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Ritter
06-09-2008, 04:09 AM
http://www.logictimes.com/Asylum/Images/Asylum%20Banner%203.JPG

Step through the rusted gate into the asylum
The most trusted fate is filled with masala
The mental pulses barely exist
Crooked eyes barely see through the mist
Thousands of geinuses cutting their wrists
All for fall,fallen ideas in an endless list
Walls with cracks and tracks of blood
What is water? We wash our hands with mud
Death casualties happen here hour-based
And the medicine is always 10 hours late
People shaking, can't hold a spoon so they starve
I survived there,now I'm coming back like Favre
When I escaped, ice was falling from the sky
The rows of people outside waiting to apply
The doctors claim to know,but they want you to die
Their treatment cold as snow,injecting fear in your eye
No windows on the walls,absolutely no light
Can't take it anymore, so I say 'I leave tonight'
If anyone is in my way, I CHOKE THEM DEAD
IMAGES OF BLOOD RUSHING THROUGH MY HEAD
I STABBED THE NURSE,AND HER WHOLE BODY BLED
TOOK HER LEG,AND PAINTED THE WALLS RED
Everyone from the staff has ran off and fled
Security chained me to the bed,and gave me some med
I spit it in his face and take his knife
3 seconds later,I TAKE HIS FUCKING LIFE
I RUN I BREAK DOWN THE DOOR
FLINGING MY KNIFE KNOCKIN EVERYBODY TO THE FLOOR
BLOODY SLAUGHTER IS WHAT THEY SAID IN THE NEWS
'There's a ticking bomb out there,that can't be defused'
My killing spree continues to this very day
In my play, there is no apex of sun's way...

Ritter
06-09-2008, 04:44 AM
http://artruch.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/jacktheripper5.jpg

The blue solar hovering above my head
I should run away,yet I stalk instead
Belgrade,2029, a stranded back-alley
Junk in the back,from the political rally
I walk outside to gaze at the blue solar
I'm 26 years old,but I feel older
Hunch in my back, and a munch in my lap
A dead bird, and a sick rat,how's that?
I'm not sick,yet I fell my heart-rate line is flat
I don't give a crap, I take from the floor a dirty old hat
Now I really look like Jack the Ripper
I find a raped girl in the alley, and I strip her
Burn her body and eat the meat for dinner
I visit the graveyard in search for my mothers tomb
It's been a while since I came out of her womb
The tombstone is dusty,and the metal letters are rusty
I take a handful of leaves and start dusting
I see her name pale 'R.I.P. Sonja' (pronounced Sonia)
So I kiss the grave and go wandering around the boneyard
I take a a couple of bones and build an instrument
Form compositions that are intricate
Hence,the elements are tense,and the lens
Is crooked,and everything is blue
There's only a couple of days till my life is through
So I gaze upwards,upon the light of the day
I gaze upwards,upon the Apex of Sun's Way

Ritter
06-09-2008, 10:57 AM
http://www.ericconklin.com/images/holmes.jpg

As I grab the syringe from my drawer
Sit back in the armchair,cocaine galore
What more can a man ask for
As I hear the opening of the back door
I toss the syringe down on the floor
Dr Watson says this like the 100 times before
'Cocaine again, Holmes?'
'Oh hush it Watson it's for my bones'
We go back to work after a few exchanged glares
I go to sleep and go back to my nightmares
I was walking down the crime scene,high
Someone paying the king a coin to turn a blind eye
I was confused, I saw vinegar flies
They were hovering over the lifeless body
Which means that the victim was a cook
The stabs were in the rib,which means the killer was a crook
Unprofessional killing means his hand was shook
A petty thief, who could it be?
Could it be anyone of the Phoenix Tree?
A group of bastards and lowlifes
Leaving nobles with no life,no wife
No money, take their jewelry
Suddenly everything started shaking and was getting blurry
Watson was waking me, I must have been dreaming
That was some case, it would make a fine reading
Another addition in the fine psalmbook
In Sherlock Holmes' Notebeook

BornPower
06-09-2008, 02:38 PM
Ha!
I'm really diggin how you do the pic then rap about it.
Great execution.

Ritter
06-09-2008, 04:25 PM
Ha!
I'm really diggin how you do the pic then rap about it.
Great execution.

Thanks god. Expect more tonight. I have some blurry ideas.

Guarded By Martyrs
06-09-2008, 07:02 PM
http://www.ericconklin.com/images/holmes.jpg

As I grab the syringe from my drawer
Sit back in the armchair,cocaine galore
What more can a man ask for
As I hear the opening of the back door
I toss the syringe down on the floor
Dr Watson says this like the 100 times before
'Cocaine again, Holmes?'
'Oh hush it Watson it's for my bones'


Hahahaha

Thats dopeness !!!!!!!!!

Keep it up bro.

Ritter
06-09-2008, 07:06 PM
Hahahaha

Thats dopeness !!!!!!!!!

Keep it up bro.

Thanks bro. I was actually reading to the book a couple of hours before I wrote that. There was a part when Holmes and Watson discussed his addiction, that was hilarious, so I just felt like writing something about it.

Maccabee Ridah
06-09-2008, 07:25 PM
Shizz, I do not got word to describe how fucked that shyt is...
keep droppin it bro.......
Props...

Ritter
06-10-2008, 06:20 AM
http://img.search.com/thumb/0/0a/GustaveDoreParadiseLostSatanProfile_color.jpg/250px-GustaveDoreParadiseLostSatanProfile_color.jpg

Tomes of destruction, my agenda for today
Graveyard pillaging, and digging your grave
Ancient villaging, bringing you pain
Torture techniques,developed as we speak
Pierce a tiny hole in you,so blood could leak
You can't run, I chained your hands and feet
Now you just watch your blood drip and drip
Drop by drop,losing your blood
Now it's a blood pool,it will be a flood
After you die I feed you to the lions
Hang your head on a belt like Orion's
Second victim, another tome
Crucify you and nail your every bone
Sow your lips together,and make you scream
Sow your eyelids open,and point you a laser beam
To the eyes,you can't cry,you just hope to die
No boy,this is torture,and it is far from over
Graveyard burning,corpses tossing and turning
The Devil came to tell me the I have sinned
I go to the demons and that's what I did
Confessed,to the very end,left the devil mentally pinned
And who in the world said he was red-skinned?
He's green,or maybe it's just my horrors he has seen
They knew I was twisted,ever since I was seamen
Now I'm in hell, scaring shit out of demons
I took torture to a whole nother level
Now they have me apologizing to the devil

Ritter
06-10-2008, 07:26 AM
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/507204368_f0413ac72b.jpg

