SelectionIll
Bluelighter
sorry sorry sorry
i know better.
seemore
i know better.
seemore
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Tribal Hybridz
Bluelighter
Yo Nephil, babe thanks for the words I needed to hear,
to bad I just got dropped, first time, first girl this year.
Thought I found a partna, a rida, a women and friend,
but she just left this cold nigga back in tha place I hate to begin.
I woke up on Monday, learned I was again left in tha cold snow,
and I hate writin a cold flow,
but in my heart is love thats been delt anotha blow.
I know youve read all my trials and tribulations of love gains and pains,
the way my soul strains to dodge games and make gains.
I tried this time to hold my own,
still after 2 days I hear no ring from tha phone.
I know bout tha playa scheme,
dont think im lost, I know bout tha cream.
But the trust was a lust,
while makin money is still a must.
A women promisin shes down,
now tryin to make me look like tha clown..
Shit I aint stayin around,
no matta what I felt I found.
This nigga pushin betta weight than me,
so Im left strugglin tryin to let my mind free.
A total prediction but I stayed optimistic,
to see if tha luv was tru so I wouldnt miss it.
Again Im dropped, but I didnt let myself fall,
I knew it was comin, I heard Pac call.
Told me to keep my head up high,
Better Dayz are comin so just let out a big sigh.
I dont want to go or be forced to say goodbye,
but damn I try, just to get pushed to deny.
Nothin I seem to do is ever worth it,
truth it, I only dropped emotion when the time deserved it.
Neva pushed or shoved just to show love,
thought I had it right, maybe its not meant for me to rise above.
Always some nigga ready to take your shit,
what can I do, leave without bustin, hopin it was all worth it?
Maybe it had its time to go,
I knew 03/03/03 was a bad day fo sho.
My unlucky number,
has left me cold and and still a lil more numba,
now again Im left to lay alone in a cold slumber.
20 years young,
but 10,000 lost love songs I have sung....
I guess I'll just shrug-
at the fact now I have no one at nite to snug.
That luv felt hug,
just the illusion of the drug.
Lookin at this hole again I have dug.
So here's my saftey rope, give it a tug,
keep me from fallin in,tha sin of a thug.
-Tribal~ 03/03/03
that was me and my down ass*
[ 04 March 2003: Message edited by: Tribal Hybridz ]
[ 04 March 2003: Message edited by: Tribal Hybridz ]
to bad I just got dropped, first time, first girl this year.
Thought I found a partna, a rida, a women and friend,
but she just left this cold nigga back in tha place I hate to begin.
I woke up on Monday, learned I was again left in tha cold snow,
and I hate writin a cold flow,
but in my heart is love thats been delt anotha blow.
I know youve read all my trials and tribulations of love gains and pains,
the way my soul strains to dodge games and make gains.
I tried this time to hold my own,
still after 2 days I hear no ring from tha phone.
I know bout tha playa scheme,
dont think im lost, I know bout tha cream.
But the trust was a lust,
while makin money is still a must.
A women promisin shes down,
now tryin to make me look like tha clown..
Shit I aint stayin around,
no matta what I felt I found.
This nigga pushin betta weight than me,
so Im left strugglin tryin to let my mind free.
A total prediction but I stayed optimistic,
to see if tha luv was tru so I wouldnt miss it.
Again Im dropped, but I didnt let myself fall,
I knew it was comin, I heard Pac call.
Told me to keep my head up high,
Better Dayz are comin so just let out a big sigh.
I dont want to go or be forced to say goodbye,
but damn I try, just to get pushed to deny.
Nothin I seem to do is ever worth it,
truth it, I only dropped emotion when the time deserved it.
Neva pushed or shoved just to show love,
thought I had it right, maybe its not meant for me to rise above.
Always some nigga ready to take your shit,
what can I do, leave without bustin, hopin it was all worth it?
Maybe it had its time to go,
I knew 03/03/03 was a bad day fo sho.
My unlucky number,
has left me cold and and still a lil more numba,
now again Im left to lay alone in a cold slumber.
20 years young,
but 10,000 lost love songs I have sung....
I guess I'll just shrug-
at the fact now I have no one at nite to snug.
That luv felt hug,
just the illusion of the drug.
Lookin at this hole again I have dug.
So here's my saftey rope, give it a tug,
keep me from fallin in,tha sin of a thug.
-Tribal~ 03/03/03
that was me and my down ass*
[ 04 March 2003: Message edited by: Tribal Hybridz ]
[ 04 March 2003: Message edited by: Tribal Hybridz ]
nephil
Bluelighter
love is bipolar
when it it good it is like flying
when it is bad, it is like falling to your death.
It makes the sane psychotic
makes the you that you knew somehow be forgotten
but i will not let you fall, I grabbed on to your line. I listen and know that your words are kind
whether i know you as just a name
or as a physical being
i know there lies a spirit more deserving
of true giving
from one being to another
so
when you choose your next lover
remember what you have to share
and dont expect anything less from her
ps i can help with the pic if you want
when it it good it is like flying
when it is bad, it is like falling to your death.
