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instead of T.V...perhaps?

instead of tv perhaps ill get lifted
by reading the words of the truly gifted
lyricists inside the bluelight box
whose mental ability never seems to stop
amazing me. although today im quite hazy,
i can still come back here for more en-er-gy
i can get elated by the knowledge built
this is poetry, therapy, god-given skill
uniting forces here to make one thing clear
spewing your thoughts can wipe out a tear
shed from ill will or sadness taking over
when the goodness of life seems to take a detour.
its hard to understand what plan is in store
but it helps to know what you came here for
and what you gotta do to make yourself more
seemore you know the score
you 10
life 0

kickem in the nutsack and then come back with more

:p
 
Sometimes, I lay awake at night and my pen calls me to write rhymes
Catch me not sober, blurred sight lines
Looking within myself, trying to remember success isn't defined by wealth
But feelings of envy and jealousy certainly don't help
Rise and fall, maybe I shouldn't have even tried at all
Bringing up past memories makes my thought process stall
Instead of harmony, I have people harming me
Wars and terrorism it's all alarming me
Will it ever be enough? Will guns ever stop to bust?
Plus, people need to stop with the drugs too much and stuff
Nothing lasts forever, times change rapidly like the weather
I'm not always right, but heed the words I speak
Preach, teach or reach, whatever I can do to make your mental capability peak
 
spiritual enhancement
come and dance with
a perfectionist, a lyrical headliner on your guest list
dont chastize us cuz we postin on bluelight
we've chosen the true flight
misinfo doesnt get you shite
think you can hang tonite? veterans knock you down
under the table your incapable of going another round
air grasps for fair paths of oxygen atoms
boxing in your atoms apple like contracting a bathroom
now you finally fathom
all these skills maui has em
powerful voice like an echo beaming off of a chasm
the president called they're stopping stem cell research
new plan, clone my dna to inherit my features
we just
act like we own the world
on the road we twirl
blunts with a golden curl
making sure the ends are open
poten smokes always flowin
glowin embers from the shottie now your body is chokin
we aint joking were poking and proding all your last nerves
i spit fast words to digust your parents like bad terms.
do you really wanna rumble with the sickest of bl?
i gonna smoke a blunt but shh keep it on the dl.
 
i'm vast, a chasm that's filled with rhythms that thrill
i used to fantasize about making a mil
and signing a record deal
but sometimes mommy wakes you up to early
feeling squirelly
after meth and e
coffee makes you hurl
so you miss your opportunity to dazzle and wow
cause the dope you shot hit you in the brain like
POW! KABLAM!
now i feel like batman
i'll shake off the wooden legs and in six months i'll be back again
but then, you get pulled over for speeding,
it just so happens you're coming from a dope house meeting
sheriff gives you a greeting
and asks you to step out of the car
and that's when you notice that your arm is bleeding
six months later, they let you out your cell
you missed your sisters wedding bells
and your car is impounded behind the Shell
you grandmother mailed your birthday card
to your ex-girlfriend michelle
well well well
that $50 would have been swell
but you would have just spent it on more dope,
cause your habit got bigga
from a dope pushin nigga
that stole your socks on your last night
in the joint wit im.
now you ain't got no socks
no money
your legs feel funny
and you can't keep any food in your tummy
cause you keep throwing up
you wonder if it has something to do with the cut
they used in the joint
and how clean could that needle point
have been?
you know what...alright...you win
i'm too tired to play anymore
i'm gonna turn my birth certificate in

seemore
 
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I can see you seemore shining out
dont let that light get put out
don't doubt
what you have inside your skull...it cant be matched
attack those demons who lurk behind your back
destroy the hell that they want to place you in
my friend, that is not where you will meet your end

my mind has been quite infected lately
you see, i have come close to possibly
discovering quite vividly
who i am and who i will be
and to me, that is pretty scary
i dont wanna know really
for i like simplicity
i like being untouchable, unstoppable
invinceable, naieve
not knowing what you have up your sleeve
i like not knowing about others true souls
cause see then i can make up my own
from the unknown
i can create an existance
as long as it dosent get too close to my presence
the essence of not knowing is a better place
for me to guard my face and keep my space
what a waste of time i guess
but none the less i must confess
i like keeping my mind free of that mess.



