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ha!
what is this the rap smack about yoself awards
or was that a compilation of how 2 make me bored
nick name B.e.t d.m.t look that stuff up if ya wanna know more
nas offered me 50 geez 2 teach him how 2 not rap poor
i told him to save his cash do smack and freestyle to a cartoon porn
world wide wannabeez i cant wait till 212 cumz rollin around the corner
aliens prolly fitten ta ask me to be the leader of this 1 world owner
and ey btw if ur "nas" well then hell u can call me "satinsgod"
a bad ass movie, create it as you make it
as the clock ticks im thinking thin strips to fiber optics
netflix higher knowledge obtained through self consciousness
aware of my surrounding and the problems all the nonesense
i jump into the matrix tryna dot com my content
computing error..too much joy in all this all this sorrow
if tom cruise could die another day i'll live to see tommorow
waka flaka flame one hood ass nigga aint he,i think maybe
as long as he dont kiss his son like baby, (that nigga crazy)
but this bedroom is ice cold,i might let my eyes close
so me n god could finally have our 1 on 1 like iso's
keep it hopping like an insect can i interject a thought
if u hood ppl think u cant intellect a thought....
so this is patient 106 huh?
yes doctor hes a chronic rambler,accused of murdering 23 wack emcees in the game.
hmm,up his dosages again
but doctor if he gets more than he's!...
I already know the risk,the world dosent need a sick bastard like this.
next:gun slinging cowboy
riding through the scenery
a desert lacking greenery
a man with a Texas hat
he comes upon a man who's skin is coal black
he smiles at him
but he can sense something wild bout him
he takes out a pistol
and shoots the man dead
blood leaks from his head
and turns the brown sand red
wrote it quick so watev
next topic: prostitution
it started off as a kiss ended up in the bedroom
next shawty gave me pussy,ass gave me some head to
said she love me n she'll do watever for me I said cool
said i need money, she said i got,here,fuck it I said cool
she wanted a fathers love, the one that never was there dude
I gave her that, nothings cheap in life,taught the bitch how to pay dues
now she putting in work for the realest nigga in the game
lame niggas say she aint a bitch she a dame
but a nigga like me dont give a fuck all that shit is the same
a bitch is a bitch a hoe is hoe bitch could suck on a nob
my hoe are like sheep they only in line when they follow the rod
next topic: is the next topic
This is my shout-out to any low-income family; some sanity for the sake of humanity
Bodies suffer with deficiency; forever bind to malady sufferin’ in sweet melancholy
Got me rhymin’ through this rhapsody upliftin’ people sentimentally, breathing happily
Spittin’ symphonies and melodies for those heart beats now thumpin’ thru our streets
Abundance and prosperity vibrating good energy, surroundin’ me, living merrily, cheerfully…
Governmental dependency has people living in fear and scarcity, managin’ their life carefully
IGNORANCE is the root of all evil, affecting the unfortunate people, confined as slaved sheeple
Thinking, ‘lack of money’ bounds fragile minds to poverty; feeling unworthy, distress is veracity
Leaving spirits thirsty for truth; reality is the illusion causing their subconscious to be spoofed
Want freedom and prosperity? Enhance the emotional state within where CHANGES begin
You are the author of your own life, so tell a new story quantum leap toward your dreams
Instead of pulling weeds, I’m planting seeds to spring with ambiance so my heart may sing…
My Food Assistance Program; serving refine food for the mind and it’s nutritive for the soul
You are worthy beyond description; so live bold, feel like a millionaire reborn with a heart of gold
NT: (Hip-Hop in the 90s)
let me take you to the time of partying soul rebels
music at street level,
base heads and tracks reflective of our trebles
where for every angel that was seen was an arch devil
hard living, apartments had to fit aunts and nephews
to poor for refuge,
cats getting got for there wu wear
hoping it wasnt real....like a double take or two stares
"aint what you want" to bumping a biggie smalls hit
das fx nas to tech 9 mopp to commonsence shit
UBN rising,buck 50's,crips couldnt fuck wit me
is what i heard em say,around the same time they bucked 50
pick up games with dudes who lacked scholarships,hard looks cuz life not funny
cuz hustlers down the block bumping jay making scholarship money.....