It makes the sane psychotic
makes the you that you knew somehow be forgotten
but i will not let you fall, I grabbed on to your line. I listen and know that your words are kind
whether i know you as just a name
or as a physical being
i know there lies a spirit more deserving
of true giving
from one being to another
so
when you choose your next lover
remember what you have to share
and dont expect anything less from her
ps i can help with the pic if you want
Tribal Hybridz
Bluelighter
so hard to hold on,
when your closest are already dead and gone.
tryin to stay up and strong,
no tweekin over tha weekend,mind sayin its wrong.
one punch to tha chest and i will shatter that lung,
tho not speedin i can be high fuckin strung.
so why do i gotta die,
i am good people neva tryin to see you cry.
the pace is so fast it'll pass ya right by,
you neva faster than the otha top guy.
its a race to tha death, who's gonna go next.
who takes the last breath when tha trigga finga's flex.
i may get lost in a emotion for a bit,
causin a commotion cradlin a fire to be lit.
cant throw a fit, just gotta get legit.
maybe i forgive, but neva do I forget.
every morning i'm pulled 100 different ways,
pickin out the next path promisin potential paper pays.
fearin death follows me for nothin but a thrill,
neva fallin into tha evil scheme to make a devil deal.
its all for real and its all out for them to steal,
do ya really need this 45 steel to make half a mil?
dead bodies everywhere w/out a care, a child w/ a lost stare,
pickin up on tha hate cant sedate tha dare.
neva will we share,only subside in genocide.
so every mirror is clocked every nite i ride,
lookin for a star in tha sky to find pride.
my one love seems to be money schemes instead of pleasant dreamz,
my passion goes unoticed flowin down its own stream-
as i float this; got lost in heartbeat bliss
as i gave in to tha perfect-poision kandi kiss.
nah i aint tryin to be stressin,
but be sure i'll miss tha carressin.
maybe its anotha lesson,
tha devil discuised deviously as a blessin.
do i sound confused,used,abused or amused?
because i thought it was all really soul fused.
not tricked or mistreated,
not dicked over or defeated.
just tangled up in a feelin that left me misleaded.
its all alright, my tribal might is still beaded.
now i'm just a little more numb, mind a little more everheated..
[ 04 March 2003: Message edited by: Tribal Hybridz ]
when your closest are already dead and gone.
tryin to stay up and strong,
no tweekin over tha weekend,mind sayin its wrong.
one punch to tha chest and i will shatter that lung,
tho not speedin i can be high fuckin strung.
so why do i gotta die,
i am good people neva tryin to see you cry.
the pace is so fast it'll pass ya right by,
you neva faster than the otha top guy.
its a race to tha death, who's gonna go next.
who takes the last breath when tha trigga finga's flex.
i may get lost in a emotion for a bit,
causin a commotion cradlin a fire to be lit.
cant throw a fit, just gotta get legit.
maybe i forgive, but neva do I forget.
every morning i'm pulled 100 different ways,
pickin out the next path promisin potential paper pays.
fearin death follows me for nothin but a thrill,
neva fallin into tha evil scheme to make a devil deal.
its all for real and its all out for them to steal,
do ya really need this 45 steel to make half a mil?
dead bodies everywhere w/out a care, a child w/ a lost stare,
pickin up on tha hate cant sedate tha dare.
neva will we share,only subside in genocide.
so every mirror is clocked every nite i ride,
lookin for a star in tha sky to find pride.
my one love seems to be money schemes instead of pleasant dreamz,
my passion goes unoticed flowin down its own stream-
as i float this; got lost in heartbeat bliss
as i gave in to tha perfect-poision kandi kiss.
nah i aint tryin to be stressin,
but be sure i'll miss tha carressin.
maybe its anotha lesson,
tha devil discuised deviously as a blessin.
do i sound confused,used,abused or amused?
because i thought it was all really soul fused.
not tricked or mistreated,
not dicked over or defeated.
just tangled up in a feelin that left me misleaded.
its all alright, my tribal might is still beaded.
now i'm just a little more numb, mind a little more everheated..
[ 04 March 2003: Message edited by: Tribal Hybridz ]
Tribal Hybridz
Bluelighter
And its anotha day hustlin all tha pain away.
Nothin to say as i walk my own way,lookin for the street pay.
cant cry and I wont deny, I got tha faith to fly.
feelins of love clashin as i try to rise above,
all the hate that will soon be my final fate.
a death note written, his lip freyed and bitten.
i tryed to make him listen,
but my pain inside was too strong,he saw my sorrow glisten.
am i wrong for dreamin of leavin,
nothin but lookin for a partner to believe in.
keep our heads up together,
standin strong through the long cold winter weather.
i concieve the pain of bein all alone.
it makes me seem old, my voice low in tone.
maybe not as strong as i can be,
and though the lonly nights are long now, maybe it was you I wanted to see free.
