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A.i
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*Click one of ^those to check out my music and shit
The real hiphop....thats easy Big pun, Big L
back when emcee's was rockin it well
Kool G Rap, Rakim they was straight slammin
Run DMC, they had nation parks jammin
Common, Kweli, cant forget Mos Def
Wu Tang, Raekwon...the ghetto chef
2pac & biggie gone to soon
Hiphop reborn with papoose and sagion enter the room
my favorite has to be Nasir Jones
KRS1 layed the blueprint on the microphone........something simple
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The Dragon Slayer
and the picture is my avatar...or sig
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The Dragon Slayer
Looking like he's been unleashed, but he's considered my victim
Asked him why he's mad after I said the beast is not in him
Oh my gossssh, fiery hands! As if water wouldn't work
He has confidence in his heat 'til I put it out with a squirt
He can drag his balls, sleep... Pluralize the Z, & let em hang (zzz)
But, once he wakes up to defeat, it's my toes jammed in his frame
Feel he's very Super,Saying he's the better dueller? Cell it to losers
I'm not buying it, he's quite a bitch, a male that's been neutered
Let me school ya, cuz your prob'ly scared of him or admire dogs visuals
but all his aggression's compensating for, EVEN the fires not in him
You know the guy who shows his pride in whoever is on his side
It comes to standing up being a man, he's hunched over or owns no spine
Hi Quantity | I'm Quality
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Eyes see you,
I've 5 orifices for my soul to bleed thru
Defective at birth scourge of the earth
Even to my mother I seem lude
Intruding social norms - scrutiny bruising my soul
Present day I'm losing control, torn asunder - unwhole
This crown of thrones which I hold,
Perched upon my head, a Christ reborn deformed
Cast out without apostle - by nature forlorn
My pain is colossal. A monument to loneliness
Can't even get play from a phony bitch
I'm lynched by my damned appearance - Satan's apprentice
Soul singes from relentless flames
I cannot cast this burden back from whence it came
By beauty's standard whipped and maimed
Enchained by want for acceptance
I am a slave in essence,
Forgotten since adolescence,
Fuck the why and how questions...
Just know that,
Eyes see you,
I've 5 orifices for my soul to bleed thru
And as it seeps, hues turn to dark gray
From the brightest blues
I've slit my wrists to end this shit - ready to fade
My tombstone will read : here lies the 5 eyed man
He was slain by his shame...
Use my sig
EL CHE
AI
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Calm and cool, puffing on a cigar thinking,
They've been stringing a plot putting steam in a pot
trying put me in a spot sinking.
It's him or me, and I won't stop scheming
until somebody's in a box sleeping.
The taste of a Cuban cigar's relieving
putting my mind in a state obediant.
Any mistake rethink it, no room to hesitate
just wait for it all to fall in place, defeat them.
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my guys would go to war for me, no doubt, I know it's true
any day we could end up in a coffin, its why i tell them "always wear a suit"
first too shoot, we'll grab a dame and end up at a fancy spot
a life in the mob, fuck the rest not even worried about the cops
bank robbers, heavy hands & runnin moonshine
grab the riches leave the bitches will be gunnin in no-time
the fast life, the highs and lows never getting another chance
its a test of fate and around it we always dance
we lost John today.... my guys go to war for me its true
but John always looks best in his wide leg pinstripe suit..
“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”
― Oscar Wilde
there were eleven of us. bunked in bomb shelters
barrack holds peace of mind; outside, the war swelters
swords melted to small pellets ripping through flesh
as hoards of lords of war relishes; publishing death
sentences - indoctrinating mind of the meek
defining a siege; inspiring, in time will defeat
a purpose, while enemies savor the spoils
but the present presents the remnants of the raids and the toil
Last edited by Sammy; November 12th, 2015 at 08:51 PM
A generation wasted
selfie pictures of self-deprivation
numb and complacent
hidden behind filtered gazes
they forget to save face
so they display emojis in their place
making a business of hate
underpaid servants create
machines to infiltrate
use info to intimidate
I'm in a sickened state,
A rotten apple,
with a poisoned taste.
