A Thread for Rap

No merger - dichotomy - but simply Tsunami
ascending descending but ah neverending
Flow on :laughing: :banana-dance:

Consider me deluged! :confusion-shrug: :banana-dance:

hulu.com/watch/1397/saturday … azy-sunday

This just reminds me so much of this.

yes!!
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To the E (A)

words with no meaning sounds without gleaning
abounding in space truth with no place
so silly so false so hanging by threads
fired up neurons just dance in our heads
they shout of a moment that’s so full of dread
that terrors within us continue unsaid
alone unabated the pain lives unbroken
searching for that which til now is unspoken
burst out of your prison shout out to the world
make courage to trust to have faith come unfurled
damn the torpedoes shoot straight for the heart
dig it out dive right in work it til it blows apart
do the walk do the talk do the dance away from fear
sound the bell, ring the chime, into each and every ear
rock and roll, hear the music, sound the trumpet of your feet
laugh the laugh and feel the rhythm of an ever-growing beat.
Listen for it, listen to it, louder and louder it does refrain
Search it out, stretch your mind high above beyond your brain
Your thoughts will rise, pushing forth through the ether through that door
Where all becomes aglow with light and Love is found and you will Soar.
SOAR!!!

Let me drop some verses in defense of the divinity
claim to infinity by understanding of Hermetical trinity
of decimal unity providing impunity to ruin
contextualists, what do you think you are doing?
relating all to itself is self-undoing and losing
perspective of reflection itself, boosting Rooster-
like to beauty while at the same time uprooting
that very beauty, order, power and function
determining every outcome at every junction
only understanding it by deduction stands on loose footing
fruitful induction is truthful construction of tensions
higher arcs of order give entrance to ten dimensions
enhancements of standards and ascension from the trenches
of people sitting outside of the pentagon on plastic benches
with opinions, enslaved by the dominion of competition
of efficiency in dismissing the significance of imperishable vision -

That’s my word for heavens sake on this seventh day,
I say what I can see and I’ll be safe on my way
reverence may enter into the very caverns of emptiness
as I gently stretch the canvas and fetch my pencils…

you’ll never slake your thirst screamin at a lake of fire,
your words drown, Satan’s ire, slaves first people second
your movement, your fool’s stint is over complex metaphors
holdin your mind on the floor no time no trace your left sore
wonderin what you voted and paid for it’s what you were made for,
social inebriation through poor education/
indoctrination of faith, a way of life with no frowns “no strife”
with a night life the fiefdom is just a rife crumb in a rotten salad
like forgotten cotton ballads saving slaves from pallid graves
tunneling through mountains like railroads/underground with sound
bound for the renowned oppressors to pound and confound
tomorrows news “Crowned Downed by Wonderer, Smothered her”
presidential assassination created this nation in a negative way
it’s high time we repay the royals and high ranking officers
with disloyal plots we’ll stir foiling spoiling oiling toiling
using men as toy soldiers, murder for gain like Cain
foolishly paining for jewels using people like tools
immorally story telling horror and fortune in your dark room
you’ll start to express an untested unmolested fest
of radical dogmatic fanatical bureaucratic problematic schematics
melodramatic mental acrobatics politicians remain static
fishing for votes making promises no one hopes they’ll keep
cause no one knows what they mean like a twisted obscene dream
we see reflections and steam, no control like the button’s stuck
fuck Mario, i got to, rappin no mo-are-You-done-listen-in (?)

back to your mind residing in the dust bin.

I spit on your religion of submission to reasons cane
It’s open season for hawks and all beasts of prey.

I aim at a society of piety without sobriety
all hailing ME, the greatest metamorphosing variety
of pioneering arrows and straight lines, your tiny
icicles melt within lightyears of my lightning outlining
your universal thirst for power, oh shit what do I give a fuck
for the truth of your fictions, crippling incisions
in your decisions of cognitive direction.
I don’t vote in no elections I get appointed,
crowned and anointed, shaped like an arrow and pointed
at the sun of all circulation, your circus of speculation
pops like Fukuyama, zulu’s drama, bulubulu karma mama
nothing is all in your residence, you wrestle in dharma
pools of nano-goo, my prana curves around your Urbs like a banana
and strikes from the flank I have no rank I am a tank
I deal like a general with particulars and generate unconditionals
fuck digital I imprint my style on the archetypical.

