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Fuck I'm still not asleep and this guuda really got to me?
My boys are on the way to hear me spit and speak, and smoke weed,
And that's just the way it goes when your on some tweak,
but it's scarey the way I look so skinny,
how can I do this to myself it's not funny,
but I'm not an addict,
It was three months since I last packed it,
Still, I'm stuck on a binge,
So I never learned my lesson,
I may be an arrogant bastard,
but I'm the number one master,
of my self and the cosmic universe,
but does this really matter?
Idk I just wanted to speak about me,
hoping your eyes can see.
 
I'm rockin' glasses
but I see just fine
on a binge too, cause i'm on this grind
guess we all are
for the mighty dollar
 
About ten minutes hence,
I shall call up the shop and then,
Have some heady marijuana to smoke upon;

Until I return to whence,
those times that I have no sense-
Alas! The shops are closed, and my herb is gone.

I believe I'll pick up some flower,
After which I shall roll up a tower,
And get higher even than the clouds.

Perhaps I'll soak it for an hour,
In kief and Oil shall I shower,
And smoke in my abode then abounds!
 
I don't need the tweak cuz I've got the speed. Better technique when I'm smoking weed. You hit the big jib in the sky and you ain't coming down. Put down the rig little guy cuz you're becoming a clown. You need a sandwich and a nap. You look stranded, here's a map. Your little test is amusing at best. After this quest or this journey we're all at rest on a gurney. You're far from god above or the devil below. You speak of such things you never will know. There's places a pitiful man just doesn't go. If you're trying to look pathetic, you nailed it. If you wanted to seem poetic, you failed it. My words can be expensive when I get offensive. You're easy to bruise missing a few screws. My skin is thicker than the tension. My tongue is quicker than my ascension. I knew a guy who was a little too twacked. He went out and got himself wacked. Next time you try to spit this scattered shit. Beware of ending up battered in a ditch. And best believe you'll be outdone by a bitch. The only thing you'll be squirting is blood. Cut up til you're spurting a flood. You don't know a lick about pussy and pleasure. I don't even need a dick to measure. While you're spitting on it tryin to get it wet I'll be gettin on it winning this bet.
 
It's the only chance we have,
to forsake our nature.
To give love where there is none,
Stay put when you want to run;
Run when you want to stay put,
The global mind is aloof.

Everywhere is war,
In our history, in our lore,
It's in the way we walk, or go to the store,
It's in our eyes and behind our closed doors,
Anger and pain excretes from our pores.

Greed, guns, and selfish love,
The marching beat of war-drums,
Whether you've got a sword or a drug,
That is your weapon.
Whether you've got a knife or a hug,
That is your weapon.
 
I'll admit I was outdone by a bitch, but I don't mind.
It was a life lesson, and I feel fine.
Maybe because I'm baked or to each their own,
I hardly smoke shit, and it fucked up my poems.
So if you judge me for what I do, it's whatever,
and all humans are the same, there is no better.
So I don't care for what I've done,
I've been to realms far and above,
all for some stupid lust, what a shrug.
It's alright though, I'm really no poet,
I just like to pass the time, and show it.
By the way you don't know me,
So don't act like you know about my life,
Let me get your number, and I will show you who's right,
your pussy is probably loose, but my dick makes that shit look tight.
So Whitefemale how about a truths?
Considering you've never walked in my shoes,
I don't mind if I win or loose, because I am amused.
I love all particles even you.
 
END of story, jason vorhees in the place to be. Marc andre fleury, the world aint got nothing for me
daydream: devils, whores is all i see. Is this heaven? no it's purgatory. Ghetto superstar odb
ok i want 3, i want 3 like robert horry. this is scary, straight outta surgery pitching rocks in the city of jerzey

life expectancy mayan, rockin shark attack scars. Corazon hit the hookah to the music of the sitar
testing my pain level, they claimin' that i blown it. No longer afraid, so i ball out n zone in
my faith in my fate, testing the games threshold. don't fake, ain't nothing special
anything to be 20 side of Pareto. entertain offers on my soul from the devil

say 5 hail marys 5 hour energy. inhale mary, kiwi strawberry
hands up lift your garments up put ur arms in it. this shit ain't a fucking shirts-skins scrimmage
spit like it was written, over ones and twos. now pitching thoughts, poetry is get rich soon

lifes a bitch but she raisin' my kids. shes a pure heroine, harder than beige bricks
throws on rabbit ears and swears shes a actress. every night drop her off where she dances
cheek kisses, said get out the bad predicament. before she disappears like Zoltar in Big

predicts i'm bout to be rich. subjective mathematics, what if the penny flipped?
e p unum, "out of many..one", ask anyone, lincoln to washingtons to andrew jacksons
matterfact even the matrix is a pattern. never act in a passion make it happen.
momentum is magic. create a force through an action. Begin
 
Oh my god dudes. I fucking dig it ALL! It's fuckin righteous, brochachos. I'll be quoting some of you, definitely.

