens with your greatest yell
Bony hands from below pull you straight to hell.

with the right beat this could b an ill ass song, ur way of writing reminds me of jus allah if u used more multi's u do audio as well??

Tecknowledgist
01-24-2008, 08:23 PM
with the right beat this could b an ill ass song, ur way of writing reminds me of jus allah if u used more multi's u do audio as well??

Good eye, early Jus Allah is a huge inspiration.

I don't do audio, but I'd like to

Sleep Sinatra
01-24-2008, 09:43 PM
word, same here wish he'd revert back sometimes, yo check out my myspace page(in the link) and lemme kno what u think, if u could find a way i'd love 2 collab we use the same imagery,concepts etc. ....get at me dunny

Tecknowledgist
01-28-2008, 04:42 PM
Darken Your Life

Golden leaves in the winds, the moon at its zenith.
My everlasting youth is renewed like the Phoenix.
Mock the cathedral. My evil cerebral
Is dark as the raven on top of the steeple.
I sit on my throne amidst the unknown
Perfiduous poems are prone to split bones.
I walk with a writhe; I talk with a scythe.
Harken its cries as it darkens the skies.

bad boy T
01-31-2008, 06:49 AM
The Archdemon

I'm the presence of malevolence in a human shell.
Wasn't exiled from heaven, but exhumed from hell
For challenging the domes of subterranean forces.
I travelled to Rome on Transylvanian horses.
I stood quietly cloaked in a robe of shadows
In the graveyard behind the oldest chapel
Metaphors I spit, made the corpses lift
From their tombs to display their remorselessness
Winds devoured men when I held my pencil
Listen for their screams layered under instrumentals.
Strip life from a carcass; I writhe in the darkness.
The eyes of the heartless are wide as the skies that are starless.
And as they glance at the moon,
Man is consumed with the dances and chants of the doomed
I was spawned from dark semen.
Hearts bleed in the presence of The Archdemon.

Wow son you got some nice wordplay and heart stopping metaphores

andy_gza
02-11-2008, 06:27 PM
liked the first one a lot dude

Tecknowledgist
02-11-2008, 06:52 PM
liked the first one a lot dude

Thanks man

Tecknowledgist
03-29-2008, 11:02 PM
Literary Alchemy

I'm a masterful MC, a mental monstrosity,
An artist who strives to condemn mediocrity.
Organized religion bothered me.
I chose to disassociate myself from its blatant hypocrisy.
Bitter men defend it. Their ignorance is endless.
Their limitless projections of innocence is questioned
With intimate pretentiousness...call it blasphemy.
I call it reality, logical rationality.
Literary alchemy, my ink is a mixture
Of cyanide and blood of the ignorant listener.
Held in a half-skull, absorbed in my feathered quill
The mortality rate is the only way I measure skill.
Inhuman rage is displayed on my pages.
Commercial artists win the hearts of the brainless.
Meanwhile, I spark with the brains of the heartless.
We march in the swamps and the quagmiry marshes.

Sleep Sinatra
03-30-2008, 10:18 PM
ill shit...u found a way 2 record yet?

Tecknowledgist
06-08-2008, 01:24 PM
Stars to Infinity

From the stars to infinity, I muster up energy
And transfer it immediately into my soliloquys
Until I see the horizon. With it, the terror.
Two fish caught and gutted by the water-bearer.
It's another era. As the sun turns to darkness,
The moon turns to blood darker than Charon's waters.
I spit cyclones with a ten mile radius
Archdemon slayin' kids like the Son of Peleus
Until they see the flames in the eyes of St. Peter.
Fuck rhymes; I'll write verses in Homeric hexameter.
Compose epitaphs, recite 'em like lines of poetry
To open graves and smell the dead stench like potpourri.
Propel verbal shrapnel that'll leave your wrists slit.
I'll feed you seven razors and laugh when you shit.
Divine rhymes shine and blow back your mind
'Til your cranium touches the lower portion of your spine.