I guess its my gain,to learn pain is love,
as my shame takes a shove, my star still be shinin above.
My soul's a little bolder, my heart a little more colder, anotha lost soldier.
so many places still yet to trek,
gettin older as i recover form this wreck..
should i still try to catch your dream,
maybe it will shine and end your scheme.
All i had to do was in you believe,
prayin all your wishes you will rightfully recieve.
And i aint apologetic,
you let them come in and wreck it,
betta watch tha debt before on you they check it.
I m out of it,
but dont think the luv is gone, i will neva let go of it..
you told me find a happy place in tha middle,
how could i tell you it was with you i felt that simple.
in the middle of a confused place again,
now back blazin a sack without a grin.
damn,so im not a heartless being,
thats why i gave you my secure passionate feeling.
you goin to get stuck by a dude that'll get you fucked,
he wont care if you go down,get you clowned
or dead found.
you think im playin with these words, its all i can put out to feel.
its all real when im talkin, not some riddled ryhme crime.
where are your dreams, obviously not in a heart where they should be.
but yea, i guess its fuck me, fuck the world.
nah you aint lost, not anymore than the other lost girl.
you aint gotta be scandelious or decieving to achieve,
you gotta have faith in yourself and believe.
dont kiss it all away, none of us that love ya wanna see you leave.
it aint a mystery. can you feel me?
fuck it you cant even see me.
your pain brought me to you,
and you sendin me off still lost,so true.
knowin it was so more than bein played,
i know i should of stayed and taken away tha pain.
but how can i do that, when confused that yous insane?
just a little down, shirt a little staind..
you still have a chance to earn a true fucking gain.
realize the wrongs and wither away tha pains.
dont get lost where they all victims slain.
Nothin to say as i walk my own way,lookin for the street pay.
cant cry and I wont deny, I got tha faith to fly.
feelins of love clashin as i try to rise above,
all the hate that will soon be my final fate.
a death note written, his lip freyed and bitten.
i tryed to make him listen,
but my pain inside was too strong,he saw my sorrow glisten.
am i wrong for dreamin of leavin,
nothin but lookin for a partner to believe in.
keep our heads up together,
standin strong through the long cold winter weather.
i concieve the pain of bein all alone.
it makes me seem old, my voice low in tone.
maybe not as strong as i can be,
and though the lonly nights are long now, maybe it was you I wanted to see free.
I guess its my gain,to learn pain is love,
as my shame takes a shove, my star still be shinin above.
My soul's a little bolder, my heart a little more colder, anotha lost soldier.
so many places still yet to trek,
gettin older as i recover form this wreck..
should i still try to catch your dream,
maybe it will shine and end your scheme.
All i had to do was in you believe,
prayin all your wishes you will rightfully recieve.
And i aint apologetic,
you let them come in and wreck it,
betta watch tha debt before on you they check it.
I m out of it,
but dont think the luv is gone, i will neva let go of it..
you told me find a happy place in tha middle,
how could i tell you it was with you i felt that simple.
in the middle of a confused place again,
now back blazin a sack without a grin.
damn,so im not a heartless being,
thats why i gave you my secure passionate feeling.
you goin to get stuck by a dude that'll get you fucked,
he wont care if you go down,get you clowned
or dead found.
you think im playin with these words, its all i can put out to feel.
its all real when im talkin, not some riddled ryhme crime.
where are your dreams, obviously not in a heart where they should be.
but yea, i guess its fuck me, fuck the world.
nah you aint lost, not anymore than the other lost girl.
you aint gotta be scandelious or decieving to achieve,
you gotta have faith in yourself and believe.
dont kiss it all away, none of us that love ya wanna see you leave.
it aint a mystery. can you feel me?
fuck it you cant even see me.
your pain brought me to you,
and you sendin me off still lost,so true.
knowin it was so more than bein played,
i know i should of stayed and taken away tha pain.
but how can i do that, when confused that yous insane?
just a little down, shirt a little staind..
you still have a chance to earn a true fucking gain.
realize the wrongs and wither away tha pains.
dont get lost where they all victims slain.
EbowTheLetter
Bluelight Crew
And if this thread gets closed any time soon because of too many posts, it's all on you, E-girl 
9/11's just a bitch's buzz word
Your screams at 9-1-1 won't be heard
Cause if I ever catch you again
I'll slice from your throat to your brain
Make you have two vertical smiles
Both bleedin for miles and miles
You're a joke to all those who are wise
But you're "just so nice" when you tell your lies
If it were legal, woulda been killed long ago
Body burned and buried underneath earth and snow
Not discovered till that bitch thawed out
Stinkin up the yard, making the kids shout
"Dad, there's something that smells wrong"
"Shut the fuck up, brats, i'm hittin this bong"
Diggin you up in the middle of the night
Fed-Exing it to your folks, a surprise for first light
Their little girl all holed up and whored out
A scandal for sure, but your daddy's got clout
Their little girl remembered as an angel for sure
Instead of a fucked up, sad, little whore
All done up to be fucked and always so "in love"
Always so hopeful, trying to rise above
You've gone from preppie, to goth, to raver to cunt
Fucked up inside now matter how you change your front
You act for your friends, you act for your life
Anyone with two brain cells won't make you his wife
Two brain cells, that's two more than you've got
Betta thank god guys would wanna pop a shot
All over your face, cause that's what guys do
Otherwise no one would ever say "I love you"
Eyeliner running, lips covered with juice
Woulda fucked you bitch, but you're just too loose
Laughin as you read this, think you know what i'm sayin'
You probably think this shit's about you, but I'm just playin'
If I was Greenwich, I wouldn't give you the time
Now the next cat's up to continue this rhyme. . .