8)
 
in slo-mo, vocab look like han solo
so slow, resevoir dogs stole his whole show
mind blow, never amatuer, always a pro
too short for basketball, but still grow the afro
my bro, make me so proud, he know my face glow
nitro, burn tire marks into the deep snow
now know, anywhere he go... i go
he flow, i flow, me oh my oh =D

seemore
 
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It's the illmatic emphatic marijuana and rap fanatic
I'm back at it, like an ex-smack addict who rekindled the habit
Opposition gets blasted, rappin' rapid like a fully automatic
I've gotta have it, DAGNABBIT!
Murderous lyrical fashion, these punks are frail like plastic
I'm real live, every time I lace the mic
That's right, theres never been a time in my life when I didn't come tight
Despite my downfalls I stand tall because the microphone calls
When I spit I never stutter or stall, obey no laws
Most MCs don't even make sense
Force 'em outta the game and sit 'em on the bench
My mission is to sit atop hip-hop
Reign in the game until my heart stops and I drop
My microphone weighs a ton, fools get done
I don't need a gun and it's pointless for you to run
I do this for fun, fuck a paycheck
My thoughts connect and you expect
Me to spit flows to wreck the whole set
 
ok guys i dont normally write rhymes, and to be honest with you this was written with the beat of "A Wolf At The Door" by Radiohead going through my head. At least it was begun with that beat. buy hey, i figure i wrote it so i might as well post it...

This room used to be so clean.
Everything in its place,
It was a mothers dream.
But now theres clothing everywhere
And i cant even try to care
Which are dirty,
Which are clean,
What will i wear tomorow?
This isnt how i want to be seen.
Someone please help me figure out which are mine.
Coz im naked and cold all the time.
Huddled on the floor,
A chair against the door.
Screwed up paper fills every space
And used condoms fill the waste paper basket.

This was the place i learned to feel.
 
I was gun-ah go to sleep
but now ya got-ta know
your an average little bitch
with a bitchy average flow
you're rhymin lite like a midget
undefined like a widget
in my sight finger fidget
but I gotta admit it
that I'm tall on the dance floor
smacked like a seemore
but I am glad more
to dropdope out real quickcore
hope you kick out the hab son
take some re-hab fun
like when I was a fresh-mon
crack I have had some
drugs all these drugs done
I'm glad I ain't done, done

I'm preaching peace
like I'm throwin three up to the hommies
two for you hippies
and a thumb so you know me
I want a pony, dad
and a brand new jetta
and perfect world peace
cause I know no betta
you red like a letta
and cut like your paper
I fuck up the tides
like a jaded old raver

I could be a plumber
and be the rhyme piper
step into my lab kid
step into the cypher
I tie an eight ball into a sock
freely sock you black, untill it rocks
basic crack your rhyme, and your lame ass talk
what you want, what I got, yo I'm back in stock
but I'm all for it
peace, oil and freedom
instead of fightin the system
we rhymin, sometimes missin
but hey what eva
I said what I want to
my learning curve's steep and my verbs all enchant you

peeess
 
yeah!

harrasser good to see you
putting your rhymes on display
weve been waiting for more kats
to throw their knowledge our way
today i woke up too goddamn early
and here i find myself
scoping out the status of this flow
and im happy to know that its not taken the back door
in fact the door has opened up to some
other souls like my own
whove got the mental runs
not fun being up much earlier than the sun

and it does not inspire clear mental processes, ya dig?
:D
 
see, when i spit, all i do is stutter
fall all over my brother
scotty
he act naughty
rock a body under cover

i choose you, honkey fool
use your water attack
to scare the children off who gathered out back
to watch this wrasslin' match
beeatch

i'll snatch the wig off your mommas cap
you're like whipped cream to me now
stick out your tongue
i want to count your teeth
i read once that (beep) did the (beep).

