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the rhyme time battle or not thread (you want to step man?)

Originally Posted by Changed
captainballs be flamin' hotter than lava-
rhyme's is fruitier than purple strawberry guava.
spittin' about shit like bear-cum and tartar sauce
lines so harsh they cause conductive hearing loss-
more like cortical blindness when you readin' his diction
long term exposure causin' serious affliction
fuckin' you up like that Chernobyl disaster
only difference is- he fucks you like a pastor.
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You want to talk about fruit? Let's talk about bananas
Curved just right gets my prostate hammered

Then you might catch me riding in my sports car
Bear in the passenger side shitting in a jar

We got the top rolled back, german techno from the box
The problem with the Porsche? Can't fit enough cocks

But you know me I take the good with the bad
Boyfriend straight up looking like my dad
 
Tried to tell the shrink, he couldn't analyze it
Why I see a hairy chest and my dick: super size it
 
i leave deep cut abrasions on dj's in radio stations, leave the crowd baffled scratchin they heads; fuck the stolen generation, no patience,
heard from mc's that got they eyes closed like asians, cant see reality past them scrapbook pages,
i smoke three lines out of spirax a4 notebooks, incredible plutonic flows make up for my ugly looks, crazy hooks, i spit in your food like them press cooks, one day i got so horny i stuck my dick in a frozen chook
 
give me the mic back! i might rap or just talk. so i'll ask all the hatters to stand up and take a walk. open up the chalk box and bring your attention front and center. get ready for the new age we're all about to enter. drawing close to november, when the weather brings a chill. switch outgoing funds from AC to gas bills. amass scrill, to fund the revolution? naw payment comes in life blood free of toxic pollution. we've got this illusion that the use of resource is a discourse in the god given right of "white" people's recourse. reaction to the black men. slavery's more rampant right now than even back then! its a fact man; stop jackin the truth. the youth needs to know what it is ya'll do. lets see. create money from nothing. spend it on yachts and military supremacy. keeping senate seats, controlling the tv screens. the means to break the law and break your jaw for questioning. but i'm sensing a change. like Adam Smith's hand is reaching down to turn the page. don't have to smash the cage, just ascend through it. cause life in one view is just sub-atomic movement.
 
Lemme' continue the story where Mehm left off:
government's herdin' it's people like we eat from a trough
sedentary minds easily manipulated by the oppressors
it's about time we became the cerebral aggressors.
so-called knowledge can't be found in those books
the university system's run by filthy crooks
sellin' you five-hundred dollar text's is their idea of a deal
meanwhile you're strugglin' to scrape enough dough for a meal.
economic bailout offers five seconds of respite
next day the Dow down five-hundred points in a second
there goes your entire life savings that you dumped into stocks
probably build wealth better if you were suckin' on cocks
American life revolves around the idiot-box
media spreadin' their message faster'n small-pox
the moral of this story should be becoming quite clear:
avoid fallin' into a trap of apathy and repetition
make it your mission to stock-pile intellectual ammunition...
 
to many poems

piece it together, man made natural disaster
coming after your mind is pattern easily observed
so i'll splatter these memes on server to be heard
xanthine laden nerves on columbian black
ganja grown in the cali outback
blowin smack next to theravada monks
gettin geeked for weeks, about to be months
cause its crunch time and we need our minds lucid
you might call my relation to intoxicants abusive
its fused a few paths through through the blackness
reactive
out the box, punching cops, no they can't stop the massive
placid people get walked on and rocked son
pop guns and crop funds, its all about how we lastin
cashed in every last one of the chips
fasted by force by the uncaring rich
shit
that could be me or you
so lets breath and seek our own internal truths

for sure they're out of sight, to continue these O2 deprived rhymes
writing lines on the web, in this thread, with Changed on the farmstead
so know i've got some lead for the feds who want to lock us in camps and cut off our dreads
let it be a lesson
align neural fibers with constant repetition
wax on, wax off
spittin this ish is as a natural as a cough
...i've got a solution for these pollution causing mutants
they should smoke more pot :)
 
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this is quickly turning into a two man show,
doesn't bother me; we've got an air-tight flow,
so let me continue to weave this tapestry of our future
have you in stitches like a full frontal suture
crackin' your cranium with the dumbed down debates
Ron Paul should be the next President of the United States
in a common sense world that'd be the only possibility
problem is: intelligent US citizen's appear to practice invisibility.
 