9/11's just a bitch's buzz word
Your screams at 9-1-1 won't be heard
Cause if I ever catch you again
I'll slice from your throat to your brain
Make you have two vertical smiles
Both bleedin for miles and miles
You're a joke to all those who are wise
But you're "just so nice" when you tell your lies
If it were legal, woulda been killed long ago
Body burned and buried underneath earth and snow
Not discovered till that bitch thawed out
Stinkin up the yard, making the kids shout
"Dad, there's something that smells wrong"
"Shut the fuck up, brats, i'm hittin this bong"
Diggin you up in the middle of the night
Fed-Exing it to your folks, a surprise for first light
Their little girl all holed up and whored out
A scandal for sure, but your daddy's got clout
Their little girl remembered as an angel for sure
Instead of a fucked up, sad, little whore
All done up to be fucked and always so "in love"
Always so hopeful, trying to rise above
You've gone from preppie, to goth, to raver to cunt
Fucked up inside now matter how you change your front
You act for your friends, you act for your life
Anyone with two brain cells won't make you his wife
Two brain cells, that's two more than you've got
Betta thank god guys would wanna pop a shot
All over your face, cause that's what guys do
Otherwise no one would ever say "I love you"
Eyeliner running, lips covered with juice
Woulda fucked you bitch, but you're just too loose
Laughin as you read this, think you know what i'm sayin'
You probably think this shit's about you, but I'm just playin'
If I was Greenwich, I wouldn't give you the time
Now the next cat's up to continue this rhyme. . .
Tribal Hybridz
Bluelighter
-damn muthafucka u sound like a trucka to me,
talkin bout smokin some hoe cuz you couldnt see.
she probably played yo ass and wasted yo gas,
fucked yo best friend and stole your powder stash.
-Is that right,didnt like that the dike wasnt tight?
i hope cuz your flow was way more than a fight.
if she reads that shit,she's gonna kill herself tonite.
-but enough continuein your stuff,
its time for my rough rhyme to get tough.
i was with a girl too,called her my baby boo,
she dipped out on me to anotha sucka,nothin i could do.
-but cant let it get me down,
still lots of hoes to game on and clown.
neva let a bitch dig you a ditch,
you be lost at your own cost, sleepin on a park bench.
-tweekin all weekend makin my jaws clench,
feelin my heart speedin and my muscles tense.
cuz i got a hype for buzz,
makin millions off my mind,rewind back into tha fuz.
-it aint no battle, just a bunch of hip hop cattle,
gettin hearded and divereded as the glass
blockin yo ass gets shattered.
k, what i say makes your flow flawed n tattered.
while im double dub dippin, you just gettin battered.
-So get it correct before our eyes connect,
we can make peace or cease it and get decked.
just rememba this is all bout fun,
so no need to jump up on yo gun.
talkin bout smokin some hoe cuz you couldnt see.
she probably played yo ass and wasted yo gas,
fucked yo best friend and stole your powder stash.
-Is that right,didnt like that the dike wasnt tight?
i hope cuz your flow was way more than a fight.
if she reads that shit,she's gonna kill herself tonite.
-but enough continuein your stuff,
its time for my rough rhyme to get tough.
i was with a girl too,called her my baby boo,
she dipped out on me to anotha sucka,nothin i could do.
-but cant let it get me down,
still lots of hoes to game on and clown.
neva let a bitch dig you a ditch,
you be lost at your own cost, sleepin on a park bench.
-tweekin all weekend makin my jaws clench,
feelin my heart speedin and my muscles tense.
cuz i got a hype for buzz,
makin millions off my mind,rewind back into tha fuz.
-it aint no battle, just a bunch of hip hop cattle,
gettin hearded and divereded as the glass
blockin yo ass gets shattered.
k, what i say makes your flow flawed n tattered.
while im double dub dippin, you just gettin battered.
-So get it correct before our eyes connect,
we can make peace or cease it and get decked.
just rememba this is all bout fun,
so no need to jump up on yo gun.
