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H.Notik
12-31-2008, 02:59 PM
AYO…
My inner regions are meshed with mechanical features
cyborg rhyme form; blessed with technique to handle you leeches
Mantles of preachers are left obliterated, We ride on,
high dawn is my direction elevation to shine on…
vibrant powers divine rest in the heart of this vicious
architect, guiness drinking non contempt, horrible visions
I deal with. show's the "real" and the fake -
concealed in the shade; A maniac
set to target skin of the weak, melt…and peel it away.
now watch - as My legions of demons reel in the pain
poison hooks love beef - we call it the meal of the day
screaming victims never phase me, I love music when I eat,
abusive in the streets...even more so when flowin' ruthless on a beat.
When I…kick a rhyme you know I'm braking ya ribs
never am I concerned with what's hot or majorly piff
I'm lacing the spliff, then I'll face it till I'm encased in the spins
grab the mic - and spit a maelstrom through ya face, I'm the shit.
So listen, my boy already runs with robots from japan
I alter ego's till ya bitch made and drop ovens on top of ya mans…
barbarian - we standing in the ring for this battle,
now here it is…open ya mouth so you can feast on this scalpel,
You fearin' this - madman leave you cut up 6 ft. deep in the gravel
bitch.

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:01 PM
If the ancients would listen…
I'd shout a note of total bliss,
a socialist with no hope an so I toke a spliff..
listen to me people my opus is open it's,
repulsive so when viewing consult a psychiatrist…
I've motioned into hues of murky water now dry
in hopes to see lagoons infused with fallen skies,
now most of you confused, abused and call out WHY?
nobody cares for your questions, so the lesson is taught by I
majestic my thoughts'll hide until guesses cross my mind
..see I thought I saw a martyred god, but what I saw was locked in time.
deep within a wish I prayed deep…but no one listened
so I cracked a smile and hollered through hollows, unholy prison
kept me enraged and yet I slept with the pain
and stepped to the game, ready to ingest a grenade!
WHAT AM I!?
I'm the face you see looking into heaven…
destined for direction neglecting any yes men,
blessed is my vengeance…dig a fucking hole
let me sleep 6 feet deep' till I release my ugly soul.
FEAST ON THE WILLS OF OLD
think back to the essence….
and when you see my face, know that god is in your presence

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:02 PM
In the maelstrom I stand, hell’s wings batter me down
Shield of fire, emerald sword slashing massacre hounds…
No devil can hold me…screams of pacifists bound
From the loins of a tree smash, shatter the ground.
The guise of Lucifer… leads us to oblivion….
The reason you’ve accepted it, leads me to forgive no sin
We bleed within never knowing when the devil grins,
Through pain he thrives, growing slowly on are hopeless whims.
BUT NEVER THAT!
All my people time to take stand,
Face your friends create a plan and retake this land….
No devolution from his evil will create commands!

RAISE YOUR FIST

Drop the beast into his fated ditch…
And reunite all creation in our saviors clinch.
From this day forth, heaven and hell no longer matter
Just the people who faced slaughter in the heart of battle

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:04 PM
Entrenched in death..
life looks a little bland today
eventful? yes - but that doesn't mean we all have to play.
it's like I wear this armor with pride but as my body bruises...
the soul inside boasts a cry, in hopes to find the mind'n it's uses
defined as a nuisance ...and on the grind he grows ruthless
searching for the time his fathers confined life into nooses ...
was it better then? providing for ones self through any weather when,
the light turns dim why do we hide, gripping the sediment ?
STAND UP - don't let the masses control you
capture your focus and master your own wit until you MAN UP
this land sucks? - well believe me he never felt that way
sword in hand he toured the land until his sins began to melt away
seldom slaves would try to mimic his missions..
but when then they slipped into business they couldn't render decisions
allowing any normal man... woman and child
to be as ONE and view the land with a human smile...
so there he stood - a warrior locked in chains
mocked and pained from the thoughts of his often rage
"should I kill?" slice throats and steady cock the gauge?
or be a guiding light to a nation that forgot it's name.