Sound of machine-guns piercing the eardrum
The fears pump, tears numb, writing a letter 'Dear mum'
'It's hell here, and it doesn't seem like the end's near,
The grenadiers cheeer,but I think we will all disappear
Mom, if I don't come back home,make sure sis knows
That I love her, and that in my life ain't nothing above her
It's hell out here, above our heads aircraft always hovers
I got hit in the leg today,so I'm in a field hospital'
Soldiers with moral is this shit possible
The motto was 'Be a man' and many died trying
The pilots are high flying, but only for a short time
Because they get knocked down, and die
Countless corpses flooding the battlefield
It was a graveyard from the beginning
Since the first shot was fired, their whole world was spinning
Post-apocalyptic war,never seen before
What does it have in store for the horde
Everything's black and white like a chess board
The plutonium flashing poisoning the threshold
The smoke so deep,they can't see their feet
They didn't sleep for two weeks
Their colorless eyes,and their dirty cheeks
The battlefield reeks of defeat
Grenades flying innocent people dying
All for what cause? Moral lying
They trick us to think that we ain't people,we ain't men
Fuck manhood,I won't see home again
It motivates the pen,to write again and again
It is hell,from beginning to end
We can't let go, the head said so
It's repetetive like techno
Shoot,duck,shoot,duck,hope for a glimmer of luck
In this mobile graveyard we're stuck
And everything is chaotic as fuck
Every day a new nuclear threat
The rain's no longer wet,and the water is land
Stones tuned to sand, isn't it grand
Corpses flooding the floor, broke down doors
And you're telling me you're ready for war?

Ritter
06-10-2008, 03:03 PM
http://images.google.com/url?q=http://cailun.info/uploads/books/rusticred_20060625a.jpg&usg=AFQjCNFJJTV83-lfqrQKrgKcTd7JK6epqQ

A young rapper wanting to make his name known
Spittin knowledge on the corner everybody's mind blown
Teaching his own about their home
A gift is bestown upon young MC Loan
Until he began doing that thing in the vein
The pain is to hard to explain, he contained
The brain of the top MC in the game
But fucked up over some H and cocaine
His name was quickly gone in vain
His mind is slow, in the pits of hell he's thrown
So in hell he roams, trying to come clean
And every time he reaches out for that syringe
His whole life goes back under the bridge

A young X dealer by the name of Chill
No money to eat so he earned his by pill
Everybody knew his hustle and he kept it real
No fancy jewelry nor fancy fast cars
"That shit would only get me behind bars
Cops always on the ones with cash
I wanna be the one who has the last laugh"
He would beat up those who were late with payment
His home was the hot dry pavement
He made every single arrangement
Chill had connections all around the city
When he's on the job,he's Mr. Incogniti
Life was pretty everything was flare
He had his best homies that were always there
Smoking L by his side,watching his back
Until one day a bitch-ass named Quack
Everybody knew he was a rat on crack
So one day he snitches Chill to the local cop Ted
Ted brings the feds,they loot his meds
And pop few in his head... his fate has been read
Funny how in the dope game you always wind up dead
Whether you're a junkie or a dealer
It has always been known that drugs is a killer

An officer in the precinct, Sgt Miller
Out on a manhunt after some cop killers
8 nasty dudes rolling independently
His job just wasn't meant to be
A pen to me represents making of history
A gun to them represented this glory
Killing innocent officers who wanna do some good
Don't talk about it in the hood cause that would be rude
The sarge caught one dude in the nude with his bitch
Beat him up all night, it was a solo-lynch
The second one was on the corner dealing the weed
Beat him up all night, got all the answers he need
Put this one in jail, Sarge was derailed
Three of them were running and failed
Three remaining heard the news and bailed
Sgt Miller's purpose still wasn't fulfilled
The number of cop killers still isn't nilled
He went after them,across the whole country
The three found him,not the other way around
Three shots to the heart, Officer Down....

Ritter
06-10-2008, 03:27 PM
Comments people... I need to know what you think.

Maccabee Ridah
06-10-2008, 05:17 PM
Damn great....
Sick lyrics...
I would be pleased to hear some1 spit them over some sick beats....
Keep droppin them...
Props...........!

Ritter
06-10-2008, 05:30 PM
Damn great....
Sick lyrics...
I would be pleased to hear some1 spit them over some sick beats....
Keep droppin them...
Props...........!

Who knows, maybe I do in the future...

Ritter
06-11-2008, 05:29 AM
http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/thegraveyardmod.jpg


The moon casting light upon the grand tombstones
Shedding light at old rotten bones
Muddy terrain, grass bloddy deadly,how can I be ready?
I brought an axe like the Indians so I could walk steady
Keep an eye out if anyones out here to rend me
Pillaged grave wherever I cast my eyes
I try to stay disguised, searching to the answer of the lies
Stumble upon something, probably a sarcophagus
Around me dirty old cottages, destiny's pottages
I cause ratchet by swinging the hatchet
And so I ransacked the casket, it lasted
For a thousand years, I blasphemed
Skeletons pointing at me 'Bastard!'
I lifted their R.I.P. now they rest inside me
The curse of a thousand years that cannot be lifted
I seek victims and I have them listed
I fall down inside a hole in the ground
Like Warcloud, I bring holes to the cloud
Beams of darkness falling from the lifeless sky
Dream of righteous is an illusion and a lie
Upon the land where spirits have lease
You want peace, you end up deceased
The spirit corruption massively increased
We are the sum of our fears
All these years, the ending was near
BAM! Fall down in to an open coffin
Break the deadmans bones, and carry him on my load
My visions blown, the lightning sparks blood
Wash my sinful hands with mud
There is no such thing as fate, nor as hope
The destiny's mechanisms shocking as a jolt
The bloody lightning bolt hit me in the heart
Now I rest in the coffin, dead as meant
While my corpse lives on in corrupted scent

Reiko
06-11-2008, 08:51 AM
Damn you got a talent my fav' The Notebook of Sherlock Holmes, Graveyard Chronicles and Confession To The Devil. Betta grab the mic son.