SelectionIll
Bluelighter
what the fuck happened...?
i'm busy moving up to cleveland and suddenly everybody stops rapping.
where you at, koncept, berry and vocab?
i know i'm impossible to beat me, but you all weren't that bad.
hahaha, i hope that made you all mad.
hit me with your best shot, i have a feeling i can take that.
no, but seriously folks, enough jokes, time for bong tokes
then pop in clockwork orange and convince ourselves we're not like other folks.
goodbye blokes.
dave chapelles show is on now and i try to never miss those.
look for more later tonight.
peas
seemore
i'm busy moving up to cleveland and suddenly everybody stops rapping.
where you at, koncept, berry and vocab?
i know i'm impossible to beat me, but you all weren't that bad.
hahaha, i hope that made you all mad.
hit me with your best shot, i have a feeling i can take that.
no, but seriously folks, enough jokes, time for bong tokes
then pop in clockwork orange and convince ourselves we're not like other folks.
goodbye blokes.
dave chapelles show is on now and i try to never miss those.
look for more later tonight.
peas
seemore
Instead of TV perhaps we
reinforce with rhymes before the spirit collapse
this syntax is another text to be injected
through a pair of Stanton’s floating on two records
or should I say ingested
just consume it as it fuses words and bass drums
leave you leaking fluid from the spot it split your ear drums
clutch your sternum through this sermon holler Hallelujahs
or aimed at Mecca on your knees chanting Allah
beneath a tree in rags reading riches from the Veda
transcending time with legs folded lotus like the Buddha
While I combine them all and call it Chaos
All directions from the center blazing arrows in my quiver
Resurrecting rhymes like Blackalicious-from the dust
Blowing up your TV with the breath in my lungs
Hard to find the time to write with 90 channels to choose from
CNN spits propaganda from the fork of its tongue
Time to reset this thing like Tyler D. in fight club
Howdy Seemore
(edit) I was just waiting for you bruda
[ 13 March 2003: Message edited by: vocab ]
reinforce with rhymes before the spirit collapse
this syntax is another text to be injected
through a pair of Stanton’s floating on two records
or should I say ingested
just consume it as it fuses words and bass drums
leave you leaking fluid from the spot it split your ear drums
clutch your sternum through this sermon holler Hallelujahs
or aimed at Mecca on your knees chanting Allah
beneath a tree in rags reading riches from the Veda
transcending time with legs folded lotus like the Buddha
While I combine them all and call it Chaos
All directions from the center blazing arrows in my quiver
Resurrecting rhymes like Blackalicious-from the dust
Blowing up your TV with the breath in my lungs
Hard to find the time to write with 90 channels to choose from
CNN spits propaganda from the fork of its tongue
Time to reset this thing like Tyler D. in fight club
Howdy Seemore
(edit) I was just waiting for you bruda
[ 13 March 2003: Message edited by: vocab ]
SelectionIll
Bluelighter
look at this, cryptic slim-fast diet plan and hit list
everybody wants me to spend christmas with the make a wish kids
but my dream is dramamine on a cruise ship with fat women wearing blue lipstick
hip replacement cause you watched too much limp bizkit
vernors caffeine free ginger ale
leave a trail of slime behind me like a snail
don't believe i'm in need of a rail
stop the war feed the children save the whales
fill up my sink, drink from the holy grail
spit it into buddahs lap, clip my nails
just in case the ones holding up jesus fail
ooops, now i'm heading straight down to hell
oh well
i like warm beer anyway
hey
don't act all suprised i've been warning you everyday
santa claus' sleigh
lucifer is gay
let's all watch the teenage muntant nija turtles play
this. ain't. your. typical. joint.
i've been known to annoint
resort
a long vacation from moliere's tartuffe
now we're back to the a's
ah, i'm done anyway.
seemore
everybody wants me to spend christmas with the make a wish kids
but my dream is dramamine on a cruise ship with fat women wearing blue lipstick
hip replacement cause you watched too much limp bizkit
vernors caffeine free ginger ale
leave a trail of slime behind me like a snail
don't believe i'm in need of a rail
stop the war feed the children save the whales
fill up my sink, drink from the holy grail
spit it into buddahs lap, clip my nails
just in case the ones holding up jesus fail
ooops, now i'm heading straight down to hell
oh well
i like warm beer anyway
hey
don't act all suprised i've been warning you everyday
santa claus' sleigh
lucifer is gay
let's all watch the teenage muntant nija turtles play
this. ain't. your. typical. joint.
i've been known to annoint
resort
a long vacation from moliere's tartuffe
now we're back to the a's
ah, i'm done anyway.
seemore
Cosmic Mist
Bluelighter
Damnit! I wish i knew HOW to rap
i'd always just dismissed it as total crap
but reading thread to the end from the beginning
i can see that it's more than just a buncha rhymes you all are spinning.
As for TV, well, i've had my share
of advertising for products to shine my hair
i just don't care
about the clothes they wear
the diseases they share
the concepts they dare
to push onto the screens adorning our homes
or sell to us through our own telephones -
i don't want to buy a new car,
or a cat,
or the latest pop music,
and your beer just tastes crap -
give me my choices and leave me alone
i'm hearing your voices and breaking my bones
just not to be filled by the emptiness and lies
that you try to disguise
with your false allibies
of social consciousness and giving a damn
'cause after all - you want to sell me smoked ham!