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:05 PM
CHECK IT…

Project of the bricks mixed with a fetish for death
catch me hanging babies off rooftops, barb wire meshed in there flesh.
sex is excellent bet…in the sheets, I SMASH dog
fill the pussy with the soothing motion...of a razor blade strap on
my tracks raw…and I aint speaking bout the music,
I keep a junkie bitch chained up in my backyard.
so when I'm feeling froggy - I'ma damn sure leap…
over the moat where I bury hoes after I throat fuck'em to sleep,
grab the slut by the pussy- it's a must that it's on
inject the heroine in her blood and then cut off each arm.
I got a meat farm, Forreal…alotta bones there,
me and leatherface...bury alotta hoes there
it's like a carnival of sorts..where demons lurk for a victim
on each ride you can kill a man and figure out how you wanna stitch'em
I keep the devil close…but this axe, that's my best friend
cut a bitches legs off and then rape her on ontop of her deaths bed.

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:09 PM
To put it lightly;
In my right hand, skyscrapers and mountains collide
In my left nestle the people in search of a place to hide
When it all started…my anger boiled pots twice over
Filling my lungs with hostile breath, kidneys distraught; life’s over…
But there it was…A guiding light flying high at night
With a shine so bright, the stars inspired to be alike this vibrant sprite
An angel of beauty, her displays amazed an confused me
Impeccable designs of glamour encased her body, soothing
Music moved me out of the darkness surrounding my soul
I’ve drowned in this role of playing perfect so now I control
All the love I give to naysayer’s who claim danger is coming
And when it hits…I’ll turn my back as they remain smothered
Posion’ll cover the toys’n joys of children once unknown
So please, quickly…run home cuz I can’t stand the cries anymore
The violence and gore is overpowering, so WHO cares if I try anymore…
Good intentions are fine and dandy until you take me for granted
Abuse amounted to friendships ending with no ways to manage
The evil existence I’ve become…A genius, eclipsed in lies’n rum
Once generous to many but now my time confides in guns…
Resting on my head, should I bite the bullet or fight to pull it
This is good gone bad, I really wish I lived life like I should of

Click.

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:11 PM
UP FROM THE PIT!
we smash skulls an take names..
drinking 40's at funerals and pissin' on graves
I'm pissed, this born rage enlists a war's pain
leave ya face fucked as you crash through a window pane
I'll smash you till bits of brains amass from ya shriveled frame
than shackle you in a maze where cannibals skip an play
a vandle who spits insane, my name is H.NOTIK
damage you with flames from depths that remain godless.
yo hoes are looking slender…boney sure I'll bend ya..
fuck you in the ass then stick your face into a blender
face it son I'll end ya - notify death of ya placement,
heaven…hell…or even indian reservation
Leave ya body torn up no need for shotty's hoe WHAT!?!
I'd rather use my hands an drown you in a river full of throw up!
YES - that's how we do check the wild the crew
as we hang man in the main lands smokin' blunts an downing brew

Bitch.

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:13 PM
in this room i cherish nothing but my alchohol,
weed smoke is the rhythm
that fuses with my knowledge further building a mountain like exorcism.
deep within my souls chamber - there's no danger...
the roots of my black thought,
can't be controlled alone in anger
if i stole the globe would rangers, f b i and police men,
bother to chase and test the sky above where i cheat death,
lord hail my name. MATTHEW...a supposed gift
so states the page but i used it to roll a spliff...
burning bilble paper is nothing compared to the everlasting
mind state behind fate of which i use to clash wit,
impacting, surpassin, the only god that half stepped
my actions that asked men, "will you attack those that are passionate?"
faith keepers whose fate keeps on dwindling beneath the madness...
so who attracts it? the missle bearing actions...
controlled to rain upon our reign and dawn creating factions
of slaves to all who lamed at dawn the day our faith became are casket.
it wasnt drastic but i shook the hand of jesus...
his look was bearing reason but i shook in fear of treason,
cuz believing in one man can lead to years of bleedin'.
to get even is an evening worth of bloodshed...
but who get's cut dead?
a mother whose upset due to the lust of a husband...
or the devil that orchastrated all the sadness in that marrige?
i once past a pastor with the glare of a madman...
and asked for pardon to murder a babtist...
then all of a sudden i felt a subtle rage,
that caused me to cut my fingers and ink history upon the day.
my words are an essence that develops a trust...
communicating views of savior between the trouble and us.