its not about the music but the culture who was playing this music what was going on was the music really reflective of the lifestyles of the street......meh atleast some was
next topic: wisdom 4.0
It is subtle, subtle, subtle
The subterfuge of the sages after the private huddle
Only the wise watch as the inevitable crumbles
The art of war woven against free will so far unnerved by these quiet grumbles
Wisdom 4.0 is only knowing the real score
carrying your decisions like weapons through every door
and getting up in that motherfucker and killin everyone inside
some argue that cutting throats is just a matter of childish pride
but if you rampage in this fucking cage, i'll bet you'll get paid tonight
so fight among yourselves and ignore more worldly ties
the first line is a bit of a quote from the art of war that i like
next topic: your childhood
when u look at me u think my life was peachy
but iv dealed wit alot of shit that wasnt easy
delt with alot of shit
im not gona lie sometimes i wanted to quit
i no sum these fucks are gonna look at this, battle me
and use it,
but fuckem iv been through worst but of corse iv made it through
my out look on life was u dont like me fuck u.
broke as a joke and look down upon
bound to spawn sumthin off the wall and not a pawn
but all the shit that happen there's no one to blame
if i had the chance id keep it the same wouldnt change a thang
nxt topic: the media
a little girl somewhere is sitting down to watch T.V.
but nobody is around to explain to her what she's seeing
so she takes it for what it shows-developes low self esteem
even though she won some pageants you could call her a queen
but she can't fit in a zero so she thinks she's not lean
eats dinner with a smile and says "thanks mom it was delicious"
then heads to the bathroom where all of it is emitted
she's bulimic cause she didn't know there was a secret
took the media for what it was like if we should believe it
and know she's fucked because the world's skewed like how we see it
when we're looking through the glass seeing everything were dreaming
n/t letting things go
i guess its time for a decision, i gotta listen/
my heart keeps on wishing but my mind knows whats missing/
i seen it before plain as day, all give & no take/
a heartache on the horizon, theres no mistake/
i gotta make my stand before my mind breaks/
there much more at stake then them love songs by drake/
im stuck in the corner where theres no way out/
except im hangin on i guess its time i let go.../
just a quick 10 min write.
shit...i wrote this 4 hours before my gf and i broke up :S ...its like it was a sign.
next topic: break down the wall...
people are walkin around with blinders on
cant see through the differences..
...like the lights are on
turn em off...
...we've become sick i've heard the coughs
when coming together's been labeled as turnin soft
i dream of better things...
kinda like the husband of Coretta King
but the message in this letter stings
stings but not intended to murder or kill
its funny...
how we have to tear the walls down in order to build
nt/
sometimes dreams are just dreams(thats all they'll ever be)
Internet MC's are mostly crabs in a bucket
I'm no exception. I can spit nice and never get love
And we see the majors puttin' all this bullshit on a label
Like a whole song platinum and not one line was fatal
I didn't get one chuckle and yet I 'sposed to buckle
I will prolly never make but a dream is wonder
It ain't more than it seems not matter how much I want it
But it ain't nothin', literally, a dream is still something
n/t An open letter from Eminem to Nas
Eminem you seem like a passive bitch
always selling records claiming that you smack your bitch
you came out the closet and smacked your mom
and went to jail for records acting strong
when you were a teen like me ud pack the bong
but the way you react to women is wrong.
Nas y would he name is album 'nigger'
that gives me the shivers, that he would sell his
soul for some letters and paychecks to deliver
but america wouldnt, the black people of america couldnt
so who bought that album i think most of you didnt
Warm beach with girls playing volleyball around u
Hot sand burning my feet
Playing volley ball through the heat
Fine dimes in bikinis playing
Im focused on their buddy more than what they saying
Sun glazing and the funs raising
Love this beach as i'm blazing
christmas
Christmas?, a tree, not the cheerful one either
I stepped on the hemp and turned away the reefer.
I sat in my chair and took it upon myself to continue my mixtape.
Staying up late, watching Mary and Kate, in the shower.
Watching the beats light up and bloom like a flower.
I might be a noob, but that's because I just joined.
Tryna promote myself and my mix tape, so I can get going.
Chilling on my laptop, with girls, via Skype.
Getting hype, without the pipe.
Lighting up these A&R's faces like christmas lights.
So let me let other people shine and promote.
