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instead of T.V...perhaps?

it's a tragedy,
to see something that was once so strong, down on it's knees
so here i am to put it out of it's misery.
everybody
time to say your goodbyes to 'instead of T.V.

seemore
 
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what are you talkin about
this shit isn't dead yet
i cant let it happen not as long as im still wet
moist like pound cake i cant fake what im feeling
you all take a break but im gonna continue dealing
my thoughts out to you like cards they're all random
you don't know what youll get but youll see there is a pattern
follow it closely, or better yet just follow me
as i walk into pleasure met by uncertainty
i cant really feel whats being brought
i thought i had it but i was mistaught
by my own brain thats lamed from lack of rem
its about time i let it rest and build up its strength again
my yin is being teased by your yang
and the cartoons are calling me to join their gang
the shadow people are back out to play
so this day is not really turning out to be another day
just a simple continuation of yesterday
and sheeeeeeiiiiit
the day before that
and the day before that
in fact
the week is one long day
its back and it never goes away

peas8(
 
ok, so maybe i was a little pre-mature
but, it sure felt like your
friendly nieghborhood lyricist
weren't comin round here no more.
so seemore, back again for an encore
with a new name, a new strain
of rhymes to mine for my iron ore
sho nuff, i speak more
after shedding all the pretense i've been building
selectionill became a sheild
so. here. starts. the. real...

seemore
 
I'm prepared, never scared, don't even bother asking MCs how they fared
In battles against me, on the M-I-C you feel my presence
The Hip-Hop essence
Rhyme style is perfected, mouthpiece a fine tuned machine like a Lexus
If I don't die on stage, it'll be a blast from a gauge
Burn purple haze while I plot my mission to get paid
I spit these bars and if the funk jumps then I spit these guns
Son, who wants some?
You fuckin' fools get done, don't start any problems
When I come you better run, or else you'll get done
Trying not to drop my blunt making turns at 60 miles per hour
Sideswiped an Eddie Bauer and ran over a man on the side of the road selling flowers
Bustin' nuts while I'm throwin' up on sluts
No gloves, the base of your skull is where I start my cut
 
good mornin ya'll
whats up
not me just yet
at least not before my cup
of tea...not coff-ee you see
im madly obsessed with being heal-thy
the pipe is calling me
so i must comply
and suck on that shit until my mouth is dry
like burlap...my tounge lacks
agua moisture h2oh
so i know thats why
you dont get no verbal flow
strictly in my head
these words appear
no sound no sight
simple silence here
dont wake me up just yet
i like this inbetween feeling i get
first thing in the morning when my eyes are still wet
well actually they're crusty
but that sounds kinda nasty
so ill leave that one out
its an image not pretty

have a lovely day %)
 
it will not die

bah bah bump lets jump this junk back up to the front
no reason but
to remind you all of what
else can be done while you are twiddling your thumbs
and your brain is goin numb
from lack of some mental
stimulation or motivation your brain took off on vacation
your words lack penetration
my inspiration comes from your end
my freind, i watch you and then
begin to recycle your essence
and create my own existence
your presence is making me resistant
to simple minded pissants
folks like yourself
who lack the mental wealth
and knowledge to grow thyself
your bad for my health so
go get your crack and get the fuck out of my house!
:D
 
mmmbot, bopbop, mmmbot

rhymes retarded
why stop I barely started
I just farted, then departed
something stupid and silly
like what the real deally
catch the feally
mind goes spilly out the note pad
it's a new fad
I'm a neo-fag
cause some kids have two dads
so sad and glad to stop it right here
rhymes unbind your spine like fear
its coming near
timing gear
nearly off the rocker
buy a new kaki and rip off the docker
I'm a popper dropper
cock won't stop her with ends piped proper
bust up your house and abuse mounds of fodder

Can I get something to wrap my mind around now?
play the clown
are you a pal
go ask al
or a cow in fact
I do spew a few torch ampings
kill it quicker than Iraqi's
but in facty there death makes me happy
I'm feeling crappy
but you now what, I throw up
some one blown up why?
cause grown ups lie.