People posting poems so I can quote em,
Boasting a flow that could stop peeps from floatin',
a flow that makes you sink, blush up, and turn pink,
wash down the drain, empty the contents of what you think,
till you go insane, or at least touch the brink, but then bleach all your memories with permanent ink,
rewrite your history, cause this past ain't bliss for me, and presently gifts are presented with this story,
So fuck this story! Splatter paint to cover the words up, It ain't what it is, so lets just wait to see what it becomes,
Feel free to sneeze in your sippie cup, and restart evolution, Paint a picture in a pint, and produce another nuisance...

Ok, I'm done writing for meow.. yall are awesome
 
isetpeopleonfire said:
Oh my god dudes. I fucking dig it ALL! It's fuckin righteous, brochachos. I'll be quoting some of you, definitely.

People posting poems so I can quote em,
Boasting a flow that could stop peeps from floatin',
a flow that makes you sink, blush up, and turn pink,
wash down the drain, empty the contents of what you think,
till you go insane, or at least touch the brink, but then bleach all your memories with permanent ink,
rewrite your history, cause this past ain't bliss for me, and presently gifts are presented with this story,
So fuck this story! Splatter paint to cover the words up, It ain't what it is, so lets just wait to see what it becomes,
Feel free to sneeze in your sippie cup, and restart evolution, Paint a picture in a pint, and produce another nuisance...

Ok, I'm done writing for meow.. yall are awesome
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Nice.

Not sure if i was included in the awsomeness that you say we are.. but thanks if you were lol.
If you go back a few pages (before writers block) that is when i was better.
I'm gettin back at it tho, have a lot going on to motivate me again.


I'll write one up real quick.
-HOOD
 
I eat rap, not the shit you wrap your food in,
I sleep crap, the shit contains lyrics n music,
I put in on paper in brown fuckin ink, the rhymes are good but damn do they stink,
People talk shit and lie through their teeth until they fall out,
I speak truths and since i am it in flesh i guess ill let it all out,
Separate the soul from a being, leaves a hollow shell to hold the trait of MCing,
Mind Control at it's fullest, thats the true fucking meaning,
Cuz rhymes spit like bullets, leaving subliminal marks in your head as they're leaving,
In one ear and out the other, all i get is pain and suffer,
Wanting to eat, but having no apatite for supper,
Like Nike just do it, i spit this shit fluent,
Lighter fluid flow, add a spark and you blew it,
The words can influence, the strong minded easier than the stupid,
I can't play stupid or even dumb, they ain't my games,
Now look at what I've done, question is where the fuck I'm from..


-HOOD
 
Verbal concentration surgical infernos KGs hurtful operations off Eternal elevation Intoxication, Merciless mutilations rip vertebrates murderous like beserkers who 5150 contemplate with.electrical surges, dope deserter professional demonstrate cautionary approach with tension progressional of ventricles I escalate belligerence smoking cigarettes with magnificence of articulate burners spitting inconsiderate deliverance, Mic competitors ignorant I ignite MCs demented like severed chromosomal breach of your seeds psychologically detach ligaments, complex like astronomy everlast paragraphs of unmatched philosophys, disfigurement demonically intercept rap autopsys astonishing conceived knowledge that Socrates breathes, Prolific Revolutionary soldier emits sadistic similes vocal certificates colder to intervene like Military incidinary deliberate frag exposure, Isolated assassins awaited like poachers faded on site with unstable composure, KGODs sharpened marksman evasively hyperactive in absolute Darkness rip artists apart like drill sergeants of Spartans collapsin, sacred blood cell contrastive entrapments spiritually ancient Lyrically shanks shift uncut anguished unleashed unrestrained deranged Innovated blastings vocalizing generated hazardous rain mangling MCs off koka intranasally Chemical advancement physically collapsed aligned with interacted cannons banishing enemies by death defying Incineration action, Musical energy disassembly divine of Hiphops sanity mythically damaging written beats self admittedly uncensored degrees supernatural speeds Viciously accurate with intensity of weaponry expansion, Avenger of dismemberings destroy Mic contender legacies from aerial deployed vantage, Psychotic detachments like Inhuman transformed sandstorms unimagined like Mindless thoughts of Manson chasing Krystal dragons in Closed captions like Snipers elimination passion, Rhythmic sentence structure technical comprehension relentless like surgical deliverance of attentive vengeance executed intensive viruses in circulatory engines stupendous lethally break muscular tendents in twisted laboratorys of outer dimensions
 
Unholy Lucifer...YES last night I was STUCK, either tolerance went down or I.had.some really good shit cause all I did was a fat line and then it fucking smacked me like a freight train!! Were.talking 9-10 hours straight stuck writing verses...didn't move a muscle
 
At least you use the high it gives you for productive things like writing.
Some people just get high and wonder what to do with all the energy and end up in trouble sometimes.

I dont do stims, but had done it once in a roll that was a meth bomb, i almost was calm i was so hyped. Was a weird feeling.
I prefer benzos lol. To each their own.