Guarded By Martyrs
06-11-2008, 10:37 AM
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/224/507204368_f0413ac72b.jpg

Sound of machine-guns piercing the eardrum
The fears pump, tears numb, writing a letter 'Dear mum'
'It's hell here, and it doesn't seem like the end's near,
The grenadiers cheeer,but I think we will all disappear
Mom, if I don't come back home,make sure sis knows
That I love her, and that in my life ain't nothing above her
It's hell out here, above our heads aircraft always hover
I got hit in the leg today,so I'm in a field hospital'
Soldiers with moral is this shit possible
The motto was 'Be a man' and many died trying
The pilots are high flying, but only for a short time
Because they get knocked down, and die
Countless corpses flooding the battlefield
It was a graveyard from the beginning
Since the first shot was fired, their whole world was spinning
Post-apocalyptic war,never seen before
What does it have in store for the horde
Everything's black and white like a chess board
The plutonium flashing poisoning the threshold
The smoke so deep,they can't see their feet
They didn't sleep for two weeks
Their colorless eyes,and their dirty cheeks
The battlefield reeks of defeat
Grenades flying innocent people dying
All for what cause? Moral lying
They trick us to think that we ain't people,we ain't men
Fuck manhood,I won't see home again
It motivates the pen,to write again and again
It is hell,from beginning to end
We can't let go, the head said so
It's repetetive like techno
Shoot,duck,shoot,duck,hope for a glimmer of luck
In this mobile graveyard we're stuck
And everything is chaotic as fuck
Every day a new nuclear threat
The rain's no longer wet,and the water is land
Stones tuned to sand, isn't it grand
Corpses flooding the floor, broke down doors
And you're telling me you're ready for war?

This is very good...It reminds me of Uncommon Valor:A Vietnam Story.
Especially Vinnie's verse...writing home ect...
Dope stuff indeed.

Ritter
06-11-2008, 02:03 PM
Thanks my man, I actually had that track on my mind when I was writing it. But I was mostly fascinated by the picture, it was just too dope not to put something together underneath it.

I'm sorta flunked now, out of ideas. It will probably be a day or two before my next one.

"I'm reacquiring my abilities"

Severed Hunter In a Zig-Zag After Gabriel

Hahahaha.

Reiko
06-11-2008, 02:20 PM
go and take a rest we'll wait :D

Ritter
06-12-2008, 08:11 AM
When my story's telling I rise like yeast
I'm Heavy on the Mental like Killah Priest
The beast, who wants you deceased
The least, interested in your deals with police
Twisted images that would scare the monster in the closet
Deposit, a relentless image of senseless
My heartbeat says murder, and I'm not a double-G
Trouble me, you're gonna end up in an obituary
Remember the name,shit just ain't the same
It was a movement now it's a game

Ritter
06-12-2008, 01:31 PM
http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2007/facelift/lecter0103.jpg

Sitting in the centre of my four-corner room
Got my knees bended, sitting in gloom
Hatches in my head, swinging for doom
As I sit completely numbed, my lungs
Were gunned from the melody I hummed
I could listen to the air beating on my window
Can't afford this anymore, not even Pinto
My soul is long dead, can't R.I.P.
It's haunt only keeps blinding me
No sound in the area,yet my ears are in histeria
No light reaching my eyes, yet I see the future
I spit in the face of death, and the feeling is mutual
Swung the scythe up,down-slashed it after
Last sounds I hear are hideous laughter
I see the image, and I don't even blink
Next image were some demons giving me a wink
Knights of the Vampiric Order causing disorder
Their swords reeked of terrible odor
Flaming teeth, unbearably colder
Then the south polar, cap, I can't adapt
Still in my room, thinking this crap
I need to snap, all I need is a slap
Can't get out of it's got me in its palms
Until I heard a scream of a thousand bombs
It was heard from here, to Dar Es Salaam
My ears were terrorized like it's Saddam
Then everything was silent, and all I heard was breath
Getting out of bed, my whole body was wet
From sweat, and my mind was swept
I had traumas from pijamas
From only one dream, with horrors not seen on the screen
Since then I haven't closed my eyes, not even to blink
My whole life was standing on an unstable brink

J.T.S.
06-13-2008, 09:16 AM
This thread is ice cream cake son!

Ritter
06-13-2008, 09:23 AM
This thread is ice cream cake son!

Thanks man, appreciate it. Expect more tonight.

TheWolf
06-13-2008, 06:18 PM
Nice work Shizzah

12weLvE
06-13-2008, 08:23 PM
I actually went through half of these... very impresive fam. Do ever get on the mic??

Ritter
06-14-2008, 06:24 AM
Thanks, I actually never held a mic, and doubt I will in here. Nobody wants to hear this type of lyrics in Serbia. I tried writing something more population-friendly, but... nothing.

Thanks for the feedback,peace to both.

Maccabee Ridah
06-14-2008, 07:13 AM
^^ I wanna hear them...........:D

Keep droppin them shizz......
Thery r dope as hell.............


Peace...........................
-suuuuuuuuuu///

Ritter
06-14-2008, 06:36 PM
http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5047/tyraelfo8.jpg

Sacred wings went from divine to obscene
Went from restoration spells to morphine
His once wise words now are profane
He owned three seas, like he was propane
Now he owns a swamp, dirty and muddy
He was an angel, fallen because his hands were bloody
He put people in danger, and now he's off and running
His blood tainted, with black corruption
His wings painted, with gray abduction
Once sainted, now hunted across the universe
He dispersed, to millions of words and murders
People kill in his name, people live in his name
He controls the pawns like it's a chess game
No shame, his terrible reign over the shadows untamed
A millenia of realm wars, Heaven vs Tyrael
Repertoire of hell's storms, Earth ended derailed
They hunted him for eternity, it turned to be
A legacy of murdering, raping and burdaining
Now the humanity carries out the hate
Hence, wars, serial killers and rape
As Tyrael continues deceiving heaven
Wicked thoughts were inserted,hence 9/11
But humanity is not on his agenda
Evading former brethren is main cause
Torture shows in hell, earning his applause
So now he's fallen, at the brink of peril
He's enjoying, but the big head is the devil
He is just a pawn, maybe a black knight
But he could be thrown out, hacked overnight
He sees that fact, and is filled with fright
Fallen, scarred, riddled with a blight
Once a might with the power of light
Now a coward,running from an illusion
Now he is destroyed, no more sinew

Story with no joy, to be continued

12weLvE
06-16-2008, 07:47 PM
Yo buy your self a mic and get busy...and start rapping over beats... pick up a flow and a delivery and get going.

Ritter
06-16-2008, 08:11 PM
Yo buy your self a mic and get busy...and start rapping over beats... pick up a flow and a delivery and get going.

Thanks man, I may actually do that when my voice deepens a bit. It's still pretty annoying to listen to. I'm still 15, my wordplay will get better as I learn to speak English more fluently.

PEACE fam, and thanks. Expect the second part of Tyrael soon.

