A Thread for Rap

[Wonderer]

A thread for rap is happenin', strappen' in children
then blasten em' to see the moonbats-fuck this new jack-
swing, your blingy zingy chingy thingy is infiltrated like spies
and once your leader dies of opine verbal expression
tested and molested through a burning tree;
without divine communication your an emotional abomination
this mental castration is leaving you lactating physically raped
your about to give birth and what's worse is first ya sniffed dirt
your hearth induced mirth signifies demons lies wielding scythes
reaping lives of ignorance belligerently it's hegemonic
these times of disguised manipulation like cries left out/
forgotten lies arise like the dead sea scrolls
written by an old chode looking to control hoes
pimps of the pasta mob dons and grass smokin Rastas
mines faster than Pastor your Master/Spiritual healer or Spell caster
dastardly bastardy i'll impregnate fastily
nastily your psychotic ovary from Scotia Novary
so loathe-ily give up the naggary/douchebaggary
narrowly avoiding taro readings and pharaohs poisonings
just toy with things it brings joy like a childs story
gorey and bloody or weak and fluffy shit might be an enemy of study
but when conclusions are used muddy ruddy logic can just confuse
most abuse this and loose that fine balance, denied talents
given mallets and Mona Lisa outlined recreation empty pallets
just like PR specialists do with ballots; who will it be this time
Miss fine? or Mister Crime Stopper? Line Hopper, Conservative grasshopper?
Your votes worthless any way you cast it, this shit's fascist
because you're too stupid to run your life, the worlds strife
results from your servitude, your pleasure seeking crude
greedy inconsideration of national socialism/"coast-to-coast"alism
boast and roast-alism, and while young hopefulsare going postal,
shooting up colleges on promisesmade to themselves,
induced by a failed egocentric delusion
that the world is not abusive which is inconducive
to success/passing tests, while we rest, the elite fest and jest
your nest egg vanishes because we're being farmed
charmed chickens in rain next alarmed bitches in pain

you would be insane not to express your disdain
but like most mental slaves you're all politically lame.

[PavlovianModel146]

Wonderer,

Is that a no?

[Three Times Great]

Got off work sick today, that was fun. anyway here is what i have produced in about 2 hours of listening to instrumental hip hop beats.

i'll take that as an acceptance rap Three Times Great, here is my impromptu reply

Time to clear this noise with three great gunshots/pop in your brain
because my disdain with society trifles me into a secluded delusion
where everybody is stupid and confused, contently abused
i'm doing you a favor because that blissful nothingness
is more enjoyable and employable than your current existence
you don't know who you've fucked with when the quiet one eludes you
comes back and screws you, to an idea of sacrifice, yes your own religious tripe
since kindergarten your life, has been an indoctrination of strife
rife with fanatical fantastical shit, straight pedanticalness,
because when you stuff me with straw and blaa about my flaws
you miss the mark like robin hoods neglected nephew
too tired to try too snide to cry like your woman left your bitch ass
it's snitch asses and arrogant dandies making quick passes/like ignorance
your mind flies past anything which gives you pause, using jackdaws and
big sphinx's of quartz/you stare into your own ideas and see a wall
and shortly feel pain designed to distract you, to enact from within
but this chin test got you bested like i molested you with sin
cause in this capitalist game i will blame you, frame and shame you
your blind ideology of trade is fading into a recession, a caused depression,
politics i address, but politicians say bless this mess, buttons causing stress
how the fuck can you play chess if you don't see the board
they reward you for apathy while crappily destroying things like ford
for profits across the board, while the horde of bored who once adored
the elite ward, who abhor our lives, face it we're simply lesser guys,
slaves and thralls, concubines mental toy dolls or army men
"how can we harvest them?" and condemn and then produce Eminems
shit trends designed to enthrall and mob you, of your mind and wallet
so go watch some teletuby news/drink some booze/take a cruise
fuck this ruse go on and use your twisted views/but while you snooze
you don't know who's in control/which defuses power from the people
so get a soap box and stand in front of the christian steeple, of ivory
the irony is that in your confusion you are what you hate, allergic to failure
inevitably leads to cheating, psychotic bleating of narrow minded readings
delusions of fairness impeding awareness you should know that everyone for themselves
leads to all for one and one for all, and yes i know there are plenty of examples
of rags to riches but we know that the majority get's trampled, how many succeed?
how many don't? so end your gloating as you are floating on debris but all you see
is the chance to collect more and sloppily fight a monopoly/an illusion
the enemy in my allusions is none other than you/ the pontificating mentally castrating
fusion of patriotism and football politics, and fucked up murderous dramatics
your kind would have us go feudal with a mascot as a poodle,
one king controlling the kit and caboodle you fuckin pseudonym of ego
leggo my eggo with your dam show of lamb/foe/blood flow just throw
your misconceptions out the door/stop snoring/soaring in your boring delusions of scoring,

