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My grammar ain't good and my verse are passive
I don't want to brag, but my balls are massive
I impregnate girls at the drop of a hat
Once I even knocked up a cat
Peace out mother fucker
Yo
 
They telling me i'll never make it in the industry
My whole life saying what i was never meant to be
All I mremember is you pussies just straight dissin' me
So don't start talking like you were ever friends with me
Truth be told, man you never had my back
How many times you fuck me over now, I can barely keep track
But its funny cause I always rise and push through the bullshit
If you really knew me in the first place you would've already known this
To be honest I really hope this verse is hurtin' you
so when you finally hear my track, take it fucking personal
cause I don't think you really understand me man
and my whole plan, and how I got the fucking upper hand
On the situation that we facin', but you failed to recognize
Never in my life would I ever let you jeapoardize
my life, my dreams, my whole fucking career
So when we finally meet again, punk bitch you better steer clear
And stop saying that I'm the one who started all of this
You were the one in the first place, trying to act all hard an shit
Promise that my image will never diminish no matter how old I get
I'm only here now so we can finally get this shit over with.
 
The Moon

I'm from the One, to the Nine, to the Eighty Three
a regular Reagan baby....with ADD
spent my sanity on freedom and I don't regret purchase
walked 239,000 miles to search this
...dark side...twist spliff with no gravity
oozing elusive graffiti inside your brain cavity
in actu-illy, these earth facts are silly
like a man ain't a man if he ain't stackin' millis
I'll transform and take flight like cater-pilly
do a lap around the moon then I'm back to philly
so I can smack you silly...for not noticing the difference
type of style that touches down and leaves behind imprints
for instance... I come around like a necklace
not perfect, just dope... and rarely reckless
till I turn into a beast on nights the moon's lustrous
and even a silver bullet to the dome couldn't touch this
plus this....luscious blood rushes
in a world with no rules, I serve justice, fuck this
I.. keep it moving and ya know I don't stop
never let the moon deflate, never let the moon pop
I'm the opposite of oxygen that's up in your breath
I was dead when I came, and alive when I left
I escape to the moon, lookin' back at your planet
I respect it, but it's hectic, and I wonder how you stand it
landed...
 
I want to hear anything y'all at bluelight have written, in sobriety or... with external chemicals turned internal by ingestion, injection, however these substances reach your brain; I want to hear the lyrical effects. Post anything rhythmic, poetic, and so on that you wrote. It can be abstract, concrete, nonlinear.. I just want to hear it. :) So, shoot!

I'll start with two.

This one I wrote when I had a brain full of good ol' methoxetamine. Mm, arylcyclohexamines. Not trying to glorify but.. mm.

I'm inebriated by time displacement and yet elated without sleep I feel faded so how am I jaded by all of this hatred when I'm barely aged and experience is basic but sleep is sacred and need is chasing my dreams which are facin the chains of lacin the seams with strangeness which seems invasive but keeps me lucid and creeps on me faceless in my subconscious basement I need to erase it when time never changes and lines aren't in placement if my mind keeps on racing and changing the statement to lengthly exchanges of brainwashing paintings that lead to insane bringings maiming the range of this lameness I face to see when it happens to me mentally hungry vicarious yet lonely I don't think I know me more then I might know me so homeless and phony and told to be somebody mindless like a prodigy yet deny my audacity because I'm too cold to see where this road takes me impeccably beautifully dark here i overthink slowly but surely i type-I can't fucking sleep, reality's far from me sight's not a boundary.. SHIT. Maybe I should lay off the MXE. ;)

This next one, um, is just a freeform-ish thing that I wrote.. while.. also on arylcyclohexamines.. But I want to hear YOURS! :D

