Skyscraperz

[BornPower]

Some of us as lyricists have a habit of building sandcastles on the beach and gettin mad when the waves wash away hours of work. What if we put away the buckets and small spades and brought out the cranes and scaffolds? I'm callin for some solidarity among those of us that shine with the brightest rays of hip hop. Let's build a skyscraper of dartz here, razor sharp edges honed on the bones of the ignorant.

If you feel me then let's build our towers not of Babel, but of ledges known.


I brewed music single-celled
with some old boots and skinned fingernails
the preacher absorbs ether and teaches in hell
previously a sleeper cell for evil welled
see The Ring, hear the bells
Eddy P's tale of tells breaks bookcases and faces fell
my breath chases shells from their chambers
with a dangerous case of halitosis
the culprit's prose scripts enslaved were sewn in with bolts stripped
my foes exist in coded prints, the codefence a broken pen
a show of strength, an openin
here's hopin either foes or friends extend this opus' length

[444trumpets]

Keep Building!!

[BornPower]

even if my flesh
the essence of edges known
were to fall from my bones, rotten
my flow would still drop into the ocean
floatin to the top, skulls grin sinister
circuits stitched with scriptures
witnesses remember little of what happened
a conquerin command buried under sub-saharan sands
I take no gambles and plan hands of spades in advance
you a prisoner to a black lance
the savage pen in my black hand
packaged by practicality and a lack of cheese
attacks with cents against gimps lackin sense
come back and defend yourself
how can you put cracks in cement when you always sprintin to the hotel?
so what if it's gonna smell?
even the slowest shells get spent and cross the finish
this assault was different to show yall an old buildin
I am one of many soldiers children
emotional killers of millions
chilling exhibitionists, controlled
honed on stones whisperin
move forward and hold position
I lost roles to poles and foldin strips
my whole allowance down to fifty cents
(sorry, small change gets me pissed)
sorry, can't bill me for filthy prints
no television scripted evidence technitian bullshit can put lenses on my presently tense composition experiment

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Okay You Skel Ya Shit Is Fire

[MASTER PAI MEI]

no television scripted evidence technitian bullshit can put lenses on my presently tense composition experiment

efficient impairment the vicious compared with,
a death grip scissor lift the method,
manipulated mayhem monotone days pan,
or oscillate from fossil fuels that intoxicate,
we watch as mother earth is rocked and raped,
this future holds a toxic fate,
cuz' we stopped caring and don't relate,
to nature with made up plastic behavior...

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by bigben

efficient impairment the vicious compared with,
a death grip scissor lift the method,
manipulated mayhem monotone days pan,
or oscillate from fossil fuels that intoxicate,
we watch as mother earth is rocked and raped,
this future holds a toxic fate,
cuz' we stopped caring and don't relate,
to nature with made up plastic behavior...

back glistenin
I never lack discipline in back stiffenin labours
my spliffs are split with razors
bags spilt are blasted and ashes drift later
sadness drips in craters
so called savages attend the last sacred places
desecrated by ignorance
betrayed, the vigilant are imprisoned
my description is the christian's vision of the end of days
invisible, the indivisible never gets to pray
evidence of existence is still the biggest debate
this plague is a living, independent flame
a witless slave, content with a pittance unpaid
my vengeance rages
penmanship flagrant, dip twin blades in the sage's dissertation
this section's a sprint in spittin creative
impressed with a killer's depth
detectives checked his prints against the printed page
a frustrated witness to castration straps waist and waits with an infinite blaze

[Lil' Ruger]

