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VERSE I (SOME OL DIRTY SHIT)

It's da fried man
back wit some old dirty shit
make you wanna spit
make you wanna itch
like those opiates that i got off the block from sellin yer girls tits

This ol dirty shit will make you sell all you got
just for one hit got you gripped like a surgeons knot
You be gettin blood clots
liver rott, mugshots
sleepin in a cell block with a feenin Korean who calls himself paul kwak
causin seizures like electrical shocks
your biological clock says that your time is up
with my tax money pain for your RAPE IN DA BUTT
Now you useless
like teachin a fish to flips n tricks or pickin up sticks to burn a witch
flip the ignition switch
it will smell likea flaminin bag of shit
sittin on yer front teps
but dont forget cause
you be ge gettin dirty shit on your tv set|
with your marijuana ciggarettes and king size hits
sit back n relax, you and I get smacked.

VERSE II
My shit is homebrewed but my sound is new
take a sip and you'll fall into my field of view
I think yer turnin blew
Think yer overdue
flatline and baclk to life
I just saw an irish jew
comin or you
comin for me
sittin on your coner block sellin on the streets
catchin your attention like the smell ofraw meet
secreteing in the heat
my fraudulent scheeme
My life is like a balance bean
I got one foot in the grave
and the other is my bootleg yo
crazy and creative like vincint van gogh
cut off your ears and you can still hear me flow
Cuz Im dope like the product that I smoke
amd you'll feel like a pro when you undergoe my shit
head to toe
feelin like you rollin a bit
want some mo
fried man has you addicted fo so/
so let go
get hooked, get fried, get slow
this ol dirty shit will make nod your head
so take a sample, and lemme know


(still workin ona chorus) If you come up with some, check out the tune on
myspace.com/friedmanmusic


I'll post my lyrics about special K..........oh the joys of being a bluelight raper.
 
haha for real man, when i was 15 i recorded an entire song about pretty much every major drug there is, but that was when i first started this shit. i just wrote this right now im in a real fucked up mood and had to get some shit out so check this. (oh yea i write my hooks to the beat never before)

im feelin how it feels-forces confront you and you kneel
they hunt you and you squeal-they fuck you and you peel
im feelin how it feels-to be lonely missin ones you love for steel
the government is real-they got a badge but still they rob and steal
im feelin how it feels-stuck up in the deal
just know i can relate-dont ever let the coppas seal ya fate
dont take the bait it isnt fake you can even feel the hate
deep inside ya gut ya feel the bake-feel the pressure incubate
and still you stray its day to day-it'll never change
so lemme get it str8-you feelin how it feels to be a feathaweight
thats when they pushin thumbs and makin rules like stay in school
so they can play you fools into thinkin that the cash rules
its like you locked up in a system that you cant escape
its chaos in alotta ways-were all the witches of the modern day
you gotta love the way they demonize-yet they in disguise
filled with lies i can see it in they eyes but they the law so then they pry
ask me why? i couldnt tell ya-then again i didnt have a job to sell ya
now i think you feelin how it feels to rob and steal so i could get a record deal
in hoods i rob they call me robbin hoods-get it? got it? good.
i call it like i see it when i see it best believe it
couldnt ask me twice im in another league of dreamin
im no utopiest thats all a lie-look what they did! they call it crime
they puttin obstacles to make you stumble evertime
and hit rewind (rewind) so now u got the jist of it
ill resonate when you gettin stomped and pistol whipped by pigs
you thinkin im a rebel of society-in fact im just a dyin breed
you fuckin clones is all inside a me thats how i see
so when u knockin down my doors and breakin glass-
expect a motha fucka with uzis and a jason mask
thats where ima leave it cuz of how you bitches see it
u thinkin im a killer but you daughter is bulemic
where you think she got a problem daddy? maybe you should ask me
have a laugh and cry later-ice cube ima holla at ya
had to jack a line you said it best-not a problem patna
the message that i stressed is death and solitude
you could call it crude but im a visionary fuck a pussies attitude
 