Keep killing these verses man, you're gonna make it somewhere in the game.
I know your a ghostwriter but maybe it's time you record your own stuff and make a mixtape and see what happens.. you never know.

I'll be back on later.

-HOOD
 
I rock $800 crocs over walmart tube socks and got empty pockets
trying to master a plan that don't involve bucking shit
The start of a new career, I got at least 5 good years before i kick the bucket

nah fuck it.. that sucks

whats up?
 
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Puppet

Mr tells you what to hear
Without a care,
Breeding fear
The way I feel
An endless sea
A thousand tears
Ive shed at least
And a thousand more
There will be
The trust ive put into
This reckless memento
Heartless pretender
My heart in a blender
While my sorrow remained
You stayed one and the same
The devil knows his name
And when you play his game
Hate is what remains
I pick up my heart
Alone again I go
Free from the strings
Of your endless puppet show.

Nikkistix <|||||||||||||||||||>~~~~~
 
Charismatic young man in a chair.
Charismatic young man touches his hair.

A time for a tit just a little bit
Remember to stand rather than sit

A time on the clock
A penis or a cock
A chicken or a block
With excellent service.

Society's diety riding quietly
Trying to lie trying to lie to thee
Making some jokes
Laughing at blokes
Free lines of coke
Stupid lobotomy

A freelancing woman who dances with three
Might just have one or two sugars with tea
But sex on a boat that floats in a moat
Can make you foolish much like a goat.

The rhythm has stopped. The cigarette burns
The ashes they fall, and I toss and turn
To think of the world, that which we live
Is full of Indians named shiv

Perhaps it is I who sees through the eyes
Of those hidden guys in disguise
Who openly risk exposing their guise
And wondering why Robin Williams died

Version 2.

In an epic journey to cross the alkalis mountains, filled with crystal skulls made of mdma, a young man must find his way. The legendary hero who wields a penis shaped bazooka is COCKed and loaded, ready to spray his action all over.

Scene 2

Millions of dead bodies whose corpses are rotting away, the smell reaking through the air of dead flesh and bone, burning fiercely as the flames of hell rise higher and burn hotter. Prince dicklylicky (Satan's prime minister) is chewing on some KFC, when suddenly.... Quad penis unicorn donkey robot shows up and shoots a fucking laser right into lickydickys asshole. The chain reaction is nuclear, and then at the last scene, Falcon from power stone is seen flying away in his airplane.

Scene 7

A hobo begins sucking some dicks for money. Little does the hobo know his future is Bout to get bright as shit. Right when the John cums all in the hobos beard, a purple diamond covered limo pulls up beside the car and fires machine guns killing the John instantly. The poor hobo tries to run, and the killers try to kill the hobo... But awww snap dog... Ice cube emerges from the sewers with a missile launcher and sends those motha fuckas directly to hell! Do not pass go, do not collect two hunna dollaz, just go to hell. Those dead asshole spirits appear and is all like "are we there yet?" but before ice cube has a chance to drive the kids around on a long trip with misadventures in an Suv, obi Wan kenobi (I shit you not) is doing rails of coke off this hookers boobs.

Meanwhile...

Do you like Boba feet?

Guess you could say I've got a.....

Boba fettish
 
Watch the time as i predict these constricted hypo-active supernatural hieroglyphics,
Withdrawal signs again as my ass spits n shits lyrics so fuckin intricate, Watch again so as you don't get hit with figments,
Your imaginations amazing, it fits in my pigments whilst im gazing,
Your bullets keep brazing, you barely hit me, you're fucking crazy, if you dare to diss me, thinking you can out rap the boy so brazy, who follows in steps so shady,
Ness with a Mitchell don't get hit with your brim low, as window rolls down i blow through your trench coat,
Let me off the bench coach let me swing my bat at, some out there willing to get their cap cracked, this fuckin rap pack open with grasps of glad bags,
Off my old style and hopped on a new one, dropped your jaw and help you cop a new tongue,
They never understand my lines of which eye speak, it's fucking time chief, to let the mind see blindly,
Defeat the HOOD boy, you better be good boy, before I open what im capable of imma chef quick to glue your brew boy,
I need a new toy,
Somebody to play with,
While im in this zone boy,
I'll hop on the pot and just take shits.


-HOOD
 
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Just out of curiosity, has anyone here ever experienced "VTach" or "Ventricular Tachycardia" from drug use? Whether stimulants, mixing uppers & downers etc. I ask because I have once when I dosed a 1.2 of speed + smoked a .3 of H. Basically I was getting extremely paranoid being it was day 3 sleep deprived, being I only got stimulated and felt no euphoria, I wanted to come down asap so I smoked H during speed high and within minutes..
I was in trouble, my heart began fluttering from around 185bpm to 70-80bpm every 3-5 seconds, called 911 and literally I could feel my ventricles tightening in my chest. In the end EMTs told me I was seconds away from Ventricular Fibilleration and hitting Sudden Cardiac Arrest but yeah...

Anyone relate?
 
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