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The New Rhymes

Yeah that's a great idea. This thread probably gets the most traffic in the forum, so it makes sense. I'm thinking we might have to lose one or two of the other stickies though, as it gets cluttered if there are too many, and leaves less space for current threads.
 
yo thanks wordy!


crept quick down memory lane im walkin---hauntin dreams
its all in the scheme tho---its a no go
so roll quick hold spliffs to roll with
pullin punches-still locked in dungeons-livin on precussion
the sound a feet and nuckles-keeps my hooked
like junkies to a buckle-
im locked up trapped in a cage of thought
ragin til i woke up and fought-no longer a man
a zombie stranded in the sand without a plan
down in the panhandle of hell they stranded me well
its all swamps all the bets were called off
militia men with guns and daggers-crooked smiles
past the swagger and im shook for miles
single file for a while but im still in a rage
feelin every movement i make like a snake
right away my mind collapsed into a black hole
no thoughts react though its all snow
 
"down in the panhandle of hell they stranded me well"
^cool line

the fog settles into my mental landscape
eyelids tired, feels like wires pull them shut
the slave chained tight to his elemental subsistence
what is this? another business of blood.
just a mother crying, son dying for a cause
its implausible how these thoughtful free market thinkers tinker with lives
pollute the water with cancer and push wholesale healthcare on the side
the bright light is just coming from the microscope
a dope addict once told me
then he put a dull needle in his arm and vanished
we're fat as fuck but act like we're famished
so we ravage the third world for some extra income
get her done, then deny it
with all this advanced laser surgery, i don't see why we're blinded
so left minded, straight on the outside
but masks lie
and we all die someday
 
the clock ticks, its sick
how it revolves and never gets off shift
you gotta be swift, and never be off drifting
to another zone
because time waits for no one
compare this to the mintues to pay on your cell phone
not one moment to be wreckless
no time, thats why most of my phone calls are 30 seconds
i keep it moving, get the skootin,
like a crossin gaurd with an uzi
I make you dance in your pants till your belt buckle loosens
like, your uncle does when hes grubbed too much food
dont mean to be rude but dude i got moves to do
id be screwed
sittin around waiting for you, debating with fueds
only leads to a compromise with hate residue
i gotta work, alot of focusness
i know its fun, but time flies when your drunk and being dumb
i realize this, cuz im an mc
i may be white but you wont find me on the set of the oc
oh me?
nah nobody ever told me
that if you wanted something to fight for it
cuz it doesnt come free
i learned that on my own
the burn scars are shown
and now im full grown to one day have kids of my own


thats about halfway through that ;) ill tease you now.
 
sick, I can't stick to a plot
so I spit the same ish on every tick of the clock
yo I'm rippin the top of this spliff and sparkin it
no marketing, just a farce and a wing to fly on
uncharted ions in other real worlds
underage girls and fundamentalist mantra
gotcha
the hopi's chosen one
smoking dope with spirits, nearly fearless
she walks through this world alone
searching for clones of herself to battle
then she finds herself entangled with seven strange men
chops off their hands and proclaims shame on them
time and again I'm mining illusion
but all I find are refined delusions
so I use them to construct an objective reality
exist in it, in a state of elation and malady
fallacy? fuck it. its something to love
I say live your life and give lots of hugs
 
You just point to a new star.
I'll follow you there.
I'll follow anywhere.

Christian_Soldier.

Did you ever #WONDER what became of Lover George?
 
Fat stacks of doe , it’s a product of work
Fat sacks of dro, it’s a product of work
Getting mass hoes, it’s a product of work
Any man messing make a pimp go bezerk

It’s all about making greenbacks, getting stacks, picking up the slack
If I get jacked best believe I gets a coward back
Slanging sacks, moving on up in the food chain
Rude mayne, Bitch ass homie thank he in a dude gang
Im bout to have a mood swang, bout to let my nuts hang
Bout to let my fist hit someones jaw and leave them stunning bang
Bout to let the guns sang and speed all through the valley
Take a victim from the ally take the unknown to the woods
Fuck a hood, Im a ruthless whiteboy and I might deploy
Several shots of hot dots rippin thru ya chest, boy
Deep into the nest where you find eternal rest, void
The fact the you might crack and get a gat to make ya life noid

Consider this a blessin, I’m just messin, don’t be stressing
When In question, Some obsessions, grow straight out of your profession
Stayin dressin like a pimp in his prime time, mind games
Never passing up a great change when the time came
Rhyme never plain get stranger new plans
Reiterate the fact that I am that muffin man
Meetin up with all my doughboys, 615 brewery lane
This Where we go boy, produce swap, do our thang
Chillin dodge Neon, no answerin yo weed gone
mobbin down the road real slow they wonder what is he on?
Vicious like a german shepherd, Fast as a 6 legged leopard
Quick to sting ya like the salt and then come burn ya like the pepper


