Book of Rhymes - ft. XM

[HighEngineChief]

Book of Rhymes

HighEngineChief
XM




Ayo X man, I found that book you was asking about,

Word

Word nigga, hold up, let me skim through it right quick

Do your thing kid -

Alright, listen, yo - ok, look -



Page 13
Murder on the street, population wearin' thin - contimplatin' every sin
Lots of hateful shit - Cops laying lil kids where the operating table is
His heart caught the bullet to save his ribs so we could barbeque
Celebrate that he's alive even when it's far from true -

- Sorry dude, we don't need a god to martyr you;

"Aye son, we need some A1!"

Delayed tongues don't taste the hate that we hide our face from
Wipe the blood from our face up and keep eating till our waist bust
The government licks the plate clean - any crum we may leave
Your nothing but an antrey from the soft age of eighteen



Fuck, that's wack - scratch that

What you got fam?

"Ha!, shit fam, ok, look"

Page 7
From the age of arrogant teach'n, you dare to be decent
Streets of gold within your grasp - who cares if you reach it?
It's all fair games, faith in the lord - share what we keep bitch
Why look to the book of redemption? who's there whom can preach it?

- we're just lower extremities compared to paraplegics;

"Yo shit, motor and sensory functions"

Structured and drifted corruption - we don't exist to the public
Let's stick to the subject - unable to stay pissed if we wanted
Hell every pause that we got - fuck it, the claws were attached
Came tales to turn and run - most were mauled from the facts

That's all I wrote that day - how bout you bro?

I got a little somethin' somethin'

Page 29
Trina was just a trick, always reaching for dick - tryna squeeze out a cent
She didn't like it but she needed the rent cause were all feinds for a check
A slow, screeching decent into the gutter of a single mothers evil extent
Frontin' like she never felt a degree of regret or didn't even need our respect
Needless to say, she was a vet -

no, wait, okay here we go

yo

Page 33
The bottom of the barrel, a haunted little stairwell - a bog of heroin smell
Spoons and ballons form the terrace of hell where the few deralicts dwell
A person is just a shell after his character melts, the swelling of veins
Watch them rupture upward and become the puppets terrible strings

Naw, X why you let me write this lame ass shit

Let me hear some of that old school shit

I gotchu famo, check it..

Page 47
The flushed up couches, pretty pussies tickled and blushed they blouses
Rugged houses stashed with the same shit that we stuff our ounces
Drunk with mouses, spilling the licks - cats always pluck the pounces
Run they mouths - loving to ball but lucky to fucking bounce it

"Wrong turns lead you to me - I'm on another route bitch"

Page 11
Simple mind games, when nines rang - sick with a blind rage
Ya words nothing, but we back ours - without the time change
Define flame, style so in vein, where the syringe meets
Too treaty while the silencer we use is to extend peace

Bruh get on that B-Boy shit..

Is they ready for it, check it..

Page 1
Kool Herc shit, my word script is unattainable like fools gold is
"This nigga got no sense." Oh shit! I don't, how did you notice?
No motive, I kill it just to watch it die with two monster eyes
Hop in a car, roll over top your spine and say I was just stopping by
I'm bout to jump, I hope the knot is tight - I don't wanna repeat myself
Evil? I don't even have feelings to feel evil without a needles help
Is this how the demons felt when they were all thrown in the pit
Who knows. All I know is if I'm going in it I'm fuckin' throwing a fit
The villagers torches are lit - chasing me through the forest again
I don't torture the men, I swallow them whole then torture their kids
So much more than just sick, a horror flick in white porcelain skin
The swordsmen of pens - come to cut your fuckin' torso in tens

X man, take this mother fucker home

Real shit, we home..

Page 1
I'm from the age where many lives, abrupt n' hazy
I'd rather get a prick from the rose then pluck a daisy
Maybe it's nothing...maybe..it ain't enough to change me
Weigh'n down on my heart the murder records what amaze me
So these facts dwell......while living off crack sales
Not love'n our baby mommas, corrupt'n our black males
It's something I ask still, no wonder I'm that real
Point'n fingers at nations they claim'n that rap killed
Our generation but listen wise its statistical
Don't let it get to you these many lies they gon' spit ot you
...........Because the devil is in each indivdual
How girls turn to mothers and these boys turn to criminals
These seasons are rare but please believe when i'm there
I'll just stick to myself not give reasons to stare
Anything not worth the wait I don't easily care
With this pen I jot thoughts down neatly and clear

*Close Book*

[dreaming_awake]

Pretty intense man. At first the concept kinda threw me off but I think it's really cool the way this was written. Definitely a good collab with both feeding the flame, kept me reading it for sure. I like the little transitions too, it helps the piece progress. My favorites were page 7, and both of the page 1's. This is some good shit y'all.

[Spektakular]

shit man this piece was crazy you both had a good flow man i like how you both kept the rhyme scheme through this whole shit yo sick vocab was nice, structure on point but word drop this in audio yo this would be sick if you could catch a beat for it, nice multis here and there kepts on topic through most of it you both came nice man keep dropping that shit....bring the noise

[Blynd]

Like the idea a lot, but kind of confused with the execution. Couldn't tell who was spitting what, when, and didn't understand if the book was a rhyme book? However, some nice raps, without doubt. I liked 7, 11, and both 1's a lot, but there's good flow throughout, and the flows are consistent enough where there's no distinction between rappers which would actually translate very nicely to audio. Anyway, I think this is definitely a nice collaboration with a good idea that I think could be expanded a tad. If you don't mind RTF thanx

[XM]

Uppin....Hec I didn't know you even drop'd this...maybe we should put where who drop'd what lol....but I think its fine the way it is...

[XM]

uppin.

[XM]

uppin

[CiBiTrIx]

This piece was pretty sick, your deffinently the future of this forum man. Amazing storytelling experience here dude. Your wording was really well put together. The flow was iffy here and there, could be your rhymescheme. So work on that. But the imagery was mind bottling on this beast kiddo. Your very talented. Going to be a BEAST in Sacred Scriptures when it starts up. Great job. Keep writing.

[Godwasheeeeeeeeeeeeere]

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...552/index.html rtf

god damn this was on some original next level shit, the dtructur was dope n almost perfect. the content was beyond nice. this piece was fucking raw. xm u bein an audio head i expect u to slack at text but u show n prove wit each piece i see

this was def on point

props

[XM]

....still sleeping I see?

[sILLable]

well..sick read first off...i like the concept,both of meshed together real nicely,ill rhyme scheme from both,i love the vocab used,i dont really think either one of you had a better verse,i thought some parts were better form XM and some were better from HEC..i think you both had real nice wordplay..complex lyrics and great concepts,i liked how yall played back and forth,page 47 was my favorite from XM for sure,the last four bars of the first part of page 1 for HEC..just personal favorites,i enjoyed the read and thought you both did a sick job..ill collab..keep droppin hottness for sure.~1~

[XM]

ups.

[XM]

Wow if this isn't slept on

[Dead Minned]

this is some Open Mic dope shit. Def. a HOF piece.

[-Velocity-]

Idea behind this shit is priceless, delivery pretty solid. A few points on that .... O wait...what shit... but otherwise dope.. Fav part. Def Solid.


" a bog of heroin smell
Spoons and ballons form the terrace of hell where the few deralicts dwell
A person is just a shell after his character melts"

^-- straight raw truth, real hip hop shit.