All's well when the skies are clear, so where in the hell did I leave all my fear? Is it because of the ones I endear, or maybe from finally facing the mirror? It's inane, the way emotions used to cloud my brain, insidiously they kept me enchained, so wait, why don't I want to get out of the rain? It's something local, some folklore that's often been told, I hope for something mental, but I know that this is the end of it all. It's not pronounced, yet through their mouths so often spoken...when the oxytocin's got you boastin', and you're lucid enough to control the ocean, your view is abruptly directing your floatin, holding onto the sweet memory roasted, burnt to a crisp yet you carry devotion, whatever the fuck direction you're goin', won't matter much when you swallow the potion; your lungs are clear despite your drear and dry choking, your mind is still vivid with subliminal poachin, approachin the mirror, you can see through their tones and the bullshit they wrote when you're close to the dome, you grab the hammer, now the mirror's broken, you close your ears to hear the sharp woe when; they leave the bathroom and put down the lotion, and take back the wheel of the life they're controllin, regaining it back with the knife that you're throwin, piercing their throats with the blade you're bestowed with. Their dear broken bones are enticing to poke at, filling their lungs with an indecent thumbtack, skill is the boat that you float on to keep track; Motives get thrown out if contentment's what you lack; incentive will grow with a brutal blowback, pain often paves the path for your retract, but self-indulgence makes this restless road an amnesic paved road leading blindfolded to a cataract.
 
I made a thread for this, however it hasn't seen any responses. If you'd like to comment that'd be cool! (I think it sucks, hence why I'm sharing it on a web forum right now and not with the persom whom inspired me to write it. So be honest f you think it sucks, I don't want to sow it to her otherwise haha..)

The sky at night
Moons delight

Constellations teaming
Consciousness is beathing

Sailing the sea's of love
Like a pair of dove's

Divide by zero
Cannot even a hero

Impossible too, seems this feeling
Like meditating, It's healing

Metaphysical awareness in mind
Eternal ignorance left behind

A Karmic interaction
Astrological infraction

Divine meaning
Energy gleaming

Like soaring Doves, up so high
It can only be you, my night sky
 
Whoever gave you the inspiration I'm sure would love to hear it. :) I like "a karmic interaction, astrological infraction" quite a bit. Keep it up! Do you ever speak your lyricism, or just write it down like me?
 
I've been thinking about writing this for a very long time and I guess it's about time I do it:

My love why do you always deny
That you only love me when you are high
You tell me there is no difference even when you are sober
But this keeps happening over and over

All the things you say you forget
And I am always left with regret
That I was with you all this time
My heart was torn and is no longer divine
 
Ahaha thanks! Aight here's another one:

A woman people think can never hurt a fly
Everything she touches just dies
Created by Hades from rage and hate
Leaves people across the lands in a horrible state
 
all acquaintance be God damned.
for every year, a slaughtered lamb.
memory cells, like wishing wells.

a synaptic dime.
thoughts, prone to lost time.

an orifice. a Christmas ham.
drinking the blood of Christ,
with salt and lime.

all acquaintance
be God damned.

for every year,
a slaughtered
lamb.
 
while tripping and having difficulty grasping the concept of time i scrawled these a while back:

while walking the earth
flying through time
everything gets left behind
only what's now is mine
a point at the end of the line
what was the past worth

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emotion and memory will not sever
for moments that are lost forever
as time moved on
what took you so long
is already all gone
it's neither now nor never
time and place missing together
where does yesterday belong?

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I realise the structure isn't right in them, i'd say that i'll fix them at some point but i won't, yay for half finished inane ramblings
 
^ no worries Lazarus it's a beautiful poem <3 Here is what I have pondered today:

I have to fight this through and survive
I have to break through and stay alive
No matter how excruciating, no matter how debilitating
This pain trying to put me down, I will remain standing
 
all acquaintance be God damned.
for every year, a slaughtered lamb.
memory cells, like wishing wells.

a synaptic dime.
thoughts, prone to lost time.

an orifice. a Christmas ham.
drinking the blood of Christ,
with salt and lime.

all acquaintance
be God damned.

for every year,
a slaughtered
lamb.

Nonsensical sense, beautiful :)

Lazarus, is there really anything better then nonlinear rhythmic rambling? seriously, yay, I love mutilating my time writing this kind of thing. Show me more >:D
 
^ no worries Lazarus it's a beautiful poem <3 Here is what I have pondered today:

I have to fight this through and survive
I have to break through and stay alive
No matter how excruciating, no matter how debilitating
This pain trying to put me down, I will remain standing




These poems are impeccable, I love how direct and concrete they seem. They make a lot of sense. tis wonderful!