Ritter
06-19-2008, 06:40 PM
http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/7386/1213933631hrssylargymflka6.jpg

Construction of elements upon my enterance
Veterans and gentlemen, a whole population I'm better than
Sitting on the roof gazing on a casket
See half-way through the nightsky, blast it
Intellects combined of five minds in one grind
I would see the whole globe if I was blind
The casket started shaking, although it was empty
Should I rest in peace? It was tempting
Reminiscent of the morning, and how it was blessed
See more papers with death letters than a printing press
Style-makers and trend-setters see more light then a contact lens
Questioned my age, I owned you like a gramps
I had greater intellect than you when I was in Pamp's
If your cash is like your talent, you be living off food stamps
Image after image, color after color, an unfinished painting
Why finish when the whole world is waiting?
Grab a popcorn and watch the show
Another death letter delivered by a black crow
Winter covered in cold,blooded black snow
Switch topics like seasons, the last one was cold
I should send detectives on your ass,because of that style you stole
I craft the mold, I insert the flow, I deal the final blow
I grow, I glow, it's all about me
I desintegrate oxygen in your lungs like nuclear industry
Burning glaciers of ice, not a melted centimeter
The smell of ether, bringing back memories

Scriptures and pictures carved for centuries
None have decyphered them with tons of lecturings
The Romans conquered all of Europe then collapsed
Perhaps, it lasts when it's in balance, not all of valance
War isn't everything, people lived before they invented weapons
Now we have guns that pierce through skin in a split second
Imagine the population increase without war
By the 15th century,we'd have billions of people
Fly on planes with eagles, without weapons that are lethal
Knowledge is needed, and it's a painted picture
Write this down, and tad it on a scripture

Ritter
06-23-2008, 06:30 PM
Obscure History line coming soon...

Ritter
06-24-2008, 06:12 PM
http://www.hhlaw.com/files/ImageControl/993c3e87-257e-4e3e-bfe1-10c3d2eeffa1/7483b893-e478-44a4-8fed-f49aa917d8cf/Presentation/Image/History.jpg

The gentle brush strokes on the painter's canvas
Light in the room is shed by bloody candles
It was reflected by the bronze snatch of his sandals
Jesters of the hall court in The Macedonia Castle
Apocalypse of the mental hemisphere
The end is near, the Black Mace engineer
Write horror novels on the wall of the Asylum
Kids playing outside thinking it's kindergarten
Corporate comitee with their cigars large
Eviscerate you to show you who's in charge
The powers of a word include both mend and hurt
Cuss on you to leave your face eating the dirt
The hierarchy of evolution is extremely unfair
Before humans, trees were for millions of years there
Now we cut them and we just don't care
We in a way slaughter our own fathers
When we eat fishes,and toss their bones to garbage
The Nords discovered America half a century before Columbus
Leif wasn't interested to what will be now among us
That isn't what stunned us... It was the Indians
The kings wanted to make them their minions
There was the origin of racism, and the wicked image
Crooked minds ready to rape and pillage
Only a small conquistador percentage
Came there for knowledge, and to learn the mysteries
We didn't make this shit up, this is history

Maccabee Ridah
06-24-2008, 06:26 PM
Yo man, this is some really ill shyt....

Major propz for every single verse previously posted....

It was hell of a read....

Keep it up man.....

Peace................................
-suuuuuuuuu///

Ritter
06-25-2008, 04:35 PM
http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m232/bretthall/Heathen/vercingetorix.jpg

The Roman Empire was the biggest in Earths history
United Gaul,forming a single nation,relishing their fist fury
Animated by a same spirit,can defy the Universe
Vercingetorix almost made Ceasar's empire disperse
With a modest coinpurse he made the matters worse
With absolutely no chance, he reversed
The path of the war, the greatest Gaul
To fall, was one of the greatest generals of all
The Romans looked like a puny country
That couldn't conquer a tribe of barbarians
When the meat-robber looked like a vegetarian
Vercingetorix is a heroic example of Gallic virtue and resolve
A proof how empires without a leader slowly dissolve
Ceasar had to play dirty in the final battle
He rallied his men like a herd of cattle
Laid a siege fortification right outside the walls
Cingeto surrounded the Romans, the battle stalls
Ceasar waited for relief, a hundred thousand men
Found a weak spot in the defenses,ran it sensless then
Broke the fortification down, and the Gauls were done
The general had to surrender, and the war was gone
His name in translation from Latin scribes--
'Superior War King' to survive the times
And 'Leader of the High Council'
A great person both in the sword and mind
Obscure History is there, for us to find
Lack of knowledge is just making us blind
Never enough wisdom, to make us sublime
Our story ends in 46 B.C.
Vercingetorix R.I.P.

Ritter
06-27-2008, 04:50 AM
http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41699000/jpg/_41699866_prambanan_ap416.jpg

Back when angels were not even a dream
Back when Gods existed wherever you gleam
The Ancient Greeks couldn't explain the storms
They made Poseidon, a vision of unformed
The lore of blood and gore was Ares-born
The God of War, left the battlefields blown
Hephaestus supplied them with brimstones
Rhea was made to explain the thorns
The world stayed torn, above it's norm
Ruled by myths and visions of no core form
The Sumer had the same story 3 milleniums before
The Vikings of the north had Thor
While Mayans and Incas celebrated the bee swarm
Aztecs celebrated the sacrifice and slaughter to the floor
Aborigin religion opened the door tens of thousands years before
From the cave art, you know that it's actually four
Religion is something that is born all across the Earth's core
On different places, in different time, with no connections
Cults of Osiris, Neith and Isis celebrated resurrections
History is learned from books not from lessons
In school, it's the easiest way of manipulation
How to breed a nation filled with deception
Lies engrave a feeling of needing redemption
The true war heroes aren't even an honorable mention
We can change the present and the future
But history is carved in stone, immobile like the suture
You can't have history if you don't have time
Pick up a book and open up your mind

Maccabee Ridah
06-27-2008, 08:28 AM
Damn man, I must say I am amazed with this one....!!!
Ur versez r gettin more complexed & better each time........

I know we have the same prime language, so I am very amazed with vocabs u r usin in ur versez...... They r really insane......

Keep it up, u r gettin really better and better......!!!

Major propz man....

Peace....................
-suuuuuuuu///

Ritter
06-27-2008, 09:19 AM
Thanks man. I think that's about it for Obscure History for now. More will come later.

I'll probably finish the Tyrael story now.

Guarded By Martyrs
06-28-2008, 10:52 PM
I'm gonna sit down with a blunt and read through this thread bro......