you perceive me as lazy yet crazy for swimming up stream
you dream while i scream, while socialism is less obscene
than your finished allegories never employed; destroyed
i don't idolize god or society, i blame you, you lead to people like me.
this shit hasn't changed for decades, while you burn straw men
they make money, and it ain't funny when they invest in distractions
you think you are holier than Mary's contractions, metaphorically
what's metaphysical is your illusion that a free trade system can ever be free

fuck a minority?

this rap battle concept lost sight from the onset
you aint gonna succeed quiet in such a riot of nonesense
your mind exposed as confused deluded seclusion
wasted drags like you worshipping red flags of abusin you
what we need now here is another Final Solution too
for your masochistic errant bullshit overbearing confusion
your ontology dismissive of facts but always submissive to raps
that flow heavy from mine sick words subverting your rhymes
no matter whatever objective lies behind your dualist indoctrination
drop that shit bitch learn to stand on your own hesitation
ILP aint no fantasy paints no utopia happily
an online family is just needy childish insanity
go get a life, and while youre at it, grab a fuckin clue too
cause bitch you cant touch me, ill always be Greater than you
an emphatically democratically degenerate electorate
your sins diffuse through you the accused effeminate
implicitly complicit liars hide their desiring
from campfire conspiring to evade the social masquerade
ill ask again the same charade you play out daily pays out maybe
once a lifetime fading lame see grime you aimly curse this slime
of bullshit worse absurd excuses stole it first from your Confucious
God sees through this more than ever store but never rob the vender
or, forever careful score an err, implore to beg him spare
your weakened state dream on irate to speak in reasons far too late
to save your fate it seems your screams intrigue me to eviscerate
that little hope you held to sell through careful that it not compel you
to a mirror see here clearer scripted your apocalyptic
vision reflected sums up your complextion of whining subjection find time for erection
of principles, moronic what you thought id rhyme erotic?
to make it easy for your mental fog as if im just one more Snoop Dogg?
i refuse to pursue such a idiot excuse 'cause im a one that you will never subdue
just bow down now exactly how i make you cower is my power
over you and nature too you wait but cant escape your hate
by patience or regurgitations oldschool rhyming lost its time in
ninety-five at shows you werent even alive while i was spying hoes
thats just how it goes i rap back to the top its just a fact that you cant stop what i got
this spot i earn on merit stare if you dare compare your cabfare stories
to my glory im Great bitch if you cant take shit walk away back to that 8 mile track
you pretend youre from but we just laugh at your poser ass
your not fooling anyone especially yourself another tool i subdue and rule just to earn my wealth
as if i need more G's please just leave and take your shity mp3s
with you we dont need your music fakes or your shitty video MPEGs
just tail between the legs and run away from this game you cant stand my image of fame
i got this on lockdown bitch fuck i dont even need to rhyme this shit
go take your lame ass tricks back to the social sciences garbage threads
leave the real men to this business you cant step up to this
you dont even know how to rap youve always sucked from the beginning
no talent and no one cares were all so sick of you already
seriosuly, just get the fuck outta here.