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:14 PM
We as many - Walk with pride
Lead us steady - Talk of nights
Feed us plenty - Crops of life
He befriended awful cries


Valiantly noble men stalk, agony, pain ... fear must survive
Do you hear us inside drowning bibles in pools of blood?
Never feeling the effect of its soothing love, so who to trust?
You or us, dark or light? We refuse to lust!
I often cry as thoughts deny the walks of life
That part the sky 'n' pause the shine for all his might
And talk of times of follower's pride, stop and hide
And follow in line swallow your pride 'n' push the thoughts behind

THINK DEEPER!!!

Greed was the reason 'n' poisoned the fetus
Believing in Jesus brought reporters of grievance
Orderless legions with orders to reason
Disorderly heathens supporting belief and
Ignoring police when contorting the meaning
Of justice 'n' religion judge swift with precision
When deciding your credence
For pontious pilate often smiles on liars 'n' demons
Asking for creance - acceptance by religion or force
Destined in semen death then Proceeded 'n' blessed men of evil
With weapons to eat through suspects believed to
Follow the cause, halos 'n' cross ... "pray to the lord"
Run away - turn cheek 'n' live to fight again
Rights of pain carried by slaves - night 'n' day
Forward 'n' forward ... On an on
The blood of the people bled upon a faithful lord ...
Thanking all - one by one till the day of the cross

DON'T THINK ANYMORE!!!

Think of success an regret blessing the lord
Step through executive doors 'n' forget
The single solitary session of confession
Before - bent over sore, kneeling ...
Praying like you've never prayed before
Facing more then faith 'n' all ...
The people chasing fame an galore
Without claiming there lord
Spreading negativity against relativity
Down with Jesus, Angels, Satan 'n' more!

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:17 PM
Consider the masses a syllable captured through ventricular actions,
Rendering classes resentful - remembering factions expecting sections of
Sentinels snatching emblems of ancestral passages... embedding hysterical
Sensual captions listing inspections through madness of suggestions substrata
Planting professors of stature beneath tension and laughter, then mentioned
Disaster with weapons attack the confessions collapsing through excrement
Splashes from the Medias center of trash and this method of rapture
Blesses these actors of exceptional wackness resemble Ming an magic...!
My mental brings meddling muddling demented beings into a state of
Pure sonnage hated for loving that you hate or love it cuz my style is
The greatest so fuck it! - I speak in a sudden cerebral combustion releasing
Redundant teaching from hundreds of leeches that sucked when my
Increase of pure wondrous, thesis and subjects conceded construction
Breaking easels destruction is evil liter consumption thus leaded to hunches
That people encompass beliefs that mean nothing so in speech SMO runs shit

inspiration is nothing!
...but you what you make of it.

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:19 PM
Fuck'em, lets end it.

The flow MIGHTY - Crush houses an peasants
while yall listen green with envy, talk about a hulk of a essence
I…Grab planets, bend existence - My presence could kill,
I've got as much faith in a wack rapper..
as Ahmadinejad saying 9/11 was real…
A GOD…Notik - drinking blood from a mass slaughter
switchblade, trigga' finger itchy, aim equal to black water…
introducing a smash SQUAD UP - SMO & NAMELESS LEGENDS
united equal Hell and Heaven meets Armageddon,
We flow till your dead it's more like Hitler slash Hussein
military outfits model soldiers after the sickness in my brain,
DESTROY - All who challenge we who stand in charge…
all praise be to 3MD - STRONG MUSIC - grip mic's with the hand of god.
We paint pictures with bloody fingers, middle finger the game…
and I don’t mean to shame but most of yall is point. blank. period. LAME
this is more so a revolution - a unification abusing nations,
step against the god's an within seconds you'll be introduced to Satan.