So i'm leaving, i'm off ,
just switch off the box...
Sorry - i'm not very good at this thing... but at least i gave it a try i guess...
i'd always just dismissed it as total crap
but reading thread to the end from the beginning
i can see that it's more than just a buncha rhymes you all are spinning.
As for TV, well, i've had my share
of advertising for products to shine my hair
i just don't care
about the clothes they wear
the diseases they share
the concepts they dare
to push onto the screens adorning our homes
or sell to us through our own telephones -
i don't want to buy a new car,
or a cat,
or the latest pop music,
and your beer just tastes crap -
give me my choices and leave me alone
i'm hearing your voices and breaking my bones
just not to be filled by the emptiness and lies
that you try to disguise
with your false allibies
of social consciousness and giving a damn
'cause after all - you want to sell me smoked ham!
So i'm leaving, i'm off ,
just switch off the box...
Sorry - i'm not very good at this thing... but at least i gave it a try i guess...
high rhymes from a semi-non-pot smoker
11 am to high to walk the planet
so I sit here mining rhymes from
this block of mental granite
words commanded-
from the head and to the hand then
standing end to end assimilating into language
on these pages or on stages
scribed on Zig-Zag papers
rolling spliffs in post-it-notes
I just smoked my prior engagements
this thread like chocolate phillies
Is addictive and contagious
11:07- now lets contain this-
in concentric verses looped like chain link fences through your essence
smoke rings exhaled enhance the senses-press the denseness
of a life time of lessons to fit inside an instant
a bolt of lightning strikes enlightens heavy thoughts and pressures
leaf rolled pleasures capture moments like cameras shuttered lenses
holds them frozen in the open so that the past invades the present
pass it to the next to post and get everybody pleasant
11 am to high to walk the planet
so I sit here mining rhymes from
this block of mental granite
words commanded-
from the head and to the hand then
standing end to end assimilating into language
on these pages or on stages
scribed on Zig-Zag papers
rolling spliffs in post-it-notes
I just smoked my prior engagements
this thread like chocolate phillies
Is addictive and contagious
11:07- now lets contain this-
in concentric verses looped like chain link fences through your essence
smoke rings exhaled enhance the senses-press the denseness
of a life time of lessons to fit inside an instant
a bolt of lightning strikes enlightens heavy thoughts and pressures
leaf rolled pleasures capture moments like cameras shuttered lenses
holds them frozen in the open so that the past invades the present
pass it to the next to post and get everybody pleasant
SelectionIll
Bluelighter
"Me? Well, just the opposite, Mr. Vocab."
it's bright and early on a friday morning and I'm blind mad
drinking whole cups of hot coffee down in one gulp
I've used up all my blood on type writer ribbons, now i'm all pulp
perhaps if i set my type writer on fire
you think that that would help
I'm spending mornings shaking snowglobes and watching New Orleans turn white
I'm just starting to feel more alive.
I opened our windows the last few days. In my new neighborhood, children fly kites, and if someone has to walk by our window, they don't look in. people mind their own fucking business. At 10:00p.m., the roughneck hip-hop kids in an apartment upstairs turn down their music.
The community washer and dryer, upstairs, (a buck a piece) make sounds like someone in the apartment adjacent to the laundry room is wailing. Sometimes I get that feeling while i'm doing laundry, that same feeling i got
when i watched dancer in the dark (w/bjork). That feeling that i wanted to kick in the screen of the television and pull her out by the arms, pick her up and rush her, covered with the thin blanket with the embroydery michelle and i gopt for a wedding present. Lay her down in our bed, michelle's and mine, and let her rest. we would drive out to get her son tomorrow.
back to the laundry room. I haven't gotten to the point where i've fantasized about kicking in the door yet, because i know it to be true that the sound in coming from the dryer. Or, maybe, she sits near the door of her apartment and waits for someone to do a load of laundry, because the walls are so thin in this building that everyone can hear everything. I'm pretty self absorbed, so i don't know how much other people can hear me or not. i know i'm loud. I'm going to go
do a load of laundry. I'll let you know what happens.
seemore
it's bright and early on a friday morning and I'm blind mad
drinking whole cups of hot coffee down in one gulp
I've used up all my blood on type writer ribbons, now i'm all pulp
perhaps if i set my type writer on fire
you think that that would help
I'm spending mornings shaking snowglobes and watching New Orleans turn white
I'm just starting to feel more alive.
I opened our windows the last few days. In my new neighborhood, children fly kites, and if someone has to walk by our window, they don't look in. people mind their own fucking business. At 10:00p.m., the roughneck hip-hop kids in an apartment upstairs turn down their music.