so damn, caught my mental like the girlie who was gentle
never sure, smart like the cow herd
plur like the green herb, spring like the porn verb
ping goes the score card, baseball ain't so hard
peeps, something needs to end it
I'm commended
that's not right, lets just end it

jtg, thought you knew
 
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good evening lady or gentleman
i can tell by the swellin in
your area
your not sure which one you want to be around me.
swell
i like control
i find it amusing that my soothing voice can cause confusion
lickety split, i lick it and split
a true playa
i slept with both luke and leah

seemore
 
two minute spit

two minute spit, flow to it, you're a little bitch who takes smelly shits
you're a witch, practicing witchcraft, the devil with smoke you invoke to flip that
where's the love at, for us joking hatters, white anglo slayers, rolling on your town like Vikings with lasers
historical razer, burn down your house, your steeple, with flavor
outie neighbor ;)
 
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The Moneian Way

Exploitation of the manual labor
Moneians com’n with the sexual flavor
Please excuse my ill behavior
Let’s have a drink, the taste I’ll savor

Some Hennesee up in Tennessee
Border line metaphorically
You got the pun obviously
With a twist of Pansexuality

Need some A$$ my proclamation
D-CK or the P-SSY what’s my motivation
Niggas be the source of aggravation
Swallow'n the fruit of ejaculation

Then clam'n that stint was EXPERIMINATION
So I need a slick chick for my copulation
Picking up the celly with determination
Over came Chiana for some stimulation

Raw anal excavation with no lubrication
Scream B-TCH scream with excavation
Covering yo mouth without hesitation
“Should of thought twice” my declaration

I’m all you want this you want this you can’t fade
Creeping in yo bed was a masquerade
Hell Marry Miss sucka anticipate
Gat at yo dome now it oscillates

Bunny takes you out this I calculate
The price that you pay when you fornicate
Lead in yo head stealing yo bank
Left you for dead and I still got laid
 
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a "philosophy rap" that I posted in thought and awareness

Here, let me give it a try, hard house music, to bop my head by.
Sigh, lets see, relativity, space is time between you and me.
You see, the spacetime unity, really, its all relative, what's moving where, its all irrelevant.
For the hell of it, lets take an example, two twins on earth, with big boobs, that's ample.
Sorry sisters, don't mean to offend, with humorous jokes in Albert's defense.
Paid my pence, do rocket ships rent?
One big boob girl stays on earth while her similar sister jets like Ft. Worth. Fifty years pass, if you're into that verb, when one hot sister perks back to earth. She tripped 25 light years and made a big turn. Now the earth chick is saggy and the space girl does porn!

Check out MC Hawking for enjoyable music :)
 
Pluto Of Mones

What I'm bout to do in the parking lot
Gonna pump my beats and blow this spot
Jungle Bunny commin at you and I'm on the attack
Mother Suckas show'n out gonna get car jacked

J.B check point to mission control
Got a situation that you'll never behold
Mother fuckers all around better watch you back
Copy that?

Roger that
Better watch your back
G'ed up pimp mode pansexual style
Commin after fuckas that be acting buck wild

With my lyrical shells I load my piece
Back up snitch I'm bout to creep
With the words, verbs, nouns, phrases
Hold up trick I'm infultrating yo mind

To the bop buda bop buda bop da bop
Sippin on a Heini in the parking lot
Crackin up a bulb clam baking the spot
What I'm bout to do when the mones don't stop
 
I just posted my first words
And I may talk to birds
But they tell me some things
Like how my backstabbing stings
But I hope that you like
The words that I write
Cos I'm down with the flow
Read it here and you know http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=83381&r=0

Yeah it's a ramble
Yeah it's a gamble
Maybe you won't get it
Maybe it stinks like my shit
But hey I'm a hardhead
A purveyor of fine beds
Weak at the knees and
Hard in the teeth

So knock it and mock it
My shit is my shit
And aint nothin' smells better
Than me shittin out some letters.
 
