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when i drink i wanna write

under the tree, singin a song
hittin my bong,
gettin along, with everyone around,
notta sound, from the blood hound,
altho the ground may astound the lost and the found.

my words make make little sense,
but they're worth the money payed to my parents,
just a ryhme, in time to save me from the crime of sellin a dime,
kind of sublime, but that comes with the area,
hilaria, meanwhile laughing beyond belief,
kind of a relief, to see the good grief of charlie brown,
ione day ill live downtown, just before i see my woman in a wedding gown.

jus freestlin as i go, for i must show,
everything i know, and what i dont see,
its what i believe, and why i can relive
the pain, driving me insane,
cuz im so busy, that makes me fizzy and dizzy,
pisses me off, so i scoff the trough.

if you understand words, you'll be touched,
uncrutchced from the things that you hurt,
picked of of the dirt toi see the light,
deliverd from fright, oh what a sight.
remember as i am now, drunk as a skunk,
who woulda thunk, i coulda ryhmed all this junk.

i always said rap is crap, and tap on my lap,
is the way to wear your cap, but i cant get past,
the way i finshed all the last, im totally gassed,
time for bed, rest my head, no more thought,
as if i was shot, need my sleep fopr tomorrow,
release my sorrow, begin the good times again,
like a chicken to a hen, i must come out of my den,
this is THE END.
 
in the calm of the night
wind blows but seems so smoothe
mixed emotions + thoughts
so i havent a clue what to do
take a deep gasp of air
exhale slowly with no worry
im living for todays moment
so growing up, im in no hurry
down comes the flurries
white blankets cover the ground
im almost completely happy
when im not hearing a sound
except my rage of thoughts
spreading like plauges and leave you lost
eating away my ego,
im not a zero, im the boss
but i dont own a company
but no need for you to front me
i wouldnt say my road was bad
but sure enough, was hella bumpy
but like that would stop me
developing my own style
new flavors to savor
say your prayer, cause man im wild
acting like a child, but feeling like a man
success and emotional blyss
is my wish and only plan
maybe too drunk to stand
trying to fight you with one hand
if my personailities could merge
id have the urge to start a band
doing the drums and the bass
backup and the lyrics
fuck it i'll play as the auidence
when im dead the evil spirits
but they gotta fear us
generatiion something of a new kind
thoughts perceived different
i think ive developed kind of a new mind
welcome to a new time
and things will never be the same
a world of mary jane
its not being differnet now its being plain
its blending in like camo
no more g shit and extra ammo
out with the rambo
now in life see how far u can go
noting to do but advance
place your bets and take a chance
more to me then my rugged pants
smiling face and playing free lance
any team, enter my never ending dream
never stop with the bullshit
when handling a bottle of beam
life it seems, consist of havoc
occasional bad habbit
why this violence on this easter
ill teach her, u fuckin bad rabbit
the microphone i grab it
full force is what we bringin'
more emotional then funerals
with them choir kids singing
does this have meaning
its like im dreaming with eyes open
never can keep what i love
and i wish i was just jokin'
leaving you open, like a can
and i got a plan,
only advice, fuck big brother and the man,
goverment taxes, making sure no one relaxes
try holding this apple
whille im steadily throwing axes, receiving faxes
that say damon your off the chain
personality pleaser, life of leisure
just wanna maintain
destroy your mainframe, damages alternative routes,
stomping in my boots, u need to call in more troops
cause i take out 2 at a time
at least i do in my mind
love is a dream and i cant sleep
or just one fucked up seek and find
words scrambled, like u repeated the shit i rambled,
obsene outburst, not the worst, its just a sample
u might be trampled, though im not the biggest of guys
off top, you need to stop, sick of witnessing these lies
look in my eyes, love sick, cant tell me shit
and you'd be in route for stiches
if you bitches felt half this shit
about to quit, about to start, about to blow
this is only a preview, read the review about my show
the damon reece flow, kahki crease, and mean dro
just about sick of it all, my call, its gettin old
trying to be bold, at the same time conservetive
repeat this shit after me, dont act like u aint heard of it
i get absurd with shit, pouring rain when i spit,
louisville slugger bats, no gaks, so we need no clips
cashing in chips, in vegas, living like playaz
no remorse for weak whores, to the floor i knock these haterz
balling like lakers, are you a giver or a taker,
a fine young unexplainable, uncontainable girl, fuck lets make her
or maybe its a reprint, or just the fact that we bent
or we are just two of a kind, keep in mind that we need scent,
we need passion, like how i demand without asking, its a cross country
race, you wont place, cause your not lasting, me im blasting, past you
at light speed, i live my life to be happy, not to just supply what
you need, full of greed, you selfish, someone please help us...please help us

this is old as fuck. around the time of these others. this thread is old too.
~damoN~
 
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Damn, Damon i didn't know you had your very own customized thread!!! Na but for real, this nigga can come up with ton's of shit when he's tweeked out. When this motherfucker has been up for a week he will freestyle a whole hell of alot better when wacked out.

Keep goin damon, just stumbled upon this shit.
 
fuck you steve :P

tearing me apart, sleeve carrying my heart, wishing i couldve seen this, in the very start, not very smart, so i became attached, while she kept hiding, a heart that remained latched, locked up, without a chance to find the key, warm for a second, but then shed keep reminding me, shes cold and froze over, geeze, i fold the shows over, im tired of never winning, tired of never grinning, she lost all the desire in the begining, now its ending, right about the same time, without nothing different, but her tattoo and my changed mind, changed person, did i progress or did i worsen, it hurts she wasnt who i thought, im telling you it hurts man, words cant, describe how i feel inside, something died, besides my silly pride, feeling high, shed tell me how good i am, silly lie, but id try and i would again, should i win, shes not, and proubly never will, she made a choice, not thinking what he thought or feeled, gave me what was delt, now i should proubly deal, a new hand, a new plan, a new man, still just a blue man FUCK YOUR LADY LUCK
 
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i dont wanna think
i dont wanna dream
i dont wanna blink
i dont wanna scream
i dont wanna talk
i dont wanna hear
i dont wanna walk
i dont wanna fear

i just wanna sit
i just wanna zone
i just wanna bitch
i just wanna home
i just wanna feel
i just wanna love
i just wanna deal
i just wanna hug

i dont need your words
i dont need your lies
i dont need your herbs
i dont need your highs
i dont need your smile
i dont need your act
i dont need you now
and i dont want you back[/B​
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whether i like it or not
you know its true

hide my pride,
hunger for a touch
that makes me feel alive
hide my pride
i just hide my pride

biting my tounge, for a night full of fun
then shes biting my tounge, invitin' me to cum
shes liking the son, of satin, plus shes impatient
ready 4 relatin', no debate'n ,
if she gon give it im a take it,
be a little rough with it
like my intentions were to break it
she cant fake it
i can feel it
but that dont change the past
but lets forget that fore we kill it

i thought i could be, by your side
never thought id see, all of it die X2

wish i could say, thru it all i tried
reminising on the day, and what you saw in a lie

i just couldnt get the puzzle pieces,
in place; secure
dreaded on the out of reaches
out of place; unsure
unaware that her short dark hair
would turn to love/hate
till i dont wanna park there
parked scared
and she got rear ended
sparks flared
what she said, she sure meant it
past is past,
what cant last is just that
left me trashed
where i was hoping to adjust back
where trust lacked
you can guess where it was made up
give it a thrust smack
3 hours we was laid up
make-up
impossible
your a boss bitch
so there aint no bossing ya

rope slipped
and i couldnt tie you down
so just strip
whats the use of trying now
 
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ive got lots in the works...i like poetry better then writng rap, cause i can just freestyle dumb shit easier. i like my shit to be a lil deeper.
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Keep it up damon - you can definitely do both. Your poetry has some of the breath and rip of rap, and your rap has a poetic edge... but on the other hand, why draw a line between the two? ;)
 
see im a midwest junglist
and basically we run this
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I fucking love these lines for some reason. The whole 'self-elevation' thing is a tough trick to pull (you've got to hang on to humility IMO), but this is just golden.

By the way, maybe you and UnSquare should hook up and collaborate? ;) Geography might get in the way, but then... why should it?
 
my style is no style...id hate to be narrowed down to a few corny lines and some sharp drunk slurs...i write how i feel somedays..whats in my head..i really have no concern what people will think of it...cause i dont write for people to see...i write to write...and its cool to put them down on a space like this...cause i dont run around asking people to read my anti- logic, sucidial , number 2 pencil; with a swagger, and a bible...

sometimes i listen to beats and just stare at a blank piece of paper, or sometimes just sit in silence, and write nothing for 2 hours...but it gets my wheels turning...i hate words...they will be the death of me, or a rebirth..

i think im gonna get my head together for the next six months...work 50 hours like i have been..stack some money...spend a lil money on some more recording shit...

im gonna be gettin together some cold cuts like subway soon...throwing down on the ones and twos (tables) ...ive been doin this thang for years...4-5 to be exact..and i do NOT wanna play out at some club or place unless i got some shit thats gonna blow people away...like DAMN.. "did you hear that cut?!, and that background is ugggh....ugggh...damn i know this, he's throwing down some shit, " i love just rawking out in the tralior 5 12s 2 decks..computer connected..

I GOT 2 TURNTABLES AND A MICROPHONE BITCH

:)

i need a beer.
~damoN~
 
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one, two, step
with a little bit of snap music
sleepless grind
while they try to link packs to us
tracks truest
when zoning or liquored up
theres facts to this
give me a zone and a mixing cup
watch me mix it up
trouble when it bubbles
and i can fix you up
ask about my doubles
cause round here we slash prices
your numbers go up, before down
like gas prices
and i think thats why they like us
oh i think she likes me
and oh i think i like sluts
slight blush, gives me a laugh
dinner with the devil
and he gives a track
gettin me back
for dirt i thought was old news
one night grindin in new jay's
and they old shoes
yeah im so true
tell a lie i just can't
but i run with lots of sinners
i dont trust saints
just faint
cause i told you not to hold your breath
much bank
but wont quit till i know im set