The community washer and dryer, upstairs, (a buck a piece) make sounds like someone in the apartment adjacent to the laundry room is wailing. Sometimes I get that feeling while i'm doing laundry, that same feeling i got
when i watched dancer in the dark (w/bjork). That feeling that i wanted to kick in the screen of the television and pull her out by the arms, pick her up and rush her, covered with the thin blanket with the embroydery michelle and i gopt for a wedding present. Lay her down in our bed, michelle's and mine, and let her rest. we would drive out to get her son tomorrow.
back to the laundry room. I haven't gotten to the point where i've fantasized about kicking in the door yet, because i know it to be true that the sound in coming from the dryer. Or, maybe, she sits near the door of her apartment and waits for someone to do a load of laundry, because the walls are so thin in this building that everyone can hear everything. I'm pretty self absorbed, so i don't know how much other people can hear me or not. i know i'm loud. I'm going to go
do a load of laundry. I'll let you know what happens.
seemore
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nephil
Bluelighter
dont forget
somebody's verbal diarrhea is making this thread hard to read
maybe a little pepto is what your tounge needs
to stop you from talkinng all that shit and get
back to the regular schedule of words i can hit
with my eyes and actually read with no work
words that are legible
ones that take no effort to be visible
because see today is sunday
and im lazy
and my brain is quite hazy
so any thing extra that i have to do
in order to read rhymes written by you
could kill me in a second
i reckon maybe thats what your after
the painful death of the girl who posts under
your mess seemore what a disaster
somebody's verbal diarrhea is making this thread hard to read
maybe a little pepto is what your tounge needs
to stop you from talkinng all that shit and get
back to the regular schedule of words i can hit
with my eyes and actually read with no work
words that are legible
ones that take no effort to be visible
because see today is sunday
and im lazy
and my brain is quite hazy
so any thing extra that i have to do
in order to read rhymes written by you
could kill me in a second
i reckon maybe thats what your after
the painful death of the girl who posts under
your mess seemore what a disaster
nephil
Bluelighter
so this morning i wake
and my mind is rumbling like its been hit by an earthquake
tremor fills my central nervous system, no wisdom
exists in this greusome mortal casket
ive gone to hell but not in a handbasket
straight up shoveled like dirt
and thrown into the pile of agony and hurt
like some cluster of manure im destined to endure
what seems like endless pain yet calm I remain
still and quiet and wanting to wail out that F word
like screaming at the deaf my words stay unheard
how much longer should i expect this shit
fuck man pms is a bitch
and my mind is rumbling like its been hit by an earthquake
tremor fills my central nervous system, no wisdom
exists in this greusome mortal casket
ive gone to hell but not in a handbasket
straight up shoveled like dirt
and thrown into the pile of agony and hurt
like some cluster of manure im destined to endure
what seems like endless pain yet calm I remain
still and quiet and wanting to wail out that F word
like screaming at the deaf my words stay unheard
how much longer should i expect this shit
fuck man pms is a bitch
Average Whiteboy
Bluelighter
I typed this shit while listening to "Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit'"
Rhyme cyphers are like guns 'cause I bust it
Just woke up, tired as fuck
Wanna smoke up, but I'm broke, lack of ends
And I don't know where to find my friends
So that leaves me here on the keyboard, typing some freestyle random shit
Don't come at me 'cause you can't handle this
Scandalous, the way my enemies get taken out
Personal war or in the rhyme bout
No doubt, you cats don't wanna test me
Whenever I spit it's considering a rap blessing
That's right, I'm just that nice
I rap to myself in my head when I sleep at night
People say my love for hip-hop is a phase but I've been this way my whole life
Rhyme cyphers are like guns 'cause I bust it
Just woke up, tired as fuck
Wanna smoke up, but I'm broke, lack of ends
And I don't know where to find my friends
So that leaves me here on the keyboard, typing some freestyle random shit
Don't come at me 'cause you can't handle this
Scandalous, the way my enemies get taken out
Personal war or in the rhyme bout
No doubt, you cats don't wanna test me
Whenever I spit it's considering a rap blessing
That's right, I'm just that nice
I rap to myself in my head when I sleep at night
People say my love for hip-hop is a phase but I've been this way my whole life
SelectionIll
Bluelighter
I. don't. know. how. that. shit. happened.
but i've been known to break the very laws of physics while i'm rappin
just slap me
if the shit i spit does not make you happy
cause god forbid something that you don't understand should happen
i'm hypnotized by the sound of the bluelight beauties asses clappin.
all the other rappers reconsider their decision to throw their hat in
to the ring
I bring
death from above and fire from below
ok...i'll...go...slower...now...here...i...go
you want to talk about verbal diarrhea
pepto won't give you relief
from the onslaught
rhymes i'm saying
getting caught between your teeth
I am INTENSITY
red faced
take a blow torch to your city
i sit pretty
nephil, be careful, cause i'm a man
that can stretch that kitty
bring it here
seemore
but i've been known to break the very laws of physics while i'm rappin
just slap me
if the shit i spit does not make you happy
cause god forbid something that you don't understand should happen
i'm hypnotized by the sound of the bluelight beauties asses clappin.
all the other rappers reconsider their decision to throw their hat in
to the ring
I bring
death from above and fire from below
ok...i'll...go...slower...now...here...i...go
you want to talk about verbal diarrhea
pepto won't give you relief
from the onslaught
rhymes i'm saying
getting caught between your teeth
I am INTENSITY
red faced
take a blow torch to your city
i sit pretty
nephil, be careful, cause i'm a man
that can stretch that kitty
bring it here
seemore
nephil
Bluelighter
jaymie
Bluelighter
I see you guys be gettin' pretty hot
in this melting pot
of peoples so non-stop
that no hurricane, mass - flood, fire and ice
is able to drown our weary, life driven, and forever flightened spirits.
