just some rhymes

[Jimmy the Gun]

where's my inspirations, pass me that bong....hold on...
gone, long ago. before the pills, the buds, and the coca blow
previous to the mushy rooms, the modern ludes, and sugar cubes
girls with boobs, and cans of hooch
tins of skoal, or dirty loot
shoot. i was lost when i was little.

coming to grasp the meaning
dreaming of gods
challenge the waves, and the trees
want to be free to be me, always
hallways of change in california left me dizzy from the dirty air and palm tree fertilizer
plums of crystal meth were my breath. fed death from fast food bargains.
learning psyco jargon in dark rooms lit by only lamps.
entranced with the beauty of it all
tall hopes and dreams steamed then burnt some around me
other ones found me, though
concious flow, call it a mehm
people estranged
when you're a stranger
when you're alone

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

rap shit spit, kick it quick before it kicks you
addict, withdraw, the flu
withdrew all your money, funny junky, tummy grumbling
voices mummbling, poe poe pummeling
your drunk ass
crass intelli-jance, prance fast around illusiary walls
last calls then stops in stalls ta fall down puking
not moving
is she dead?

dread, in my head. no good. zen, then bed

peace

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

home for lunch, what the punch this time?
haha, i just snorted up a big huge coke line
got my mind in a rush cause this stuff is preatty hot
packin heat, 60 bucks a ball gots this stuff movin like it had feet
from the seat i sit on i spit on the keys
and see mushies busting through layers of case
in case you're reading this
fuck you pig
dig it?

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

focus in lotus. hoe cus poke us. show us motives, for life. matter contrived by applied thought. culture bought and sold. stories told, by ancients. plaintiffs claimin statements of maintence through pot. free thought we got ta get in this land of the free and brave. save our souls, this whole country belives it's blessed. or...the "best" do anyways. test me with a 15 penny raise. wage slave haze. raze this faze of human condition. a mission of fixin one's self. we need help. so I fell in love and we put our picture on our shelf.

 

[PsychedelicPixie]

That shits real Jimmy the Gun! You definitely have mad skills when it comes to rhymes.

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

cool, thanks

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

can't think. can't speak. can i sink to the deep dark bottom with you?
can i grove to the tune of the movement removed from the waves that took root when we were babes in the womb?
can you?
damn dude, I don't know where I'm going. free flowing. hoboing. letting go and just be floating.
knock down the house. praise the gods.
can we all stand up and say "one love" yet?

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

uhg, cough, spit, shit. Mother fuckin court costs sure can be a bitch. Twitchin, constantly. When I smoke tweek daily I get the shadow people hauntin me. Dots, connect them. A predilection to gettin fucked up like I got extra brain cells to be messin. With, roll spliffs. As many as I can till I make a half gram from a zip. Flip, a fat cursing attitude. Not ta be rude but I probably just ate some shrooms and can't talk, let alone move. Dude. I think this rhyme's done. So I'll just sign off sincerely, Jimmy the Gun.

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

gotta go on down the road. where I'll end up, I just don't know. The undertoe flow unfolds paths. and the past fades away in cycles like seasonal grass. the last thing on my mind is time, so i wine and dine some rhymes then unwind with sticky kind. line after line and bump after bump. let your eyes roll back and your body feel the thump. dumped down in the gutter, then you're on top of the world. sometimes life feels like bullshit, full of undigested pearls.

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

time after time I've sliced up my mind. just trying to find rewind so I can re-walk life's field of mines. devine intervention, collective unconcious recollections. resurections of predilections are always used to subject the masses.
good thing burning grass gets us past these upperclass modes of seperating society with dividingly invisible pieces of glass. so pass that hash around till its cashed. peace

 

[RareForm]

yea yea yea yea, uh uh uh uh uh, one two, yea yea yea, check this shit, yo yo yo yo yo :D

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

yo yo, bust a flow, rareform takes us back to normalcy but when we're going see the truth I just don't know.
The kind sack's cashed and the bottle's become busted glass. Rehash some old rhymes and pass em off as the brand new stash.
Slash and burn then return me to my maker. Maybe this time I'll wake up as a rasta living in the jungles of jamaica.
Thank ya he says, after I sell him his dope. Ya know mon, dis hemp stalk makes real strong rope. So smoke till you're broke. Why not, money's funny. Burn it all and some more comes down so quick you can't get away even if you're running.
dumbing the senses with amyl nitrate benders. Define reality with psychedelic chemicals. Then remind yourself of theatric normalcy when your car fall off cliffs or through backyard fences. good afternoon, ladies and gentses

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

just some rhymes so divide my mind from left to right. pot free for four days and my thoughts seem clear and bright. try to fight and you'll surely get taught, that a more subtle way of working is the way wars are won when fought. huh, I bought some bud the other day, because I could, like I like ta get smoked then laid...always paid when its all good. I delayed my sentence with a plee of insanity..caused a calamity in the court house when I asked the lady judge ta take me home and make a man of me. slammin the needle deep into my vains, it takes away my pains like everything gets wet when the sky decides to rain. delayin the slayin takin place in other nations. makin soldiers get sick of killin and put'n down their guns cause they lackin patience. ja made us, and takes us through life like a quick 82 year long vacation.

 

[LiquidMethod]

bluelight's true plight is drove through a food fight, the daylight is gay might pay knights to spay mites.
Losiing is choosing what poison for boozing will loosen the juices that oozes from users.
Demented eclectic members run hectic to bet on which relic requires antiseptic.
The fire requires the liars inquire to which individual drug they admire

 

[LiquidMethod]

^^ JtG i like yo rhymes

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

thanx
I can't find the words some times, so I ramble. Just amble on from start to end while I gamble. Every day in my brain I strain the same vains. Over and over again till they're drained. The aim is plain and the name's the mehm. On stage, on page, all sins are forgave.

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

I walk around and kick sticks, throw fits and gulp fifths. To pissed to give a shit about these gooney lunatics. No spit's sick enough to move me up the ladder. It's like no matter how much you clammer the man knocks you down like a nail and a hammer. Stammering drunk down this merry go round of life...to contrite to feel the darkness, let alone see the light.

 

[Jimmy the Gun]

kick a rhyme quick that's just a few lines think
pick minds which find meaning through reasoning
devine seemingly esoteric facts from the mass amount of stimuls crap we encounter every day
every way I spin it...life starts and it's finnished

 

[smoothchili]

^ all thats tight

 

[RareForm]

yo yo, bust a flow, rareform takes us back to normalcy but when we're

i wasn't making fun of you. but thanks for including me in your rhyme, i feel special.