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…
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
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
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 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)
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.
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…