"You've Been Busy"

"You Know What It Is"

Nice touch with the "Sylar Painting"

Father N Dangerous
06-29-2008, 03:54 AM
yeah shits def. above average ya know wat im sayin' always a good read, feelin da style

Ritter
06-30-2008, 03:29 PM
http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/5047/tyraelfo8.jpg

Sacred wings went from divine to obscene
Went from restoration spells to morphine
His once wise words now are profane
He owned three seas, like he was propane
Now he owns a swamp, dirty and muddy
He was an angel, fallen because his hands were bloody
He put people in danger, and now he's off and running
His blood tainted, with black corruption
His wings painted, with gray abduction
Once sainted, now hunted across the universe
He dispersed, to millions of words and murders
People kill in his name, people live in his name
He controls the pawns like it's a chess game
No shame, his terrible reign over the shadows untamed
A millenia of realm wars, Heaven vs Tyrael
Repertoire of hell's storms, Earth ended derailed
They hunted him for eternity, it turned to be
A legacy of murdering, raping and burdaining
Now the humanity carries out the hate
Hence, wars, serial killers and rape
As Tyrael continues deceiving heaven
Wicked thoughts were inserted,hence 9/11
But humanity is not on his agenda
Evading former brethren is main cause
Torture shows in hell, earning his applause
So now he's fallen, at the brink of peril
He's enjoying, but the big head is the devil
He is just a pawn, maybe a black knight
But he could be thrown out, hacked overnight
He sees that fact, and is filled with fright
Fallen, scarred, riddled with a blight
Once a might with the power of light
Now a coward,running from an illusion
Now he is destroyed, no more sinew

Story with no joy, to be continued

Part 2 below

Ritter
06-30-2008, 03:43 PM
http://membres.lycos.fr/northrend/Tyrael2.jpg


Left faceless, corruption in his crest
It manifests through questlessness
Once a white sword, now a gray blade
His face once holy, now decayed and fade
His angelic mail now a rugged leather armor
Wings no longer there, he killed his hellish father
Learned his lesson,lived in depression
No profession in his possession,he had no facial expression
He had only one obsession, manic love for aggression
So he crafted a sword, and planned his redemption
In no need for confession, he ran without a question
He began a quest to the tomb of Lazarus
As he entered, he struck hazardous
Destroying the ancient spirits resting
With sick thoughts manifesting
He ransacked the sarcophagus
And took the sacred armor, sword and shield
Now he only need wings, to return to the battlefield
The rage within him, was not so beneath
He only wished for heavens to die from defeat
He wasn't the one to concede the deceit
The deception, was another reason for redemption
As the cold blood boils underneath his loins
He polishes his sword, and then he joins
The eternal warpath of heaven and hell
Centuries have passed since he fell
An army, under his emblem, assembled
Paragraphs of destruction, heavens shall tremble
Decades of preparation, made his wings angelic again
The fallen, blasting rampage upon his bretheren
The gates of heaven were breached
The ghosts were reached, the sound of war horns
Tyrael's army in a swarm of torn form
The throne of the sky quickly went from gold to black
What Tyrael took, is never coming back
An eternal curse, upon the world

And the people start living life in the aftermath

Ritter
07-01-2008, 07:25 PM
I'm done for now. I won't be dropping anything for some time.

Drop your thoughts, I wanna know what y'all think. Be the most rigorous you can.

PEACE

OTB
07-01-2008, 09:04 PM
yo shizzah- you makin foolz go back and check their darts-
makin 'em re-evaluate their skillz and thingz.

you drop mad substance yo-

props brother-

The O-

Maccabee Ridah
07-02-2008, 05:19 PM
Yo shizz, as I said couple of timez for now, I'm fuckin amazed with these lyrics.....
Even if Mental Asylum was written by some1 from english-speaking country, it would be still dope as hell, and all I can say is mad propz for writting these lyrics, cuz we have same prime language, and I am fuckin amazed how much talent for writting u have....

Keep droppin raw shyt Shizz....

Peace................
-suuuuuuuuu///

PS-Stvarno svaka cast care! Nemoj stati ovde, ocigledno imas talenta, nastavi da pises....;D

Ritter
07-02-2008, 05:42 PM
Thanks fam. Appreciate it. I wanna hear some criticism. What should I improve?

PEACE Mak

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
07-12-2008, 11:35 AM
http://membres.lycos.fr/northrend/Tyrael2.jpg


Left faceless, corruption in his crest
It manifests through questlessness
Once a white sword, now a gray blade
His face once holy, now decayed and fade
His angelic mail now a rugged leather armor
Wings no longer there, he killed his hellish father
Learned his lesson,lived in depression
No profession in his possession,he had no facial expression
He had only one obsession, manic love for aggression
So he crafted a sword, and planned his redemption
In no need for confession, he ran without a question
He began a quest to the tomb of Lazarus
As he entered, he struck hazardous
Destroying the ancient spirits resting
With sick thoughts manifesting
He ransacked the sarcophagus
And took the sacred armor, sword and shield
Now he only need wings, to return to the battlefield
The rage within him, was not so beneath
He only wished for heavens to die from defeat
He wasn't the one to concede the deceit
The deception, was another reason for redemption
As the cold blood boils underneath his loins
He polishes his sword, and then he joins
The eternal warpath of heaven and hell
Centuries have passed since he fell
An army, under his emblem, assembled
Paragraphs of destruction, heavens shall tremble
Decades of preparation, made his wings angelic again
The fallen, blasting rampage upon his bretheren
The gates of heaven were breached
The ghosts were reached, the sound of war horns
Tyrael's army in a swarm of torn form
The throne of the sky quickly went from gold to black
What Tyrael took, is never coming back
An eternal curse, upon the world

And the people start living life in the aftermath

YO SHIZZAH YOU GOT UR DARTS N BLADES SHARP ON THIS VERSE MAN I THINK UR LINKAGE OF WORDS IS ILL LIKE As the cold blood boils underneath his loins
He polishes his sword, and then he joins

Ritter
07-12-2008, 11:45 AM
Thanks fam ^

Really appreciate it, coming from a writer of your calibre.

I really wanted those Tyrael verses to be special. Part 3 will probably come soon.

Again, thanks on the feedback.

PEACE Sheepish

Ritter
07-12-2008, 11:46 AM
dope shit, u really 15?

Hahaha, thanks, I'll take that as a compliment.

Yep, I'm really 15.

Ritter
07-21-2008, 05:17 AM
Adding aliases to current writer personality. I shall be now known as

Shizzah a.k.a. The Rugged Wizard a.k.a. Hells Cardinal a.k.a. Fallen Angel a.k.a. The General

OTB
07-21-2008, 08:32 AM
excellent work shizzah/genius.

yo i'm ill, not your marginal rap singer
mad skillz but still takin longer to get on than Cardinal Ratzinger

Ritter
07-21-2008, 09:46 AM
What's Gizzin OT?

