my random haiku / poetry

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put music to... speech?

http://PowerToThePeople.ytmnd.com/

the words, in readable format:

Capitalism is a system used to exploit the masses
only those with the power can sit on their asses.
slave labor is the chief source of their income
working them shitty jobs is keepin' us dumb,
baby intellects- we've been suckin' on thumbs,
no time to hit the books but now it's time to run-
straight to the library and bury your head
lets hope it's not too late- lest you end up dead
speakin' your mind is a federal offense,
freedom of speech is just a phony pretense,
let's quit pretendin' like this country is free,
I bet you right now those fuckers are spyin' on me,
cell phones and websites- they've been loggin' my usage,
shit... thats only a fraction of their abuses,
propaganda and commercials to employ their will,
making' it almost impossible to feel fulfilled,
materialistic urges got me constantly strugglin'
no wonder that my mind has been frequently buggin'
just one more ant striving to climb that steep hill,
still, habitual failure has nearly crushed my will....
power- there's a word that should attract some attention
kick those mother-fuckin' liars back into detention.
constitutional powers have been quickly averted
it's about time that we reinserted:
'power to the people and all their motivations'
it's our time, lets take back the nation!

 

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The Living Dead

financial ruin combined with a lasting occupation
join forces to compound my frustrations,
start to wonder if we're ever gonna find a salvation?
walking amongst this Earth like a ghostly aberration-
errr-apparition- I'm gonna make it my mission
to supplement your mental-nutrition
specifically through the act of volition-
freedom of thought is your God-given right,
no matter if you're black, red, yellow, purple or white,
lemme' recite, and ignite, any apathy looming,
wait... time out....time out....... okay resuming:
heres a checklist, you better check this to ensure your survival:
educate, spread love (not hate), and you'll begin the revival...


best meditate on these few words I've said...
save yourself from the ranks of the Living Dead.

 

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Sketchy rhyme schemes

Trying to strike the root like my name was Thoreau
Thoroughly smashing misconceptions as I go,
ghetto lyricists working strictly quid pro quo-
my rhymes are aging like a fine bordeaux.
God's plan to protect the mind of a master linguist
this white boy's stimulating your senses like expert cunnilingus-
hot and bothered, got you ready to gush
but hold on baby, there aint no rush.
lemme' continue to compound the lyrical complexity,
god only knows I'm probably perplexing thee.
the poetic vehemence only propel my fervor
hold on son, lemme' throw you a life preserver
I'm sinkin' your ass like that ship Titanic,
better stop me now before I go bananas!

 

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the subject matter to follow is from the rap battle thread; just felt this stuff should be in here to track the progress of my lyrical journey.

 

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I see all these wanna b enmenins,
Tryn to fit in,
But just like M,
Yall raps is pretend.
Now yall wanna know why they call me loco,

Cuz imma crazy mother fucker known as a Juggalo.
Yes I raps and no I'm not black.
Talking shit behind my back and I'll beat that ass.
I'll split a fuckers head,
And leave a bitch dead.
Face down in a ditch you punk little bitch. Think I'm playin just tryn test me,
Cuz killings the only thing which sets me free.
And if they ever catch me I'll plea insainty. Cuz I'm locked outta my mind and I've thrown away the key. There's nothing like the sound of killin with a bat,
I love to hear the sound when a skull goes crack.
Cuz itz just like that!
Biatch!!!

760rollz' tryin act like the new 50 Cent
spittin' shitty rhymes that I'll now circumvent
talking 'bout killing, pillage, and rapin?
the exact acts we've been trying to escapin'
eight years of bombs, lies, death, and deceit?
try two hundred thirty two, now lemme' repeat:
my rhymes hot as the kinetic theory of heat
lyrically starvin' you like I got a surplus of cracked wheat
leavin' you hungry, while I'm fully replete
grabbing for your dictionary is a good sign of defeat.