H.Notik
12-31-2008, 03:23 PM
this isn’t classical music, more like a rapture that's putrid
so when we rap it's amusing, to stomp you faggots an losers
an once we smash you with fluent acts so naturally ruthless
watch me piss on your regime, an laugh as you take a bath in the fluids.
Listen, yall spit raps...like a bitch, fuck these actors they bullshit,
us?...we toke a blizz'n cough phlegm at you –
talk about arrogant mucus...
rhymes - subject matter that of a dramatic Confucius
so when the war is on, our tactics will have you battered an toothless.
Ayo...bitches are clueless,
when they come against this sinner recluse it's
more like venomous bruising as ligaments contort I'll spare you contusions...
cuz i'd rather attach hair trigger fuses,
around ya body'n stuff C4 down ya throat..
till the air in you's useless
please...the severity, of you comparing me to another rapper’s just stupid,
I’ll throw you underneath a landing plane’n watch the passengers view it
Damn…When I wrap, you know it’s gram after gram…
And when I rap you know the style vicious like the sword of conan.,
HA!

H.Notik
01-03-2009, 02:23 PM
Whats above the staircase? winners and plaques, sinners and rats,
squirming to build a barricade blocking my resiliance, in fact
I stand alone looking towards a wasteland barren and filthy
where continous acts of cynical trash,
declare my life horrendous it kills me…
so erase the picture: crush all bases and strive for the best
see this little boy on the inside, sorely cries, for the rights of the flesh,
but as the day goes, his pain grows inspite of despising the rest
as every man was created the same regardless of his life into death.
basically, I see our people stuck in a whirlpool of sorts,
while I'm swimming for existence there island shrivels, contorts...
as if all the world knows...is this life an image projected
by the people we care for yet we don’t care to protect it.
check it..
now that I've reached the top, is there reason to look down?
knowing that our people don’t care for my frown…
so every day, I set ablaze our "garden of eden"
and in the ashes I sit an pray for our father to see us.

SKAMPOE
01-03-2009, 02:36 PM
Yo, All These Joints Are Fuckin Crazy Sun, Mad Props!

H.Notik
01-06-2009, 05:01 PM
Beyond perfection - I sit atop a moutain staring
glaring at the misconception of greatness an all it's essence
I've painted a fallen message through cloud's dust from comets
but to my dismay, the people reading cant rush the progress...
lush in vomit, the sickness corrupting sonnets
is fixed with resistance through elixirs conducting toxins...
through the minds of minions convinced we must abolish
the futile times of happiness continuing it's rush for promise.
Why? - well...ask yourself the question
did god put us here... to strap our belts with tension?
grasped around the necks of children in search for glory
as apprehension crashes headset's an mutes their story.
...picture a thousand people...man, woman and child
standing atop a building disgusted by looks of the ground
all of a sudden; there ego erupts and wings'll sprout
etching in there skin a destiny concealed in doubt ...
step by step they move together... like lemmings hungry for power
and leap into there end, covered by wax... the sun devoured
so sickening it was to see this, high above the clouds...
but as I looked down, I realized why they say icarus always frowned
bodies fell into a spiral of flesh coated in blood
struggling to contain myself, as the earth began soaking them up...
one by one...souls fled into hysteria
demons grew with hunger as there coffins arose from the mud...
digging through bones...I saw the devil smirk in amazement
pissed that I wasn't apart of the slaughter an his arrangements.
so as I saw him stare at the sky with his disbelievers
I jumped off the moutain top and flipped him the finger...
Wake up - I bet you can hear the alarm...
rarely we're calm...My people this here isn't song...
we've caked up many a profit no matter how feelings were torn
and laced up dealings in closets containing the bomb
BOOM - know the vagrants are gone;
but what happened to peace?
if my nation was strong we'd allow war to rage on the streets
but all was do is race over seas...further corrupting this futile hoax
instead of attacking from inside and constructing a truthful hope
my brothers move an toke...exhale the energy of my words
and pleasantly any enemy will eventually lose there nerve

12weLvE
01-06-2009, 05:43 PM
You da man Notik!!!

Sinapse
01-06-2009, 07:15 PM
Finally, some cats replied lol...I scoped this the first night you were makin the thread, some serious heat in there....not surprising its cats form the audio booth commenting though, I guess the kids in this text forum ain't ready for real lyrics

H.Notik
01-07-2009, 12:37 AM
hell yea...goodLooks. peace to the true.