BornPower
06-08-2008, 02:14 PM
The Archdemon

I'm the presence of malevolence in a human shell.
Wasn't exiled from heaven, but exhumed from hell
For challenging the domes of subterranean forces.
I travelled to Rome on Transylvanian horses.
I stood quietly cloaked in a robe of shadows
In the graveyard behind the oldest chapel
Metaphors I spit, made the corpses lift
From their tombs to display their remorselessness
Winds devoured men when I held my pencil
Listen for their screams layered under instrumentals.
Strip life from a carcass; I writhe in the darkness.
The eyes of the heartless are wide as the skies that are starless.
And as they glance at the moon,
Man is consumed with the dances and chants of the doomed
I was spawned from dark semen.
Hearts bleed in the presence of The Archdemon.

Literary Alchemy

I'm a masterful MC, a mental monstrosity,
An artist who strives to condemn mediocrity.
Organized religion bothered me.
I chose to disassociate myself from its blatant hypocrisy.
Bitter men defend it. Their ignorance is endless.
Their limitless projections of innocence is questioned
With intimate pretentiousness...call it blasphemy.
I call it reality, logical rationality.
Literary alchemy, my ink is a mixture
Of cyanide and blood of the ignorant listener.
Held in a half-skull, absorbed in my feathered quill
The mortality rate is the only way I measure skill.
Inhuman rage is displayed on my pages.
Commercial artists win the hearts of the brainless.
Meanwhile, I spark with the brains of the heartless.
We march in the swamps and the quagmiry marshes.


Stars to Infinity

From the stars to infinity, I muster up energy
And transfer it immediately into my soliloquys
Until I see the horizon. With it, the terror.
Two fish caught and gutted by the water-bearer.
It's another era. As the sun turns to darkness,
The moon turns to blood darker than Charon's waters.
I spit cyclones with a ten mile radius
Archdemon slayin' kids like the Son of Peleus
Until they see the flames in the eyes of St. Peter.
Fuck rhymes; I'll write verses in Homeric hexameter.
Compose epitaphs, recite 'em like lines of poetry
To open graves and smell the dead stench like potpourri.
Propel verbal shrapnel that'll leave your wrists slit.
I'll feed you seven razors and laugh when you shit.
Divine rhymes shine and blow back your mind
'Til your cranium touches the lower portion of your spine.


this is some serious shit sun. I'm really diggin it

Guarded By Martyrs
06-08-2008, 04:25 PM
The Archdemon

I'm the presence of malevolence in a human shell.
Wasn't exiled from heaven, but exhumed from hell
For challenging the domes of subterranean forces
I travelled to Rome on Transylvanian horses.
I stood quietly cloaked in a robe of shadows
In the graveyard behind the oldest chapel
Metaphors I spit, made the corpses lift
From their tombs to display their remorselessness
Winds devoured men when I held my pencil
Listen for their screams layered under instrumentals.
Strip life from a carcass; I writhe in the darkness.
The eyes of the heartless are wide as the skies that are starless.
And as they glance at the moon,
Man is consumed with the dances and chants of the doomed
I was spawned from dark semen.
Hearts bleed in the presence of The Archdemon.

Literary Alchemy

I'm a masterful MC, a mental monstrosity,
An artist who strives to condemn mediocrity.
Organized religion bothered me.
I chose to disassociate myself from its blatant hypocrisy.
Bitter men defend it. Their ignorance is endless.
Their limitless projections of innocence is questioned
With intimate pretentiousness...call it blasphemy.
I call it reality, logical rationality.
Literary alchemy, my ink is a mixture
Of cyanide and blood of the ignorant listener.
Held in a half-skull, absorbed in my feathered quill
The mortality rate is the only way I measure skill.
Inhuman rage is displayed on my pages.
Commercial artists win the hearts of the brainless.
Meanwhile, I spark with the brains of the heartless.
We march in the swamps and the quagmiry marshes.

Nice Tek...
I like your style a lot...
You can tell you are a big Canibus fan.
Right up my street.