build a new sears tower to be the emblem of hip-hop's power
im tryna empower the cowards cuz i only got 24 hours
i devoured knowledge and over came tribulations
meditate with infinite patience ive been waiting
for decades when my tech spray your rhymes decay
my gun play will one day be passed on im great
ate with guerillas and associate with the same likes
high as a kite still write with the same might
the same fingers same pen and the same mindstate it just elevated
from the grain ive never deviated
i give a fukk wat u skeezers made bitch
imperial styles my rhymes are vile its what i need to take the title
throw in the towel because your finished
keystyle freestyles diminish you minute stack
you rap about ya crack nigga ya wack
i dont even handle dollaz like that i aint frontin
tryna get my hustle on but its producin nuttin
already sayin fukk school and i aint the type for college
but how could a 14 year old spit with so much knowledge?
niggas say my raps are mindless i say there timeless
but half you niggas wouldnt tell me Your spineless
im always gettin picked up no matter what the crime is
young black and unguided undecided whether or not my emotions are undevided
my tears are all gone from lack of use this the truth
never spit like this in a minute gettin loose
now what you gonna do the clock has stopped
you talk about the rocks you got nigga thats awful ock
its killbot if u dont comprehend change ya frequency
dont ever let no nigga tell u wat u need to be
i seem to be just another NIGGER
who talks about figures and pulls triggers on other NIGGERS
and how bout you like nas dont you wanna be a nigger to
this is the realest ive spit in ages flippin packs like books and pages
im amazed with hot laced darts the common white folk disregard our art
now im a part of a new movement its not a movement just lookin for change
the word NIGGER still here thats not our name call us michael rasheed or Darius
and we all the same stop havin whites compared to us
i fukk a white bitch or black bitch i dont have preconceived notions
im deep like the ocen spittin a verbal potion and ill end it on this bar
it dont matter the color of the bitch my dick still get hard.

[ChristO]

okay, exactly. buildings up...
...the oasis, I'm former nois [noi soldier]
recreated to form a noise to warn the toys
what God's word in-the-flesh is
shit metal turds from a tech spit
whoever nervous, I'm just sick
of the world, here's a message, you can text me
word, I'm a' be born, write as a lefty
got a skeleton crew, closets is empty
headed to a safe or some pockets to empty
the righteous might just light up the night shift
wired for sound? the mic hover 'round the tight lips
...don't slip, banana clips might unload on shit
if any fat lip can't hold back the load of shit...
...buildings up...reconstruction...battling if shit ain't building right...showcase distinction, modus operandi, eat from ya' soil...debt owed, attempt to cover-up truth untold...protocol, I be the pro to col...open & shut...morpheus, this neo...the matrix, hip-hop israel...
1974...been holy war...how'd they never figure why I came so hard in my delivery...

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by ChristO

what God's word in-the-flesh is
shit metal turds from a tech spit
whoever nervous, I'm just sick
of the world, here's a message, you can text me
word, I'm a' be born, write as a lefty
got a skeleton crew, closets is empty
headed to a safe or some pockets to empty
the righteous might just light up the night shift
wired for sound? the mic hover 'round the tight lips
...don't slip, banana clips might unload on shit
if any fat lip can't hold back the load of shit...
...buildings up...reconstruction...battling if shit ain't building right...showcase distinction, modus operandi, eat from ya' soil...debt owed, attempt to cover-up truth untold...protocol, I be the pro to col...open & shut...morpheus, this neo...

this is what I be talkin about! shittin metal turds...lol

[BornPower]

Begin the invasion
my pen, tense but disciplined in his station drips impatient
the ship's captain paces
within the matrix the yin and yang are raised simultaneous
plugged in and racin
hallways of agents, assimilation a narrowly evaded fate
updates, spells and oracles
my mind is propelled forward
shells spelled with mortars carry orders
barely older than fairly prepared soliers
my shoulders brush both sides of the trenches
flows divide and crush spineless regiments
my mind printed and flyin spit offer plenty of evidence
the proper remedy is excellence
intellegent settlers collect thoughts and common sense
hip hop is sicker than coughs and sniffs but her prophet is cents
and Nas' profitin product told us the coffin exists
my pockets thin adopted locksmith properties
hot topics in the streets are really lettuce heads walkin with heat
talkin quick, droppin teeth rotten
the politics of key pawns topplin your overconfidence
dawn of the apocalypse
targets harvested are chopped by corporate pockets then marketed as toxic problem solvers
sponsors sharpen harpoons and pencils
I play guitars with darts, the sharpest instumentals
assault cartons of stencils
it's the simplest arts that get farthest hidden from view
interviews with cardinals and kremlins continue
I get sick reviews from pardoned criminals
starship missiles imprint missives with visuals
critical mass when this gripped pen hits the pad

[Bigot Hitman]