well looky looky, some 16 year olds decided to play hookey

i thought we crushed this topic?-last time we did this the thread ended up in my pocket
mehm thinks hes the crem de la crem-!ahem!-i think you just coughed up some phlegm
looks like i found the new fight thread-i read one of lilc's lines and skipped right to the end

sorry fellow BL'ers-but your rhymes could have been written by hellen keller

helter skelter when the pigs come to melt ya-if you had more skill maybe psychedelicate woulda' felt ya
i cant believe they started a thread and didnt ask me to make an appearance
i guess i really am an asshole. period.
i'ts been a hot minute since we did the cliche'......."new battle thread! HOORAY!"
all apologies, i know some of you are trying-whats the saying? either get busy living or get busy dying?
-so get busy dying.-
please dont allow me to interrupt the natural order-im sorry you got wasted faster than a roll of quarters
 
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you mutha fuckers are clones
im the original
the prototype of the most psychotic individual
i use chinese philosophy to murder the case
the sound of one hand clappin is my gat in yo face
your foundation got cracks in the base like a dope fiend
chokin ya broken dreams in an electric smoke screen
puffin herb in the car while im strokin ya queen
jerking off while im laughin cuz my jokes are obscene
comin like a chain reaction, you're like mick jagger,
cant get no satisfaction
im murderous like david berkowitz, verbally hurtin this, throwin serpents at kids
im serious yo, no more lies
ill shoot your mom in the back and fuck the bullet hole till she dies
 
realm said:
well looky looky, some 16 year olds decided to play hookey

i thought we crushed this topic?-last time we did this the thread ended up in my pocket
mehm thinks hes the crem de la crem-!ahem!-i think you just coughed up some phlegm
looks like i found the new fight thread-i read one of lilc's lines and skipped right to the end

sorry fellow BL'ers-but your rhymes could have been written by hellen keller

helter skelter when the pigs come to melt ya-if you had more skill maybe psychedelicate woulda' felt ya
i cant believe they started a thread and didnt ask me to make an appearance
i guess i really am an asshole. period.
i'ts been a hot minute since we did the cliche'......."new battle thread! HOORAY!"
all apologies, i know some of you are trying-whats the saying? either get busy living or get busy dying?
-so get busy dying.-
please dont allow me to interrupt the natural order-im sorry you got wasted faster than a roll of quarters
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realm: your shit is elementary, it makes no sense
best sit back n' watch while I quickly dissect
line by line your near-rhyming pile of trash
omitting your errors like a swiftly swung dash.
grammarian approach to the way I write my rhymes
I'm not from the streets but I still commit crimes
like- offending your diction and exposing it as fiction,
slandering your vocabulary well within my jurisdiction.
no wonder you got no invite to this lyrical soiree
your rhymes rockier than the Flaminian Way
google that shit if your knowledge is meager
I'm already excelling as a Major Leaguer
batting one-thousand while you still swing at a tee
my cerebral lexicon deeper than the Adriatic Sea.
rhyming about people-melting-pigs- what the fuck is that?
drag my shoes 'cross your face like a welcoming mat.
you've got nothing on Helen Keller: that bitch could read-
you're still stumbling over your A-B-C's.
 
So you wanted to fuck with the king? Let's forget the past

Listen watson this shit is elementary-my structure is flawless
Were you too blitzed to decipher what it was meant to be?
Double helixes twist my rhymes like a barber's maypole
You're like crystal meth-that garbage was made slow
you're a pig-a butcher slabbed it-i dont eat pork i kicked the habit
your syllables are killable-where the fuck did you learn to flow?
dont even speak about my dicktion-do me a favor and listen
your mind was too small for my lines to fit in
changed is the next flamer-a failed emcee turned painter
first of all here's 4 letters for you rufus-K.eep I.t S.imple S.tupid
 
Young CB got the block on smash
Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass
Fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags
Put the Ewings on the truck 'for I drop the rag
Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past
It's legendary in the hood how I got my cash
I'm legendary in the hood so I got the mag
And I've never been a fronter so I've got to blast

Will I flash... Not...
As I'm Not...
playing with you motherfuckers the laughter stops when the casket drops
You bastards not gon' assassinate the name I got (Y'all don't hear me though)