God lives for those who fear no gamble of fate
the grindstones of reason yield to the risks taken in faith.

im sick of grinding these dire lies to fine powder
your deliberate misdirections hide pride in your subjections
to pretense vengeance against present insurrections
and resistance movements of status-quo-deluded solutions
youre a useful tool your pity makes you a fool idiot
always foolish and complicitly abusive your cries explicitly
bound and gagged you found and finally dragged you out
across avenues confusions lost clues to your illusions
not thinking just consent to let the net determine your inklings
brainwashed and drooling during TV commercials ruling
your mind, designed scandalous at loud internet gatherings
of mass media pandering to manipulated congratulating
more insubstantiated happenings and emotional herd rantings
the rabble sat afraid 'cause they may fall flat in a battle
so you lost without sirens or firing a shot wider
than petty shit conspiring just allowing your tyrants desires
to manifest and pervert these subverted protesters
radicals became cattle carefully programmed to graze like animals
in a daze struck by subliminal words from inside their cages
criminal headlines serve as ties to bind disguised outrages
as not a single thought you espouse wasnt put there by the White House
expressely to successfully detract from reciprocity
and you thought this Philosophy would be a place for generosity? [-X
fuck no, just liberal infections crying over political correctness
'cause see thats all that ILP will ever aspire to ever be…
…just one more indoctrinated haven for an already-dead Obama Nation.

Three Times Great:

im sick of grinding these dire lies to fine powder… I think that you live for it…don’t give up on humanity yet, great force of nature…the beauty of ILP is in learning how truly wanting and errorful our subjective truths may be. We need to cough up all of that poison and spit it out. Philosophy ought to break us, but to make us…become us, rise above us, shed our skins and grow new ones

And yes, pity causes harm both to him who gives it (though supposedly more power - haahaahaa) and especially towards him it is directed towards. Being at once, bound and gagged and then dragged lends one a sense of reality at some point, does it not? “emotional herd rantings” - yes, we are all capable of this, aren’t we indeed the herd but some manage to escape to teach the others FREEDOM.

Humanity is just in its beginnings really - we have very very far to go - we may rant and rave and follow at will and worship idols but this is still humanity - take it or leave it.

What will the preacher be shouting from the rooftops when and if we achieve at first to be “transed” and then to be “posted”? Will the preachers be satisfied with the progession/retrogressions/progressions then? And will the herd cease its following, cease its self- imposed prisons? Perhaps there will be prisons of a different sort. IF IF IF IF IF IF.

Generosity? :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: What is generosity but the sheer pleasure of one’s making one’s self feel good, perhaps pleasure at its heightened. Down with generosity - may we strip us all of generosity and be left naked to be reborn or rehatched or rebooted. Up with reality and resistance and diving head first into total oblivion and out the other side to normalcy – :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: hahaha and what is normalcy - praytell - look around - we are all normal - SO SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, Down with normalcy and up with whatever is meant to be.

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blank minds and rank rhymes hang-timing stupidity
surfing the shit wakes of mistaken epiphanies
seismic awakenings symphonies of revelations
demonstrations like crimany! psychological castrations
vilified nations through overt vibrations and covert infiltrations
it’s the shit we’re taking from those lying and faking
the thieves who control your mind and wallet, kind harlots
intertwined and confined leading into a web like Charlotte
don’t think your kids are safe they attack them with a higher pace
they’ll use the Lords grace and have Noah’s ark smash in your face
but with these hands I’ll stuff down your throat and idea of the holy ghost
not as a joke but as education in preparation for the inevitable
confrontations propaganda campaigns controlling nations
a lack indignation is evidence enough but never called like the medias bluff
warlords always want the World Ordered, this shit ain’t New.

…Yes, surprised at how bad I am! :laughing:

Good morning, Magsj and how was your tea? Hope you enjoyed it. Have a cheerio day, Magsjy…

Your response begs the question - for me -

Does this describe Pessimism :-k :laughing: :laughing: :laughing:

This thread has produced some amazing verses. everyone seems to be quite talented. It’s interesting to be able to share a passion like rap with intellectuals despite the fact that most rap is usually nothing more than ego and emotion put into words. Thank you all for giving this thread life.

is anyone perhaps interested in a rap battle?