Check out the new song "Product of work" and tell me what u think please =D
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemusic.cfm?bandID=528120
 
don't really know, so I'll just rhyme a bit
time to throw a fit and forget my troubles
like bursting bubbles, I'm pill popping
dropping oxycontin often until I'm pale like cotton
nodding off but coughing like crazy
I'm basically 5'8" and two inches
that's just how the universe made me
lately...I've been in a bit of a rut
like my mind is stuck in a glut
so I cut to the chase and blaze it
see how blessed I am and thank it
its done and debated
like a blanket
this topic's covered.
 
yo along for the ride, sweet song!

that is a killer beat (and flow too), did ya'll write it?
 
grippin grain switchin lanes bring the pain
we hittin bitches up ridin to the club
every night im gettin love and feelin up
we get down so throw ya bets down
and keep ya head down hurd what i said now?
time to bounce back i got an ounce bagged
smokin good stash it never lasts
one blunt-oh neva that-youll get clapped
we get trashed attempt to hold the lead back
i said that best to get back before ya slip back
ill make ya ribs crack grab ya bitch and hit that
domestic violence eye to eye your the first to hide
im high and dry up in the chevy n im ready
for all the bullshit u wanna pull
i pull clips when u wanna pull im marchin like a bull
your all a tool first to act a fool ya gettin schooled

first verse of a new track
 
Yea man we wrote it. All our work is original. Made straight out of my livingroom and garage. I make the beats and me and my buddy flow on em. Im the one you hear in the chorus saying "Fat stacks of Doe It's a Product of work..." Thanks for the compliments though, I like to hear my stuff is appreciated.
 
dumb luck, its fuckin obvious
green pills down the hatch till I've got an ungodly itch
so we broadly bitch about the rotting shit in the cess pool of life
messed up in the head and chalk full of strife
so give it a try, its easy quit
...if you think you can rip out a chunk of your own hair....
striped bare and destroy the ego
"you better watch out man"
ya, we know..
 
This work shit
has got me down everyday-
At the end of the week
my fucking bills still aren't even paid.
Wednesday comes around
I can't even buy a 40,
to help me drowned out
all these goddamned fuckin worries.

I push em aside
take a little pill that will help-
that shit wears off
i'm feelin' worse about myself.
Nothing I can do
keeps me at the top
I'm slidin' down that ladda
of cor-por-ate america.

I bite my lip
I take it all in stride
One of these days
before I fucking die,
I'll have it all figure out
for both you and me baby.
No one else, no one else can save me.

Got no insurance
accidents will happen-
someone's gonna sue
and the judgement's made against you.
You're workin check to check,
they want to reliquish all your assets.
Come and get it- take it all
my whole life i've just been
workin for tomorrow.

But tomorrow never comes
it's just one long endless day
The sun still hasn't shined-
not a fucking glimmer towards my way.
I'll keep my head raised high
maybe just for you
you need to know I'm strong
What'd ya think I did before you?
 
Mehm said:
don't really know, so I'll just rhyme a bit
time to throw a fit and forget my troubles
like bursting bubbles, I'm pill popping
dropping oxycontin often until I'm pale like cotton
nodding off but coughing like crazy
I'm basically 5'8" and two inches
that's just how the universe made me
lately...I've been in a bit of a rut
like my mind is stuck in a glut
so I cut to the chase and blaze it
see how blessed I am and thank it
its done and debated
like a blanket
this topic's covered.

Love the positive push of this.
 
New shit

Never been a hating ass stuntin ass bitch
Never was a flodging ass fronting ass bitch
Used to be a weed fiending money hoping ass nigga
Now Im riding green white hood rich figure
Haters see me balling they all swallowin they pride
Jury observe me slouch in court aint got nothing to hide
Haters wanna shine wanna take my precious timeshare
Aint no help in Dgame fuck with skrill you wont breathe air
Aint a care in this world but homies fam blunt skrill my girl
No child in my file as skrills style twists and twirls
I know homies in high places where haters faces will erases
On a basis never been a racist I just need to face this
Make this into sex intercourse from heaven sent
To hell I meant to tell you I could smell you and your skunky stench
Well the haters see me jock grindin blocking balla status
Rockin new era hats new shoes and styling are my habits
Babbage weed will not exceed my needs Im rollin with the best
Im blessed with the finest connects like legos found the treasure chest
And rest assured Im coming thru running town making drops
To them small time middlemen that money hungry copin oz’s
Im coppin HP’s and Lbs.
Never a need to stop Im coppin 2 or 3
Make a G or 3 to pay my billz and still deposit skrilla
Got a bank account for tanks and more bank if I have to kill ya
Millimeter aka an alias the heater
Some times know street sweeper
Creeper from the valley chill in allies please to meet ya
Get in too damn deep and take a mother fucking seat a
Beat ya to a pulp orange fucking juice
Something sacrificial like a cult but aint no rucker juice
Spruced with a cruc spray aimed at the head point blank
Range turn ya brain swiss cheese dead Over dank