Young CB got the block on smash
And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash
Everybody want drama with the top of the brass
'Til I come through hop out the cab
1-8-7 they ass


Young CB got the game in a frenzy
5,000 posts all independently
So when you mention me
Make sure you got together your similes
Like "he's the Bluelight's J.F.Kennedy"
I started out I ain't have no chimney
My ma was Santa Claus, well at least she pretended to be
'Til one night, well that's if memory serves me correct I caught her under
the Christmas tree

Young CB ain't have no pops
Thank God man I had the block (Ya'll don't hear me though)

You young fucks got the game all wrong
This is my life man this ain't no song

You ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
In that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out

At the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself
You American Pie, stop feeling yourself
You just a worker, go deal yourself
Stop being a server, get a meal yourself

Where your heart at, all that yick-yack, ain't nobody scared of your gats - We got bigger ones

How many bluelighters done shot at me shivering
They were so scared they ain't hit me once
Young CB 'bout to go to the range
'Bout to work on perfecting my aim (y'all don't hear me though)
 
but you do hear this
we seem to have a collection of bonafied lyricists
so i'm steering this tip back on the attack
ya'll might get your bank accounts in the black if you just stopped rhyming and started smoking crack
i'm talking big sacks with with white rocks..probably the best thing you can do to try and improve your hip-hop
so get gone with that glass bong and pick up the Brillo pipe
and the next time you try to rhyme, people might think you're tight
i'll call it a night
or morning, the weather's warning
its unseasonably early for this valley snow that's forming
and adorning glory to the boring commute
i love it when it snows, its like god pushed mute
and blocked out the city sounds
only mounds of frozen water
to draw my attention to the higher assention
that we're all one, my sons and daughters
 
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continuing Mehm's theme...

Natural observances are the most pure form of meditation
shit'll get you higher than the national aeronautics and space administration
sit back and relax as your thoughts flow by like a river
opposite of gettin' you drunk- like cirrhosis of the liver
black out your prejudices and preconceived notions
shit'll make you balanced like affirmative action promotions
watch the breath and observe it's natural measure
meditation'll have you buzzin' with orgiastic pleasure
full lotus or in a chair, it doesn't really matter
shit'll have you hearin' other-worldly chatter
the challenge is to block this internal discourse,
harder to resist than the Earth's gravitational force
once you master the technique I've herein described
no longer will enlightenment be heavily circumscribed.
 
so sit back and focus in lotus?
invoke emotive propulsion to notice the motives
the host of this post apocalyptic preponderance
just squandered his last 10 cents on some condoms
demonic intoxicants fondle the box we're in
pawn off the noxious wind, its time for some oxygen
knock out the knot we're in and follow intent
every minute loving life is time well spent
so please send this sense of self fulfillment
to every pill taken in this whole building
its like a mill filling my brain with grain
still i keep thinking that everything's great
so can you relate to this raved out jadder?
or at the very least, can you bum me a paper?
cause i need to roll up my sorrows and burn it
tomorrow is worth it
today is perfect
 
My words are non-fiction, opposite of the McCain campaign
Or even Obama for that matter
I say fuck all the political chitter-chatter
Because bullshit prevails while I just get madder
The depressed get sadder, the poor continue to get shit on
Funny feeling, might wake up tomorrow to learn our money isn't worth the paper that we print it on
Wait a minute, I didn't vote for a bailout, this is lunacy
$700 billion to some crackers, while drugs and guns ruin my community
When I'm caught breaking the law they throw my ass jail
While congolmerates bleed us dry and live exceptionally well
It's like the depths of hell, being behind trying to get ahead
Gotta find a come up, and erase all the stress on my head
Damn near impossible, seems like not enough time or money
Friends become strangers, times are funny
Yeah, okay I'm voting for Obama, even though I ride with Ralph Nader
Because independents have no chance to win it all like the '08 Oakland Raiders
And I just can't pass up the chance to vote for a black guy
To piss off conservative bastards who plot, scheme and tell black lies
To protect their bottom line, 'cause really that's all the election is about
A bunch of rich fucks voting for whoever will keep them from turning their pockets out
Ask me to analyze these last eight years, it's simple, just listen
It's the corporate world getting back what they lost in tax under Bill Clinton

Just something I threw together 'cause I was bored. I'm not really satisfied with it, but fuck it. It's not a battle either, just some things I've been thinking of.
 
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