A Thread for Rap

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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 :astonished:
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 :laughing:
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 [-( :-k :laughing:

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

:sunglasses:

:laughing:

I’m Caribbean, and I can’t rhyme for days! #-o I feel so useless… :crying-blue:

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

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

can you rhyme for nights, Magsj? :laughing:

No! :neutral_face:

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 #-o so I’ll just be a groupie instead :stuck_out_tongue:

](*,) 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

:laughing: :laughing: :laughing:

:confusion-shrug:

=D> hahaha, love it!

…you can ryhme for days Arc :wink:

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:
soundclick.com/share?songid=8668991

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

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

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

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

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

Ford Trucks… :smiley:

I like it.

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)

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.

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.

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.

laugh

:obscene-drinkingdrunk: nifty

We’re going to write a rap based on ecmandu’s ‘consent violation’ theme. I’m working on the first part now. I’d like the second part - after the chorus - to be about an encounter between two people fighting over the express lane at the grocery store. Some guy with fourteen items tries to squeeze in line, and violates the consent of both the store and the customers. That’s what I have in mind… so feel free to try and come up with something…

vocaroo.com/i/s1I1R0WBQUb9

there’s something wrong
a symptom of my nation
everywhere i look
there’s consent violation

monday night, six o’clock
take the family out to eat

i got the AC on
to escape from the heat

olive garden parking lot and i’m looking for a spot
will i find one at the front?
maybe so, but maybe not

i see a buick backing out
so i slowly move over

in my blind spot mirror
there’s a white range rover

so i shout out the window ‘hey i found it first’
but the driver says ‘what!?’
hey yo these lots are the worst

put my turn signal on
yo but he does too
don’t try to take my spot
i ain’t fuckin’ with you

then the rover pulls closer
so i ease on in
he honks the horn
so do i with a grin

Oh the music is the instrumental version of limp bizkit’s ‘nookie’, if you need it to practice to.