A rhyme that's been flooding my mind the past couple nights;
Sugar, honey
Drugs and money
When the line of homicide from popping the nine crosses from tragic to funny
And everything seems sunny, no matter what appears wrong,
Hustling through the days oblivious of where you belong,
But you continue to happily whistle and sing your merry song,
You don't realize the insidious tide doesn't ever use a condom,
And while the parties get better, clear skies become the weather,
The connection between your endeavors clarifies as a mild burn
And days seem nice, your head is flooded with green lights,
unaware of what's eating at your insides every day and night
It's more then subliminal, it degrades without killing you,
spilling your innards and leaving you hollow, schizo, and scared to turn
Your back to learn the track you walked down was a trap set in black for your closet covered subconscious love of washed and muddled fears and yearns...
Though it ain't no big deal,
She fucks you and rips at your pigtails, and while your memories were great, was it really worth the big nail entailed for you to fail before any sign of prevail,
In your coffin now you're frightened of invisible rain and inane imaginations of hail?
 
You are a harlet, a witch
You cast me spells and leave my skin with an itch
Jealous of my beauty, jealous of my lover
You tried but failed to win him over
 
Where to go.
What to do.
Who knows?
Do you?
I think not,
None of us do.
We just do.




I know it's not much, but I was thinking about life and this popped into my head. Posted more for the meaning than the presentation I suppose.
 
Simple, beautiful. :)

This one's damned strange. It's an argument between a material-driven American youth and a... idk a native american or monk from thousands of years ago?

dear primitive relatives of extensive intrepid intelligence,
somethin's tellin me we disagree on what pleasure is,
(what do you mean, little emcee, when the magic's so prevalent,
Much like the flow of my words when this sentence ends,
the flow of it all synergizes with the simple soul and the beauty of life-
it's all paradise, the good and the bad,
young lad,
and your personal enterprise is a piece of the puzzle, shining bright)
no, you see, what's best is matter in the form of materials
(Shit, you jaded freak, you're missing the point, you're delirious! )
(Forget your predisposed love of your iphone and clothes, )
(the time's come you should know, the disaster of a material goal.)
Bitch, please, what do you got, a rock and a stick?
That means nothing. you're archaic, you're obsolete.
Life is bleak without all this stuff that's neat,
it defeats, the purpose to have nothing, to be like a blank sheet,
so what do I need to proceed to take it all and make my life complete?
The steaks are high, like minced meat,
without possession we're simply
a face that might be pretty and a squishy body that's limpy,
searching for something until we
crawl back in the hole and become the dirt,
so why not get rich fast and buy a couple versace shirts?
Money' the root of all bliss,
excuse me miss,
but without fat stacks and an xbox, I ain't shit.
Trust me, the grass is always greener when your wallet's greener,
forever my demeanor, 300 dollar jordan sneakers, I'll never live cheaper,-
or give away my custodies to anyone lesser then me;
I've got it all, don't come barking up my money tree;
I've got 2 pounds of weed,
drinking lean,
while you're out gettin excited about something that is simply
*dumb as fuck*, like
seriously, rivers and sunbeams?
(take a step back, kid, before I rip that chain from your pocket,)
(take your precious little wallet,)
(and blaze it up like a shaman.)
(You work and work to make commodities for someone above you, )
(but you become a bleeding casualty with everything you produce. )
(The truth might loosen your noose, remove your jordan shoes, and perk up your diamond blue)
(two pierced ears, because a true meaning's coming through-You make your money filthy, disregard) (the exquisitely intricate simplicity,)
(degrade yourself as a futility to get that sleek bugatti gleam,)
(replace the functional vehicle with a shiny new machine,)
(reap resources carelessly to purchase worthless vanity,)
(scared to see the bleakness, aw man, your soul boasts weakness.)
(A happy accident in your pants, apparently,)
(although this serendipity's more purposeful then your wet dream,)
(Forget that mess, man, the beauty's inside the nonlinear,)
(yeah, the flow of a river, the amazement of a ripple,)
(explosion patterns, natural fractals, and still those)
(unexplainable things like the erosion of a mountain,)
(placement of the stars, some things we think that we can't even fathom,)
(but yet, in all this beauty, in all it's elegancy,)
(we're each an individual piece,)
(We're parallel to the possibilities of the growth of a tree,)
(the stars, the rollercoaster, damn it stop laughin' at me..)
(the road that life goes, intertwined with matter and energy,)
( through such complexity, has borne what we call human beings)
…..Oh hell, man, I get it now. It's almost like I've been allowed
a part of the brilliance, to spill it, twist it, lift it, and let it out.
On the shoulders of the universe,
but dissolved, melted, and thoroughly dispersed,
with such a glorious wave of inertia
beauty, man, it's all constantly moving. I'll move with it.
Become a part of the river, because in reality we're not so different,
Thanks, you eccentric fuck, realized it's life I'm truly livin'.
 