yo Neph, ya kind of got me scared, but I know that you know drug driving's impared, good to know you've been well faired
how's life? cause I really do care :)
now observe, while I light up like hair

ensnared, was my drug addiction to pot
other drugs, uhh, ya I think not
like not so much
I'm over it
its over
four leaf clover
send Ashcroft on over
red rover, with 20 chrome inches, filled up with snitches that crash into ditches for jailing coke bitches
got magic like witches from Salem Lot pictures
more heat than the pitches from Randy John's digets
did ya miss this,
our lick syrical riches?
so post on back when your finger click itches
 
breath

Another rhyme? I've got the time.
don't gloc a mime for speaking his mind
slit a rapist throat with a motherfuckin bat
cause I'm blunt when I cut, whacha think about that
WAC
as an NBA confrence
bombs not schools, what unclefuckin nonsense
don't write to congress
spin another long set
don't root the gray grass
do assume more class
do expue more crass
and let, demands pass
I fell, in love fast
then pumped, some cheep gas

ain't life funny, subtlely
peace out ya'll, signed Jim Money
 
Pop a pill, pop a glock, pop your collar, pop whatever
I'm back and bringin' the heat like summertime weather
Nobody does it better, sneak in the function with drugs concealed within my leather
Jacket, give me the bowl I'll pack it
Talent, you wack cats lack it
Light up anywhere, drivin' or posted in the parking lot
IT'S WEED GODDAMIT DON'T CALL IT POT!
When I rap I speak clearly, I don't mutter
On the mic I bring the sickness like your baby mother giving birth to your baby brother
Think about that last bar for a sec while the mic I continue to wreck
The competition breaks out in a sweat when towards the stage I step
Dudes hate me as if I were a cockblocker
Like John I'm off my Rocker
 
Who's John? Some baseball dude you've got a crush on?
I did your mom then bouced on on.
Pipe, hit it, punk, I did it.
Your sick ass flow, I like typing with it.
Pinky twichin on my m16, can't step to this thread cause we can't be seen. Incognito rappin machine. I spit all the time to keep my one tooth clean.
We lean, white, all our ryhmes stay mean.
Commin back to Cali its the place I fiend.

peas
 
change the tone and give me a second to moan
about my sadness and insix month gladness
for me, my baby's the radess
most sav chick ever
for ever I'll love her my girl is so clever
she's smart like candy given the brain of a genius
we're so happy together. sappy? have you seen us?
she pleases us like the royal we
see, reduced to simple slant rhyme similies is what I be
weep weep like a tear falling from me :(

love you babe
 
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today is a tao de why
one friend dead, two more gone, in this life, kinged pawn
e4 e5, a classic defense, so I drink some beer to ease the tense
future, where my rhymes are less simple
past, what has formed this mental
blankness show thankness for blocking my pains
last week was sunny but this week it rains
I'm hurting, its plain, like green on a lawn
eyes relay disney portrayls of fawns
one more drink so I mumble my song
nope one more, life is poison and toxic
haven't lost it, just taught on this long trip
that being's a journey and some times we're sad
in other's I'm happy, so happy its bad
loving the bliss, its desire's good half
cries create joy which then conjures pain
I'm saying it twice as today my eyes rain
 
yo you all bitches, i got tha rhyme,
to break yo mind and stop all time.
i redefine, this dark drawn line,
a playa by natura and its my time to shine..
so i only have to drop what, 10 lines?
this is pathetic, you all cant grind?
must be blind to the pace of the race,
i can stall and maul with textful grace.
so give me space, i need it for the hoes,
and i got to waste all my fearin foes.
o yea only 6 more bars,
and i got ya charted like dull stars..
man, i go a broken hand,
still typin with a fit,
i switch the style cuz i can,
with a flow still legit.
oh go throw a fit
a white boy done outrhymed your shit
so go over there, shut your mouth n just sit.
i can do this all day,
even fip it into pay
and i know what to say
when your girl walks my way.
 
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