Here's a bar from every personality -

Shizz-

The best, who complexed the next level of chess-blessed text
I possess the skills to manifest as a bullet in the chest, through the vest

Rugged Wizard-

Take a bite from the Orions Belt, it never felt
Like the world is on a shelf, uplift yourself beyond wealth

Hells Cardinal a.k.a. The Fallen Angel-

The nasty smell of rotten bodies and corrupted blood
Unleash the fury of a thousand shotties, encrypted with mud

The General-

My dictionary is filled with profanity, the Degenerick General, can it be?
Guns and swords swinging and banishing, lives ready for the vanishing

OTB
07-22-2008, 09:58 AM
just checked back for any new work-
like a fiend-

lookin forward to your next drop G-

peace-

Ritter
07-22-2008, 10:16 AM
I was taking a break from darting for a while...

Now the Wizard is back...

OTB
07-22-2008, 10:27 AM
yo i gotta drop a quick one since i just wandered into the rugged asylum-

yo this hiphops now under my auspice
i'm takin emceez and tossin 'em in moshpits in Auschwitz
OTB got a Mossberg that spits
watchin shot-up flossers' moms and homies get nauseous

what up Shizzah/Genius!!

peace-

Ritter
07-22-2008, 10:34 AM
Can I get an O????

That's sick shit OTB.

Duh man.

J.T.S.
07-22-2008, 11:55 AM
[QUOTE=Shizzah;1225402]Thanks fam. Appreciate it. I wanna hear some criticism. What should I improve?

Nothing!!

Ritter
07-22-2008, 03:07 PM
^ Thanks fam, you know it means a lot.

racist randy
07-22-2008, 04:00 PM
LOL this nigga think he's holocaust. Rep.

Guarded By Martyrs
07-22-2008, 04:04 PM
Admit it Hollow....you dig Holocaust !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ritter
07-22-2008, 04:25 PM
LOL this nigga think he's holocaust. Rep.

Haha, thanks. Sometimes I just have to try and mirror his style. Simply magnificent

Admit it Hollow....you dig Holocaust !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think he does.

OTB
07-22-2008, 08:49 PM
what up whers-
what up hzahollow-

yo shizz, i wound up in the asylum again, so here we go-

next intelligence jewels, like Kasparov and Deep Blue duels
OTB move and wet irrelevent fools like Pavlov's dog's drool
collosal feuds over fossil feuls led to deaths in Iraq and Kabul
soon you might see me come thru rockin white wools on the back of a mule

WHAT YO, its a select few who can see me sunn-

peace-

Ritter
07-25-2008, 08:11 PM
What up, the god OTB. So I've been listening to Alphabets and decided to drop some shit. Maybe not making as much sense as GZA....

Always bringin catastrophes, dangerous escalation
Fly a galaxy's holograph, I justify killing and neck laceration
Masked Nostradamus, on point answering questions
Respiratory systems targeted under valuable westerns
Xenophobic youngster surprisingly zesty

beautifulrock
07-25-2008, 08:38 PM
Alabama Blast-sander
Catyclismic Disaster Ender
Forensic Gender Holograpic Inkster
Jack-of-all-trades King Love Murky
Neoclastic Oval Pinkster
Queen Releasing Sali-vicious
Trembling Uteral Vagi-licious
Xcitement You-God Z-delicious

Ritter
07-25-2008, 08:42 PM
Alabama Blast-sander
Catyclismic Disaster Ender
Forensic Gender Holograpic Inkster
Jack-of-all-trades King Love Murky
Neoclastic Oval Pinkster
Queen Releasing Sali-vicious
Trembling Uteral Vagi-licious
Xcitement You-God Z-delicious



All you need is a sample that shouts "One" at the end of every second line, and you have a Ghostface jewel.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
07-26-2008, 02:45 PM
Alabama Blast-sander
Catyclismic Disaster Ender
Forensic Gender Holograpic Inkster
Jack-of-all-trades King Love Murky
Neoclastic Oval Pinkster
Queen Releasing Sali-vicious
Trembling Uteral Vagi-licious
Xcitement You-God Z-delicious



All you need is a sample that shouts "One" at the end of every second line, and you have a Ghostface jewel.

ha ha ha that'd be dope

Ritter
07-27-2008, 07:42 PM
Stay tuned...
Tyrael Pt 3 coming soon...
Fall of Mankind...

Basically, as Tyrael's war brought utter destruction to the world's surface, and corruption to human soul, mortals start gigantic-scaled wars. Tyrael is there to silence them.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
07-28-2008, 07:31 PM
What up, the god OTB. So I've been listening to Alphabets and decided to drop some shit. Maybe not making as much sense as GZA....

Always bringin catastrophes, dangerous escalation
Fly a galaxy's holograph, I justify killing and neck laceration
Masked Nostradamus, on point answering questions
Respiratory systems targeted under valuable westerns
Xenophobic youngster surprisingly zesty

damn


Itís the Buddha flower dro holder
Microphone flow scoper looking for beats to rip open like surgery/
I know yíall havenít heard of me
Whatís to be said when Iím giving yíall digi snacks/
I donít need to be no G I spit n feed myself
Ainít nobody worried about you/
Yíall like Bebeís Kids who ainít got what they wanted so they taunted
I flaunted lines I rhymed wit multiples 3ís viewing me on 6 flat screen TVs/
You can try n bean ball me I leave you in the dust when I bust
Making more seeds in raps than I got in real life/
Yíall just strife about not being trife
So you want to go out like da god/
Ainít no stones being thrown I own the chrome
Leave domes open by the way I drop knowledge/
I got my lines like Pythagorean Theorem you try to divide eím
I relocate them like AREA 51 I stay 1 and done with when Iím spitting/
Even when I wrote it I spoke it like funerals in arenas
Subpoena the best rappers for beta data capture/
Outwit cha like The Joker just so I can watch the world burn
I am not logical per-say Iím just that chaotic without causing static/
Electrical like magnets agitate most by my attitude
Yíall still ainít reach my lyrical platitude let along you canít even spit past a few/
My mind works like movie reels we always spinning, we always writing scripts
We always recasting flows like flicks, we always in production despite any conduction/

