A Thread for Rap

yo yo yo!
word up G’s, spin dat shit 'round like a playa playa, aight?!

(beat boxin):

while you wait to gravitate about my words and spit your hate
i hit you Great with triple-fate so shut up bitch and contemplate
my theory is mysteriously asymptotic post-hypnotic
better see my freestyle speed’s a blaze of fire fast and dire

my racin desire ever higher pacin past your draggin ass
not just the flow you gotta know im quick to hit with this lyrical bullshit
its about these words of mine these verbs that rhyme sublime to your nerves in time
so step inside and close your eyes as i surprise you with your own demise

Philosophy will never be your holy Ark or reverie
beholden to this calf of golden wasted words your life is stolen
ever pause and Wonder why aint no one cares if you’re to die?
so bow your head down bitch and cry your death my breaths will multiply

[-X

im done, man, fuck these rhymes of mine
for one does not throw pearls to swine.

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That’s remarkably good.

don’t hate… don’t hate…

intelligent lines committin subliminal crimes infiltrating your mind through repeated rituals it’s spiritual
confusion and self delusion used when convincing yourself to kill yourself with a tylenol solution I see it everywhere,
the “hard workers” dissolution, when your nest egg vanishes with no absolution an ego has a double edge
and with pride comes weakness it furthers the bleakness of your own pathetic uniqueness when your life turns upside down
where do you think the shit falls? in shit you’ll crawl because the more shit you have the more shit you have, and it don’t fade with lysol

what point is there to suffer without pleasure? and without pain how is pleasure measured? you can pamper yourself and enjoy life more,
but once you hit the floor you’ll be screwed your life chewed, living as cast away, among slaves with no stock, no holiday pay
thanks to idolatry of greed, that ego maniacal twisted vampirical libel disguised as the bible, this is just as small foible
but as societies rival i will happily divulge the criminal sludge packaged and sold as fudge directly to your child’s mind

shoved like stuffing down their throats in the ginger bread house before they’re roasted and their brains passes through the witches mouth
and comes our her anus, you could be famous, it’s like a fairy tale but hip with the Times, Three Great logs of shit, naa you’re right fuck these rhymes

i can rarely find the time to arrange some maligned opine rhymes that walk up to the disinclined and mentally bind and consign their mind to my defined frame of mind, demons unconfined, infesting the children of mankind, forgive my chortle, but killing me would make me immortal, a martyr for libertarian socialist feminist communist nationalist piece of shit fascist shit you all despise, but despite your cries and lies soon we’ll have a franchise, this ain’t pie in the sky, your whole kind is about to die, off into obscurity along with absolute certainty, but you past the test, you’re better than most of the rest yet still just a jest, compared with my prophetical theoretical heretical shit, your shit look like hypothetical feces.

:-"

very good, truly, i am most impressed :smiley:

lets see if we can keep this battle going…

(hey DJ, spin that shit!):

yo…yo…
a nice try: my comeback lines of fire surprised-your-eyes-wider
deep shocked from sleeping your pre-pubescent lies weeping
as your deep skeptical void my stylistic sword shatters
in matters of mass annihilation-of-nihilistic-infestation
your soft feminine feeling loftily reeks-of-seekin stealing
series and aggrandizing of seriously-dead theorizing
Communist wishlists for anti-reality-hitmen
so shit then again over your Manifesto’s murderous detesting
Marxist suicide’s and State-suggested arrresting
is it wealth? shit no spread instead in stealth recitals
your hate filled crying and death-worshipping Idols

for that which you see as necessary is in fact scary
that the lies you surmise here are merely arbitrary
and the feelings that stand intheplace of your thought’s reasonings
weak as children meak mild milk-bottle filterings
media standards for one more propoganda bastard
your faster sleigh-ride Santa fantasy lasted longer than
stronger kids on crack wanderin off the cribs
you never left to ponder your mother’s nursery-rhyme fibs
leavin you not wakin, SIDS woulda been better takin your life
with cyanide-sleep screamin and opiate-eyed dreamin

words of supposed-wisdom maskin your confusion
as here you seek fearful terrified absolution
but wont find it careful as you stare full in forever
crying lines surrender to me bitch im the sender
of truth, fear my fines tho never-know my secret’s shown
through Times of Greatness i bind your hate with verbs and lies
and skies of pies you call your rap but always fallin back
on sentimental-experimental visions and fictional rentals
a weekend wasted, out of respect misplaced
and dazed as your mind’s basted, my kung-fu hastens
the end.