[Wonderer]

Wonderer,

Is that a no?

lol, you had me sold on the ghost thread idea, it is a yes, you can move the thread

[Wonderer]

i'll be cooking up something special for you three times great.

[PavlovianModel146]

Wonderer,

Is that a no?

lol, you had me sold on the ghost thread idea, it is a yes, you can move the thread

Thanks, Wonderer!

THIS THREAD HAS BEEN MOVED TO ART & MUSIC PER WONDERER'S PERMISSION

[Wonderer]

Three Times Great your rhymes are Three Times late,
filled with childish hate, your mental masturbation's and
menstruations only serve to dilute and convolute
your understanding of self to increase your nerve,
so i'm servin up a rude dish for this crude fish
who calls me effeminate the celibate degenerate halibut
mentally exiled to Iqaluit for fuckin with
egocentrism which creates his prison;
intellectual pollution a prism of illusion and delusion
his confusion projected like profits from the infusion
of military interests, here no americans interject
fucking obsessed; sex like a compulsive disorder,
in your own ideology i am the warder
of your fate and despite your berations/
simple debate quakes you and abates you so i await you
to bait you/ sedate you/and take you
to your own altar and desecrate you
your own irate faith will deflate you,
you view clues through an askew hugh fucking monacle
you maniacal megalomaniac, fanatical sabbatical taking
mathematically problematical grammatically incorrect
bastard your lucky my disinterest spares you the embarrassment,
and harrasment cause when i confront you,
you front and you stunt, a couple blunt grunts
shunted like manure-you runt, get back in the sewer
you live in fanatasy land with that Ayn Rand feudalism,
shit is more like Candy Land "Poodle"-ism
fool listen, i will destroy your complex straw men allegories
stop rambling with rhetorical stories
of bull shit get some news bitch, before your mind twitches
and i snitches, and have you thrown in in that padded room
one fine afternoon, you'll be released come back and say
you ate a lot of colored food, a simple stooge, this is no ruse,
you're nearing catastrophic confusion, your fuse lit by your fusion
of greed and political need, the seed of a weed,
so leave and go leech some other country you conservative liar
you conserve your own profits and nothing more, you mental whore
but what's in store for you is hilarious/the nefariously
unknown have un-sewn your precious system, and jipped em
creating a black whole leading to their pockets, you're just a small fish,
and they're a prehistoric dinosaur it's crime at your door,
and your only answer is "try more", and that's what you mentally rest on...

it's a fitting weak twist like your farmer mom getting fucked by M. Night. Shyamalan
your better put your game on cause this shit's a yawn, your getting fucked on every track,
it's the same song

[Wonderer]

here is a very nice beat i found, it can help with he writing stuff.



and by popular demand, a rap battle, of sorts.

there is a lot of introductory nonsense, but the battle pays off in the end.

note: Casper is an old friend of mine

[Wonderer]

part 2



here is a link to the judges if you would like.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCMrzXsKOhM&NR=1

[haleyhill]

They'd been humming it for years and Little did they know.

[Wonderer]

I think written is the most entertaining format.


don't hate, or i might just masticate you placid fate, ginseng wont enlighten you, when divine intervention smites you,
the foo fighter fanatics don;t compare to your antics, there was only one winner everything beyond that is just semantics
like my fans tits breast enlargements and round hips twitching orgasmically enthusiastically accepting my seed
you see Haleyhill my babies will cartwheel out of any creed willing to concede and proceed with conception like Arabs
my harems are nefarious unlike your five post hilarious various precarious declarations like you're an Aquarius
astrologer prophet demonstrating serious apologetic confrontational wannabe sensational mental vacation sabbatical taking
deluded criminally insane patient shit created by the system, institutionalized abused with lies, given a problem for them to solve
to absolve you of independence, like when my penmanship renders your gender bendering slandering meandering libelous ways
amazed and raised, the old childish phase since you were dropped on the head, the hazy craze plays mental loops like blazing jays for days
so sit down and stay, this is professor offensive and all i've got to say is drop the pretensive socially insensitive pretentious displays
they only portray blase expressions of dismay, you have everything and now you want more your mind whored out to the corporations fine stores

it's misinformed perpetrations of people like you that start wars
men with the key links to your mind numbers 4 while you ignorantly hit the links and yell "four"