Ritter
08-13-2008, 07:23 AM
Mongolian Steel

http://images.elfwood.com/art/k/a/kalleg/bloddy_hill_2.jpg

As I unsheath the sword of the great warriors
I swish and cut everything through the corridors
One level down, from the dungeons down to the temples
Secrets buried for thousands of years... unveiled
For 16 days I prevailed, like in jail, with no room for bail
No shield in my other hand, going for the promised land
Found myself in caves, with live overground graves
Skeletal stenches sting your nose like wrenches
But can't go back, don't know the way back
The fact is that the math doesn't work in this torture rack
I stick the blade in one of the walls, the walls fall
I run as fast as I can, can't afford to stall
I felt rocks knock on my bloody heels
Stab a blade in your leg if you wanna know the feel
The sword remained whole, crafted by Mongolian Steel
My shattered morale went back to pick it up
It was buried in the ground and wasn't stickin out
I moved the obstacles, stone by stone
I swore to blood and gore until I break my every bone
Sword skills honed, I go in danger zones alone
I saw a demon, gleamin, I saw death in his eyes
Silver disguise, picking up the sword of the wise
He summoned a fireball of catastrophic proportions
I ran without any caution, struck the blade in his thigh in motion
The ball of fire, it's power expired, he summoned a whole empire
I ran away, like a coward before a grave
A bloody path, made, for days paved
I took my stance, raised my steel sword, roared
Crushed my own vocal chords, charged
Everything was enlarged, the vision in the back of my eye
I knew I'd die, but why? I snapped with the battle cry
One demon fell, the second quick after him, then the third
I was flapping my steel like wings of a bird
Millions of demons still remain, the battle goes on
The queue of foes' long, I move strong
An arrow struck me, my whole battle gone
Now I lay there, dead... killed
With the blood shining on my Mongolian Steel

Prince Rai
08-13-2008, 08:06 AM
Shizzah is one of my fav lyricists around here on the corp.

allow me to scribble sumin down here tonight...

Ritter
08-13-2008, 08:14 AM
Thanks man, appreciate it.

Be my guest, this thread is open to quality lyricism. If you're down, maybe we could collab sometimes?

OTB
08-14-2008, 05:35 PM
stellar drop Shizz-

stellar-

i missed the image tho-

you should find a painting or graphic that goes with this-

thats your trademark bro; the trademark i JACKED from you when i dropped the OTB and Prophet Picasso thread!!

but peace yo-

everytime i enter the asylum i get blessed with polished gems-

Ritter
08-14-2008, 05:40 PM
Good lookin out bro. Thanks. You know that shit my trademark.

But you can use it any time of day bro.

But... While I was writing this, I wasn't looking back. This is a new style. I was just imagining me going through that shit, and was just writing shit. Most of the lines fell into rhymes without me even using my mind. I was just... feeding off the line I wrote before. No looking back.

I'll hook this one up with a shiny pic.

Peace bro. Thanks for the lookout.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-14-2008, 07:32 PM
damn son u ripped it

J.T.S.
08-15-2008, 10:23 AM
Shizzah is one of my fav lyricists around here on the corp.

allow me to scribble sumin down here tonight...


Second that quote, he actually is my favorite next to 5 cut!

Ritter
08-15-2008, 04:45 PM
Mongolian Steel

http://images.elfwood.com/art/k/a/kalleg/bloddy_hill_2.jpg

As I unsheath the sword of the great warriors
I swish and cut everything through the corridors
One level down, from the dungeons down to the temples
Secrets buried for thousands of years... unveiled
For 16 days I prevailed, like in jail, with no room for bail
No shield in my other hand, going for the promised land
Found myself in caves, with live overground graves
Skeletal stenches sting your nose like wrenches
But can't go back, don't know the way back
The fact is that the math doesn't work in this torture rack
I stick the blade in one of the walls, the walls fall
I run as fast as I can, can't afford to stall
I felt rocks knock on my bloody heels
Stab a blade in your leg if you wanna know the feel
The sword remained whole, crafted by Mongolian Steel
My shattered morale went back to pick it up
It was buried in the ground and wasn't stickin out
I moved the obstacles, stone by stone
I swore to blood and gore until I break my every bone
Sword skills honed, I go in danger zones alone
I saw a demon, gleamin, I saw death in his eyes
Silver disguise, picking up the sword of the wise
He summoned a fireball of catastrophic proportions
I ran without any caution, struck the blade in his thigh in motion
The ball of fire, it's power expired, he summoned a whole empire
I ran away, like a coward before a grave
A bloody path, made, for days paved
I took my stance, raised my steel sword, roared
Crushed my own vocal chords, charged
Everything was enlarged, the vision in the back of my eye
I knew I'd die, but why? I snapped with the battle cry
One demon fell, the second quick after him, then the third
I was flapping my steel like wings of a bird
Millions of demons still remain, the battle goes on
The queue of foes' long, I move strong
An arrow struck me, my whole battle gone
Now I lay there, dead... killed
With the blood shining on my Mongolian Steel




Bump, now with a pic.

Oh, and thanks for the love yo. I'm open for collabs always.

Prince Rai
08-16-2008, 05:02 PM
lisn man, im feeling a collab big time, i think our rymes can blend and ive seen some light on the freestyles we have on the other forum nahmean?

what u think?

choose a topic, a theme, a crazy theme the corp might wanna read to the end...

Ritter
08-16-2008, 05:05 PM
lisn man, im feeling a collab big time, i think our rymes can blend and ive seen some light on the freestyles we have on the other forum nahmean?

what u think?

choose a topic, a theme, a crazy theme the corp might wanna read to the end...

Let's do this by PM, I'll hit you up any minute.

Peace

Prince Rai
08-16-2008, 05:11 PM
peace bro, lets do this

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-16-2008, 11:17 PM
Drop battle axes master pyroclastic raps
Zip zap through domes like electrical jolts/
I fold up like collapsible swords used in highlander
My shit ain’t no slouch wanna take a gander/
I’m the one armed bandit smashing rhymes like atoms
Leaving protons shattered with flows that remain scattered/
I reload my mind with fuel for the blind open your mind
Optional with Chicago Winds and earthly trends/
Break your legs, limbs and shins my mind bends steel in the end
Shapely sharp throwing darts reprise seven chakras
Operate minds mechanized like thematic operas/

