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I know there are some people here who can write, and I wanna see what yall got....so add a little something...hip hop, poetry, song lyrics, short stories, haikus, whatever comes off the top of the head at the moment...

I'll get it started....




flashy not fictitious, flow ridiculous
number one with a bullet, trigger finger tickelish
vote for change? please, they're suckin the same tit
life's a bitch, they skipped the foreplay and came quick
history repeating, time and time again
they're never gonna notice how it's never gonna end
forget how I be spellin it, find patterns in the elements
rage against machine, shoot holes in their intelligence
natural instincts to kill, one rhyme at a time
fuck that soft shit that you find in the mind
I like my fish raw, my money in dollar sacks
I speak that abstract but stand on solid facts
little black bombs with the mother fuckin fuse lit
flying thru your windows and you know you can't defuse shit
lose quick, when you're battlin' a champion
toppin' charts and crackin brackets that you can't be in
point a cannon at the devil, clean the mess that you be standin' in
so be polite and wipe your feet when steppin' in my mans-ion




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Wrote this in like 2min

Highschool was a phase in my triple c daze,
development short circuited and my reality distorted it,
my life became contorted by it, my future was aborted by it.

I never knew that a time would come where it was back to reality
so called friends all mad at me, chillin on this canopy, mind slipping eternally

delusions of grandeur have me runnin' wild, but it's cool, at least it's I'm in style
With my black trench coat and those tripps and chains, psychedelic deity draggin my soul away

But sadly I had to come crashing down to earth, its an eventual occurrence, a relapse from ignorance, an instant reassurance, that the world I live in isn't so great at all, it might be if I decided to give my all..
 
exitlike entrance
exiting room like
womb / find your
step / brief
intelligence
 
In the cypher, lets get it poppin,
when 80 spit there aint no stoppin.
Watch white boy kill it, like my name myers
flow so cold snowmen admire.

Out the game but the guns still for hire,
rolled the dutch, toss a lighter.
Online they call me 80, in the
hood furry; codone in the flesh,
leave ya vision blurry. So Ima pass
the mic, i stoled the thread like it
was your bike

80
 
Poetic Fusion Engage! lol.

I'm not gonna lie, that shit was type tough,
You can tell by the weight of your post you like it rough ;)

But how long can you live with that sort of style
when the government has us runnin the mile

to steal and cop and use, and then all again,
it's the strategy they use to keep us in the pen

They bind us, by all this shit that doesn’t define us,

laws in place that constrict thought and try to confine us

the story of a guy whose choices get taken out of context, they hex he gets vexed and then he writes text on the walls,

tells the story of it all, about his life his pain and strife with a knife self defense against his crazy wife,

and the same blade he used to slice her fine, was the same blade he used to cut his lines

but he’s willing to pay the price for paradise a baggie of fine white crystal ice that’ll definitely get him nice

and what about tomorrow? That isn’t a thought when crashing has him in sorrow.

And he progresses to the needle, that quick rush, instant blush speaking rapid mush.

One you start to inject, when you’re sick it’s impossible to reject from a so called friend a rig full of gear.

Now everyday he lives his life in fear, knowing that the end is near.
 
Fuck the feds, i put green on there heads
I keep the burner under my bed, under my pillow,
gonna make someone a widow, or maybe cop some
to smoke, in my hood guns and dutches stay toked,
green so mean the whiteboys stay stoked!

When I walk in the room, they know what it is,
I'm here for your life, or some biz, even bangers be like
"that block is his", so I protect it with my life, in this battle
you bought a knife! And i got a 30clip, shoot more than
old ladies knit. Blulight keepin it hood, the police know whats
good. They can never shut us down, groundhogged the way
we underground.