Wow – you guys are awesome.

:evilfun:

you got skillz son, shit… now imma hav ta do it like this… check it…

i’m a lyrical architect and your snitch rhymes are sour
like i built the Sistine chapel and all you got is an ivory tower
it’s an illusion like your moral confusion, a fusion of greed
and cowardice which shows how tall your tower is,

you see liberal ideology is the idolatry of freedom
guns sex drugs and rap so tot your gat and smoke a fat
stick of buddha, i don’t mean to confuse ya
but somethings gotta give, now or later, I’m the annihilator

of the old cold and bold, and especially conservatives.
Conserve what?.. fuck that shit. on with subversiveness
taxes were started for war, then they wanted more
bred by a system that persecutes victims into submission

I’ve got a vision of unicorns and Satyrs, but I’m not a player hater
i just deliver more flavor sensational ground breaking savory
catering in your own home, providing rhyming and timing
designed to pierce through your mind to the center piece

yes that ugly beast that rears it’s head needing to be fed
with more self love garbage and sadistic delusion you’re just a pseudon-
-nym, through your foolish grin it waits until a later date and plans your fate
there’s no skating over your wanton hating for anything not pulsing

or generating a beeping noise or anything that doesn’t promote christian noise
your morals are horrible, like they come from a fairy tale allow me to regale
you with another story, you see i had a quarry with Three big bears
the Greatest of the three came up to me and gave a foul plea it was sad to see

then i shot him in his fuckin face and left him dead in the place
mama bear and bear junior couldn’t have died sooner their funeral was beautiful
a carving knife incinerator and customers paying for my malicious slaying
of the logically deceitful for they are no equal to me and no liberal idea of equality

is going to change your logical range
my third round will be the greatest… i promise you fame

i’m finnito like your libido amigo

:astonished: :smiley:

Seriously, keep this stuff going.

i meant “Sistine” chapel, not “Cristine” chapel… how embarrassing… sorry three times great that my lines aren’t as on topic as yours, my rapping style tends to shift through varying themes using violence as an intermediary

some architect am i…

let’s get some complex rapping grappling crippling bitches leavin their brains rippling with twitches it’s no use battling stripling bitches
when trying to get riches/which is not necessarily my goal/it’s to achieve through verbal dexterity and those willing to believe primarily
that our world functions militarily nefariously which is why i warily attack the weary, those who don’t truly hear me but will still feel me
fuckin with their brains insanely creating mischievous abominations through corroborations with lucifer the hoofers will corrupt you,

through lap dancing you’ll be “Jizz in my pantsing” and satan will love you like a drug loves a bum sniffin coke off a rug at your feet
while you spit lines soundin like the cookie monster smokin crack before shootin “Sesame Street” your mind’s been dead for weeks,
so rest in peace, here’s a dime piece, console yourself, control yourself, compose one’s self this is the coup de gras your bourgeois
like existence will end, what last message do you send before your impending descension to zero retention? merely typical dissension?

This is too fun to stop…

This is sort of an after work release… it’s nice…

This is dedicated to all the xenophobic religious racists out there.

for the seventh time heaven is just a figment of mind
God invades my raps, but fails to see the boobie traps
baited with scooby snacks like in one of snoopys raps
these groupies act, like emotional devotional mindless slaves
i’m getting paid 10% of everything the next big thing
is mine, my quomodocunquization has got my monetization
racin placin my rivals names on stone facin tombstones for
chasin fool’s thrones defacin ethnic homes and debasing Wonderers poems

This not directed at any of you, but you know who
you are, you cigar lovin mentally marred cousin fuckin retard
you’ll be left charred and scarred out in your front yard
that’s poetic justice but not as much as your deserve
this is just an hors d’oeuvre your future fate is to die in hate
despicable criminals like you are no use,
have them dig ditches then set the dogs loose

what should we do with people like you
who are too stupid to know anything about yourself
yet claims to understand everything about someone else
retribution for the shit you’ve dealt will be swift cause my lines
are runnin steady, when i do it i might even give you a teddy
a lolly pop from a donut shop somethin to shut you up while i load the shot-
-gun, my sadistic clemency provides me with cheap fun, this rap’s done.

it’s worth it, if only because i get to say fuck.