H.Notik
01-07-2009, 12:38 AM
Believe me…
I’ve been gone awhile. But reading the evening, is easy
Cuz in the dark I see a meeting – Clash. Ebony matter …Ivory
One against the other - though together strength is binding
What ever how ever through any weather….timeless!
Violence… streaked across the air laced in velvet…
Soft touches of deaths glare encased the hell sent
Images made to create thoughts, visions an dreams…
Separating the friendship of adults, kids’n teens –
So crystal clean yet pissed’n mean, were the flicks of light
Struggling for the chance to be fixed within the sights
Of child that’s colorblind though he has an eye for the sky…
An will never grasp the concept of a coloring book –
But he’s enchanted by the darkness a star can provide
The spark in his mind, leaded him to stare at the war
That waged between two colors on the step of gods door
It’s so effortless, fall…downward comes a tear from the night
But as it hit’s his palm it forms into a bird and takes flight
Back into a life in the clouds…safe upon heavens nest
Now it looks down in hopes to see the children blessed
But yet…all I see is frowns, encased in hopeful wishing
Stargazing into midnight reaching for blissful teaching
Handed down from a castaway god, lost was the meaning
Of the sky and the stars, entities who fought to be featured
In the skyline, limelight, high rise into color….
Ever wonder why the night’s sky is black and the stars resemble each other?
It was the struggle…battle, the darkness black…was shackled
Left to stand alone and hoist the stars upon its back, a hassle…
Bestowed upon by those so bright, gods touch - a flame of white
The king to some but devil to many, resting on a blanket night…
So tell me now, oh fair child…who does the sky belong to?
The slaves that hold it up or the stars that shine upon you…
Make a wish and shot the star, then crush its blackened heart
And you might witness a shooting star piercing through the dark –
Was it our lord’s choice to start a war?
Before Africans and Irish god created a star…
Before Mexicans and Asians Jesus slept for our scorn…
So why did this battle of races get waged on steps of there home?
The sky so black and stars shine white – master commanding a slave…
Make a wish my son and go to sleep…so this battle can end in day.

SKAMPOE
01-07-2009, 12:52 AM
dat whole scroll is sick^ but these lines are mu fav,

its like every thing contrdicts its self, man, thats good writting man! shits banannas sun! 1
Images made to create thoughts, visions an dreams…
Separating the friendship of adults, kids’n teens –
So crystal clean yet pissed’n mean, were the flicks of light
Struggling for the chance to be fixed within the sights
Of child that’s colorblind though he has an eye for the sky…
An will never grasp the concept of a coloring book –
But he’s enchanted by the darkness a star can provide

SKAMPOE
01-07-2009, 12:54 AM
Was it our lord’s choice to start a war?
Before Africans and Irish god created a star…
Before Mexicans and Asians Jesus slept for our scorn…
So why did this battle of races get waged on steps of there home?
The sky so black and stars shine white – master commanding a slave…
Make a wish my son and go to sleep…so this battle can end in day

damn!:thumbup:

M.O.D.
01-07-2009, 03:10 PM
Droppin Heat Rocks On These Fucks

H.Notik
01-08-2009, 05:45 PM
I am Heaven.

If all of us bleed, some kind of emotion for life
I guarantee I wouldn’t always be tokin’ the pipe
Just to get away – step away – fade into midnight
With a with weathered gaze spit thunder an let light
Spread forth a sound that fills the mind of an unknown
Corrupt soul it’s what though – bullshit or just flow??
FUCK NO – it’s evolution of one whole
Body and mind elevate into the hallways of time
Speaking with gods yelling FOLLOW ME CHRIST
b/c if all us die please lord let me borrow a dime
or a dollar cuz my thoughts go up in price all of the time

(to speak of such evil drives one mad)

Well I am, my blood brews from Lucifer’s caldron
On my right stands god but his crucifix callin’
On my shoulder rests an angel with a look so appalling
And in my hand holds a cloud that prevents her from fallin’
JUST LET ME GO – if I gotta than I’ll pick desert cove
Hide behind a mirage and weave sandstorms with my flow
Incredible those who mold un-edible souls that hold
The strength of a titan in my heart where it’s bestowed
The dark cherubs who roam for larks, heralds and hoes
Get shot down from the art of a cocked bow and arrow
Magnificent – those with narrow minds listen quick
Confess emotions efficient or be on my demission list
Incisions hit the skin of many, children play in pools of blood
Cuz the water of our earth is to be used by those who love...
Freedom, life, and memories of our time –
Not the treason, strife and enemies of our kind
Though deadly is the rhyme my medley beats your mind
Control is hopeless and one must seek brilliance just to find
Heaven – in a physical form cuz where were living is hell
So when you get up at dawn please let ya spirit rebel’
Against any faith you have and believe in your self
Because we don’t need wings to fly, heavens here on the ground