I would like to make an open challenge; a rap battle. It will consist of 3 rounds and may and may or not be themed. usually rap battles consist of defaming your opponent and promoting yourself. there is no logic in choosing the victor outside of which artist the crowd enjoyed more. Some battlers use comedy and others use lyrical talent, their message, and their flow.

for example… (warning this is not suitable for children… or anyone, really…)

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMH8gaCxshY[/youtube]

it’s clear early on who the winner is

we could also try to make it a meaningful battle, but an actual debate would be too specific, i would settle for a battle of rhetoric.

But then i imagine we would still revert to defamation and self glorification, just regarding the theme.

If anyone is up for it let me know and we can bang out some details.

Wonderer:

:laughing:  :laughing:  :laughing: Perhaps the theme can be Sadism vs. Masochism as presented here.  :laughing:  :laughing:  :laughing:  I was going to put in a dancing banana, but I might get hit over the head by you.  :unamused:

lol, i am being genuinely serious with that signature.

anything is better than getting punched in the face, well not anything, but this enables you to see your life and the money you earned from getting punched in the face is enjoyed much more thoroughly.

Let me think about that theme, it would be a hard sell even to myself.

:laughing: I was actually more or less kidding about the theme of sadism vs. machochism.

Are you a boxer Wonderer? as per your - and the money you earned from getting punched in the face is enjoyed much more thoroughly.

i am seriously considering joining a boxing gym, and soon, but that was an unintended meaning, but none the less potent.

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i underlined earned because i spoke of getting paid to be punched in the face as an occupation, but i did not give thought as to which ccupation, i imagined some pseudo job where rich eccentrics pay you large sums of cash to be a test dummy (punches only, but you can always go up from there). the fact that you earn the money makes you appreciate it more, so in one stroke you make yourself happy by being punched in the face (the afterward climb to recovery) and you also get paid for it!

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I don’t think you thought this all out. :-k How will that lead to happiness…you may just be calling yourself a masochistic __ __ __ __ on the road to recovery.

Perhaps that should be be the theme and you may just be the champ. :unamused: :laughing:

i’m rappin right now, it’s true believe it/i swears it/no one cares, it’s stupid anyway, i don’t know what i’m saying like helen keller/spit be spraying/ blind deaf and dumb, bums askin for change/mental ranges sliding like the American mind set/my rhymes get/ snide bets of failure, like Magellan i lose only 84 sailors/the emperors tailors couldn’t fake it like me, take shit light-lee/you might be too close too see/the feminized straw man burning brightly/this banshee guarantees free sprees of glee/we agree so don’t flea just abuse this decree, get yours and ram whores/get into that that hookers bourgeoisie thighs like that sham wow guy, what a fucking guise/he raped a girl through cries then kicked her outside, went back in the hotel and sniffed some blow/as the police gathered below/ he said woah, what the fuck are these police doin here, fuck you bitch i found you there, give me my headset and some sham wow gear, look over here/without sneering/it’s endearing when people take their jobs that seriously/ career-i-ly dominating life preying on strife with rife disguises headsets and quick suprises, money will fuck you up, you’ll value life because of money, it ain’t funny you think of yourself as powerful because you got a wallet full then all of a sudden the real you comes through for a how-dee-do, your jobs through rent’s due, your mind feels like poo, shitty ideas in a stinky situation, go back to being a fly on vacation/ a panhandling degenerate bum like a fly breeding in shit/ they don’t even tidy the place they sit and ask for change every day/the same guy/ if i hadn’t purposely kept my change his kids would be in college, ridiculous shit, i will not acknowledge the need to leech, go to the fucking beach and fish shit out of the sea, jesus christ, sorry god, by bad, you ain’t sad? that’s rad i’m glad i can start a fad called jesus taxidermy, it’s where we stuff dead animals full of things but try to make them look holy, kind of that book that’s an oldie…? oh yea, the bible/simplistic libel and instrinsic drivel, sorry this rap ended up being about God, butt for all you sods i say go for it/ abortions in proportion/ extortion and distortion of what we are, because nothing matters after death, not even death itself matters it’s the rest/ there here and now, the so called “test”/

sorry i have to end it there, this has been a mind splurge, i had to leave work come back and smoke a few, i was going to lose my fucking mind.

thanks for reading :smiley:

No, it’s reflective of the truth! :laughing: