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Walking Suicide Full Of Animosity Since Last Identified Down To Terrorize His Own Life With Addictive Sickness, Distant From Societys Position Encrypted With Anxiety Conditions Explicit Till My Heart Deteriorates In Its Entirety Like A Proficient Scalpel Incision, Intravenous Inflictions Of The Meanest Tina Stick Ins Experienced Friction Like Fatal Car Collisions, Mentally Unstable My Thoughts Rendered The Enemy Dosing Uppers Intranasal Breaking DNA Structures Like Human Encounters With Bengels, Psychological Pollution Philosophical Executions Infusion With My Organs Reaching Conclusive Movements, Inducing Psychosomatic Evolution Practiced Black Magic My Rifles Penetrate Sleep Deprived Illusions For Retribution, Psychosis Confusion I Elevate In Motion Ferocious Abusing Till Overdosage Is In Focus, Emergency Room Visitations Urgently Illume Terror Like Monsoons Of Doom Ending In Cremation

Real on this verse, its dope I like it a lot. Not finished yet of course
 
My God, Oh, God. Why must you blind your sheep, keep the gold tightly wrapped around their neck? Choking all appetite. Reasons you give none, answers you show. For it was us who adorned gold which shrank our stomachs. I see your flock which lay in shambles, its Beauty, scattered. My God, Oh, God, why must you blind their hearts as well? For they could not define the word "love" even if it were etched in their heart! For it took your Word to interpret their innate morality as guilt and rendered them hungry, in search of water, only to find wine? Then why choke and blind? Surely those who choke will know of the Breath of God and those who are blind, know darkness. Amen.

(reading Augustine is infectious)
 
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All of my life I've felt sick,
different,
almost diagnosed autistic.
Such bullshit,
all these labels given to individuals,
who aren't quite understood simply being observed by the outer shell,
It goes much deeper than Heaven, or Hell,
or whatever place you feel is truly real.
Nobody is correct,
so we all must have respect,
perspective is diverse,
which can make existence seem like it's way worse than it really is.
'Cause when it comes down to it,
no matter what damage that's been experienced,
or trauma that is lingering,
everything is simply a vibration interacting with itself,
so why believe in an outcome of Heaven, or Hell?
Just believe that everything is exactly how it should be.
That is true freedom, and if you don't agree,
then how else would existence currently be seen?
all that is happening happens naturally,
fractally,
immaculately,
incredibly randomly,
but predetermined by Akashic insanity.
There's a pattern to the madness,
and and a desirable chaos to the bliss.
So get a good taste of it.

~Verri
 
Papaverium said:
All of my life I've felt sick,
different,
almost diagnosed autistic.
Such bullshit,
all these labels given to individuals,
who aren't quite understood simply being observed by the outer shell,
It goes much deeper than Heaven, or Hell,
or whatever place you feel is truly real.
Nobody is correct,
so we all must have respect,
perspective is diverse,
which can make existence seem like it's way worse than it really is.
'Cause when it comes down to it,
no matter what damage that's been experienced,
or trauma that is lingering,
everything is simply a vibration interacting with itself,
so why believe in an outcome of Heaven, or Hell?
Just believe that everything is exactly how it should be.
That is true freedom, and if you don't agree,
then how else would existence currently be seen?
all that is happening happens naturally,
fractally,
immaculately,
incredibly randomly,
but predetermined by Akashic insanity.
There's a pattern to the madness,
and and a desirable chaos to the bliss.
So get a good taste of it.

~Verri
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i want a good taste of it! ;)
i promise i won't waste it
or spend too much time
flirting up above the waist line
excuse my dirty mind
my rhyme is just an escape from a dirty grind
pleasure up and down my spine
i must be on some kind of natural ecstasy
no come down
my back against a tree for a rub down

ok i'm getting carried away...
 
With the remains of HOOD being dead and buried,
T-Jae his alter steps in with a head of fury,
Anyone wanna test the new aged darkened side,
He'll leave you left off the highway like a park and ride,
There's too much anger over his old self gone inside,
Wait there's a spark of life HOOD can still survive,
Time to light the wick and hope he blows,
Like Riddick, Furrian rage is all he knows,
But don't ever take a look to deep into my eyes,
Windows to the soul, it's dark inside,
I donno where im at with the other half of me gone,
Must be all the shit ive mixed up that im on,
You got it mixed up im mixed and thats all im on,
So ill say it again until dusk turns to dawn,
Turn ducks into swans,
Im into ones,
Five, Ten .. im counting up my pennies and im in my mid twenties,
I'm broke but don't fix me i prefer to not work,
Im disabled fuckbags im an ogre jerk,
HOOD's waking up shh don't let him know i still lurk..
Deep in his minds where he can find me if he wants to look.

~T-Jae

EDIT: Damn, had some weird vibe last night when i wrote this. Kinda feel stupid for showing my other side, usually HOOD and T-Jae argue in my head but while typing that out I realized T-Jae was trying to get HOOD to come back to life.
And he did so, I'm back.. till the next time my mind fucks with me lol.

-HOOD
 
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New Moon in the sky as I tilt my head back,
reminding me everything will eventually come back,
maybe not exactly how it once once before,
but broken into fractions,
caused by our actions.