80
 
i hear a hush in my head as red flows
between the creases of my bed
my mind idles, sputtering sparks
that fail to ignite like my lighter
my hand's already in flight
to the matches in the drawer
and the camels in my pockets
catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror
my eyes are sunken in their sockets
just another day in the dark
the blinds are drawn around the windows
and i can't get any light
though i can hear the fluorescent bulb drone
maybe i'm going blind
not in my head but in my heart
maybe i could sell my death at auction
if i set the camera timer and cut my self apart.
 
and just when you think you've got it- you dont know shit
unaware of what I'm really locking with those lips
damn dumb kids gone and ruined my worldview
got plenty of passions but there's nothing to argue
what even are you?
some type of angel?
multiple choice- love, lose or strangle?
Either angle, there's only one clear goal of mine
for better or for worse we're becoming intertwined
 
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nearjat said:
and just when you think you've got it- you dont know shit
unaware of what I'm really locking with those lips
damn dumb kids gone and ruined my worldview
got plenty of passions but there's nothing to argue
what even are you?
some type of angel?
multiple choice- love, lose or strangle?
Either angle, there's only one clear goal of mine
for better or for worse we're becoming intertwined
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Mabe an angel of death, ya raps over, take the last breath.
It's a no brainer of who's verse is the best, flow bullet proof like
20 vests, your retarded like doing 20 in a vet, that freak on a
leash is my pet, fuck her stupid, then fuck her smart, your
flow dont make sense, like a story with no start.

You aint never slang rock, you aint never slang dope,
da block knows ya boy got both! So I toss the prepaid
before I hear that knock from the DEA, Ima leave you DOA
no resesitation, so get off blu and go back to masturbating.

80
 
80mg said:
Mabe an angel of death, ya raps over, take the last breath.
It's a no brainer of who's verse is the best, flow bullet proof like
20 vests, your retarded like doing 20 in a vet, that freak on a
leash is my pet, fuck her stupid, then fuck her smart, your
flow dont make sense, like a story with no start.

You aint never slang rock, you aint never slang dope,
da block knows ya boy got both! So I toss the prepaid
before I hear that knock from the DEA, Ima leave you DOA
no resesitation, so get off blu and go back to masturbating.

80
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Man this kid needs to check his eyesight
comin off on battle raps when i'm chillin on a freewrite
get ya shoes tight, cuz you trippin my man
do yourself a favor and cop a recovery plan
youll need rehabilitation when I'm through with my demonstration
of lyrical elation and hiphop illustrations
face it, ya whole damn style is see-through
i'll bet this verse will have you askin for a fuckin re-do
and man I feel you- I don't get paid for my narcotics
but I keep my listeners comin' back like they hooked on phonics
thats a promise
ill ruin your name off the top of the brain
tell your crew give it up cuz there's no stoppin my game
you got me fucked up so I'm here to fix this
i spit that shit that'll end your existence
 
existence, we come thru in the sixth sense
float around a bit and touch down to kick dents
in everything we see, everything we be
is everything our wish list is never gonna need
we toss the fame out, to boss the game out
penetrate their territory, cross their name out
every dealer got vice, every gamble got dice
every pussy got price, some'll cost your life
so get it un-twisted, the sun glistens
on six billion people even when none listens
tongue twist the track and bring it right back
are you listening? ........attack!
 
sick ^^^

I don't remember when I saw it, wouldn't make a difference neither
when I noticed it had rotted i also noticed I'm sleeper-
a reefer- madness collaborative overloaded static passenger to the
planet of drab-bitch-made faux-corporate ladders
it slipped right by like "damn I'm sly"
I will not pry for answers why
Peripherals of cannabis capture the wide aperture
a view that big dont matter if your simply another splatter
 
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nearjat said:
Man this kid needs to check his eyesight
comin off on battle raps when i'm chillin on a freewrite
get ya shoes tight, cuz you trippin my man
do yourself a favor and cop a recovery plan
youll need rehabilitation when I'm through with my demonstration
of lyrical elation and hiphop illustrations
face it, ya whole damn style is see-through
i'll bet this verse will have you askin for a fuckin re-do
and man I feel you- I don't get paid for my narcotics
but I keep my listeners comin' back like they hooked on phonics
thats a promise
ill ruin your name off the top of the brain
tell your crew give it up cuz there's no stoppin my game
you got me fucked up so I'm here to fix this
i spit that shit that'll end your existence
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Niggas talking about listeners as he types,
what the fuck is a free write? My verse a virgin,
it stay tight, your verse a slut, it stay loose.
My niggas drunk, grey goose, ya niggas kids,
grape juice.

Your hooked on phonics, Im hooked on chronic
So steppin too me is like suicide by rap,
lyrically I bust caps, and literaly too, taking
to ya shawty, come here boo. She cam with you,
she left with me; on the corner since I'm 13.
You aint making no dough, I'm fully geared,
ya naked, put on some clothes.