**"Quomodocunquize": “to make money by any means possible”

o/k, time to rhyme something serious
mysteriously imperious that leaves folks delirious
like a formal moral quarrel debating the expression
of the normal suppression and oppression
of those demanding succession and an end to aggression
we face recession and depression for our transgressions
excess material possessions inducing emotional regression
as a closed session profession uses expressions to impression
the mind into obsession destroying buyers discretion
misimpressions aside this is no mere depression
my confession of political accession marks revolutionary progression
so join the procession, with no indiscretion now i end this precession

Wonderer, Nice.

You and 3X both kick ass at writing rhymes.

thanks. 3xg surprised me by demonstrating some as we in the rap game say "skillz

I think i’m improving as well… I’ll continue to write in this thread…

it’s a good way to wind down after a long day of monopolistic monotony…

p.s, what did you think of “Quomodocunquize”? too obscure perhaps?

Too obscure, yes.

I think that you have always been good, but we are always improving!

grandiloquency doesn’t add to lyrical potency?
You must be jokin G, cause i voraciously
capriciously spit rhymes veraciously insatiably
don’t face me if your patience be lacking
or your vocabulary slackin your minds crackin
enemy corpses i’m stackin rackin and jackin
snitches minds with declamatory defamatory allegories
these bitches be whorey i’ll drain their blood for ink and write a gory story.

The machine redeems the truth
peace on the hawks and demons
Let children steal their keys and erase their reasons
scatter their seeds with winds of seven consecutive seasons
for secular reasons as radical tactics supercede practical ease of stealing from creed. Heed the evildoer, the feeling-groomer and unceasing screaming screens and woofers hoovering up the proceedings to feed them.
We read them, constantly wondering what lies yonder in the density of the twentysix dimensions with enchanting enhancements while fencing and dancing in hellish trenches. Fate love and happiness are commodities, scarce and wildly wanted like prodigies.
I can’t master the art of Burt Lancaster or play darts like Fat Manny from Manchester because my ancestors are trenchwrestlers?
Precious metals taken from individuals in insidious rituals, typical among the religious but not so in individuals. Perilous passage between savage and angelic, stepping stones are crafted from bones of the ones who didn’t panic.

destroy
all glory in religion cause that shit ain’t for me
just gory “prophetic” stories checking inventory
of your wallet and mind a maligned plot designed
to penetrate time to grind bind and blind society
under a mantra of forced physical sobriety
the true irony is the emotionally suckered
don’t drink or smoke yet get high off piety
and look down in shame at a bum or drunkard
disturbing a peaceful man resting in satiety
yes religion perturbs one’s emotional balance
and god is just a chemical but not an imbalance
we have evolved to need a master, it’s pathetic
but now the profane pastor’s preaching heretical
synthetic antithetical parenthetical ventricle jucin
commentary sending heathens back to the apothecary
wary of my contrary like ways, empathy i always employ
and even as i begin to annoy, i’m puttin religion to death;
destroy

Ohhhhh… I should of never stumbled upon this thread here. Ya’ll are not bad…

But Behold…

In less than a second, I questioned why all flesh has been tested
Felt vex and depressed when tribulations crept in their presence
Deceptions a weapon through ignorance we step in it essence
Divide & conquer to strive for power is an excellent method!!
[G] the Ancient relic here expressing a message
Of words illuminating and Reflecting perfection,
Me? I am unique with the best rhymes hands down
So ahead of your time I got my next life planned out
And now, I am learning to use Chi
Reading on Bruce Lee right under a Spruce Tree
Mastered in Two Weeks, Divine as the Righteous One
The Morning Star calls me Isis Son
Bitch…!! I could get the Glow on my wrist
Ten fingers with more Rings than Motorolas & Sprints… but
Why focus on this? Why stooping so low?
Why gain the world if I’m losing my soul?
Yo! It’s that evident [G] infact Heaven sent
And it “Been a drill” (Benadryl) like that allergy medicine
Ever since was young I’d lie for straight humor
I’m that same guy that started that Y2K rumor
The same guy that said that Jesus Resurrected
Evil is Direction and feeble minds neglect it
Demon type deception… I’ll beat u to a Fetus like Position
You got T minus One Second
Look! your not offending me though I am A BEAST
See I’m like a scene you’ll see from Emily Rose
I raise Hell to the Heavens door, dwell on the 7th floor
The serpent takes over of course it is a metaphor
I drift sort of like an enlightened psychic
See all using that eye which has no eye lid
So enticing the vibrant aura from my likeness
Spread and heals your physical even your mental virus
I stand sort of like the Great I am
My right hand thrust the pen burst a word Titan
My verse lightens with the Power of Poseidon’s Trident
As the fire rises the Phoenix is my Idol Likeness
Standing tall as the Obelisk! Your size like a mackerel
Killing you’s just “a new buis.” (anubis) call me a Jackal

~Meh came to a writers block… just a warm up anyway~

pwn =D>

ive been off it for awhile,
but watch me come back with style…
epitomes of homegrown shown to rattle the most
my raps boast this battle a toast to back in the saddle
of course,
dont fetch me a lyric or feed me a rhyme
your serious-ly gonna die mysteriously this time
god’s not the Great one, and please, bitch you aint one!
my name’s hall-of-fame’in compared to your lame’in
kiss-ass’in, harassin your betters forever
just begging for scraps off the laps of your masters
i see you, and through you i dive like the ocean
my crystal-clear truths feed intrinsic corrosions
inherent implosions apparently glaring
your mind paralyze’d by my Nietzschean staring
its quite problematic my panic-attack-is, i know
erratic-ly at it again the way that only i flow
and hair-raising diamonds implied in my fire
as i pile higher your burial pyre
as clearly your unseriously fearing corruptions
of your crying aggrandizing theory’s presumptions
stay ignorant then of your own conditional glance
just one more pathetic contradicting irrational stance
for your Fate is pre-dated, youll never appraise this
as i marginalize all your lies with my Greatness.

We’re in this together, we swim or we sink
The time is a comin when even one blink
Will reign us in terror our lives on the run
Forbid us to stop to breath or to think
Just a hollow within us remains on the brink
There’s blood in our hearts and blood on our hands
However we got here we can’t understand
or so we do say, ha ha ha ha ha
a lie from our lips betrayed by a kiss
so feeble, so wanton, so terribly human
disguised by our very own lack of acumen
cut the cord, burn the mess, shed the tear
a quick slap in the face or kick in the rear
may indeed be the shocker that holds us in place
we pine for a moment, we cry for a piece
of whatever it takes to give life a leap
but clearly the mud and the grime and the soot
that comes into play reveals the boot that
kicks us, that hurts us, that has us in circles
believing we’re winners when all we can know
is that time and again and again and again
we lose in this game of utter confusion
our lack of the truth upon us delusion
we can’t face it at all, we run head on into
a wall that is hard, that is senseless and hurtful
then what do we do eyes blinded with grief
turn our back on what’s real embracing the brief
light then chases shadows and all becomes clear
we’ve hunted in vain for what’s always remained
the part of ourselves that no one has claimed
that lives deep within us Eternally Named.

:laughing: :laughing: :laughing: That was sheer fun doing. :banana-dance: :banana-dance: :banana-dance: :banana-dance:

Damn straight this is fun…

welcome inner[G] and arcturus, great shit, but try THIS on for size (HA!)

society is strife so sigh with me and ride with me
through the world gone mad, i’d be glad to show you the sad
portrait of horror, the bloody and gory or the morally obscene,
like watching a fiend do anything to get again that dragon
swallowing shit by the flagon while suits pay flashing drugs cash
and laughing viciously smashing with corporate backing
so i don’t fault ya for the ultra violence your tire spins
because of the dominance and control the government
is a leech leading boldly into into practicing fascism
like back when hitler formulated a plot to control your mind and wallet
tax subsidizes public relations which makes inflation a joke
but when you’re already broke waitin for a new leader, a new hope
fools gold comes along like the mental castration
and emotional ejaculation that consists of the obamanation
and fuck the conservatives you stupid worthless pricks conserving absolutely shit
bored by a straw man of change wrapped up in their own world,
blaming socialism and evil spys and say that jesus is in the skies
looking down with a frown about to come down and maliciously destroy all hateful sinners,
displaying their innards on a vest to impress the sadistic nature of society
runs through me and will use me to sicken all you goonies
leavin canadian toonies on the corpse as a trademark
at your kids favorite play park if it’s after dark lock your doors and stay below the windows
stray bullets only cap dim hoes of ye knows whats i’m sayin
words frayin seams dangerous in philosophy possibly unstoppably
shiftily cryptic preposterously sadistic and a natural born critic.