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instead of T.V...perhaps?

no, fuck that.
this isn't going to shrink down to insignificance yet.
this is the bomb shit,
and you better admit it.
seemore
 
blank spaces just
starin at my eyes, nothin inside
are you ready to ride this
verbal slate eyed, cherry fucking pied
slices of beats render you wishin
that i lied, about this shit
suckin on this lyrical tit
waitin for another ride, of lyrics
somethin to flow at, swat at
gnat, flies circlin yo head
think that youre fuckin dead
no wonder, after this blunder
never mind, eat that orange rind
 
fruit, is that your name
i dont want to play you
in this hide the hotdog
game, blame, shame
shit just aint the same
keep me hanging from this tree branch like a bees
nest, lest an emcee, get on the mic proposing
on one knee, is anything agreed
upon this pond water calm and still
nothin can disturb this metaphorical wind mill
 
rise up at dawn mow the fucking lawn
my brain is almost gone, old like goldie hawn
tryin to stay young try drinkin a beer
you just aint no more fucking cheerleadeer
keep your head up kid, stop droppin that cid
huffin that rid, sad shit to see
like an ant getting high off
its own anatomy
brains blastin, neurons disconnected
resurrected, jesus christ gets in the face red
savior, bible, what is true
tried readin that shit once, made my face blue
 
off my face grew, stubble i never knew
lead iron red and blue, dippin for that chew
raise your right fist too, this country and that one too
grab your guns for war, kill innocents like whores
fuck this and fuck that, some petty herpes sores
oil drums come, and go, dont listen to this flow
i just might get you thinkin, sinkin, into
this ocean of opinion, deep mother fucking blue
 
oh well, that's it
berry sober made an island
his eye lids sparking
like an episode of fantasy island
these rhyme schemes work better
when i'm not drinking out the high beams
don't judge me
you fucker
i made this style scheme.
seemore
and hopefully you will
 
seemore, created this
berry perfected lisps, lyrical bliss
keep 'em comin kids, more beats be heard
im not hard at all, just an internet nerd
 
So a flow called me outta da sky,
you dont know, so you had to deny..
now muthafucka pay attention,
watch these demon's in my eyes glisten.
Manipulation of this contemplating generation,
directed by this boss with rythmatic precision..
so white boy let me know what's your decision,
i cut into this thread with a jungle G incision.
Oh, what a predeiction with all your conviction,
that i bust flow free on bustas, holdin their eviction.
So here we go,1 to tha 2 to tha 3 to tha fo,
im knockin on this door like i was tha fuckin Crow.
Beginin the sinnin of the game to defeat you,
your lost in pink lenon and dont know what to do..
Me, im so fuckin tribal true,
i swim in lakes of fire and fly in skys of Blue.
Feelin tha vibe of an acient Inca tribe,
my soul is so alive i hold passion you cant describe.
now, i walk up in da clubs,
baggie ufo's and pockets full of dubs.
no time for hoes and shady candy scrubs,
only tru fuckin playa's and all you crazy thugz.
Oh, no, i did it again,
released the inner beast and left you lost w/out a grin.
So here we go, catchin flow of a white negro,
i stepped in it to win it,started a long time ago.
so whats up with these 4 word verses,
are yall scared to bust it with curses?
you betta back it up, shift it in reverse,
before this city hustler steals tha flowin purse.
im flowetically cautious face to face,
its sad to see you cry in disgrace..
thats just me, thats how a playa's gotta be,
and im sorry that now yo girl is sittin next to me,..
got her b-girl hat to the right for tha G,
as i explain the pain of bein rythmatically free.
open those rollin eyes,r u to blind to see?
that im flowin sober as hell,and you on exstasy?
Ok, here's da playa deal for real,
bringin thug passion for all the female's to feel.
and if any of ya busta's grab my rhyme to steal,
you be dealin with my fo-5 steel.
Im just a lost white boy,homeward bound in tha undaground,
perfectin dnb beats for my untouchable sound.
ok, ill slow down,let somebody else get around..
Peace*
 
hey yo, don't let me dis-rupt your flow
im a whiteboy but how'd you know, did you look
me up in another forum while waiting to blow
cant rhyme as well as you but fuck
ragging on, number of verses, black hearses
carrying your body no such luck
remind me of someone that i used to know
black african american but not negroe
ready to flow spittin verses you'd never know
you think you got my hoe, hell i got forty fo
 
Fuck that, I bring big heat
In the street or on the mic you meet defeat
Publicize it, or hide your shame and make it discreet
Fuck the police, I pop pistols at pigs out of the sunroofs of stolen Jeeps
I speed up and increase the tempo
Ran in the school in a trench coat and let the tech go
I'm mental, throw you off a cliff 'cause I love how your scream echoes
A blunt roller, never sober
Hop the curb while driving to hit mothers pushing baby strollers
I came from blocks where dudes get paid by breaking down crack boulders
Bringin' the noise, cops and criminals handle heat in the street it's all hard to avoid
Innocence destroyed when I was a young boy
I used to play with my Ninja Turtle toys
Now I deal with frustration and pain never joys
I'm not a violent dude, I try to be a peaceful cat
But some people push me over the edge to never come back
I can't handle that
I do this for the artform, not the recoginition or wealth
"Release Yo' Delf" but watch yourself
My bullet shells are bad for your health
I'll pick you punks off like the DC sniper
Slang meth to tweakers got 'em speedin' like a Viper
Always hyper
My last girlfriend? I knifed her
I'm sick, ready to pull hits
Got full clips aimed up at you and your clique
Don't trip, shit, I'm just playin'
But seriously, don't tempt me, or guns will start sprayin'
 