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and here is the drug song i wrote when i was 15 named Dis Association

drug disassociation im facin 30 to life for sniffin coke up off the pavement
send me str8 to rehabilitation i got with weed and ascended graduation
im fascinated hearin voices drive me like steering-watchin your face smearing
my eyes open ask me what im fearing-people dancing is what im seeing
you say seeing is believing but what to believe when ya eyes are deceiving
heroin dust coke and meth-dont try crack its the best-dont hit too much angel dust
send u into cardiac arrest-weed opened new doors like gateways to the west
send me a kilo my eyes are wide like a just opened treasure chest
u say this proves im obsessed-no it proves im never worried even on houst arrest
when im with u and u smokin be polite-always askin please i got a lighter lets ignite
my pupils even glow in the night now listen as i recite poetic lyrics tonight
keep ya eyes on the light while the ecstasy makes everything look bright
just make sure to keep ya feeling footlight depsite fright-keep ya vicks a hand
while ya mind expands-ill take control of this mic stand with heroin and rubber bands
fuck police and fuck reprimands-i do drugs i take my steady stand
i dont slander but ill tell ya from my heart this whole attack was planned
after takin trips my brain stomps like a marchin band-and as long as im alive
ima use drugs to survive when i hear the doorbell i know the acid arrived
as long as pigs are around earths scum will continue to thrive
after a night a drinkin i thank god im alive-or fuck that! i thanks my boys for my life
peering into the dark side im the smart type-takin these psychedlics for a hard ride-
kick the bitch in overdrive-if you dont like it make a scene-i smoke the resin str8 off the screen
burn my fingers til the shit comes out green-my lungs started stinging
from sinning its my thing there's no going back to the bring my brain sinks
like amberbocks black drinks-send me to any shrinks my eyes wont even blink
ask him to smell my hands if they stink-if not i spill the resins black ink
while thinking of other hyjinx like breaking chain links with my yay infested kinks
so pass around the food and drinks a kid got the munchies im munchin out on captin
like captain hit the crunchies-once im done all ya think is punching fuckin dropouts for bein junkies-
so concluded my drug rap has eluded-deluded sober pussies that have been excluded-
take one more step you're considered an intrusion of my delusions
i know this can be confusin so its over thats my conclusion
 
you seriously didnt think you were te type of person who'd get away with it
and now that youve been caught, you know you better start to pray coz it's
immediately evident that immanently youre gunna have to pay for it
obviously its a apparent, i aint the type to take this shit

all your duckin' and weavin', the decievin' why youre leavin, yet even
still, i wont fucking believe it.
 
what you see is what you get
when im spittin, its legit
flo like kobe im the shit
smokin dro and do a bitch
fuck wit me, fuck with my clique
get back klick klack goes my tick
tock, my glock spray and leave you in shock
guess its time, doin mine, freestyle rhymes served a purpose
steal a purse, spit a verse, call the hearse, and you know you deserve this
im the nicest, real clean, yet i spit it real mean, im the realist mc that you ever seen
i rhyme like a poet, and yes you will know it, load a another bowl, smoke it, i just cant control it.

chump better make way, before i spray the AK, and leave ya girls chin nutty as a payday
your ship?
sinkin quick, better signal mayday
this battle, it aint nothing but fucking hayday
im a ninja and ill slay - you aint de-featin me, if you were-master p, and your brotha was baby.

you should quit, cuz my flow's rediculous please
only time you should be rappin is christmas eve
so grab your, clique and leave, before i spit another line
come back now realm without your lil' sissy rhymes, chump.

-The ReaPeR
 
I must have at least 500 songs worth of lyrics written but ill never make any of it into music, its just how I express my views on my own life

Anytime I smoke a joint ill instantly compose at least 1-2 songs worth of rhymes in just minutes, without even havin to think about it, shit just comes to me, its not written to be music or anything, its just written to express my passion towards my life and glamorize my lifestyle so that others will follow in my place to perpetuate the underworlds cause...


The Devils on my back hungry to feed, flash to me on my knees strugglin to breath its chokin me I beg it please just leave me be it wont cessate the homicidal tendencies, lord do you hear me? How many more must bleed before im free? Cartel enforcer employee robbin young G's of their destiny, was this what you had envisioned for me?

Ride to die fuck 6-feet, your destined to be brains splattered cross the streets, aww shiiieet, rest in peace young homie, week later theres me holdin yo mournin mother explainin why I led you to the gutter like every other, and many another, heart too cold to shudder, I want more, GIVE ME MORE, raw to the core then hardcored, I long abandoned my rapport with the lord, know the score so I brace myself for more, death squad hordes? hah, bring it, the devil wrote me a permit to commit karma-legit homicidal tactics, they think they can stop this? Try as they will, failure is obvious, nothing can phase me, sherm soulja insanity smokin phencyclidine, there aint nothing I havnt seen, just look in the streets and you'll see me, maybe not physically, but see that junkie? Caused by me, that abcess on his arm for me it bleeds, his disease? a battle scar memory of my cause to be, his guarantee? To die embalmed by narco-fentasies!!

