A Thread for Rap

[MagsJ]

well, i'm irish and italian and i'm not magical and can't sing opera. SO WHAT.

can you rhyme for nights, Magsj?

No!

There's a tune that says 'I've got rhymes for days', but I ain't Arc, but I love rap music, but just can't rhyme myself so I'll just be a groupie instead

[Arcturus Descending]

well, i'm irish and italian and i'm not magical and can't sing opera. SO WHAT.

can you rhyme for nights, Magsj?

No!

There's a tune that says 'I've got rhymes for days', but I ain't Arc, but I love rap music, but just can't rhyme myself so I'll just be a groupie instead

stop setting such limits on yourself, Magsj. You have a vocabulary in your brain. pick any word and make it ryhme. you can do this. then just sit and think put an image to it and feelings to it...and then just do it. I know that you can.

the lady is an english lass
with all together too much sass
of course she says she cannot rhyme
to me she's lazy, what a crime

now let's begin to do this right
unless you really want to fight
put down your tea and concentrate
and afterwards we'll celebrate

[MagsJ]

stop setting such limits on yourself, Magsj. You have a vocabulary in your brain. pick any word and make it ryhme. you can do this. then just sit and think put an image to it and feelings to it...and then just do it. I know that you can.

the lady is an english lass
with all together too much sass
of course she says she cannot rhyme
to me she's lazy, what a crime

now let's begin to do this right
unless you really want to fight
put down your tea and concentrate
and afterwards we'll celebrate

hahaha, love it!

...you can ryhme for days Arc

[Jakob]

Has anyone recorded any of this? I'm not exactly a musician, but I enjoy making beats for this sort of stuff. Simple and quick:
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8668991

A slow one for waterfall rhymes:
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8318042

This is a philosophical rap in dutch that I did recently...
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8350609

By the way, does anyone know what happened to Three Times Great?

[Wonderer]

on the street the fiends meet, scheming for a better way,
to get paid and re-up and re-fuck their lives,
along with the ghetto,
whose self induced pathological lies will be exposed like Geppetto,
with fallen metal when your minds struck in a mental,
loop loosely choosing rudely used wordy confusing new
learnings to get my message through to you stripling bitches
your mind is your own snitch and not long before you get pinched-
-you'll stop running from the siren and realize that the night is ignorance.
Hiding from yourself is destructive to your own wealth
And in doing so you fuck up shit for everyone else
so unless you buck up bitch and get on some self help
keep diluting before you end up on the toilet smelling like Elvis smelt taking his last shit.

My fishy rhymes spin dimes and split crimes with no signs, parallels with no lines, packaged and sent out only in Trord Fucks

[PavlovianModel146]

I liked your rap, but what's a Trord fuck?

[Wonderer]

Ford Trucks...

[PavlovianModel146]

I like it.

[Wonderer]

well thank ye'.

I find myself sitting down a fussing over an opening line for so long that i choose not to write anything entirely. It seems that when i just let things flow they take their own shape.

I like this one too, partly because it is easily read, partly because it has wit, and partly because it has real and relevant meaning.

(i find it hard to self glorify in raps, which accounts for 99% of mainstream lyrics)

[Wonderer]

My parables are terrible,

Like Babylon I leave your mind cut up and devoured by cannibals,

And as the cloth wipe their mouths begins the unbearable,

Hysterical laughter of the satanical clerical,

Preaching rapture to catch you, survival through lack of sin,

The revival ship's come in, while you rot in the pasture your pastor wins,

God enslaves you at a young age, your life taken,

Even when your used up you can't accept you'll die forsaken,

This shit only hastens complacence,

Like a maggoty corpse putting into your children the fear of the lord,

That bewildering loop wielding that classic and dogmatic righteous sword

From gore to whores the libelous bible uses and abuses disciples with lore

Which only confuses to induce a lewd mind state of core hatred for any aberration,

In those not working the spiritual plantation,

Your minds facing time in a cell, like covert terrorism blindly installing itself

Causing you to lose control of yourself and hate our freedoms

Like blaming demons screaming inside bleeding, internally wounded

Inflicted fools with desperation I deter terminally,

Ill thoughts is what I express while shutting you down permanently,

I'll have your ideals tested when it comes to chasing the festered scribblings of a desert

But you waste your life like children feeling pestered, refusing lessons like a jester

My conquest affects ya so self delude and reminisce or get artistic and cut your ear off to accept this

The difference between your ideas and mine is that when none care my ideas go nowhere and you're left on the street,

Hard up with no wares doing what rats dare bleeding for a new dope chair like Conan and Leno scheming for corporate welfare.

[Jakob]

that's awesome. That would fit a RZA beat. It's also nice to see the lines devided like this, gives more idea of the timing.

[matthatter]

Awesome thread! Can't believe I JUST discovered it.


Ima join this spittin circle just as long as we aren't jerks;
I only launch my pearls in oysters--I don't flaunt em like the Turks.
I aint no damn designer--I know blue, yellow and red:
Humpty Dumpty sees an asian rump, the native stump revs.

--Is that Satanic? Ought I try to find the break and slam it?
The Jinn en side is guiding me to find my Seoul and jam it.
"It just aint safe to aim your plane into a stranded abyss!"
Hell no to rugs de orient, I fly for landing strips.