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instead of T.V...perhaps?

so anyways yeah back to the program
the task at hand is to get back the stand
the podium if you will, yo do you have that bill?
you know that hundred that you owe me
for the shit i let you show me?
cause see im not paying you for your rhymes
youre gonna compensate me for the time I
had to spend listening to your shit
and trying to ignore it at the same time
its early as hell well maybe not really
i cant continue this shit til i have some more tea
peas
:D
 
"oh my God" **falls back in chair**
holy shit nephil your a chick??
you mean you got a ! , not a ! ?
I cant believe all this time,
thought you was a dude understandin my rhymes.
but now i know that you a female,
thats too intense babe,i feel as dumb as a doornail.
but oh well fuckit whats next ya know?
the doctor goin tell me its the E not lettin me grow?
that is so crazy,
how could my senses of been so lazy,
i thought you were gay, not an awsome lady!
do you know how much more i luv ya now?
ha ha, thats crazy..to much like POW!
im sorry for the misentrepetation,
next time i promise to give you the right representation.
Damn that is still fuckin with my mind,
i think i need a good green bowl of kynd.
my mind needs some time to unwind,
get back in tha game,get off of rewind.
i luv you so much now.you couldnt even concieve how.
so ima givin you a bow,
and all these other losers some flow chow..
ok..
:p beatin yo head against a wall,
still standin tall,but you now u bout to fall.
dont miss ya call, and dont sit and stall.
this is tru tribal Dru flowin free for all..
-your dissalusioned in a tragical tangle,
and my solution's inside my magikal triangle.
can you feel my flowetic intrusion from every angle?
-see you must be dumb as dumb can be,
you tryin to hard to match up to me.
nephil n I know how to fly,
we drop bombs on yo asses when we roll by.
watch you cry as you try to deny-
that we tha 2 tru flowetrist under God's eye.
-smack you up like a lil bitch snitch,
leave you busted beatin ass in an indiana corn ditch.
flippin theses rhymes to make a few dimes,
trippinm through realities,contemplating crimes.
2 poetic playa's freed,
hope you have no greed.
just a hungry money appetite to feed.
gonna pop and lock hittin 3 wheel round da block,
dont even try to talk, you be runnin from my glock.....
i got you in tha scopes and im bout to clock.
so it would be best if you stepped away,
way away go astray into anotha day.
besides your words are way too gay.
i think yo mind be up on too much K.
buried in shit you surround yourself with,
while i sit here n sip on this 5th.
i dont think they understand,
every rhyme of mine is worth a grand,
i run tha block like im runnin tha land.
im tha lion king with tha whole world in my hand.
im freshly brewed perfection of intellection,
and my baby blue eyes neva show speculatiuon.
i throw raves on the #9 space station,
been droppin dope beats for the alien nation.
since 96 ive been down w/their creation.
and in return they tought me levitation.
are you jealious of my mystikal imagination?
if ya love me,i'll take ya to a new elevation.
i gotta slow this down,go back to token tha pound.
im gettin depressed by this low down sound.
Peace..
[ 21 February 2003: Message edited by: Tribal Hybridz ]
 
**sniff sniff**
Do I smell a rhymes battle? Let me clear my throat...
*ahem*
Aww here I go like a scene in Genesis
With a style from beyond now you know who the menace is
I have no remorse, my verbal skills spread like spores
Spreading through your body like a venom running through its course
Sit back, kick back, and let our mind regroup
As you open up your ears to this Air Force troop
We live in a world full of broken dreams
Drowned by empty promises and violent screams
War is 'round the corner thanks to our prez
I don't have a choice, I gotta do what he says
I shoulder the burden of the fate of the world
The weight of the world,
And even what I don't want,
The hate of the world
As the rain pours on, the show must go on
But sometimes I ask if I could carry on
Soaked and drenched, my mind is entrenched
This bullshit's enough to get my poor gut wrenched
I look in this dirty mirror lookin’ for a sign
Askin’ myself why I signed on that dotted line
Why the fuck did I sell my soul to Uncle Sam?
Why the fuck am I a lemming for the hated Man?
I’m exposed to the hatred across the four corners
And when I die there won’t be any mourners
To attend my funeral or foretell my eulogy
I’ll fade away into modern mythology
A nameless soldier for all eyes to see
What war, hatred, and terror has done to me
As I stand in the rain with my shoulders aching, this mission painstaking
Forced to go against my principles about life taking
They say war is supposed to make a man out of you
But who the hell are you when your soul is ripped in two?
By the blood and the violence
And the deafening silence
Of the bodies everwhere
I’ve never been so scared
Of losing myself, I need to get help
Or else I’ll end up riding on a highway to Hell
Can you see the soldier's fear in my eyes?
Are you still hiding in a patriot's guise?
These are my words, a soldier's tale
My coffin's been sealed, now hit the final nail.
Note: Yes, I wrote this before, but I decided to add more to it and mix it up a bit, for a little more edge.
:)
[ 22 February 2003: Message edited by: Mysticalis ]
 
now that was awsome. you kick ass over there, shoot em all.. put the thoughts and feelings you have about killing aside and remember this:you either kill that muthafucka or hes gonna kill you. use your psychadelic brain waves to your advantage and program yourself as a hunter and a warrior. k?
 