Dirty money n' criminal fame made even the Pharaoh change, smokin dat Valle del Cauca strain to maintain sanity lost to the game, you wanna holla at Sphinx you know where to find 'em, cruisin between Caracas and Medellîn top dropped micro-SMG tucked under the seat ready for FARC revolutionaries, a bullet proof G backed by notorious AUC paramilitaries, everyone wanna launder my money got em lined up down the block, all shorties! Its the life I lead thats my cure and cause to misery, no Hennessey please but ill take that PCP homie, cocaine dont do it for me I need that maryjane in the brain to contain the searin pain, in a narcos world we ride to die aint no other thang, I know I aint really got a right to complain so im just sayin
 
the beautiful part of writing
while rhyming
is timing
and miming
and using words
describing
things that you feel
without using thought
it's not taught
but it's bought
by those who would rort
the system that's sort
without getting caught
the trick that you find
is within your mind
it's in only thinking
of rhyming while drinking
or dinking
someone elses brain
which sounds quite insane
but it's only innane
if you think that you're tame
it's the same
as not knowing
your glowing
or showing
a blowing
of minds, disguised
in their arrise
got the jive
of this hive
of this rant that won't stop
it's almost as if
this shit is a plop
in the toilet
like shit
so just quit
won't you do one
cummon son
this isn't just meant
to confuse you while bent
or when spent
it's a thought, generously lent
so take it
don't break it
use it
don't abuse it
like all things on earth
each thing gives a birth
to an idea
though not clear
especially with beer
that will set your mind free
from the thoughts that be
from the things you know
but know you can't show
because there is no proof
just as this ain't a spoof
so don't act aloof
and seek for the truth
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I like the way that when I concentrate on rhyming I stop thinking about what I am trying to say, and almost instead just let it flow. Of course... the allways the fact that I am just a scared little boy getting in the way.
 
When I rhyme I do my time flip a bitch and rip a rhyme. flo is coming like einstein e equals a very good time not m-c squared but m-c scared yeah nigga thats you i got the rims clean too and you know that i blew, nah not you. what do you say to another day rhyme another flip kill another hey! day-mayday signal before your lifeline has no signal - yes i blaze hazed eyes caked stys red as your blood flowin oh my listen for a minute, maybe jot some notes, this shit is all freestyle while your shit was wrote. what i do is what i know and i what i want is what i do nigga choose, klick klack guns pap cya on the evening news.

one more time nigga, bring it back, bass in my ears and im freeing on the track. mac attack i spit game so insane intha membrane like cypress hill, trillville, the motha fucking g's making plenty of skrill. oh, but what a thrill one more time doin mine flippin rippin chippin and im tippin on this rhyme.

nigga its a crime!

oh, and if you wanna keep runnin your mouth
ill hijack an airplane and fly it into your house

contest get back and get gotten, get rotten, next is anthrax nigga just call me bin ladan.

its funny cuz you know my girls are fine, you know my flo will shine, you know i spit the grime, you know i do my crime, my females are a dime, you? your just a faggot outa line. i get females 18 and over you get older men to tell you to bend over. damn dont be in denile, you know you get buck wild, but what? with a innocent child. fucking pedifile, she said she was 16? nigga what do you mean maybe 15 nah 14, oh really 13.

dressed to impress, impress none the less, the greaters freestyle rhymer with no contest. am i wrong spit a song ill hit this right smoke this pipe and then hit this bong. next im freein hit is holdin on, smoke ghost in my body and im still goin strong, im still goin on, one more rip of that shit cuz you know its the bomb. exhale. inhale you know you must, smoke fine bud dank dro, and you know its us.

my turns up, who is next, who is worthty for my breath, 1-2 step, guess who's next, mind's perplexed, now ya ready
for the test.
i spit it hard yet ride real smooth
my names not luda
but my rhymes are real rude
im a real dude
pop a cap just like that if ya givin attitude
my name is nathan peytus aka the greatest
flowin real ugly yet you still try to play this

fuck wit me and get got, tick tock, timers shot like the glock or nine, doing mine, doin time? nah, its my grind
flipping freestyles and sick rhymes all the time,
but dont talk, death is sought, battle time you have brought, nah i aint luda, but im comin for that numba one spot
your mom's in shock, people flock, to see your body outlined on the pavement in chalk.