Skipping stones on Hells waters
Sacrificing virgin daughters
Nows the chance,put down the gun
Or be locked in closed quarters.
Hear the bell tow at mid-day,
In the yard all the wolves play.
You can smell the burning flesh,
Of a man whos seen his last day.
Is it me,or is it not.
Babies born,while bodies rot.
We cant afford engraved stone,
So we did our own plots.
Armagheddon on the rise
Human race with bloodshot eyes
Chasms swallow mountain tops,
Like hearts with swollen pride.
 
I made a thread for this, however it hasn't seen any responses. If you'd like to comment that'd be cool! (I think it sucks, hence why I'm sharing it on a web forum right now and not with the persom whom inspired me to write it. So be honest f you think it sucks, I don't want to sow it to her otherwise haha..)

The sky at night
Moons delight

Constellations teaming
Consciousness is beathing

Sailing the sea's of love
Like a pair of dove's

Divide by zero
Cannot even a hero

Impossible too, seems this feeling
Like meditating, It's healing

Metaphysical awareness in mind
Eternal ignorance left behind

A Karmic interaction
Astrological infraction

Divine meaning
Energy gleaming

Like soaring Doves, up so high
It can only be you, my night sky

Finally mustered up the courage to share this one with my girl. :)

Wrote it down on a piece of notebook paper, and sealed it in an envelope. Addressed and stamped, mailing in the morning. Deciding to go the old fashioned route and give it to her in a letter. :)

I changed the wording slightly when I wrote it, very minor adjustments though. I'll post back what she thinks when she reads it! =D
 
Some aussie hip-hop coming at ya, something I wrote a few years ago after a personal tragedy.


Two Betrayals

I thought you were supposed to be my best mate
all we were was two kids with all love and no hate

and you there bitch with the glossy brown eyes
you're not beautiful just a filthy slut in disguise

You two were the two that meant the most
but you both fucked me over so here is my toast

to the fucking dog that was there since I was nine
and went behind my back with no fucking spine

I can't believe you can treat a mate like that
what was going through your head you cowardly rat

I don't know how you could betray another
like im some random cunt and not your brother from another mother

You treat everyone with no respect
like you think your perfect

stuffing your fiend face full of gear
every day of the whole fuckin year

And this bitch who held my heart
ripped it up and tore it apart

Can't believe you went from me to him
throw you in with a shark for a swim

it might hurt less than what you did to me
now your torn apart and I'm watchin with glee
I'm sitting here in the sand
polaroid, coke and smoke in hand

Holy shit look at you go
your body sinking below

That's right bitch that's what I thought
Fuck me heavens I know what I should have brought

One of them HD cameras that has the video record
So I can replay this shit and get an academy award!!

I'll fucking cause a scene when I get every cunt back
it's gonna be messy as fuck hearing your bones crack


Fuck you dogs for this pain
promise I won't miss I'm gonna aim
right for your mongrel face
decorate your blood all over this place
it's up the walls and up the ceiling
But fuck me this is such a good feeling
Your before me now cunt get down kneeling
You took my heart, from me you're stealing
but I'll let your pain begin, SHUT UP CUNT STOP SQUEALING!!


So begone Satan cus we're hatin
your a demon in disguise an these lies
we aren't takin em so stop blamin em
we were family and not a mistress

Do you remember us
cus you never missed us
I was your bro who came before that hoe but here I go--
FUCK YOU
 
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