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…