Strappin up for this undaground test,
be known you a drone in my hip-hop conquest.
And if youre bullets be chasin this chest,
i be droppin smooth flow in a bullet proof vest.
so if want some violence,you know its not gonna be silence,
gun powda blastin gettin louda unda tha sirens.
so im out to find new ends, runnin into new friends,
breakin in to new inn's and punchin new chins.
scrappin all day and hustlin til early mornins.
so come on and blaze in,
try this endo w/tha yayo blend.
its betta than dark coffee,
i be tossin bitches off me,
just to relax as this weed kills me softly.
but you be usin mass terror as flow,
and if i hear any more i be showin you tha door.
look up past the buldings, let your mind soar.
it aint Heaven, just a blind man's tour.
Peace...
 
it's suprising, this rhyme scheme i've been styling
it's like trying to tie your eyelids together with a guitar string
i've got to stop drinking, i make my wife nervous and i'm stinking
drunk everytime i go to work in the alzheimers wing of our local old folks home
they're all so stoned, no one notices when i steal their medication
and go out ravin.
i'm seventeen years old, and i've got an alcoholics nose
no, i'm 27 and the seventeen year old is my boyfriend
i bought him
last time i was in thailand for the weekend.
that should be him now, comin up from the basement, i make him pray on the concrete floor before i bathe him.
amazing.
how an honorable rhyme can go astray, just from watching too many independant movies and having neighbors that are gay.
and i'm away.
seemore
"beware the booze, for what you choose, boozes you. you snooze, lose booze. them's the rules"
 
back from the bar
I'm riveted by a story, like Clarice Starling, i've been bobbing
my head to the sound of the screaming of the lambs
damn, i spent two hours in my Toyota Camry, waiting for my man to creep,
i had a pocketful of money and a short memory, what's that he handed me?
some wax paper wrapped gift, need it for packing and taking my place apart,
i've been so tired lately, excuses are par for the course now, brown cow.
don't double team me, we all need something to help us breathe
when the teas too thin and the sky starts leeking tears and dreams
i'll replace the sighs and screams with winning teams,
i swear it's only till the new year, then all will be clear
but tonight, tonight's a dark and black one, so pull the shades and open up that sack in the corner
now, doesn't that warm you.
seemore
[ 17 February 2003: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
 
im waitin, eye lids gratin, for another
flow, dont want a threesome seemore, find another whore, im givin you space, like my hoe sexy in lace, mace, sprayed at a rapist to be, molestin your brain, just call me chasey lain
of this rap game, shit will always be the same
just dont lay the blame on me, directin your flows like spike lee, aint tae bo or chi, repeatedly, making you think, drip drip kitchen sink, house heated, thought that you needed
those eyeglasses, squint-squint i need a smoke
alcohol slows you down, try snortin that coke
an english bloke, accent confuse-in- you
my nose just turned blue, then out of it grew
a magic bean stalk, jack, miniature sized
ending this flow will leave me with bread o reyes
toast, champagne, everythin in the world to gain
 
I let em go, my rush yo ass pitbull,
your pannies gonna be all shitfull,
ya betta run, his bite is worste than my gun,
when his jaws lock around yo neck, ya gonna be stunned.
Now i have created a flow most escilated,
and to step up again is your soul disenegrated.
now your streength has been alienated,
lost at the cost of all i anticipated.
And this mystical force above your head,
has a mass most contemplated to crush you dead.
open tha eye lid,witness this hybrid,
fragmentate your skull and win this flow bid.
a compound fracture in my sentence compound structure,
you can call me a telekenetic tribal born destroyer.
and before this battle is over,
let it be known im backed by 50 thou soldiers.
protected by moon gravitional controled boulders,
and bodies all carbon-steel from foot to the shoulders.
Never wage a war unless you got your money right,
or you just fall victim to your own lost fight.
is this rhyme worthy of being searched for in time,
it is magnified by the sky, powered by the dime.
-now let me hear your smooth flowin crime.~
 
its about ten o' clock my mind is locked up
time to enter that dimension where my eyes will open up
the flames lit up choke until i puff
damn too much already, reverse that shit up, puff til i choke, yeah there goes today
floating away in my smoke.
the cerebral connection from the mental to the phyisical is not performing so well
man whats that smell?
Oh shit You've been hit by flaming words that surf in my spit.
thats it, im done, ive fucked this shit
[ 17 February 2003: Message edited by: nephil ]
 
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