PEACE

Tecknowledgist
06-11-2008, 09:12 PM
decided to switch it up a little (lot) with this one

Forever Yours

She said that she loved me; she promised me forever.
For better or for worse, we were meant to be together.
I just read that letter, the first one she sent me.
It tempts me to call her up and ask her why she left me.
So sick of pretending that everything was perfect.
It hurt when I realized it just wasn't working
When love turned to bitterness, the pain seemed infinite.
I cried while she smiled with a harsh indifference.
Was I inconsiderate? I tried my best.
My best wasn't good enough, I confess.
Inside my chest, my heart's wide open
How can the blood flow with a pump so broken?
Time stands frozen, as does the pain
I'm writing this under an appreciable strain
Since by tonight I shall be no more.
Always and forever yours -- *gunshot*

Tecknowledgist
07-23-2008, 01:30 PM
Buck 50 (from the 'Diss 50 Cent' thread hahaha)

I'm known to wreak Havoc on a so-called Prodigy
I'm 50 Cents away from a Lloyd Banks robbery
I don't care if I'm Young, Buck you in the face fast
With your nose in the yayo, Yayo's nose up your ass
So far, he can smell the food on your Paper Plate
You've got Jam Master Jay rollin' over in his grave
I'm Just A Lil' Bit, Outta Control, when I'm rockin this
Got Justin Timberlake yellin' 'Ayo Tecknowledgist'
Don't Body Yourself, Before You Self Destruct
Turn on your Killa Cam and tape this raw uncut
Instead of tapin' Buck. I'm a Genius in the Game.
This 16 be the 10th shot in your frame
I don't Get Money, but I'm known to get sick
Be careful what you wish, you'll Die Getting Rich
You grew up hard sellin' crack in the streets
All you got for Christmas was your two front teeth

Tecknowledgist
07-23-2008, 01:32 PM
---Section 9 Verses---

Project: Section 9

From inside of the womb 'til the time of my doom
When I lie in a tomb in the light of the moon,
No motives, no ambition. My only mission
Is to move the crowd and I ain't talkin' 'bout position.
...When the moon is full, I grab human skulls
Filled with fluid, pull 'til my doom is nulled
Vampiric, nine unholy spirits
Who rose as mystics with scrolls of lyrics
Behold the scriptures as the torch is lit
Swords gore your wrists 'til you're forced to quit
Archdemon, I walk with the heathens and cretins
I left God bleedin' in the Garden of Eden
Flames in the eyes of the shameless and wise
Unsheathe our blades as blood rains from the skies.

Deadly Melody

You get torn from a distance with swords in an instance
The horsemen have entered with horns and a vengeance
To storm Mount Olympus, sprayin' the tecks.
They aimed at your chest; it's aimless if you're aimin' to test
Angels of Death, feedin' on your danglin' flesh
Manglin' Michael until his Halo strangles his neck
Creatin' a mess, of blood, feathers, halos and heads
Satan's impressed. Don't matter 'cause we're slayin' him next
So pay your respects, or shots hit you ankles to chest
Section 9 motherfuckers, not a name to forget.

Section 9 Chamber

I sleep with open eyes. I'm tellin you to keep an open mind
Or ropes and knives will open it for you, and hang an open sign
Across your broken spine, leave you immobilized. It's no surprise.
All hopes will die as Noah's cries are silenced by a throat of ice.
It's so divine. The rhymes I wrote have told the wise that lightning bolts
Will hold the liars by their throats and throw their wives inside the moat.
I spoke a line and hymens broke. If Moses lied then Isaac's hopes
Were oversized inside his soul, benign to know that lies were told.
So hide your scrolls as those that died arise to show the chosen tribes
The molten skies will shine and glow like Midas holding golden scythes.
The tide that flows has frozen time. Your sole demise is bonafied.
I hold the highest title: poltergeist who's holding stolen eyes.

Tecknowledgist
11-22-2008, 12:15 AM
Shades of Grey

This is a gift, everytime I write I feel blessed
I see butterflies flutter by the mic when I spit
I look around the booth and see flowers bloom from the floors
Sun shining down on the mixing boards
Children run by laughing, the happiest look
The trees drop leaflets, landing on my booklets
I brush them off gently, continue with my craft
Can't help but smile when I finish the rough draft
I think about the world, and I let out a laugh
When I close my book, it goes away so fast
My eyes sweep my surroundings, in amazement
Where the flowers once bloomed is replaced with cracked pavement
Butterflies are replaced with beetles on brick walls
The sun is hidden behind clouds, as rain falls
The children wipe raindrops from their cheeks
Along with tears; suddenly, life seems so bleak
A vibrant world filled with color has gone away
It dissipates to a street filled with shades of gray
My troubles are covered by the ink in my pen.
When I run out of ink, what will i do then?
These words I write alone make life endurable
When these letters connect, ugliness seems beautiful
When I die, I'll look back and wonder where the days went
Until then, I marvel at the rose that blooms from the crack in the pavement.