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It was a bright sunny day.. Then I started to rhyme
The lines my mind would design would create storms and bend timelines when performed
A tornado erupted from the stage, had niggaz ducking the grave, but stuck in the matrix
Could give two fucks how you take it, would say what's up to your Grandma Naked
Then yelled "Well fuck you then bitch" cuz she faking
Might even whoop her ass like I'm Tadoe, then would whoop her ass again if she makes a statement
What I say hoe.. but the focus is on the picture that sits on a fixture in my mind
Lightning strikes every time I type a line, I'm the type of Lion that destroys those who lie
Let em' lye in a pool the same color as the sky
The flashes clashes so there's nowhere to hide when you dash inside trying to stay alive
Now I must ask to take a 5...
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I never really got into Stevo King,
Not because I don't read no things,
Just because anyone in the pockets that he goes in,
Raises my suspicions they might have joined a pedo ring,
But despite the fact he's probably noncing babies,
I checked a synopsis of the pages and it's about an attack by a dog with rabies,
I'm guessing cujo is what it's name is,
Ruff situation, but when contemplated,
My reaction to the description is: non-elated,
As a theme for a book, probably not the greatest
Also - the reason I think this threads gone dry isn't because the concepts not hype, it's a bit of a ball ache with the pics uploading them online, on a phone browser you've got to switch to a desktop site, download from one place then reupload to a next one like imgbb.com and when you're finished it feels like you've spent all night
Last edited by Bag Mandela; May 12th, 2021 at 02:43 PM
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I always lusted over my neighbor with the fair blue hair
My mind impaired, as I fantasized about an unadulterated affair
One day she was in despair, her sultry voice pleaded as her Frigidaire may need repair
She escorted me thru her home, evading obstacles as we were playing Double Dare
I wasn’t prepared when she secured my hand and advanced upstairs
Passionate kissing, tearing under wears until we were completely bare
Her carpet matched the drapes if anyone cares
Smoking cougar on the street, as I live thru her husband’s worst nightmare
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were living in a post apocalyptic world, where nuclear warfare is the norm
bombs and ammunition rain down from the sky and every night there is a nuclear storm
the buildings are burning, mother nature is hurting, and there is no God no one is converting
a faithless world has become a living hell, death, disease, and destruction is everywhere
mankinds population is dwindling they are the cause of their own delf destruction, clouds of smoke fill the air
despair! despair! cries the fourth apocalypse horseman it's a living nightmare!
Is what they see, what I see?
A blank screen; expired link?
...a fresh canvas maybe as well,
One I can't even manage without HTML.
Or a well tucked blanket-less bed,
After the Cascading un-Styled Sheet.
Not a footprint disturbs this tundra,
A place full of elves,
Parading behind the scenes.
I look at these words, & for what?
They're the gang on the shelves,
Praying a blind man reads.
But with time comes peace,
A stale plaque to lay praise?
Or a slime on your teeth.
The growth & decay of stillness...
Like a square glass of my namesake,
Before it transpires to cheese.
Walk wit me as you gaze upon me, simply I stay lost to stray off
seeing cloud white and powder blue blanket over complete chaos
just a grain of sand for complexity is garnered through displays
the eye notices, I know this is few and far in between
as is the space I see from this giant rock to my feet
thinking as I drift like whips in Tokyo, drifting off even deeper in thought
gotta snap out of it, so used to using excuses far to often
cause real talk, Houston we have a problem
i'm being stared at through a window by some prick
a supposed captain who ejected me off the ship
bet he use valor to explain it away as an accident
about now that 4.3 GPA don't even mean shit
out here floatin', and i'm feeling a little space sick
make sure captain know
I was banging his wife, that bitch wit the fake tits
them ain't even his kids, no shit, dare him to ask Maury Povich
been fuckin' five years going on six
guess I had to get mine if he got his
and that's it
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