My tounge is the canvas my lyrics are the pot of paint
my pictures come to life and slap some cunts across the face
It's in my scripture to write lines and out rap runts in this race
ill tip the scales and insight rhymes like click clack, you keeping pace?
ill rip n impale those who bite lines like "Biff!" "Smack!" gone without a trace
giving lip to this male will make a height in crime cause riff raff wont stand for me gettin played
it's not the beat or tune, it's the bars that can make you,
evidently enough for some to make the great break through,
but on the other hand, you'll get those who grow to hate you,
you can't sink in shit like you've got the fucking plague too,
you gotta pick yourself up, find people, get in touch,
not cage yourself in like you're sittin' in a rabbit hutch,
lyrically flow, but at times you gotta give it rough
enough to make 'em love you like a best mate, even though it's tough.
I'm going places in this world... tell 'em that I'm working on a come up
If you ask about my flow homie... I'll just give you the thumbs up
I work miracles... smell my lyrics... they got a waft'a brilliance
Don't fall to fakeness my brothers... say, "Fuck you" and spawn resillience
I spit holy fire on the microphone... you could swear I was preaching gospel
I spread love like an epidemic... my shit is never hostile
I ain't one with battling... I'm just tryin'a make fun when I rhyme
When I'm on the grime... word magic that'd make the stars reallign
Trying to spread peace like butter... I want y'all to love each and one another
Hation is destroying our nations... toting guns on your favourite CD cover
We need hapiness to find what's real.... fuck the fake shit
I throw out dollar bills to the homeless... with no hesitation
I wear no fascade of granduer... lying never helps find inner peace
I find happiness through my music... spittin' dope shit to swift beats
But you gotta find your own outlet... even though it might be my scene
'cause prison years are long when you count it... just for feeding some dope fiend
metaphorical beat, historical feat,
rhetorical questions might leave you dead in the heat
of the moment, you're meat,
for my predator ways, i aint changed,
been the same since the day my pen met the sheet,
i'm colder than the freezer so you better wear a fleece
and seize, the moment to scatter.. take a train, plane or car,
to a distance afar, further than the furthest of stars,
or planets, for example mars,
i'll leave you with scars so deep they'll cut through your arse.
Philosophical spits with no answers
to raise more questions then vanish like ghost, phantoms
straight off the dome, handle.. ya family's.. scandal
i rip you up and wear ya skin like arabs wear sandals
i'm like a violent ruler, going great lengths to damage ya
plus i deliver great shots like expensive cameras
the name is Melmoth, on ya blocks like tetris..
you call me out to battle son you gonna regret this..
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double post
a dude with heart in the mood to tear tunes apart
fuck wishin, im spittin with precision hittin shootin stars,
my bars are hard, im snappin' your like matchsticks
you might score in ya lyrics, im gunnin for a hat trick
i couldn't give a shit which pricks better, i'll sever scripts
i leave ya chick wetter then british weather, clever?
nah, im thick as pigshit, so sick ill sniff ya shit
leave ya speechless like a chick suckin thick dick
potent like a rasta's aroma, put you out like a coma
after i smash these guys i'll pass the mic over...
Nice first post dude..Originally Posted by Scumbag
cheers man! dropped another verse in the open mic thing i think n' just did one off the top. cheers bro
everyone's got underlying fears, beneath their lack of tears,
then again some have got zilch between the ears,
so be hearing this, you'll soon get the jist..
rising up ranks, no need for thanks,
getting these MCs to walk along planks,
i aint got time for wannabe's,
if you wanna see these lines, they're coming easy,
probably making queens queasy,
and my fans? i guess they all need me,
so i'm soon destined to be on Tv,
on the breakfast show, with people turning to see me..
i'm like the whiter taio,
you put the mic in micro,
i'm becoming a lyrical psycho,
you can't compete, your future's as bleak as a winter night show.
I regret what I did for business.
Because all it did was effect my Mental Fitness.
I was once a religious worship.
But these cavity searches,
Are the cause of when this reality worsens.
Curses to my name, Zane is insane.
Insane in the brain, now I'm lying in hearses.
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CREATIONAL DAMAGE
my infatuation with rappin's a rapid collaboration of habits in action
pursure my passion combative and rabid
on a mission strapped with a package actively flammable
the thought of you as a prodigal's laughable, hysterical
spittin inner confessions bout my bitterness in this profession
i feel the willingness to build is against an oppression
they wanna burn and get rid of the tenement sections
givin kids ridilin like penecillin injections
im a pinnacle of aggresion when syllables are the weapons
cook with heat, butcher beats i'm splittin em into sections
sirloin cuts, chop the hook, filet the verse
so fresh from the land to your hands that you can taste the dirt
i work to adminitster rhyme medicine
if yours isn't effective i can prescribe Edison's
you wanna be impressive bitch, spit some intellectual shit
about politics, the national deficit,
or how the church promotes hate and passive aggressiveness
unbreakable, automatic, repetetive
leavin fiends bloody bodybagged coughin on sedatives
oh - you rep your set, well, here's a coffin to represent
for causin the mess repent with an offering of all of your posessions
including those rhymebooks of fraudulent messages
ya cars and ya residence, i'm proclaimin it mine
flatten that, plant a seed, turn the grapes into wine
if you got a legacy traced i'm erasing the lines
tongue like a serpant, fuck the past, we've reached the present,
the elements i've combined to become what i want is evident,
take a simple concept, add some imagery, don't be hesitant,
i beg to differ with anyone who says i couldn't even be president,
all you need is hunger, a passion to receive salary,
and eat it up like calories, give the people of the country flattery,
tell 'em that you'll do shit, but in reality you don't do it
lie and steal their hopes away, it won't be the first time they've been through it.
^^^^^ Fuckin nice edison, man!^^^^^^
i love puffin' my weed as im fuckin a sheep
fantasies of me headbuttin that slut the queen
leave ya screamin' when i whip my dick out
im like a gay's ass you wouldn't beleive the shit i'll
blow ya mind with, your skills are like my dick
......i can't find it, middle finger, im behind it
my rhymes are blindin, like cumshots to the eyes
i like to cause friction like a fatslag's thighs
^^^^^ Fuckin nice man!^^^^^^
i love puffin' my weed as im fuckin a sheep
fantasies of me headbuttin that slut the queen
leave ya screamin' when i whip my dick out
im like a gay's ass you wouldn't beleive the shit i'll
blow ya mind with, your skills are like my dick
......i can't find it, middle finger, im behind it
my rhymes are blindin, like cumshots to the eyes
i like to cause friction like a fatslag's thighs
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