Tecknowledgist
11-22-2008, 12:19 AM
One Breath

I have arrived, let the rivers flow with blood
I don't hold spite and I can't hold a grudge
I've got my hands full with an axe and a head
I feel the breath of the dead on the back of my neck
And with that being said, I can never look back
To the past so I walk with a bloodsoaked flask
To the garden of the dead. I reap what I sow
I bury the head and leave a seed for the crows
My feet never go where my heart suggests
They creep on the road to where darkness sets
The full moon will guide me; the Sun is my enemy
I stray not where light is seen, that would be the death of me
A day to me is a century. I lust for flesh
I must confess I'm the spawn of Dusk and Death
When I was spawned, I ripped my heart from my chest
I'll take your life in one fucking breath.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-22-2008, 03:02 AM
Shades of Grey

This is a gift, everytime I write I feel blessed
I see butterflies flutter by the mic when I spit
I look around the booth and see flowers bloom from the floors
Sun shining down on the mixing boards
Children run by laughing, the happiest look
The trees drop leaflets, landing on my booklets
I brush them off gently, continue with my craft
Can't help but smile when I finish the rough draft
I think about the world, and I let out a laugh
When I close my book, it goes away so fast
My eyes sweep my surroundings, in amazement
Where the flowers once bloomed is replaced with cracked pavement
Butterflies are replaced with beetles on brick walls
The sun is hidden behind clouds, as rain falls
The children wipe raindrops from their cheeks
Along with tears; suddenly, life seems so bleak
A vibrant world filled with color has gone away
It dissipates to a street filled with shades of gray
My troubles are covered by the ink in my pen.
When I run out of ink, what will i do then?
These words I write alone make life endurable
When these letters connect, ugliness seems beautiful
When I die, I'll look back and wonder where the days went
Until then, I marvel at the rose that blooms from the crack in the pavement.

this wasn't just lyricism this was poeticism at it's best nice word play all around

Ritter
11-22-2008, 03:48 AM
This is what rhyming should look like.

Prince Rai
11-22-2008, 07:07 AM
lol that was serious ryming. you really buffed those lines making epic verses..

peace

J.T.S.
11-24-2008, 09:31 AM
Stars to Infinity

From the stars to infinity, I muster up energy
And transfer it immediately into my soliloquys
Until I see the horizon. With it, the terror.
Two fish caught and gutted by the water-bearer.
It's another era. As the sun turns to darkness,
The moon turns to blood darker than Charon's waters.
I spit cyclones with a ten mile radius
Archdemon slayin' kids like the Son of Peleus
Until they see the flames in the eyes of St. Peter.
Fuck rhymes; I'll write verses in Homeric hexameter.
Compose epitaphs, recite 'em like lines of poetry
To open graves and smell the dead stench like potpourri.
Propel verbal shrapnel that'll leave your wrists slit.
I'll feed you seven razors and laugh when you shit.
Divine rhymes shine and blow back your mind
'Til your cranium touches the lower portion of your spine.

whew sorry for sleeping

THE MASON
11-24-2008, 09:59 AM
Stars to infinity and Literary Alchemy were insane

all nice joints, forever yours was dope too, it showed that your versitility

Propz

Tecknowledgist
03-20-2009, 09:59 PM
(verse from Monarchs To The Kingdom Of The Dead)

My wings are darkened by the sins of those who walk the narrow path
The heralds laughed until my verses burned the Plains of Arafat
I wrote my name across the Shroud of Turin with a vial of urine
Sounds disturbing but I felt the urge to fuckin drown the vermin
With the Blade of Heaven's Bane, I left a thousand reverends maimed
Impaled them on their steeples so their blood would rouse an endless rain
I'll cast the Sovereign Architect into a world of woe and sorrow.
The soul is mortal. If I wished it, there'd be no tomorrow.
I'm drowning in a sea of hatred. I'll defeat the sacred
When they read the pages of my book that I've concealed for ages.
Through the darkest nights, a spark of light will feed the flame
And when the stars align, I'll part the skies commencing evil's reign.
I don't write rhymes; I paint frescos on cathedrals
That haunt the feeble, turning saints into demonic people.
The violence spawns a syringe in the Messiah's arm.
Fear is pumped into his veins and veils the light of Zion's dawn.

