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just some rhymes

making fun of me? you see, I didn't think you were g. Really though, what is fun? is it jimmy the gun getting done on 151 rum? is it running away from life to the fix of a bottle? I'm like..."fuck it, full throttle, right till the end. demented with no regrets and"...so are my friends.
 
haha. hell yeah.

i wrote this shit off the top of my head the other day...

wakin up sick. til i pick the sticks. toss the seeds
and smoke them trees. i swear its all i need. just to proceed.
cough and choke. ask myself why i'm broke.
it's these damn habits. kickin weeds like kickin carrots if i was a rabit.
i run wild like a dog rabid. all night long hittin the bong.
wake up like 'what the fuck happened'
pop the top of my colt 4-5. need two more before i feel straight to drive.
shits spinnin and i can't see the street signs.
don't worry i'm fine. done this many times. shit i'm still alive.
and i never killed no one unless it was out of cold blood.
like the shit was fun. burry the body under the mud.
get home wash my hands then twist a blunt.
i don't feel bad. because what you got you already had - coming to you.
so i light this shit. take a hit. so big that my fuckin face turns blue.
go straight to the cabinet. where i hide the acid.
take 6 hits and i'm straight trip- in. nothing can describe the visuals.
like 'oh my god its a fuckin fishin pole' what? no.
i dont get it neither. its like nas said in ether
'i will not lose'
shit it must be the booze cuz im just ramblin now.
gotta think of somethin real to say somehow, someway.
because if i aint get respect today then i'm as good as gay.
genaric ass rapper found on e-bay. want it? no fuckin way.


i cleaned it up a bit..
 
tight rhymes liquid and ihateE. ya see around here we like ta spit cause words are copius and free. And money is something superficially pleasing, to the ego and the id, they want quid till their neck is blinged and feezing. I'm defeating scheeming snitches while eating vegan dishes. Don't make me flip the switch and blows this places to bits when, I leave. pees
 
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listless, fistless full of hate,
A kaleidoscopic pattern of the ornate,
better hurry or youll be late,
finish the food thats on your plate,
Off to work to sit and waste,
your life today is gone with haste,
have fun in one place perhaps,
but Im going to take some naps.
to dream of far off colored beams,
universes, bursting seams,
a kaleidoscopic pattern of the ornate,
listless, fistless, and full of hate.
 
full of hate, full of love, yin and yang, guns and hugs
rum and drugs, school and jail, crime and death, heaven and hell. time will tell/vamos a ver, see me now, stop and stare. repair the glairing flairing of yang, regain the yin, heal the pain.
and the same thing happens, sun dried the rain. love and hate, yin and yang.
 
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every life lost accosts my vision...as this splitting division thickens the resistance. as follows, the business of usual is to loot the few who have some, and enslave the rest who have none. so git 'r done.
become one with love and the sun, the rain, the moon and the wind swept plains. drain them of poison while restoring joy to your life. undue strife and try to say, "it's all right".
 
all lives flashed before my sight last night
demised and despised i've died a thousand deaths
breaths left my body as ungodly spirits surrounded my soul
bitter cold slowed all action
eyelids worn from containing the constant talk of self obsessed thought
unlocked
and opened
for a moment
 
kicked down and picked up, sorry about the mix up,
but shit what ya gonna do when the whole world says the jig's up
nip tuck imperfection, revive the dead with chants of resurrection
while they're infecting sick sections with thoughts of intervention, I'm selecting proper weapons for revolts of insurrection
undivided attention, is directed at you
so wake up and make love
see the ocean for the blue
 
one word follows the next, simply put, we're severely stressed
upon, look, come on, it never ends
count to ten, go back to one, and start again
over and over, and then you're dead
love your live, shout to ten
 
far gone thoughts come back again,
on the head of a sewing pin,
and you know it really doesnt matter,
if the universe was flatter,
than your finger seems right now.

You could live and I could die,
And everything beneath the blooming sky,
Would wrench and run and breath and try,
Just to collapse and start anew,
Ressurect the destruction,
Create more order and function,
In the midst of this vast uncaring black pit,
In which we sit,
Maybe on the tip of a sewing pin,
Far gone thoughts come back again.
 
in and out, the cycle stops. vitals lost, and its over
two cans of hops or a garden walk,
sleep knocked then came inside forever

the weather certainly looks grey today and there's no way I can come outside to play, maybe you can try again tomorrow?

so much sorrow, please excuse me, grief from the deepest depths consumes me. there's just no shit left for shooting. so I won't

rest in peace my loved ones
 
words are for the birds, they get on my nerves, I'd rather sit in silence than hear another fucking verse. They're a muther fucking curse, constantly entangled. True meaning has been strangled when they form mind controlling angles. Life defining fables, history texts on human's past. So sit your ass down at the table, here's some words I hope will last.

live a balance and respect all that you can see, sense with every other sense, and all else that there might be. Live free, but controll your self. The road to everlasting wealth lies in a constant drive to one's own self-help.
 
These ryhmes are dope, so ill I just can't cope, Unlike the catholic hopes and the faggot popes, best give your kiddies soap on a rope if cause from here its a slippery slope.

Sick rhymes guys, keep it up and excuse my pathetic attempts to match it!
 
i sit here and spit, mind in a fit. should i unwind it a bit with a line and a fifth?
no, its time for a shift, away from the chaos..of drug induced "though expansion" with such little pay off. my pattern is way off, kind of far from healthy. Is it a void that I fill or just "the bordem of the wealthy"?
the system is melting, one day at a time. maybe today I'll stick to it..uhh, can I smoke just one bowl of kind?
 
these rhymes come from the heart, so don't start with me
the mark of the beast has been placed
so be laced with knowledge
and blazed on chronic
when the comet hits
it's common sense to be trenched and ready
with a flow a plenty and sights set steady
we shall overcome

this humdrum life of commuting strife and your tie thinks twice as much as you
and the budget's tight cuz of the energy hike and the bike just blew out both tubes
fuck dude
we're all screwed
this boats about to sink and their ain't no place to swim to
lets think through this sitch-u

we've go to get off this black oil shit because blood runs thick in bagdahd
and these shwag bags have got to go, tax herb and let sensimilla grow
give teachers the dough because they earn it
and space for cows, they deserve it
its a chance for our survival
brothers and sisters
stand up and chant revival
 
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