80
 
80mg said:
Niggas talking about listeners as he types,
what the fuck is a free write? My verse a virgin,
it stay tight, your verse a slut, it stay loose.
My niggas drunk, grey goose, ya niggas kids,
grape juice.

Your hooked on phonics, Im hooked on chronic
So steppin too me is like suicide by rap,
lyrically I bust caps, and literaly too, taking
to ya shawty, come here boo. She cam with you,
she left with me; on the corner since I'm 13.
You aint making no dough, I'm fully geared,
ya naked, put on some clothes.

80
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Just so ya know, you've got a predictable flow
I get the feeling that your slow so I wont ask you to go
just understand the shame that comes from battlin a pro
take some time on pen and paper it'll help ya to grow
talkin bout stealin' my chicks and shit no problem with flexin
i'll have em all back cuz oxycontin inhibits erections
next-gen spittin got you lookin like tool homie
yo choppy ass lines make me imagine you droolin on me
thats disgusting yo but your acting aint got me fooled G
take a step back because your garbage aint new to me
 
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a shepherd in sheep's clothes
a wolf when I hafta be
who could accurately grab this microphone after me?
that cracked leather black weather, like inflictin' pain
the type of guy to reach inside your ear and nick your brain
fuck your hustle, fuck your muscle, fuck a tussle, fuck a stand-off
grab the devil by his pitchfork and chop his fuckin hand off
 
Drunk- forgive the sloppiness

i dont even remember really when i first lost it
dope brain hard to maintain i swear my shit rotted
like LSD im blotted- across every mind frame
my experience as a lyricist almost helps me stay sane
my brain is a total mess brilliant but nonsense
aint your average commuter i see through psychedelic lense
to most life is common sense but that shits got me clueless
ruthless the way I'm treated by my own mind g
but i gotta move on so I keep walking blindly
mind me- cuz my shits rigged to a short fuse
fuck me over first because cuz its some shit that I'm used to
im through minus beats chicks and rhymes
peace, according to this beat i'm outta time
 
this thread has been done so many times before
organizing cleaning up them turns into a chore
its like rhyming about your mind blown out -
man that shit is a bore

tryin to be writing out - beat boxin
is like standing back - tapping yo foot - into the wind
waitin cautiously - for the champs to walk in
showing you how its done - while you staring, scratching yo chin
meanwhile your thoughts - are still - wearing you thin

yalls rhymes for kids-
like candy-rappers
these words they pop-
like some pistol pappers
this smoke dont stop-
and theres more for after
i lead yo girl out the door-
so just relax -
and act-
like it dont matter
 
history repeats and it still feels fresh
bad memory- either more or less
it'll wear a kid out like extra stress
i feel blessed when given a rest
suckas get filtered through the mesh to
be recycled for next years go to
emcee to be preyed upon
aint a matter of brain or brawn
just think you've been around too long

(that was dope btw panic)
 
was just jotting this down and decided to record it. give a listen to the link at the bottom.

let 'em go, let 'em go...let 'em go let 'em go
flying thru the sky while they're lying down below
ain't thirstin' for the trouble, ain't burstin' up the bubble
just stumbled on escape route while searchin' thru the rubble
I don't know, I don't know...where does it go?
I got nothin' better anyway, just go slow, oh
and it's doesn't take take, take take long
till the noises all around start to form new songs
strange colors and lighs and my grip feels tight
and I wouldn't understand, leavin' this underland
welcome to my planet, you're rockin' with the bold & shady
I like to chop apart the blues and sample rock & roll baby
I love a soul lady, and I never let her leave my mind
from the day I saw her face until the end of time
I'm.........the one for you
and you know it baby baby you're for me too
I'm.........the one for you
and you know it baby baby you're for, me, too


http://soundcloud.com/dubulous-productions/while-you-were-sleeping
 
It’s pretty sad when you realize
that those with the power aren’t doing nothing
that those those with nothing are the ones who know something

my happiness doesn’t come from material gain
death fearing elite making riches out of pain
it’s an internal struggle to rise to the top
but if I had half the drive they had there’s no way that I’d stop

Driven to badness by madness causes sadness
They’d be alot better off if they knew that they could have this.
 
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