[haleyhill]

Do you listen to metal

[Wonderer]

no, but i do listen to "death rap", which basically means i listen to necro.

youtube "light my fire - necro", you will be appalled or amazed

[haleyhill]

So you are not of exotic heritage? If you like that, you should check out Josh Groban.

[Wonderer]

So you are not of exotic heritage? If you like that, you should check out Josh Groban.

all heritage is exotic isn't it?

I'm Caucasian. May i ask what interest you have in my heritage?

I'm one sixteenth Native American however, so perhaps I've got rhythm?

[Wonderer]

So i checked out Josh Groban, it wasn't very good. Something about God was said, i know it...

[Wonderer]

perhaps you found the wrong video. it's "light my fire NECRO"

[haleyhill]

The overweight man with the lisp?

[Wonderer]

The overweight man with the lisp?

yea that's him

[haleyhill]

you're kinda creepin' me out. I can't tell if you like the song ironically.

[Wonderer]

I like the song...

If you're not creeped out by the lyrics i post then stay, if so, you must be lost.

[Three Times Great]

Three Times Great your rhymes are Three Times late,
filled with childish hate, your mental masturbation's and
menstruations only serve to dilute and convolute
your understanding of self to increase your nerve,
so i'm servin up a rude dish for this crude fish
who calls me effeminate the celibate degenerate halibut
mentally exiled to Iqaluit for fuckin with
egocentrism which creates his prison;
intellectual pollution a prism of illusion and delusion
his confusion projected like profits from the infusion
of military interests, here no americans interject
fucking obsessed; sex like a compulsive disorder,
in your own ideology i am the warder
of your fate and despite your berations/
simple debate quakes you and abates you so i await you
to bait you/ sedate you/and take you
to your own altar and desecrate you
your own irate faith will deflate you,
you view clues through an askew hugh fucking monacle
you maniacal megalomaniac, fanatical sabbatical taking
mathematically problematical grammatically incorrect
bastard your lucky my disinterest spares you the embarrassment,
and harrasment cause when i confront you,
you front and you stunt, a couple blunt grunts
shunted like manure-you runt, get back in the sewer
you live in fanatasy land with that Ayn Rand feudalism,
shit is more like Candy Land "Poodle"-ism
fool listen, i will destroy your complex straw men allegories
stop rambling with rhetorical stories
of bull shit get some news bitch, before your mind twitches
and i snitches, and have you thrown in in that padded room
one fine afternoon, you'll be released come back and say
you ate a lot of colored food, a simple stooge, this is no ruse,
you're nearing catastrophic confusion, your fuse lit by your fusion
of greed and political need, the seed of a weed,
so leave and go leech some other country you conservative liar
you conserve your own profits and nothing more, you mental whore
but what's in store for you is hilarious/the nefariously
unknown have un-sewn your precious system, and jipped em
creating a black whole leading to their pockets, you're just a small fish,
and they're a prehistoric dinosaur it's crime at your door,
and your only answer is "try more", and that's what you mentally rest on...