Look at me…

H.Notik
01-09-2009, 03:23 AM
ayo its I exquisite, tidal flow rhyme precision
the wild style chemist with vials of pure sickness...
I perform exhibits deliver the bone twitching -
skin to bone rippin the click an you drop quick bitch

raw wild, I shape planets they all round
till the stars collide an the sun burns'em - all down
we strong family kick in the door bloaw
with a blunt dro check it son, hydroponic flow

rap geromio hunting for his only god an soul
deep inside a hole covered by dynamite set to blow
I am illness times a million the realness inside a sealent
sign an sell it i'm the feeling you get when the vibe is illing

let'em know, style of destruction breaking the mold
if you listen to the radio maybe you better go...
I sit on a pedestal on my level is pure greatness
a rebel born to meddle with devils ignore satan

destruction for the nation, take a stand an live
dont be patient for the taken is anything that you give
i'll pleasently crack ya ribs, you pop first you hang
neck broke up in the stairwell looking like hussein

I grip the mic deranged apocalyptic explode
lyricism slam the system while searing ya central nodes
no fear in my essence though my spirit a sentinal
sent to tear up any foe while i script the intagible

J.T.S.
01-09-2009, 02:47 PM
ayo its I exquisite, tidal flow rhyme precision
the wild style chemist with vials of pure sickness...
I perform exhibits deliver the bone twitching -
skin to bone rippin the click an you drop quick bitch

raw wild, I shape planets they all round
till the stars collide an the sun burns'em - all down
we strong family kick in the door bloaw
with a blunt dro check it son, hydroponic flow

rap geromio hunting for his only god an soul
deep inside a hole covered by dynamite set to blow
I am illness times a million the realness inside a sealent
sign an sell it i'm the feeling you get when the vibe is illing

let'em know, style of destruction breaking the mold
if you listen to the radio maybe you better go...
I sit on a pedestal on my level is pure greatness
a rebel born to meddle with devils ignore satan

destruction for the nation, take a stand an live
dont be patient for the taken is anything that you give
i'll pleasently crack ya ribs, you pop first you hang
neck broke up in the stairwell looking like hussein

I grip the mic deranged apocalyptic explode
lyricism slam the system while searing ya central nodes
no fear in my essence though my spirit a sentinal
sent to tear up any foe while i script the intagible



What a crazy lyricist here!

Sleep Sinatra
01-11-2009, 10:22 PM
yo Notik u got serious skill homie, the depth and pure lyricism in ya shit is ILL, i'd like 2 hear some solo stuff from u tho , not baggin on ya crew or nuthin i just would really like 2 hear somethin solo from u , respect homie word up

H.Notik
01-22-2009, 10:54 AM
no doubt Sleep. I got the solo joint on the way, just collecting beats right now. thanks....


check

My soul was scorned…
Many years before, I peered through doors’n seared the floor
With such fiery intent…my lion’s heart fizzled beneath the roar
Asleep was all, the people? Gone…nobody home to hear my screams
So I coaxed a fearless dream which toked the air i breathed…
And this is where I’d seen careless scenes, of people dead’n gone
then i retreated to waking life to spread the words of the once born
I preached so often…
Set your own path no matter how hideous the walk is…
Never put a pause on life – there is no fucking video game option.
Always stand tall and proud but remain grounded in modesty…
Whether you’re a kid in the park, or a pre - destined model teen
A freshman tackling varsity or the big man on the court…
Every move you make ultimately alters the future we forge…
Yet it’s either destiny set with exceptions –
Or manifest destiny blessed with no intervention.
That allows a person to neglect the bad things and strive for acceptance.