i think that, this shit is getting ster-ile out of date, stale, rusted not just a nail, winds of mine, blow up your sail not just drugs sent in the mail, or siftin beach sand with a pail, in twenty years ill be dead either that or in jail,
washed up dried out left out in the sun, i squirt you ideally, like mustard on a bun, i dont think you want to run, hide from my evil side, oh wait, thats just me, and i just could not agree any more, leave you hurtin and sore, need crutches cant walk like a cheap crack whore steal a candy bar get in that state of mind for some more verbal grind, get high as fuck, hold up a 711, heaven, dont call me reverend that aint white collar, its cocaine and i buy it with your dollar, and its not just, me bein funny sniffle nose runny hunny, doin lines off the ass of a play boy bunny, cali, is where, i want to be, so much shit to see, thinkin makes my arms legs jerk even my knee
edited it a little cos i was bored
[ 22 February 2003: Message edited by: berrysober ]
 
i Know my flow cannot compare, though
i lack the skills, still I dare
to come in here and let my mind clear
a mental broom sweeping my thoughts into this room
letting them fly about for you to play
twist and morph them in your own way
take it as you will
i speak whats real
you know the deal
im out like the meals
for anorexics
you check this
and make sure it fits
[ 23 February 2003: Message edited by: nephil ]
 
Wtf happened?
Last week I spent-bent-
clutching black pints
instead of writing rhymes
but fuck it
no regrets
though I admit I missed my heads
next week I'll write the moon for you
and probably miss my bed
that said-
I admit I've had
one too many Guinness’s
I convinced the bartender
that I'm a terrorist
I'm on her blacklist or in her black book
either I am banned or penciled in for next weekend
I can't recall,
Weakened by alcohol with a sharpie in the stall
misspelling some shit
similar to this
beats typical "QUEER" "FUCK", racist
shite found written on the wall...
 
bump me bump me bump me
see
you gotta do it frequently
otherwise
the shit will continue to creep
down to the bottom of the heap
the pile
not vile
thats for liquid
not for solid
formations
of nouns and verbs
be back later
Id like some herb
:D
 
now look what happened.
i leave for a bit, to take care of some shit
and somebody starts throwing it.
look, little anna, i've wasted enough time on you.
leave peacefully.
as for everyone else,
i am in transition.
don't let this shit disappear
much deserved bump.
seemore
 
:D
dont get excited
its just me reciting
just to move it up some more
and give more props to seemore
he's the one who started it all
but as his fan i wont let it fall
down to the bottom of the pot
where forgotten words will sit and rot
oh no that wont happen here
im keeping up no need to fear.
 
One more time, I'll lace this thread with a rhyme
Just before it hits post number one hundred so I'm right on time
Whether it's text, real audio or actual microphone
My freestyles are strictly off the dome
I bring the heat like criminals strapped up with the chrome
Rappers these days are one dimensional, they lack the proper credentials
I put it out in the open, fuck being subliminal
Too many times people have underestimated my potential
To come at me it's essential, that your vocabulary be large and show articulation
Otherwise it's unwise to challenge me, go use your time for masturbation
Or anything other than stepping in my path
I spit fire and leave the oppisition as a pile of ash
I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper, they have my autograph
Nah I'm just playin', those last two bars I was just fuckin' around
I'm a nobody from a nowhere town
But that doesn't mean much, 'cause when I arrive with the mic clutched
You and your whole crew duck
Out the back exit, blessed it, respect it
Mouthpiece automatic, a fine tuned machine like Lexus
In this music you might "Lose Yourself"
But I know criminals who can quickly make you lose your wealth
By myself, I don't need any help
On the microphone I leave massive welts
Top shelf, it's known that my rhymes are the most felt
[ 28 February 2003: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]
 
Blank pages can intimidate/ with no beat to regulate-tempo/ this is just the intro/ by the end of it I might hop right through your window/ and curl up in your lap/ like a cat and take a nap/ mc's necks do snap/ just like rats in a trap/ without a beat I bring the weight/ acappella meal dropped on your plate/ the degrees that I reach incinerate/ cold bodies-whose rhymes were simply hobbies/ never underestimate-I burn you like wasabi...
These words take flight from lungs like birds/ perched on tongue/ sit still they might settle your nerves-machined gunned-not sung/ raw like knuckles loosen teeth when swung/ now..."here comes the sun"/ another pint and I'm done/ another point of speed and I just might cum/ fast back to the beginning/ off the hinges I be swinging/ never mind the ending-it's all relative-ly bending/ like white bends light/ and black is every color/ with the proper insight you will find we all are brothers-and sisters/ sisters-don't think that I forgot ya/ I scribe the moon and sun for you/ I write the oceans water/ send each of you these words with a cork plugged in a bottle...
Metaphors like meteors burn hotter/ entering your atmosphere from my stratosphere/ rhymes connected-fused like solder/ or like titanium to aluminum alloys/ Tec 9's to plastic squirt toys/ boys to men then back to boys-deploying artless pop hits/ come up too quick and fade too fast/ like crack heads taking rock hits/ or eminem wannabes who battle with a thesaurus in their pockets/ my similes in groups of threes spit swift as market stock tics...
 