it's a fitting weak twist like your farmer mom getting fucked by M. Night. Shyamalan
your better put your game on cause this shit's a yawn, your getting fucked on every track,
it's the same song

yo check it
i do my thing and leave you breathless
retracted a degenerate tired narceleptic
philosophical trashcan stealin words out from my mouth
youd better go back to the south living in sin with oscar the grouch
i know seseme street misses you ever since they cancelled you from season 2
but fuck it im not about this fool spewing made up shit like a lame duck bitch
delayed what i lay down better pray now i let you even stay down
the ground hurts but by now you gotta be used to it
abused as i use you profusely for my amusement
confused? no way you step up and play with my game
this level ive reached set my sights on these heights that cant be breached
Three Times rhymes is the last thing you see as you go to sleep
and fantasize about ever been anywhere near as Great as me
you write your lines like you dont even know how to read or speak in time
you spent an hour or more just coming up with some shit about dinosaurs
please bitch take your shit farmers and fish back to the garbage
where i left you last time rejected depressed and ineffective
but in effect i wreaked your thread when i perplexed you back with what i said
in my first statements erased your fame and replaced it the same day with my Greatness
and you call me egocentric? at least i got an ego to mess with
damn right i earned the right to rap back from my ILP castle tonight
got this site on lockdown easy 'cause no one here can even touch me
you attack my self esteem as big, what you think that thats a bad thing?
go keep rationalizing away your own denial i put you on trial for being an arrogant child
you cant afford to miss this shit better look away and pray in fear
'cause we're all sitting around wondering what the fuck youre still doing here

its not fair, i know, that you cant compare
but some of us like you were just born to be failures

[MagsJ]

I'm one sixteenth Native American however, so perhaps I've got rhythm?

I'm Caribbean, and I can't rhyme for days! I feel so useless...

[Wonderer]

your rhymes are sweaty like summer time, blind to the divine signs
induced until your life is like a lemon juiced, raised to the ground,
the only sound will be you feeble groans about your leveraged loans
unplayable, your demons unslayable,
and then you'll turn burned by society and silenced through piety,
you'll never learn the system you praise
disgraces humanity,your faith is insanity,
a calamity of human desire, it's ironic that the light that
you worship turns you into fuel for its own bonfire,
enslaved by your sires ire, you drones are tireless,
to you life is job so get er' done, but work without fun
is fuckin stupid like sex with dumb concubines that can't cum
the only time I take off run is when i'm streakin through your moms room,
which is soon so go home and croon your shit stories and bull shit allegories
of socialist evil, it's people like you who destroy free speech
"you're a leech" says the rhetorical troll, just let me find a grassy knoll
i shoot hypocrites like foal vealers, when your mind splits apart
every time we start you spew shit like you got diarrhea,
creating a mountain of shit and then saying "yea mount this shit".
my mind couldn't be freer, a jeer from God would make me rear with
laughter for creating the catastrophe i see here before me
writing lines like after school, even metaphorically you're a fool
metaphysically unstable, living in fear of things your unable to understand
where your narrow mind sees failure, vraiment je suis le meilleur
game theory must be new to you cause when your shit reign's at an end
your life depends on your friends, and your enemy's
and cann the human nature pretentious bull shit, PLEASE!
It's fear based ignorance, the shit is borderline religious
and my tolerance is through and through my "God" damned prodigiousness
i will impale you and your vassals in front of your own castle
heads and national tassels removed of course, cause i don't discriminate
or abate my berations or traitorous illustrations to these fainting sheep
the recrimination of free speech marks the point where we became a fascist nation
dictators mimicking historical figures rigorously taking authority
controlling the majority of course what the fuck is Horst to do
when used as a horse like you to divide and confuse, you've been abused
and reused like a junkies favorite needle, so savor the flavor of chattel
by working at taco bell. if your reading this I'm impressed you've come this far
cause your scars show when you ignore the main points like blind hoes.

and that's how the story goes, sick flows and broken toes
stay satisfied with the martyrdom you've chose? only the lord knows...

No you wont stay satisfied

[Arcturus Descending]

I'm one sixteenth Native American however, so perhaps I've got rhythm?

I'm Caribbean, and I can't rhyme for days! I feel so useless...

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

can you rhyme for nights, Magsj?