While I'm controlling my mixtape via remote
next topic:
Your life
I'd rather be dead
Than living in a world like this
With nothing to eat
No shoes on my feet
Can't get a job 'cause my skin color
Can't get a cab 'cause I'm a brother
My back's against the wall
In fear I might fall
My last words when I die
Will be fuck yall hoes
Nobody knows me
Nobody owes me shit
So suck my dick
I'd rather be dead 'cause I'm sick
Of all this racism KKK shit
All brothers aint bad
But see you treat us like animals
So we tend to get mad
This is for the suicidalists
I'd rather be dead
Grab the nine and I might just
Cross my heart and hope to die
Pull the trigger
And kiss the whole world good bye
This is for my dead homies
Dead bodies found layin' in my pocket
But ya don't know me
You still trippin off my old shit
But I aint said nothing new
It's just that you don't know shit
I'm still knockin' 'em out
Knockin' 'em dead
Dig what I said
'Cause I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead no jokin'
No use prayin'
With the preacher for money
It ain't workin'
No use gettin' me a nine to five
'Cause either way you look at it
I'm breakin' my back to be alive
It goes something like that
Then something like this
Next thing you know I get pissed
My life is up an down
How you think that sound
I'd rather be dead
I can't fuck around
Time is wastin'
Lost the rap case and
I just found out
My dad's free basin'
Problems fall on my head like a ton of bricks
And all I wanna do is get my gun quick
Bad news
Bad signs
And everytime I wanna talk
Somebody tell me it's a bad time
Another victim of circumstance
Mislead
That's why I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead 'cause I'm pissed off
And I'm mad at the world
I ain't got to girl or no money
Everything's sad but funny
Everybody seems to think I'm a dummy
But I'm gonna show 'em all
I won't miss none of yall
Try to figure out why I did it
You think you know it all
I'm gonna hold my breath
And wish for death
And when I open my eyes
I wish that there's no more life left in my body
So I can party with the devil
'Cause I'm goin' to hell
Might aswell
Soul and body
Embedded in a wooden box
When they put me in the ground
People just couldn't stop cryin'
'Cause they knew my soul was dyin
I'm going to hell
So you can stop tryin' to pray for me
You Should've talked to me
Now I'm gonna haunt your ass
Every night you sleep
You better heed the word
That the dead man said
'Cause one day
You'll rather be dead
Lifes about as good
If it could get better
Ide swimmin in cash
in uncle schrooges sweatter
My futures so bright
Its like im on stage in light
The crowd be cheerin
The beats so tight
And when its all through i stand
in empowering triumph
Topic: Altruism
Take a look for a second. Maybe open your eyes
See the pain of other people, hopin that you hearin their cries
But nobody tries, so they carry on, livin their lives
Until a tragedy strikes that has them switchin the sides?
Nah, you can't say that nothin's wrong with that
While you puffin them blunts that are long and fat
Kids are searchin trash for food, this isn't song, it's fact
White, brown, yellow and black
So how about we get off our asses and get to takin a stand
For every man, woman, child, and in every land
Sacrifice just a little and we changin the game
Give a name to the forgotten, cause we're really the same
Whether you're rich or not, you still got money to spare
What do any of us know of destitution, despair
Prostitution forced, dirty water, malaria fillin the air
There's tsunamis, disasters, genocidal bigoted bastards
And we complain because the rich have cash after the taxes?
So stop the bitchin and sacrifice, get to makin a difference
So maybe you gotta ease off the weed, it's a starving family's deliverance
And if that price is steep, then go and ask face to face for forgiveness
NT
memories that haunt you
dark desires cloud my thoughts, a great storm'a a comming
all my doubts are in a drought my pain fauset's running
forcasting her downfall i get a house call, *buuuuurrrrring"
didnt answer,"who the fucks calling?", i let it ring out more
as her body lay on top a sillouette,the last phase
moving her corpse brings me back, back to those past days
what was once soft skin is now stiffend n ma-ched
the blood that warmed her bodies now sprinkled n cascade
err no topic posted? so ill just do a random one that ill key lol...
Enemy that you secretly admire....