We walk our own path
Only you can decide…
Whether you want my dreams
Or be yourself on the outside

H.Notik
04-13-2010, 11:05 AM
Leak.
Leave Everyone....Anyone....Killed

his heart was pierced - twin darts harped the air...
the once mighty warrior... now walks with fear.
hand in hand with the devils daughter,
while land and man were left for slaughter..

fallen soldiers accepted the demons offer;
neglected the father and stepped into horror
rejecting apostles then leapt into sorrow...
after agreeing to bring death to tomorrow.

day one.

now an adult, returning from wars long won
the child matures with every step chasing the sun...
embracing the young - greeting the old...
hateful to some...on his way home, the scene would unfold
crossing the land of crosses, axes, battles and bones...
magical knomes surronded the man - not giving much room
while elven archers peered down perched atop mushrooms...
ogres and goblins guarded the inn...
so tired yet so hopeful he started to pardon his way in.
but he did so to his own demise...behold the cries
of boastful lives controled to die by souless binds...

THERE WORLD IS MINE...

night falls

after getting used to the darkening sound...
our hero begins to quietly settle down.
a goblet of honey ale nestles gently in his hand
as he onlooks the company that begins to stare...
thoughts of wonder, pondered... raced across his mind
"do they recognize me?" or think of ways i can die.
wearing a shroud of black mystery, a dwarf approaches
weaving in an out of peasents - the nights sound was boastful
as he sat, the warrior grasped at his chest..
revealing the small medallion bearing his family crest;
now the dwarf, stern in tone.. asked his name and rank
but suddenly stood in suprise, "sorry sire...i must be frank"
but of course..."i thought you had died in the last battle campaign"
the warrior laughed and locked hands with the burly brute...
announcing he has returned to his land and is ready to rule.

"SUCH GREAT NEWS"

day two.

rise my devils an demons and ride into troublesome evenings
now is the time to stop hiding and find all the lovers and heathens..
kill the souls of many and hold the roads bestowing on plenty
the same horrible ending...you once recieved, hunt the dreams
of childrens sleep and fill the street with shrills an screams...

AND WITH THERE BLOOD I WILL FEAST

overlooking the valley where he once played as a kid...
our warrior smiles...
then suddenly begins to worry and shakes his head in denile;
as 2000 troops of the dead march towards the land of no sin.
lead by a wizard thought to be dead..
hell bent on killing women an children, until his bloodlust was fed
the warrior turned now, taking on the role of king and leader..
forests' burned down, all his soldiers gathered in grievence.
doubting there courage...the last battle took many men
20 against 2000 doesnt provide a very good chance...
"sire..what do you bid of us?"
WE FIGHT UNTIL THE END...ONLY TO HEAVEN WE WILL RUN

night falls

with passion they ran, into the valley with swords raised...
only to meet an enemy that would surely deploy pain;
the "great" battle lasted all of 30 seconds...
the wizards legions smirked as they attacked them with vengace..
this time they would not lose...the town now - gone up in flames
as the once mighty warrior seemed to run away.
leaking blood from his chest deserting his people...
accepting his fate - cuz on this night good didnt perish evil.

H.Notik
04-17-2010, 07:10 PM
I’ll gash open my forearm and sail through epiphanies
Specifically, through an ordinary but striking occurrence…
I’ll spit the breeze on lighting and ride through the current
Enticing the sea, but listen…my life’s no deterrent
As I’m guided through this empty pot just dying to stir it
Aligning my courage, guided through fires a furnace
Burns deep within my soul - along with a lion…
Who purrs when its roars been solemnly silenced
In time I’m a servant, never crying but violently searching
Counting away the seconds as my essence retires its purpose…
Reside in the hurt when, my island is corrupted by sirens
Singing songs of simple spells, succulent seductive to eye lids.
But words from a demon can never hold this poet back
I’ll plant stems that store water as my utopia overflows in the cracks…

THE MASON
04-17-2010, 11:26 PM
some ill writtens notik

crazy shit in that last piece

Reside in the hurt when, my island is corrupted by sirens
Singing songs of simple spells, succulent seductive to eye lids.
But words from a demon can never hold this poet back
I’ll plant stems that store water as my utopia overflows in the cracks…

that part flows real dope and ill imagery

BornPower
04-26-2010, 01:04 AM
this is....i have no words that wouldn't say what has already been said. Lookin out for ur album 4sho though.