This is for you haters, hate me now, you’ll love me later
Knew I was a player down to be a boss, make paper
Saw a window of opportunity and jumped before it closed
Got a girl who just broke thru to me and I stopped dating hoes
Now the homies getting mad, say its bad, just a fad
Im sorry to say but to this day I never been this glad
Never had a dad Im glad it turned me into a stronger man
Always lookin clean and fresh while poppin rubber bands
Back to hater topic lemme take a sec to rock it
Cop it bag it chill it smoke it sell it and restock it
nothing like a forest fire just to raise the spirit
Light the lighter hit the bong pull the carb clear it
Something like the outer space, never getting near it
Smack the biter, tend the dong, apologies don’t wanna hear it
See the pimp hand raise gaze your best to fear it
Bend it over all access pass to gear it up and rear it
Seared up like some shrimp, dressin like a pimp
See me red tux, while you fucks is tux rent
What I meant is that I own this shit so please just go back home
Step back to the plate when you arent acting 8, fully grown
Threw the stone in the water for reaction
Pushing out plenty of herbal supplement for satisfaction
Relaxin, mackin on my bitch
Jackin ass haters get the fucking killswitch
This fo real snitches, lying ass bitches
Out to steal my biz cuz you see just how a pimp lives
Riches and habits expensive living lavish
Found a loophole crawling thru like some rabbits
 
it took bizzy years to admit he was molested
it took me 2 months, im over it and i been tested
had my uncle arrested for something something domestic
so fuck the rest kid-im in my corner alone
askin for change a popeyes bone-im starvin
plus every cop knows im a target
waitin to pop me while im wakin up lethargic
this is far from ova with load a clip
hold ya shit-hopin i dont miss is hopeless
like watchin world trade explosions
or takin 2 shots of heroin before ya vicodin dosage
beware of dog its signed and posted
STAY THE FUCK OUT-one step and ya toasted
this track is like a toast to a blunt
glorifies death, uncles who molest-what a stunt
only thing i missed was the press and dont front
ya boys can take drugs-but never know when to pay up
aint a friend a mine if he cant keep his weight up
hes outta luck-2 weeks and im pullin ya paystub
i kick ass and take names-when money's involved they all the same same
"its all for the fame" types wont survive game night
 
damn..poignant flow realm. thank you for sharing.

nothing's right and something's definitely wrong
my bong broke then I choked on this song last night and died broke
we find hope in the open range. Or in a cage, wipped, forced to fuck on stage
so fuck this phase of humanity's insanity, I just want to feel safe
but the media sends seductive messages, like I was a white house page
outrage and break your fist, punching a wall of shit, thick with the dead dreams of overweight americans
screams apparent and
didn't North Korea just get a nuclear weapon?
 
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yo thanks mehm.

here's some new shit.

on a personal note-my pop's his own man
personality wasnt cast from stone, fam
in life there's no plan its all sand


one size fits all assembly lines like brick walls
filled with pitfalls and missed calls
just stand tall never let ya hands fall
when u caught off guard u catch a right hook
left jab and sometimes even a friends foot
be very wary-look scary like dirty harry
days end fast but come quick life flies
you gotta love it-gotta cherish every second of it
some people aaint feelin the peace talk
so played thinkin "he's soft" ill knock that smile clean off
leave you bitches gaspin for air
cant even be askin for air
motha fuckas trapped in despair
you think you the heir to the throne
just leave it alone-ya sound like you're singin a poem
im bringin it home-know that its on
locked loaded and strong-all a you pawns
opened and closed-im so evil
i keep you hopin for foes
nobody knows-so long as i grow
im reapin all i can sew
be careful what you ask of a man
personality wasnt cast from stone, fam
 
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write raps into the air, don't care who hears em
no fear for words when they hit your ear, they're perfect
steer at the curb, spliff burns your jeans
murdering these flows like they're all worthless things
its surfacing, the penetrating silence
enclosed in violence, so where's the messiahs?
fuck a beat just fight it
1
2
3
4
now fellas just bounce right out the door
yo girlies bend down and touch the floor
and shake that booty cause I want some more
yo, 1 2 3 4
the flow is impeded, the fields ain't seeded
the tractors done broke, and my bank account's been deleted
what bank account's been deleted?
you live on the floor, smoke crack and get weeded
shit, I can see it now
DEA gets a clue and rolls on my house
finds 50 pounds and charges me with an ounce

yeah, I lucked out, what can I say :)
 
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