haha i didnt backspace at all just freestyle some of it is sorry.
 
realm be back hopin i see stacks fuck quittin everytime i relapse hold up---ill be back
takin that last shot hopin i survive to ride or die on all my enemies to see em fry
until i flyyy--you know where i be at MIA southern FL the place where sex sells
but drugs run cats got gats hopin to bust one-out here love is tough son
no doubt about it-you missin me ya visions clouded-tunnel vision like ya shrouded
nobody heard a word even when you shouted-finally a city i founded
ancestors came and blessed it-said this is where the pinder name is present
and still im in the presence a glory feelin the essence of the story
its anything but boring-this city is fuckin soaring-thats where i grew up
north kendall is where i blew up-killian is where my crew puffs
no more tests we been proved rough-outlastin "just the 2 of us"
in gats we trust---ed--fled--pigs saw us and turned red only facin bloodshed
quick to buck a shot up in a thugs head-love me not this ones dead
haul the body down to homestead-the gators eatin flesh like cornbread
fuck the message-happiness could never be contained inside a sentence
what you lookin for?-open doors? the easy way out will never pay out
its the heavyweight bought-ali and foreman-bruce lee to bruce willis
jefferson to philis-everyone got it in em to win some-
its shows strength----wear it like a true son-dont fall victim to the animal in man
this life is just a grain of sand-thats why ima stay as planned-just take my hand
ill pull you back up-never back up-fall down only when im pickin stacks up
never let ya chin hang-we all connected like a ying-yang-its all the same same
its so old-im only hopin one day i go gold-thats why ima stay bold
sometimes it gets cold and lonely-its only me ridin like a pony
talkin mustangs-by the way i love pain-like pain is love-thats why i aim to bust
always ready to be givin a fuck like my dick was stuck-keep a fine slut stuck on my nuts
i didnt mean it to be patronizin-but the pain is agonizin-blue balls antagonizin
eyes on the prize man-the rap game is such a head trip-its realm baby
im not one to mess with


ima be recording this shit soon


tight work keepin this alive, hit me up fried man im still waitin for those beats
 
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yo were gonna have to send it through email or something man, im not on AIM enough. send that shit to ' [email protected] ' iight?



oh and this line has been said by jedi mind tricks nathanp

' oh, and if you wanna keep runnin your mouth
ill hijack an airplane and fly it into your house '
 
planes bash through back doors and smash your brand new crystal table
the world hates you
its evident and irrelevant but for sure its what life gave you
so we make due with what we got
maybe start a riot and throw some rocks
so swing your cocks and box..or get lost.
at least stop the tossing and turning
mind burning
a fine white line between anger and yearning
still learning, get drunk on books
throw left hooks at crooks or fight em back with dirty looks
out of jooks so I walk right into gun fire
ghost dance and flow past those bullets like smoke
nope.
caught them all and retired.
 
along for the ride, WORD!

Im really busy right now, trying to change my ways, apologize to people, lay off the drugs, stay clean, change my ways for the better, focus on school and trying to study abroad in italy next semester. So Im not dedicating much time to producing or writing new tracks, but if you want my full demo album, we can do a file transfer or something. Im always excited to have people check out my stuff.

Over the weekend, i'll focus my attention on beats and shit.
 
the rhymes are not directed towards ANYONE!

I think it's 3 o'clock
And I can not stop
Crush another rock
to cure this mental block
I think I heard a knock
Where did I put my glock?
Is my door unlocked?
Better grab my pot

Trigger happy like a soldier in Iraq
Shell shocked and paranoid
Another dose at 4 o' clock

My stash is runnin low
I need to take a walk
To the city block
My usual spot
Is that a traffic cop?
Oh shit I think Im caught

Im aggressive like a jock
From these amps I brought
I could throw a punch
And sink him like a bank shot
But I stop and plot
With the birds that talk
Im feelin more creative than sebation bach
must be these microdots
that I took and forgot.
so I kill this cop
with an insulin shot

I ponder in thought
What the fuck was I on
I will treat this disease until I know that its gone
Forgiveness will help, but only time can tell
Whether it will get better
Or lead to a schitzophrenic hell.
 
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i dont even know whats going on. who were you dissing fried man?


oh and by the way wordy i asked RareForm if we can sticky this thread being as its the only thread in words dedicated to rhyming, but he hasnt responded yet so i might as well ask you. what do you think?
 
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