peace

H.Notik
04-27-2010, 11:13 AM
"Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards. " - Lois McMaster Bujold


one time...
i knocked over my hourglass
hours past..
collecting every single grain,
so my hours last.

but our past is often crass
crude'n unrefined,
abused were students of the mind
with illusions viewed from behind
then used news'n construed' lies
to fools who've walked through life..
without the guidance of father time -
shackled to pictures with tears on our cheek
raffled through visions of fear'n deceit
baffled were children once standing in streets
amass'n decisions to stare at the seeds
who captured attention of parents an dreams
COMPARE AND COMPETE
COMPARE AND COMPETE?
YES
COMPARE AND COMPETE
for care and a seat in hearings of thee
hornorable judge who decides your fate...
to honor'n love a family one day.

one time...
i knocked over my hourglass
hours past..
collecting every single grain,
so my hours last.


to be truthful...
the things of which we aren't used too
are useful...
and used to confuse the mass pupils..
of you who, cherish the moment -
thinking of family'n homes of..
parents and gold BUT..
the gold in actuality are love seats'n sofas
fought over by young teens'n loners -
in homeless shelters comforting no-one
and SO ON and SO ON - SOOOOOOOOOOO LONG
i'm so gone.
an orphan soul with no place to call home.



one time...
i knocked over my hourglass
hours past..
collecting every single grain,
so my hours last.
next time...
i knock over my hourglass
i will laugh...
letting every single grain,
fall through the cracks
in hopes my hours pass

H.Notik
04-29-2010, 11:09 AM
the streets is fucked up

bums in dumpsters with rum cups
smelling like dump trucks and drinking to their dumb luck
nights are cold so cats lump up, slumped in torn rags
clutchin they small bags hoping to puff on long drags
they all have, scars from glass, needles and razors
crack is the savior, mixed with a heroin flavor
which dictates behavior, greed turns sons to fiends
cats flash guns for green then snatch drugs and weed
the cash runs the scene and make men mean and heartless
chicos without padres seek violence regardless
shit is madness, as cats get respect being the hardest
fuck a mother's sadness, Kids get murked at they address
the fact is, streets just dont tolerate shit
act a born-again snitch and ya gonna get hit
you either fall or get fit, law of the jungle is ghetto
for survival be prepared to strap the steel to your belt, yo
you wanna see your wealth grow? back your chips with hollow tips
tight game and talking slick dont help much when the fo'fo click
aint no time to politik, cant afford to ask questions
the street is a force not to be reckoned,the source of hard lessons
and the hard become legends, tougher life means bigger knocks
but until the killing stops...

the streets is ill as fuck

THE MASON
04-29-2010, 11:58 AM
one time...
i knocked over my hourglass
hours past..
collecting every single grain,
so my hours last

dope scripts Notik, these lines are real deep

MosHigh
05-05-2010, 11:49 AM
"Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards. " - Lois McMaster Bujold


one time...
i knocked over my hourglass
hours past..
collecting every single grain,
so my hours last.

but our past is often crass
crude'n unrefined,
abused were students of the mind
with illusions viewed from behind
then used news'n construed' lies
to fools who've walked through life..
without the guidance of father time -
shackled to pictures with tears on our cheek
raffled through visions of fear'n deceit
baffled were children once standing in streets
amass'n decisions to stare at the seeds
who captured attention of parents an dreams
COMPARE AND COMPETE
COMPARE AND COMPETE?
YES
COMPARE AND COMPETE
for care and a seat in hearings of thee
hornorable judge who decides your fate...
to honor'n love a family one day.

one time...
i knocked over my hourglass
hours past..
collecting every single grain,
so my hours last.


to be truthful...
the things of which we aren't used too
are useful...
and used to confuse the mass pupils..
of you who, cherish the moment -
thinking of family'n homes of..
parents and gold BUT..
the gold in actuality are love seats'n sofas
fought over by young teens'n loners -
in homeless shelters comforting no-one
and SO ON and SO ON - SOOOOOOOOOOO LONG
i'm so gone.
an orphan soul with no place to call home.



one time...
i knocked over my hourglass
hours past..
collecting every single grain,
so my hours last.
next time...
i knock over my hourglass
i will laugh...
letting every single grain,
fall through the cracks
in hopes my hours pass

this is some heavy shit....nice piece