Since someone isn't on the same category as you, you hate
But when you know deep down that maybe he was chosen through fate
Competing use explict words, while flying in articulate herds of birds
Trying to slice with battles into thirds, Dissing by calling them nerds
But when really deep down in your heart you admire them
And you hope that when you guys finish you'll retire and bend
really just keyed that lol.....
next topic Disgrimination
Topic: Discrimination
They Hatin, Like A Religious Cult, And I'm Satan,
Being My Colors Wrong, It's Against White Regulation,
Drag My Brothers Along, My Defense I'm To Pray Salvation,
Slavery Is Ignorance, And Ignorance Is Bliss,
Feeling Like I'm A Piece Of Shit, How Can I Be Judged Like This.
NT:
Options
should i get up in the morning,yes/no, if yes tell me, what will i do today
options a problems when theres nothing positive to do other than moving yay
young brothers dyin deciding whether they going to school or not they got moves to make
choosing between an education or putting food to plate,books or rent, so they can have a room. some space,,,
lol your gonna have to pay me to finish this one :P
next topic: appreciation
I'm Searching For Appreciation Like The Sun Gets From Us,
But It Isn't Working, Like A Unix Trying To Bust Nuts,
It Takes Guts To Take The Next Step, To Be Recognized,
I'm Searching For Acceptance, With My Life Un Organized.
NT:
North Korea
war forged in battle while goverments steal workers
for world wide beef they arm us to grill burgers
they still purge with words n blind us with steel curtains
left us underpopulated with bastards of insurgents
mutilated mutated, beaten with left hooks
blown up,shit you dont see in your text books
next topic:reality check
Slapping My Face, Crack Smacking My Throat,
Reacting To Taste, Slack Packing I Devote,
My Time To False Beings, A Painted Reality,
Inside My Mind, I'm Remaining, Delaying My Sanity,
Avoiding, The Deployment Of A Sober Reality Check.
NT:
The Meaning Of A Signature
read between the the lines of code to see inside the soul of people trapped in this cyber hole
what they put out, is not who they are at home they play in darkness so much that their blinded moles
pointing fingers at the fakers that lie and pose and bitch up like the fagits who design their clothes
hi rihanna
put some bullet in this dillenga n empty 1 in each n every hancocks signature
hi rihanna
for promoting who the arent boy ill send em to the sky like its jesus re incarnate
bye rihanna
a signatures your personal consent and authority stop bitchin up like dorothy
next topic:swagg
everyone prizes it, Prized-Few actually Got-It,
Drives-Youth to Buy-Shoes so erryone knows they Rock-It,
i Drop-Shit that makes Clocks-Not-Tick i.e. i Stop-Time,
if we're talkin' about SWAG you know i Got-Mine
NT: heavy bass
Here's a story about some funky heavy bass
It rattles through your body and and then sweeps across your face
You can feel it move right through you, like some tripped out fucked up Voodoo!
and that's the little story about some funky heavy bass!
NT: Aliens
six-armed spindly soldiers, landed in flying ovals,
obama said 'whats your business proposal?',
but they just explored our discord and ended up takin over,
we begged but they ordered, us out of our homes, they stormed
our cities, roamed our countries and boned claire dunphee,
aliens? you can keep them, ill have a perfectly good weeekend
edit: NT letters (as in mail)
All i be getting is bills and credit card assessments.
If they want my money then they just gotta come get it.
Cause this mail was dead on arrival and i never catched it.
My dog kill the mail men like it was a fetish.
So come deliver my mail if you have a death wish.
Cause i don't want to see you carrying a message.
Next Topic: Self Critisism
Im always doin things that reflect,
makin sure what i do has an impact,
issue out respect,along they changes into disrespect,
go freely at night jst like a bet,
niggas promisin to beat me up with a base bet,
because they think im doin self critisism,
yeah im M.Z.D. bt u cn call me COOL.M.
Next topic:is next topic
how creative can this next topic be?
next topic will flop, most probably
topical oddity of the eastern seaboard
redundant rhymes written on many'a keyboard
retort free-minded, but keep the damn score
furthermore, everyones' invited to implore
explore the core and drop rhymes ya at the door
tore down and zipped up, i leavee a minute
transfinite, I type my rhymes then submit it.
i guess ill comply, but believe me, i posted this as a quick reply
NT: wtf is that smell?
