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The New Rhymes

from the top drop hip hop chops and plot to stop capitalist expansion
hack the key pads at the gates and burn down the mansions
in fashion, so I stole some fake steak and ate it
got baked and played in the rain when it drizzled
walked to the base and painted god bless america on every single missle
never miss a tribute, to the awe evoking power,
that nature displays for a minute, about sixty times an hour
wow we're, getting of track
spit raps intack and drop jacks on eleven
in fact its a given, I'm smacked, cracked and trippen
stacked fat from buisness, so pass that or hit it
and mash past the last remaining facet of placidly still advancement
nigga
 
Incinerating dreams shattered, weathered torn and battered
Flattered only to a point when flawlessly my screams are scattered
Mattered only for the moment when the I helplessly did omit
Felt the mutual emotion, caption closed and then I blow it
Mow it down like this book I’ve drown so many times before
Write a page to take fury away, the pedal to the floor
Settled score never settled, burning hotter than a kettle
Rearranged these lines so many times it’s earned me a metal
Relaxation - Is the new found way I’ve found to make amends
Frustration - The emotion felt time and time again
Lose touch with reality and maybe learn the truth
Becoming the next casualty and set what’s “right” aloof
Grab my hand as I lead you thru the mist, dark abyss
Say your prayers, don’t be scared, prepare for deaths deadly kiss
Left to slip off of the shelf, as your surroundings just melt
Washing all dirt down the drain along with things you’ve felt
 
M-E to the H-M i played them-you're like some fake friends
fuck the safe sense im playin dangerously
fuck the way you aimed at me-im takin lives blatantly
dont play with me-im like the lion in the wilderness
im never tame-leavin emcees in bewilderment
you changin colors like some fillament
i got some ill intent to show you where im comin from
ill stuff it down your throat like tyson duckin punches son
dun-dun-dun--its time to go-you only gettin 10 lines per show
well here's a bonus--no re-entry--motha fuckas dont suppose its--
gettin ducked like slow hits-so focus on the hocus pocus
black magic keeps me flyin like a locust-OH SHIT
im done now-you bitches dumbed down-until you hear the gun sound
 
10 lines, let's see
I smoke trees not tweak and speak of things unmentionable
push my mind to the brink and snap it like a pencil
pine away with thoughts fraught with questions who
refuse to be answered - pop shots like a panzer
in this stanza I'm not mad but, don't cross me like jesus
apparent weakness frees us from suffering diseases
so laugh, and crack up to pieces
I see this reverting to ways of the past,
as we dash fast to ignite the last can of gas
 
Never seemed too flawless, crystal clear abolished
Treasured for the drastic measures then in turn demolished
Expeditionary quest for the rest of the gold fiends
Sometimes nothing will make sense living inside ya dreams
Schemes devised from lies devise your entire enterprise
When you’re lying 6 feet under ask the lord, god oh why
Hold hope high and instead lay your love in loveless values
Try to keep it clear so you don’t get words misconstrued

-ks
 
I'm tired of this bullshit, I want some god damn respect
How can the bank take five bucks out WHEN THEY ISSUED THE CHECK??!??!!?
They tell me, open an account and it's free
But it doesn't matter, I'll get hit with maintenance fees
And this is after the fact Uncle Sam hits my ass for tax
Chris Rock said it best, "That's a jack!"
And if I don't pay, the government will say
That I'm a criminal, and I should be locked away
That's fine, put me in a cell with Kenneth Lay
Hey, I just wanna get paid and earn a spot in the shade
I just wanna get drunk and blazed
So I've got my blunt and my plastic cup
Turn the volume knob to the right like that's whats up
Drivin' slow, open my doors and ghostride my whip MAAAAAN I'M GOIN' DUMB!
Havin' way too much fun, weed and rum got my head numb
Jumpin' on the hood and the roof of my Chrysler
Hyphy is how we get, it's like a new level of hyper
So whenever you see me, yell out my name and proceed to get dumb
"But how, A-Dubb?"
With some music and/or some drugs, that's how it's done
 