Ritter
08-29-2008, 02:36 AM
Lightyears


http://universe-review.ca/I07-02-SolarSystem.jpg


Sleeping beauty eradicates the sources of Evil
Break your neck, your mother should've named you Knievel
I deceive detectives, escape epidemics, I'm in the center of the epileptics
I'm the reason Solaris Alpha's orbit is hectic, all aboard the spaceship
Explore the nebulae in the center, death of the stars are formed, in winter
I enter the mental render and take the continuum, bend her
Plasma rays sweep across the solar surface
Stars are formed, in the space cervix
The Ephalae has many forms of hibernation, full of patience
I take my time, and move the nations without special occasions
4 Billion years ago, Mars became a red barren
6 years ago, 4 Billion was the income of McLaren, in KWD*
The infamous crater remains on the surface, VBE**
Maybe life was once there, now it's a furnace for centuries
Jupiter's moons hold the key as the home of the next though
The target of HOPE***, is Callisto
The view is marvelous, like Mephisto
A planet exists, there where there is no mist
It's no myth, it's beyond the dark side, beyond Sith
Where creatures communicate through the mental
Where they chew food, without dentals
They don't need air, they don't breathe
Maybe they don't need food, they don't eat
The life creation is an accident, spontaneous
I'm not here to convert believers into atheists
How can God create something he cant control
He didn't create those mysteries for us to unfold
Lightyears beyond, extraterrestrial exists
Wondering about the same thing, as we
Could there be, life for eternity
Could there be someone out there, besides me
Take a book, and a telescope
Read the bars I wrote, read em close
It's impossible to predict, like fantasy blows
As I roam through hyperspace gates, I seal fates
Science in crates, you can't take what I say
Dispose you, like Paper Plates, this is wisdom
I have risen, beyond the boundaries of Shizzm
Read this again, the future of men in one verse
Our own history was never a curse


*KWD - Kuwaiti Dinar
**VBE - Visible By the Eye
***HOPE - Human Outer Planets Exploration

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-29-2008, 02:40 AM
Shizzah is spitting genius level lyrics ha ha ha lol anyways the imagery in your rhymes are very vivid son. your style of rhyming reminds of one of my favorite poets Alen Ginsberg.

Ritter
08-29-2008, 03:40 AM
Thanks bro, can't wait to hear more feedback.

This was an experiment in style.

Maccabee Ridah
08-29-2008, 05:10 PM
Lightyears


http://universe-review.ca/I07-02-SolarSystem.jpg


Sleeping beauty eradicates the sources of Evil
Break your neck, your mother should've named you Knievel
I deceive detectives, escape epidemics, I'm in the center of the epileptics
I'm the reason Solaris Alpha's orbit is hectic, all aboard the spaceship
Explore the nebulae in the center, death of the stars are formed, in winter
I enter the mental render and take the continuum, bend her
Plasma rays sweep across the solar surface
Stars are formed, in the space cervix
The Ephalae has many forms of hibernation, full of patience
I take my time, and move the nations without special occasions
4 Billion years ago, Mars became a red barren
6 years ago, 4 Billion was the income of McLaren, in KWD*
The infamous crater remains on the surface, VBE**
Maybe life was once there, now it's a furnace for centuries
Jupiter's moons hold the key as the home of the next though
The target of HOPE***, is Callisto
The view is marvelous, like Mephisto
A planet exists, there where there is no mist
It's no myth, it's beyond the dark side, beyond Sith
Where creatures communicate through the mental
Where they chew food, without dentals
They don't need air, they don't breathe
Maybe they don't need food, they don't eat
The life creation is an accident, spontaneous
I'm not here to convert believers into atheists
How can God create something he cant control
He didn't create those mysteries for us to unfold
Lightyears beyond, extraterrestrial exists
Wondering about the same thing, as we
Could there be, life for eternity
Could there be someone out there, besides me
Take a book, and a telescope
Read the bars I wrote, read em close
It's impossible to predict, like fantasy blows
As I roam through hyperspace gates, I seal fates
Science in crates, you can't take what I say
Dispose you, like Paper Plates, this is wisdom
I have risen, beyond the boundaries of Shizzm
Read this again, the future of men in one verse
Our own history was never a curse


*KWD - Kuwaiti Dinar
**VBE - Visible By the Eye
***HOPE - Human Outer Planets Exploration



PRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ritter
08-31-2008, 05:43 AM
Illest, realest, every sentence shines like pendant
21 MC's dropped to dust, the rhythm hit em
I followed the leader, the enchanted mind of the reader
The mic, I need her, pieces of puzzle, complicated
Rhyme never outdated, never outnumbered
Untouchable, he swagged, while everyone blundered
Don't battle, if you don't know the casualties of war
What hurts more, a hardcore MC knockin at a sellout door
Don't sweat the technique I speak, pull the plug, I'm unique
A microphone fiend, hardcore in the genes, MC's flee
Know what I mean
Shit's serious, no jokes allowed, he's holding the crown
I like to move the crowd
He knows you got soul, he keeps the mic in fahrenheit, he makes it cold
He's the master, the 18th letter, so do what you're told
His DJ is named president, a hardcore hip hop royalty resident
Real estates on a plate, as Rakim Seventh Seals your fate
In the ghetto, there's no escape, Rakim the great, sets you straight
His melody is untouchable, hits you with a gamma ray, with no omega
It's been a long time, a lot of gold rhymes, but his is always greater
He never fell on the dark side, he's still rockin the bells
He keeps bars cold, like his notebook's a jail
Lyrics of fury, go plea to the jury if you're worried
You're waiting for the world to end, I spit juice, you have to know the ledge
It's the music for the masses, rap fantastic
I need more hands, to count the classics
Beat him in a battle? Yeah right, I'm keeping shit tight
When I be on tha mic
It's nothing, rhymes shine like a Breitling, there's no use in fighting
MC's falling down like birds without a right wing
If it weren't for Ra, I wouldn't be writing
Everybody jump on your feet, as I move the crowd like telekenise-

What happened to peace?

PEACE *echoes*

* lines in italic indicate scratched samples.


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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-01-2008, 07:26 PM
It's the writer cynic flow typical off the remedy
Iím an enemy to any rival trying to marvel at me/
Beta carotene master cream cash rules wit galactic spheres
My flow revolves with a revolution that's off the axis/
Clash wit the madness Iím boasting roasting you camels
Leaving no marks or smells for animals to pick up on/
Draft enzymes when I decide to rhyme craft lines off the meter
So your Geiger counter can't pick up any traces/
I cut these linguist wit flows that hard to distinguish
I got too much mental barriers for you narrow/
Throw harpoons into any barrow giving you hair-raising experience
Iím the decadence to any eminence without a premise/
Dismiss your thoughts, as a wrinkle through time
I drop lines call them land mines to any one trying to follow my plot lines/
Gotcha hooked off the first bar now your fiending for my gasoline lyrics
Burning through your headphones like you drinking hard liquor/
Iím sick as any infection correction I am the infection your not immune too
If you want to know me Iím a combination of the avian flu and small pox/