Consider one fourth of my thoughts
Get a life long of morals and ethics at the cost, of happiness//
Now look at the sore you've opened
From where you didn't know you were hurt
Couldn't even tell the surface was broken//
But mental confusion is the worst
When realized and embraced
Drops you a couple "places back" in "any race"//
Knowledge is useless if u can't apply it in life
Its like hooks that never touched the water
Some hide it despite,//
Have'in the power to move boulders
From infront of cave entrances
But the mind that controlls them
Is drow'in in senselessness//
Like a young teen paddle'in down the "main-stream"
Stunt'in his or her's conscious growth
I'd give any promise or oath...//
To have a boat or ship like noah and save those stagnant
Unless they got strong anchors
And i'd have to say most haven't//

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by Bigot Hitman

Consider one fourth of my thoughts
Get a life long of morals and ethics at the cost, of happiness//
Now look at the sore you've opened
From where you didn't know you were hurt
Couldn't even tell the surface was broken//
But mental confusion is the worst
When realized and embraced
Drops you a couple "places back" in "any race"//
Knowledge is useless if u can't apply it in life
Its like hooks that never touched the water
Some hide it despite,//
Have'in the power to move boulders
From infront of cave entrances
But the mind that controlls them
Is drow'in in senselessness//
Like a young teen paddle'in down the "main-stream"
Stunt'in his or her's conscious growth
I'd give any promise or oath...//
To have a boat or ship like noah and save those stagnant
Unless they got strong anchors
And i'd have to say most haven't//

I was about to single out the lines that I liked the most, but this is a not a pie to pieced together or dissected. nice work Hitman

[ChristO]

close to the 5th element, obama for a black president
I’m back to hell again, osama for the next terrorist
money’s on the books, I make money off the books
met israel halfway, I made money out of crooks
judas [iscariot] gotta’ still be given up, fuck the looks
[at me] like “who this nigga?” all talk, but all y’all is shook
the fuck on up, yup, al-jihad, try to book
I got a map, she got a back bone in her bottom half
lol, wanna’ keep this shit up? well, oh well
any war I can speak it up, my own detail
figure eights on thin ice with me
what’s a wife to me
I’m a lefty nigga, she gotta’ be right for me
day and night for me, not day-to-night on me
but such is life homey, but who paid the price homey
gave up his life, homey...ether gon’ let me live
as I define shit, or give up ya’ wife, homey
since ever since whoever thinking it’s sweet
blink and it’s sleep, no mention of me
‘cause I fought what you thought I was, whether you right
I’m not what you thought I was, I got a life
this s.p. nigga got a conviction like carl upchurch
soon to be outta’ prison, my bul upchurch
what bonsall first? time will tell most-of-all
philadelphia experimentation? ghosts to y’all
check xxl? why downsize philly’s significance
shit like that should get pistol-whipped
but philly can’t kill me more than it did
shii, brotherly love been on some other shit [since the bible]
...and the heist been on since ya’ mothers had you
world, if you want peace with us, pay the ransomes...
...this what it is. kuts pick up on skeleton crew...I'm working layers...lol, to the land of lincoln...protocol, I be the pro to col. peace/piece. those who ain't s'posed to won't know what to go to. buildings up...open&shut...the work is nice...5th...

[Bigot Hitman]

Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton

I was about to single out the lines that I liked the most, but this is a not a pie to pieced together or dissected. nice work Hitman

Thanx much

[BornPower]

targets acquired, shark attired
spark spirals in the night
the marksman of minds combines with dark conspirers
call me Darth Virus
my darts are alive, eyes attracted to spinal taps
magnetized, I shine brightly in the tranquil eyes of madness
cry inside, our TVs guide the trials of blackness
their vile lights track our kidz
tribesmen sit back laughin, passive in the passage of time's ticking dragon
their "backwards" innocence is our sadness
another trackless wilderness is cashed in
I am Jack's lack of passion
you all talk while I'm Brad in action
stashes in the attic, handcrafted soaps packaged
explosive chokeholds until bones crack
drop stones on brokebacks
properly honed, poems grow into crops of gold stacks
foes fold under focused attacks
shoulders boulder from the facts' atlas treatment
bronze-skinned demons feast on crabs creepin
savage and evil, I pass peaceful between patches of math dreams