Yo I'm more then ya average whiteboy, with this mic toy
Stepping with aggression you can get your ass destroyed
Fake employment gets deployed to realign your fucking mind
look inside my darkened heart, not a shred of hope you'll find
Break ya neck, numbers on ya head, chopped up in the ditches
Train wrecked, Leave ya ass dead, Runnin mouth little bitches
Try this trisket, clear your mind, pray to god mercy I find
Lyrical iminations gonna leave your bitch ass blind, blind


-KS
 
ok this is a really long one(i hope someone reads it =D ), all part of one long song i wrote about 6 years ago.


i know my heart encloses picture perfect roses
but deep down its black too much a disturbed soul
still forced to be bold--i kept my ass out the cold
of the dark and lonely streets--i repeat i aint ghetto--
i just dont got enough air to breathe
troubled crazy in still waters
treating my sisters liek they my daughters
i always took care of the family as i grew
but until now to me i seem see-thru
not even i can relate to what I been thru
i guess to me its always seemed untrue
but to add deeper thought to this issue
think of a small white kid livin 2 deep
acceptin streets as his own with accomplished feets
between the time it takes me to recover i deplete--
any energy i got left with no pieces of me left to forget


i accept who i became i got no shame
from these days on forward jehovah i proclaim
with my brain i cant sustain--so many insidious thoughts
my whole mind is twisted in knots with non-stop shots
this is to deep for even my courageous heart to spot
im caught up in hideous actions--creating enemy factions
beggin for death--not even to mention crystal meth's resets--
to my body--contrary to popular belief my emotions cease
for amusement--all i got is anger realtin my pen to paper
im all alone in life--no one to keep me around despite--
any good feelings i got my hatred ignites
parents permitted promiscuous activity's
its killin me inside tearin me to pieces--my rage is worldwide
black and ready for warfare collide!
poetry is my soul mate i use words to relate to fate
this puts me back in feelings correct place


i decided to embrace death instead of pushin it away
learned to use it for strength instead of weakness
go ahead kill me!--ill feel completed--fuck ya guilt
my life is cheated way before i knew wat was goin on
i knew i was defeated--no point in givin up
surrounded by despair but u can always tell that im not aware
for what this world has done to me there's no repair--
but still they force me to prepare!
cant we just forget anguish and make this world transmit legit views
but instead the youth stays confused--refused they talent
aint no more gallantry just fucked up reality's
every second the evil demons comin after me
i cant take the weight of society it causes social anxiety
so instead i stick to musical variety--
it calms down! deep down stirrin--but up to this point
my whole life seems blurred-n-i cant take it anymore


i deplore faggots comin knockin at the door...
come to get parts of me that i ignore
i wish this feeling would just go away instead it stays blowin sprays
that leave me nothing but amazed--to me im crazed
always stayin blazed and spaced i just feel like bein replaced
by someone who can enjoy what i got--to me life just dont mean alot
im pained all day everyday some days i hope and pray
for my curses to be lifted--but then fuck being gifted...i drifted--
from any lyrics that coulda been bits and pieces to be released in
instead i just sit here and sin spittin angry verses that nurses my hate
for any debate i decided to create this place im in
now i disavow anything anone says to me...
i guarantee--u said something incredibly useless
i stress that this whole world is totally repressed
wat did we do to be transgressed? but you see me?
i posses knowledge to be understanding
so while we sit here demanding im making something of myself
so quit repremanding
any given second i stand on my own 2 so let me tell myself what--is--true
we have the right to pursue dreams livin in hapiness is wat we make it seem
 
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^nice!