 

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If you really want to battle you have to come like me - much harder
Toothbrush up my ass make sauce like tartar

But there ain't no shrimp, just a lot of crabs
You can eat 'em all, then turn me over and stab

Make my butt hole look like a lion bit it
Then be all like, "I wonder why he shitted?"

captainballs be flamin' hotter than lava-
rhyme's is fruitier than purple strawberry guava.
spittin' about shit like bear-cum and tartar sauce
lines so harsh they cause conductive hearing loss-
more like cortical blindness when you readin' his diction
long term exposure causin' serious affliction
fuckin' you up like that Chernobyl disaster
only difference is- he fucks you like a pastor.

 

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give me the mic back! i might rap or just talk. so i'll ask all the hatters to stand up and take a walk. open up the chalk box and bring your attention front and center. get ready for the new age we're all about to enter. drawing close to november, when the weather brings a chill. switch outgoing funds from AC to gas bills. amass scrill, to fund the revolution? naw payment comes in life blood free of toxic pollution. we've got this illusion that the use of resource is a discourse in the god given right of "white" people's recourse. reaction to the black men. slavery's more rampant right now than even back then! its a fact man; stop jackin the truth. the youth needs to know what it is ya'll do. lets see. create money from nothing. spend it on yachts and military supremacy. keeping senate seats, controlling the tv screens. the means to break the law and break your jaw for questioning. but i'm sensing a change. like Adam Smith's hand is reaching down to turn the page. don't have to smash the cage, just ascend through it. cause life in one view is just sub-atomic movement.

Lemme' continue the story where Mehm left off:
government's herdin' it's people like we eat from a trough
sedentary minds easily manipulated by the oppressors
it's about time we became the cerebral aggressors.
so-called knowledge can't be found in those books
the university system's run by filthy crooks
sellin' you five-hundred dollar text's is their idea of a deal
meanwhile you're strugglin' to scrape enough dough for a meal.
economic bailout offers five seconds of respite
next day the Dow down five-hundred points in a second
there goes your entire life savings that you dumped into stocks
probably build wealth better if you were suckin' on cocks
American life revolves around the idiot-box
media spreadin' their message faster'n small-pox
the moral of this story should be becoming quite clear:
avoid fallin' into a trap of apathy and repetition
make it your mission to stock-pile intellectual ammunition...

 

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this is quickly turning into a two man show,
doesn't bother me; we've got an air-tight flow,
so let me continue to weave this tapestry of our future
have you in stitches like a full frontal suture
crackin' your cranium with the dumbed down debates
Ron Paul should be the next President of the United States
in a common sense world that'd be the only possibility
problem is: intelligent US citizen's appear to practice invisibility.

 

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well looky looky, some 16 year olds decided to play hookey

i thought we crushed this topic?-last time we did this the thread ended up in my pocket
mehm thinks hes the crem de la crem-!ahem!-i think you just coughed up some phlegm
looks like i found the new fight thread-i read one of lilc's lines and skipped right to the end

sorry fellow BL'ers-but your rhymes could have been written by hellen keller

helter skelter when the pigs come to melt ya-if you had more skill maybe psychedelicate woulda' felt ya
i cant believe they started a thread and didnt ask me to make an appearance
i guess i really am an asshole. period.
i'ts been a hot minute since we did the cliche'......."new battle thread! HOORAY!"
all apologies, i know some of you are trying-whats the saying? either get busy living or get busy dying?
-so get busy dying.-
please dont allow me to interrupt the natural order-im sorry you got wasted faster than a roll of quarters

realm: your shit is elementary, it makes no sense
best sit back n' watch while I quickly dissect
line by line your near-rhyming pile of trash
omitting your errors like a swiftly swung dash.
grammarian approach to the way I write my rhymes
I'm not from the streets but I still commit crimes
like- offending your diction and exposing it as fiction,
slandering your vocabulary well within my jurisdiction.
no wonder you got no invite to this lyrical soiree
your rhymes rockier than the Flaminian Way
google that shit if your knowledge is meager
I'm already excelling as a Major Leaguer
batting one-thousand while you still swing at a tee
my cerebral lexicon deeper than the Adriatic Sea.
rhyming about people-melting-pigs- what the fuck is that?
drag my shoes 'cross your face like a welcoming mat.
you've got nothing on Helen Keller: that bitch could read-
you're still stumbling over your A-B-C's.