bumpin my muzik
 
parasitic to depths undiscovered
with a smirk of a sad clown
denys denial right dead in the face
with a life so flat, this world cant be round
never staying sound asleep
as if he drives a big rig for days restless
mind cant seem to keep it under fifty five
missing the inbetweens doing ninety and excess
but he doesnt worry about what the fuck people think
but still manages to let her get his best
his emotions to her are nothing but toys
to be played with, in exchange for sex
does he fight addictions, or just like perscriptions
he knows he misses his father
he's equipped with the potential to take off in flight
but a chemical imbalance has convinced him why bother
proud to bite off more then he can chew
but hates when its too much to swallow
still convinced he will make it through
im 22, and this bottle is hollow



i have so fuckin much goin on in my head and not to mention my life. i hate and love all of it. i dont know what to think of things and dont wanna admit the things i know. i wanna scream but id hate to hear myself, and its too fucking loud when i remain quiet.

i just wanna know how im doing.
i just wanna hear its not ok.
i just wanna hurt myself for hurting.
i just wanna believe its all ok.

now im nothing.
 
murder ink, like it ain't shit, to kill a bic, freestyles by the bucket, and im spilling it, and im feeling it, drip drop: make this rift stop, heart racing like a clock, till my tick stops, miss stops, on a tarc, thru my timeline, and its dark, so gimme the light when you find time, i find pine, that sticks like gorrila glue, im just lucky in kentucky, man im telling you, plus it sells in blue, dark or lime green, so give it a spark, inhale, and let your mind free, nevermind me, im short screws but got nuts, 2 tables a mic , and yeah i got cuts, like a slasher, on his last words, or that guy who wont drive, until he gets smashed first.

find beauty, in this ugly duckling, you haterz keep hating, but your girl would fuck me, im like fuck me, my mind is looping, cross fader leave me lost later, (OK IM RELOADED) , and we shooting, roll film, hold up cut, show them, whats the hold up fuck, raise curtain, dim the lights, we was never here to act, so here film some fights, uncensored; give it to you raw, 1-800-cheap-work , just call, you love the handoff, i love the assist, you love peter pan rocks, i love them bricks,

taking me serious? im just making me delerious, reverse happy thoughts, to make me furious, fast foward, trying to get past poor, hard with George W. Bush; and his gas war, thats for, upperclass and politicians, and im just trying to make my supper last, from fall till christmas,

whos missing over seas? who has relations in the white house? NO ONE PLEASE

fuck bush, fuck push, fuck shove, fuck iraq; there and back, and fuck love, fuck hugs, fuck thugs, fuck drugs, basshead, and i cant get enough subs, fuck clubs, fuck trends, fuck all your not enoughs, and could have beens, fuck sins, fuck thoughts, kick rocks, fuck you what you heard, and you can get cops, get lost, or get your shit tossed, slick boss, and you aint even worth my spit hoss, split like a swisher, or your girl might just get dick on her kisser, fuck his/her, fuck opinions, fuck what you heard, and fuck your last minutes

fuck fuck, damn damn,

bitch get stuck, im son of sam

even worse im my daddys youngest

he aint with me anymore, so ill glady RUN THIS

wtf im so bored. just drinkin and writing on this lovely sat. morning. holla back at me people.



~damoN~
 
damon, i feel just what your sayin,
i used to que the dread bass
fire the herb and keep tha
heads bangin-
cutin tha crossfader till it bleeds,
givin them trainspottas jus wut
they need-
keepin tha floor up on their
feet, and keepin your name real
on tha street-
make them not know how to act
when that snare keeps spittin back-
make a scene that should saw,
then just like a dentist
leave em all droolin and starin like, aww.
 
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yeah i leave em in awww...mouth open like the dentist...then leave em like novicane..comfortably numb and finished...like guisness..records to break...while bringin in a break beat...mixes be tighter...without a lighter i can make heat...make streets talk...while mainstream gets chalked...outlined like victims, are you with em?,(no) then lets talk...walk with me, talk with me, bring a guitar and rock with me, its all in good fun, but im drunk...so put a sock in me.

goodnite. ~damoN~
 
another one

aight..so i keep bringin this old ass thread back. but fuck it. i can :). no one is objecting so im a post a few more ive done within the past few months.

lifes a risk, and sometimes u gotta take chances, but ive failed so many times, and still dont know what this dance is, u expect me, with 2 left feet, to tango with this lame hoe, who cant respect me, u better get your mind right, thoughts straight, and your actions active, i cant get no satisfaction, but im still laughing, blacking out, when the hollow black label hits the table, im moving like a train, but spinnin like a tornando, gourmet flow, i eat beats, and tweek freaks, get em out their flip flops to lick lock, then sleep for weeks, speak discrect, but to a few ill speak sweet, other then that im sour, and if you still like me, then more power, everyones laughing, but i dont see what the big joke is, i was twistin pine, hittin lines, commiting crimes, fore what you knew what coke is, FOCUS!, attention defficet, so teach the lesson quick, but i got too many questions, so im doubtful your message sticks...im out this bitch

 
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