I straddled that thin blade
And tasted death
It screamed of confusion
Delusion
And riddled uncertainty
Like the church stains glass
And the Father feigns mass

I too
Have followed the motions
Emotions locked in leather brain folds
'Lectric shocks are kicks with canes
Told I to you
"Watch where you step
Your shoes are laced with something
Trek on meadows eyes have seen before"
I've seen the score
Gipedo snores
The lies are more
Stiletto stories scratch the floor

In ghetto chords
The nettle hordes
They gather spores
We pat our foreheads
"More dead..." mantras shadow
Morbid tales
More bidding for forbidden grails
These ridden rails
And hidden gales
Are unbeknownst to kids in jail

I'm mixin' mail
And switchin' trails
For I have tasted death
It's stale
This wretched pail is kicked
The nail has pricked
Molested 'lest it tick

But switch one might
And leave gun fights
For others
Lessons learned at night
It is our right
To staunch this spite
Responsibility’s in sight
Our map’s a kite
Its string is bright
Ignore it
And it barks and bites

Between the tongue
I choose the path
Though wrathful scabbed and plagued with ash
The cash flow draws my feet towards plunder
Wonder why I wander so
Bashful thoughts impede down under
Thunder spies me ponder
Though

Through this blizzard held in chambers
Mangers harbor quiet notions
If my heart is open
Strangers may just point to lands and oceans
 
^tight work bro

something new for ya--2 verses of a new song im writing

promise ill prosper--in this game i got alot to offer
im off 'n on- mah block is gone-im movin on-the haul is long
im sayin fuck the gov the day im called upon
they tried to hold me down for long enough
im honest dawg im on the cuff-next step is bombin stuff
call that motha fucka up-tell 'im where we reppin is the durty S
home of the early best so put that shit to rest
im screamin 305 but they didnt wanna listen
im on a mission for a pot to piss in-thats where im sittin
and a bitch to put my dick in-fuck the 'notha otha stuff
the weathers rough so button up-fuck the lovey dovey shit
my click is killin dumies quick-a hundred split
im goin under kid-this game is locked down
you bitches barkin like a dog pound
im sayin fuck what ya thought now! i found that hot sound...



im stayin strong playin pawns the day my game is on
you know im gonna make it listen close
you motha fuckas goin comatose hold ya toast tight
the flows right im stackin butter til the day i die
so play me right-and youll be seein cash quick
my mind stretches like elastic to reach the last prick
and even if your ears are closed youre hearin what i say
dont ever give away the rights you have today
my word is bond-im burnin on-until the break a dawn
my words are resin stickin to you like a crackpipe
if you listen youll know how to act right
so get ya game tight before you're goin head to head
its realm kid listen what i said before ya dead
dont get caught up in a rude awakenin
im known for patience at this place im in
are you vacationin? i play to win-state the cause
fuck a fake applause im breakin jaws i take it all -Realm



Average Whiteboy said:
I'm tired of this bullshit, I want some god damn respect
How can the bank take five bucks out WHEN THEY ISSUED THE CHECK??!??!!?
They tell me, open an account and it's free
But it doesn't matter, I'll get hit with maintenance fees
And this is after the fact Uncle Sam hits my ass for tax
Chris Rock said it best, "That's a jack!"


Jumpin' on the hood and the roof of my Chrysler
Hyphy is how we get, it's like a new level of hyper

good shit man im feelin it
 
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nothing to be said, nothing can be done
I used to go by the name of jimmy the gun
the fund stacking, gun clacking, mead drinking dane
now its funny that my home town's always sunny and never rains
its the same lame brain painstaking monotony
that's gotten me fraught with the defense of democracy
I'm off to sleep, so say good night
and when you leave the room, turn off the light
 
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Tired of fakes and im checkin my mates
Runnin thru the streets, no sleep, on a race
Makin skrill a fast way so quick to make the fast pay
Save my change for bigger better thangs, til another day
See my alibi? It’s like a fish eye.
Meaning that it covers all the angles side to side
Keep my pride held high as my head and my mind
Keep my beats hittin streets and my vocals intertwined
In your belief, who holds the truth to bringing heat?
Caught up in a stuggle but you couldn’t handle me
Got ya waking up at night eyes wide shivering cold
Body quiver I deliver and coming to take your soul
Smoke a bowl to calm your mind another day
Realization will hit when I strike revenge will pay
I’m on a mission, so listen, I’m grantin all ya wishin
Taking over grounds, A-town, me and c-pimpin
 