They say, " What goes around comes around,"
and, " Karma's a bitch."
but essentially,
one's reaction to a reaction of their own action is what really sticks,
It pulls tricks on many,
who figure that if they could get revenge on their enemy,
it was "their karma to deserve" anyway.

That's not how it works.

There are no perks to the cycle of cause and effect,
it just happens due to what leads up the the fact.
If something someone perceives as "bad" happens,
there isn't a hidden meaning,
behind why it had too become.

Everything is just one equation solving itself,
unfolding,
growing through showing,
the balance of what everyone sees.
Even though events appear separately,
everything we've done,
leads up to what you and me are currently being. ~

~Verri

Click here for my Facebook page if you guys like my stuff :P
 
smokin some weed, i was up in the trees,
chargin these fees, im stackin this cheese,
keep that .357 for my enemies,
you think its a breeze? please....

Lurkin through your backyard with a backpack,
thats where my MAC's at, gotta cap that,
where the cops at, when i see em im gonna pop that,
see where Pac's at,
cuz by the time you hear these rhymes, it'll be my time.
 
Your time is over, like B and Hova,
Roll over your rollie and burnt you with toaster,
You wanna get closer? You think you can match this?
You gotta be kidding, you need some more practice,
I know you didn't wanna, battle with those rhymes..
But your words are butter, with and now it's my time,
So shine with HOOD, you don't wanna than good,
For your silicone, i got you some wood,
You're titstitstits thats 3 times the plastic,
You're as fake as a bitch that don't classically snap back like elastics.

-HOOD

Welcome to Bluelight! :)
 
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Opiate withdrawals give me the ability to draw,
Pictures in your head, put em together like a jigsaw,
Puzzle describes my brain coming off benzos,
It's like I have a blank paper but can't use the pencil,
I can't get it out, whether I type or write,
Give me a typewriter and ill make mistakes I'll need some white out to right,
My wrong words that come out its like,
I inhaled too much of it and now im out like a light,
Fuck this pain and struggle im hanging my self tonight...
Psych.

-HOOD
 
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Im back temporarily
Feral, but heavily armed with brevity, bombs, and BL legacy
Im anti-gravity
Call me Thy Majesty
Such a tragic travesty
When I blast rapidly
Avidly seeking the weakling
Of your weaklink
Gave em a beating
Now hes bleeding in the creek stink
I Think im At the brink of chaos
Coked out like Kate Moss
In a Kuwait mosque
With an irate boss
Who suffered great loss
From an ambush coup
From those damn Bush troops
how Imperialistic, nihilistic
My flow is cryptic
Im feeling mystic
Sticky lipstick
When I kiss this vicious DMT mistress
The universe disintegrates and replace hallucinations while im awake
Im in a daze, amazed at the conscious shift like an earthquake
Germany has the lowest birth rate
Which is great
Cuz I like to cum in first place
I'm about to take a nap
 
A butterfly flaps her wings in the Amazon
forming a hurricane far away in the heart of Corazon
Hey can you hear me or is it lost in the chaos ??
I float like a butterfly & hit like the playoffs
Hey, - it's Big Jay,
still grinding, - ain't shit changed
but sometimes i don't feel the same
like life is a video game
do you know what I am saying?
like sociopath or depersonalization?
Sometimes I think back to my first love
or my worst crush, and it brings back some passion or love
and then I get back to work because just thinking isn't enough
 
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Nice! I wanna see more from you in here, your good at this man.
You can get the reader to understand the few thoughts going through your head at the time of writing.

With me it's like my shit is almost always so scattered and sometimes doesn't seem to make sense to anyone but myself..that is cuz im scatterbrained most of the time and my mind races lol.


And waffle: your good too bro.

I'm thinking about starting a thread for 8 bar freestyles anyone wanna be part of it?
I''ll make it now, if it goes than it does.
If it fails, ill delete it.

-HOOD
 
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Don't pay them any attention, just like the only ones that say I don't write my own rhymes are the ones who know they can't touch me. Ignore the hate & move on trust me.
 
HdoubleODeezy said:
It is obvious there is extreme paranoia going on in my brain, but won't give it no namez errr question if i'm sane
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fyp

(Ha :? -hope you're not srs, I have posted a rhyme or two in my day. Gots da writers bloc now tho.)

Have you heard the song 'secret wars' by Last Emperor? If I ever have the time perhaps I'll steal his idea but substitute my fav BL'rs.. ;)
 
Never heard it.. or of it, and i was only referring to your post in the 2 words thread that under i said "whack job" You said "whack poetics" not to mention you saying something about my "scary avatar" (sarcastically) in the same thread too.
 
Yeah I got what you were referring to.

I was just making a play on the word 'whack' and wax poetic, while possibly dropping a little respect to the great Aristotle.

As far as the avatar, I think I could make a rational argument for why some people might consider it scary/frightening.

A real life example would be if you were to wear that costume the next time you enter a bank.

It's cool tho, no worries, no issues.

wish you well
 
You guys are seriously beefing cause he made a joke about your avatar & used the same word in your post?!?! LOL Come on homie really?

Well only way to solve it write a verse each ill judge
 
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