No one to stop you,
your fingers do the work as your head spins
lightly,
not falling prey to frightly conclusions of your life,
you keep on spittin' so that we be gettin'
our daily dose of true words from true souls
who seek just that. TRUTH
Fuck that girl Ruth she want's to take us up to her roof to spit on people's heads down there in that alley, but we resist because we're listening to the sounds in our head, lightly tapping, spun on rapping,
waiting to hatch from this dismal life into true butterflies who leave their marks on city sidewalks, forever reminding us that we beam too.
Always holding that thin line
the line that keeps you right,
right where it is you must be
to do your thing.
Keep the frenetic incision close to your head
and as Cecil Williams says,
"don't let your light burn out!"
Or else
someone
will
be
comin' round to take you out.
Feed your intuition,
you can't take that institutions tuition to the grave
so go on, pick up your dirty, brasened wings and stick with rhythm,
cuz 2 nite there is power to bathe in.
dooh, dooh, dah, dah....
I'm a words virgin, hope this is cool witch ya'll. 8( It don't rhyme too well, but atleast it's got heart and I know we all need some of that in our lives.
Peace
in this melting pot
of peoples so non-stop
that no hurricane, mass - flood, fire and ice
is able to drown our weary, life driven, and forever flightened spirits.
No one to stop you,
your fingers do the work as your head spins
lightly,
not falling prey to frightly conclusions of your life,
you keep on spittin' so that we be gettin'
our daily dose of true words from true souls
who seek just that. TRUTH
Fuck that girl Ruth she want's to take us up to her roof to spit on people's heads down there in that alley, but we resist because we're listening to the sounds in our head, lightly tapping, spun on rapping,
waiting to hatch from this dismal life into true butterflies who leave their marks on city sidewalks, forever reminding us that we beam too.
Always holding that thin line
the line that keeps you right,
right where it is you must be
to do your thing.
Keep the frenetic incision close to your head
and as Cecil Williams says,
"don't let your light burn out!"
Or else
someone
will
be
comin' round to take you out.
Feed your intuition,
you can't take that institutions tuition to the grave
so go on, pick up your dirty, brasened wings and stick with rhythm,
cuz 2 nite there is power to bathe in.
dooh, dooh, dah, dah....
I'm a words virgin, hope this is cool witch ya'll. 8( It don't rhyme too well, but atleast it's got heart and I know we all need some of that in our lives.
Peace
SelectionIll
Bluelighter
magical
magical, it's magic how
past-e faced kids off their faces
never leave traces of the spaces they've invaded.
never hated i make rhymes that are underestimated
hole-e mutha mary, spare me your condescending fairy
tales
i ran out of post it notes leaving you clues
to follow the rhymes i wrote
i hope you choke.
american but down with jamaican folk and english blokes
i stopped takin bong tokes
a long time ago
when you get older, feeling slow
isn't as attractive as making the shit you spit matter
and just to clarify and quiet the clatter
this is exactly how i meant this shit to sound
ain't nuthin badder.
can you sleep at night
knowin your defiling
pretty white paper
with thin blue lines on it
i'll take the petty shit
you keep hittin me wit
de-constuct and rearrange it
while me and your mom are vacationin
it calls for patience
this rhyme style game we're playin
it starts in basements
and ends with gettin paid kid
and speaking of endings
i'd like to thank you all for spending
so much keyboard clicking time
to make sure the heavy words we're sending
are never-ending.
seemore
magical, it's magic how
past-e faced kids off their faces
never leave traces of the spaces they've invaded.
never hated i make rhymes that are underestimated
hole-e mutha mary, spare me your condescending fairy
tales
i ran out of post it notes leaving you clues
to follow the rhymes i wrote
i hope you choke.
american but down with jamaican folk and english blokes
i stopped takin bong tokes
a long time ago
when you get older, feeling slow
isn't as attractive as making the shit you spit matter
and just to clarify and quiet the clatter
this is exactly how i meant this shit to sound
ain't nuthin badder.
can you sleep at night
knowin your defiling
pretty white paper
with thin blue lines on it
i'll take the petty shit
you keep hittin me wit
de-constuct and rearrange it
while me and your mom are vacationin
it calls for patience
this rhyme style game we're playin
it starts in basements
and ends with gettin paid kid
and speaking of endings
i'd like to thank you all for spending
so much keyboard clicking time
to make sure the heavy words we're sending
are never-ending.
seemore
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