Some weak ass dude
Tries to cop an attitude
Wants to come along and start a fued
Man, your shit is lame
You wanna get a name?
You're better off sellin' 'caine
And trying to gain some street fame
'Cause I can't be stopped like a truck with no brakes
You say you're makin' money? Dude, you're so fake
Don't contest, or your death will take place
You better make a run for it, hurry up, MAKE HASTE!
I'm just jokin', but I can see the fear in your eyes
Along For The Ride, I'll pull up along side
Of your Ford Pinto
Put four in your window
And you'll only see two things: clouds of burnt rubber and clouds of indo
But really, I don't like to go that far
But something must be done when clowns try to act hard
You runnin' through the streets with no sleep?
Sounds like you're geeked, put the dick down, quit fuckin with tweak
Son, you've never even taken over a school yard playground
You just got lyrically knocked out, do yourself a favor and stay down
 
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open the book and started flowin-hopin one day someone would notice
at points it seemed hopeless but we stayed focused and lasted like a locust
we said fuck the whole shit-we work togethor death do us part
my life is my art-my whole heart without this id fall apart
its all a deck a cards-im lost in the shuffle a big puzzle
stunned and troubled stood strong and hustled on the double
fuck the dumb shit-this game aint some fun shit
lose ya life quick-i might slip
i keep some tight grip through the righteous
rifle n palm my word is bond u heard it all
the path we chose-the laughs we know-we actually grow
its all the past i know-and now its all snow
a big haze-we in a big race with cats who trick skate
we ride high like doin chin ups my click has been rough
thru the thick n thin stuff i know its been tough

Just finished recording this song, PM me if you'd like to hear it.
 
nice work ya'll

To much to gamble, amble on.
Sing a song of life death beyond the grave under the pavement, chopped to pieces, stored in a basement.
Let's face it, makeshift face lifts fazed out famous joes.
Tazed from the toes up, blazed to a stump,
fake'n the mumps so I can stay home and chill.
Faded and still, work'n the fields, its real hot.
Blood clots and brain rot tames flocks with small pox vaccines laced with microchips that link your dopamine circuts to alien mind control machines.
I'm fine with Listerine and glycerin fissure'n my frontal lobe,
as long as I trip
and skip a beat to repeat the last chorus.
Like a florist I cut buds and ship'm to your sons and daughters to get them addicted.
To get'm lifted I'm script'n ten bottles of colonial ether for them to huff while I'm sippen it.
Through the thick and thin shifting winds we're not listening enough.
So on a hunch I munched nine caps at lunch, drank some punch, rolled a dutch, and went nuts.
Transmission cut.
peace
 
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Hate for you punk ass little bitches, which is
The very same reason that a dead body twitches
The last electrical current running thru ya spinal cord
Take a breath, look to ya left, average whiteboy on the floor
I keep my grind getting mine on the daily, fo real
yo man I did have to slang tha caine to make the bills
so just chill, I'm bout to lyrically assassinate this fucking queen
When I look into this faggots eyes I only see a fiend
Talk about fear in my eyes? you're mistaken, that's hate
Cuz it's way to late, I'm about to destroy your fate
At this rate you're going nowhere so let me just help you go there
.22 scrambles up ya brain ya hit the ground with a cold stare
Test my truth to try the limits, Im the real, bitch, not a gimmick
So don't talk down to me "Son", like a father I'ma mimick
Toss ya in the puget sound, throw it down, A-town
Never fuck around, leave your bitch ass 6 ft in the ground
Fuck a pinto, my chevy's heavy and packs a machette
are you ready? Hide and seek, dont run, I'll pull the lead G
Man I destroyed this sissy queer, Got him drowning in fear
took einstein 3 weeks to write a fucking comeback on here...
 
don't talk to me when I'm knockin peeps down on these streets
constantly I'm dropping things and mopping pee stains for four bucks an hour
freak out and devour cowards with masculinated chick power
flowers in our hair, pick up some acid on haight
think unstraight and debate the rate of our saving grace's decreasing speed
plant a seed and smoke speed to see the free thinking memes rip across the darkness
then spark this and depart unless you've got something to kick
stick to the plot, unfit to rot because we're so preserved
unsure, so we splurge to make out lives feel a bit more secure
word, short like a little kid
peace out ya'll, I'm about to go to bed
 
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