aw shit.
you were right, i have been to serious.
no need to act mysterious
i have connections in the underworld
they sent me your dossier. it said you are gay. i'm delirious.:p

seemore
 
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boom boom boom boom

boom boom boom boom
techno spitsout flow tunes
likea brokemoons gotta knowsoon
that I'm jokeloon like a soaptoon
whenI peaceout yousay sosoon

loon tune spituptill noon
an ewn-vaccume this technotune
I'msoon intoon my technotune
a rap ensewn on boomboomboom


loom loom looms looms
impending doom and death, flu sick till no ones's left
through custom's holE net, a constant nuke of threat
so call me Jimmy Vet, all gone till hope is left
so sad I'll break the rest boom bop

boo00m bap boomboombapbap
boomboombap boomboom bap
the r00m coughs my beatsbeendroped
Iget-emhigh and rock
my swoon's sav but game beenblocked
the game is lame I talk
how about anexpressoblack, pot?
I askem all, pullhatters not
riiing knock, ringringknockknock
I take it back, I like to stalk

peaceout
 
its late my fate this morning
when a simple flows starts forming

the rhyme flowed fluently has finally found me
the fact that I rap is simply astounding
a nack for this crap is what I'll be touting
a five finger slap to your back and you're shouting

I kicked down the door playing doctor Reefer.
I'm connecting concepts like pond pets and tweakers
third day down I'm staring at the speakers, shape and form fuck but the color could be sweeter

:|%) :| %)
peass
 
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What does it all mean? I've seen fiends strung out on all sorts of things
Ketamine to methamphetimine
Tell me your problems, I'm listening
The world is "Complicated" like Avril Lavigne
We dream and scheme for green, but when we die we can't take it with us
So does money really worth anything?
Light my cigar and take a drag from it
A world filled with violence so there's no use for a peace summit
My thoughts connect as I release the smoke
No joke, in this world some people have lost all hope
Fuck it, I'll probably be put in an early grave anyway
Got kicked outta the house just to have my mom beg me to stay
Stress factors, playing the streets alongside gun packers
And the mind corrupting drug dealers are the biggest money stackers
"FUCK THE WORLD" is the saying right? So where do I stick my dick in?
Kick it by myself 'cause I never did quite fit in
 
Alright, just to continue on,
it's that drugged up phenomenon,
leaving no meat on the bone,
chewing up and spitting out all challengers to the throne,
the meaning depleting by the second,
checking the plans with the map upside down in my hands,
talking in circles,
thoughts that could hurt you,
the streets I grew up through,
hold no trace of virtue,
its a cold world,
a bold word out of place,
to save face could end-up,
with you in l'hopital with a broken face,
but don't get me wrong,
there are some good people among,
the sick and twisted,
raise your fist kid,
fight back at those who attack,
and make sure you get your share,
but beware that you too don't succumb to evil,
it'll leave you numb and tearful,
and just like the words of average whitboy,
money may bring joy,
for a while,
but in the end up,
you can't put a price on a smile.
 
ohh my, I sit and cry, at these bills and bills, that pass me by
a lullaby
because I'm going to sleep now
I mean I allready am, I'm R E M
I'll send you an email from dreamland, neph
now wake up, where was I, about to california smile the new guy?
like teen girl squad its over
my battling's through
only flows from now on is what my fingertips spew.

peace
 
This isn't the path I choose it was bestowed, actually, more like forced upon me
I trust nobody, 'cause everybody just wants to harm me
Fuck it though, no love to show
Cash Rules Everything Around Me so I'm out for the dough
'Cause I never had much, just a couple fake friends and a complete lack of ends
So how will my life turn out? That all depends
On things I can't see or even begin to possibly understand
Plans to be the man when I all really wanted was a few bucks in my hand
 
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