(verse from Worst Case Scenario)

The sound of a fool makes me pop a vein, leave their fathers slain,
Leave their daughters maimed, in the forest under autumn rains.
I will not refrain from leaving their petty God in flames.
Make their sons flee the country like Malcolm and Donalbain.
Question my motives, and Death will answer with necromancers
Holding heads and lanterns gathered in a hidden western cavern.
Tortured on a leather canvas, you hear their evil lyrics.
Once your life is gone they keep torturing your feeble spirit
Every wack emcee should fear it, no chance for ressurection
Demonic intervention, try to fuckin test the Section.

(verse from Terracotta Army)

I don't give a fuck, so it's hard for me to get enthused
Measure my head for the crown or measure my neck for the noose.
Usually I won't speak unless I need to, but the thing is dudes
Is tryna build, lookin like Bob the Builder with tinker tools
You don't want none of this: call me African Water
Smackin the Father, Tecknowledgist put the laughter in slaughter
You're only underground cause you live in your mom's basement
Cat got your tongue? Only pussy its ever tasted
You all fear the Sun, leave your spirit shunned, you need
Better lyrics son. Only victory you won was a Pyrrhic one
Fill your veins with insulin til you dip into a coma
Y'all ain't makin no moves like you inflicted with catatonia

Tecknowledgist
03-20-2009, 10:00 PM
The Worst Curse

Let's go, you and I, do or die. Fuck with me?
Certified suicide. You could never do what I
Do and I, do it fly...Step to the side.
Fists fly too quick for the vision of the human eye.
That all you GOT pussy? Do NOT push me.
Come to rob me and you'll end up givin your glock to me.
...Envision the Earth spinnin' with fission, the dirt's liftin'.
The words written instillin' the worst curse.
Flippin' absurd writtens and spittin' superb. Listen,
I'm rippin' a verse ridden with bursts of livid visions.
My first mission, was to spit it with a passion
I saw the mic, gripped the shit and ripped it into fractions
Givin' military tacticians legendary ass-whippins.
You'll be backflippin' when the gat's pissin'
Fast-whizzin' shots at your knot; and it's over.
I chase shots of rum with the venom from a cobra.

Guarded By Martyrs
04-15-2009, 08:58 PM
The Worst Curse

Let's go, you and I, do or die. Fuck with me?
Certified suicide. You could never do what I
Do and I, do it fly...Step to the side.
Fists fly too quick for the vision of the human eye.
That all you GOT pussy? Do NOT push me.
Come to rob me and you'll end up givin your glock to me.
...Envision the Earth spinnin' with fission, the dirt's liftin'.
The words written instillin' the worst curse.
Flippin' absurd writtens and spittin' superb. Listen,
I'm rippin' a verse ridden with bursts of livid visions.
My first mission, was to spit it with a passion
I saw the mic, gripped the shit and ripped it into fractions
Givin' military tacticians legendary ass-whippins.
You'll be backflippin' when the gat's pissin'
Fast-whizzin' shots at your knot; and it's over.
I chase shots of rum with the venom from a cobra.

Incredible.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-15-2009, 09:16 PM
dopeness, pure dopeness tek love it

Tecknowledgist
04-15-2009, 09:24 PM
random bump haha but thanks y'all

iLLogik
04-16-2009, 02:44 AM
(verse from Terracotta Army)

I don't give a fuck, so it's hard for me to get enthused
Measure my head for the crown or measure my neck for the noose.
Usually I won't speak unless I need to, but the thing is dudes
Is tryna build, lookin like Bob the Builder with tinker tools
You don't want none of this: call me African Water
Smackin the Father, Tecknowledgist put the laughter in slaughter
You're only underground cause you live in your mom's basement
Cat got your tongue? Only pussy its ever tasted
You all fear the Sun, leave your spirit shunned, you need
Better lyrics son. Only victory you won was a Pyrrhic one
Fill your veins with insulin til you dip into a coma
Y'all ain't makin no moves like you inflicted with catatonia


brilliant.