Feelins of bein E depressed got me stressed,
got battled up for a war with bustas who dont wanna test.
they tried to uprise and got spit in they eyes,
so many tears drownin so many lies.
and if despise, they continue they crys,
time to do or die,fly or cut all ties.
half the time its all fake and painted chaos,
minds floatin lost and sanity is all up in a toss.
i may not be where i need to be,
but life aint free and this year is for me.
So run up tha wall,catch that token,
dont get shookin and tookin cuz you opened up to be broken.
Neva to late to relate to yo fate,
u can puzzle it togetha here or dip out tri-state.
its all on you what you decide to create,
just rememba to educate and neva eva hesitate.
i aint here to battle, just drop some rhyme crime,
so i can channel it elswhere and focus on my grind.
maybe if only for one more flowetik line,
yo, and even though i wanna shine,
in time, you may actually hear my real rhyme.
Peace..
[ 03 March 2003: Message edited by: Tribal Hybridz ]
 
^^^
You say that oneday you may shine?
well, for many days now I have listened to your mind.
it fascinates me who you are
in my mind youre already a star
a celebrity, a body with a soul just like me
I cant lie and say that i
have seen what you see
i know i have never treaded on your path
but i can say that happiness is no easy task
i see you glowing as your thoughts are flowing
just like a light beaming from above
seeping from your vocabulary are passion and love
two emotions that today seem rare
so when i hear your words my mind becomes aware
to the fact that maybe they are out there
kind souls who want nothing more than to share
 
returning from diamond slinging to open this, and what the fuck....selections intellectual ninja sword, your ribs, stuck.....pointing mouth open wide,laughing my shorts wet..... who confuses theiving with a poetic remix? girls with little dicks, is that such a bad thing? give me a word spank after a good sing. tea drinking pinkies out, see thinking lips pout, duct tape my cats to the wall when i go out.
 
i know this hit 100 replies, but i'm gonna leave it open a bit longer. i like the flow, and its not causing any major lags in opening it just yet. ;)
 
yea, thanks e-girl, for letting this bad mother fucker breathe.
it's unbelieve-able,
who could have known where this would lead.
simply,
by smoking trees and writing poetry
we
connected with beats and set our collective minds free.
every thing is timely
no second rate rhyme scheme
and when outsiders tryed to fuck up the flow
they got handled
handily
much respect due to every
irie
body
who brought it
let's keep it goin
till the cops want to stop it.
seemore
 
The Sleeping Giant got slapped with a handful of planes.
With the People scared shitless Big W's makin' gains.
Now he's startin' to take it back to '85
when you played Rush'n'Attack and made Reds die.
Conflict Desert Storm, Conflict His Daddy Lost
sending a million troops out to show who's boss.
Hussein rollin' as he's always done,
diversion, delay, illegal missiles and guns.
But aside from a mustache and a throne, Adolf he's not,
He won't roll his neighbors for whatever they got.
The worst he'll ever do is provoke us like he's done
So The Man Who's Not MY President wants to go one o n one.
The rest of the world stands by real nervous,
It's the bully and the crazy kid in a deathlock versus.
Back in high school a teacher would've stopped it
But Europe United has come to mean shit.
All cause of the swagger of two fools gone mad,
Tomorrow we'll ask "What about the freedom we had?"
When those planes hit, the world didn't grimace
they just mumbled "Welcome, now you're one of us"
No longer can the Giant sleep,
but waking up angry is a mistake too deep
to let our fists fly at all that we oppose.
History: Every civilization bound to repeat, I suppose.
We have illiterate, suffering, and sick at home
yet George Caesar's worried about an insult to Rome.
Something a long time coming in a way,
Infiltrating countries for years to make democracy stay.
Chasing dominoes since '41, chasing dreams of men
we killed and exploited way back when
when the atom hadn't split and the worst we could
do is kill a man who started fuckin up the hood
No radiation and nuclear dreams,
now we have weapons of mass destruction and protests and screams
That KKKurious George ignores,
cause if he listened it would bring down the White House Whores.
I'm fumin at MY country for being so ignorant and lazy,
I hear people say dumb shit all day and it makes me crazy.
They wanna get the towelheads, and slant-eyes, and the camel fuckers in the dunes.
But they don't want to fund the schools, and want the War over by noon,
so they can punch back in and not get docked pay
because they need to feed the machine and stay out of its way
So we can get fed lies by the "News" and show biz
To quote Dead Prez: "Bush is way worse then bin Laden is"
 
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