Wtf is that smell?
dam it must be the dead rappers I left burning in hell
Hail that's what I would call the meaning I'm leaning and being discrete in the meaning of a epic fail
your sentence jail bitch rot in hell
get a good wiff of bubba's tail
don't worry I'll send you mail
pay the judge off to revoke your bail
cause I can't stand you
god dam do you.. ever get a shower you smell like kale
you got cheese on your face didn't I tell you to harpoon that whale
How many thousands of pound you gotta feed that bitch crill
do you have to smell like an ass crack do you do that at will
Is there something you can take to get rid of that stench can you take a pill
Cause you seriously smell like something that got run over and killed
Like your death came when your were jaying with a skunk in the same lane
and got ran over and became one part the smell of a fart and one part man
from the world of the looney tunes and Sammy sam sam that smells rooting tutting someone plug that dam...
Looney Tunes smoking crack
Um, Bugs Bunny is lookin funny
All red in face
And Yogi's trolling for honeys
Marvin the Martian's in outer space
But his ship never took off, the rock he smokin ain't from Mars
And Daffy Duck can't sober up, so he's washin windows on cars
I heard Lola Bunny's sellin that ass for the smallest amounts of cash
Threw some pennies at her she gave me a lap dance.
But I digress, tell Granny to get dressed
Walkin in the streets naked, beggin for 50 cents
And if one more toon asks me to spare some change or cash
I'm cutting out Sylvester's tongue, no sufferin' succotash
Hollerin at a girl.
Haven't spit for what seems like a lifetime
yea bitch, dial that number, give V a lifeline
Hoods up like it's night time, bacardi 151 and a pipeline
peruvian, okay im bullshitting you n them I aint got white lines
let me focus for a sec and just try to start maintenance on the damage
light through the window but, dark art n pain on the canvas
don't want to get too deep and lose you in the verse
on some off topic shit, drop a few clips then move 'em in a hearse
clearin out lobby's with a tommy bruh......
motivation to spit from the alcohol and insomnia
sleeps getting worse but the works getting harder
catch 22, fuck that birdshot got a .45 & some vodka
feel like im goin crazy.....and
fuck the grammer, rhyme scheme and lazy stance
yo, dose blotter and celph taut
wheres the hundred thousand bars n runnin that we scaled dog?
whatever.....
probly wont see me again for a fortnight, Im omnisic
be back up in this bitch when mitt romney wins.....
go ahead.....spark some shit
next - your mindstate
yea, it's time to read my text....
.....same shit, same riffs, different thread
gettin head....yea, what its all about in my head yo
cash, cash, and more cash, I CAN'T LET GO
flesh is safe with this vest on my chest though
on the battlefield, we got war with the swords so
firearm concealed under the fur coat on my torso
quit drinking....now im back on the bottle, see my glass?
different story this time though....it's not 'gon beat my ass
don't spit, don't read this shit, fuck it.....migraines
i hardly do anymore anyways,
I don't feel like preaching lessons learned & my mindstate
this shits wearin on like my buzz n this same beat
so I'm about to pump this shit like Zangief
let the slang speak, I'm finally off the dang streets
...relocated to foreign ones...they got the same grief
same strange peeps, people who bang n slang thangs to eat
unless the bangs a bomb then they getting slain G
I don't fuck with triggermen..they better pray, plead
....N say things like "allah akbar", sendin em sideways blazing
lazing......all that good exciting shit, time of my life
why I'm still spitting in my head, just dont have time to write
no one reads all your bars anyways, why sign em right?
why line em right? why time em, give em ply n grind em right?
go 'head clown, you thinkin "fuck Vallus, he's trife"
true but fuck you, I'm out like three strikes..
next topic - abstract ideas
Val the last one left, some thread
the lungs flex to the blunt cess,
as I watch the sunset to the dubstep
& the drum frets unload unlead
...out my surround n my subs stretch a ton yes
I don't pull my hood up unless,
theres no reason for
swingin swords through a heathen lord
..& his evil hordes that seethe and swarm
wait, accept profits, intake next knowledge
face shifts, graves split, plate tectonics
aspiration shifts fast catch a vision
pass through walls vacant halls, apparition
the trees grope........then seesaw
dirt floats then the leaves fall
cement cracks and bleeds smog, black mist
a presence passes ghastly an the grass shifts
glide on the rooftops, all mist
wind blows and the cloth whips
next topic - staying positive