Topic: excerpts from your rhyme book
- Jul 31, 2007 03:01pm by phism
verses that, for whatever reason, probably won't see the light of day, that you never put to a beat, never finished, inexplicably ignore, or maybe just don't like.
i'm only posting this for selfish reasons, because i write shit when i'm bored (i.e. the midnight-8am shift) that nobody will really ever see because i don't rap.
i know you've got some throwaways. same goes to you graffiti writers with blackbook pieces that'll never get thrown up.
Once upon a time, when life was just a dream,
before people wore their heaters through their restless sleep
I blessed a beat from a double bed of needles, now I'm pressed to breathe
with an eveready bellow from a chest of steam
so best believe, that's how i produce the hot spit,
and spew the toxic fluency talk quick through your optics.
Cruisin in my truancy cockpit,
Bruisin the rocks quick with the noxious fluid from a Nubian stock tip
I got you open like a lock pick, keep my people closer than a hop skip
and jump from me, so what you niggas want from me?
Typically, I charge a listener a lump for these,
but I can break you off a chunk for free, and I brought company
to put you in the trunk tied up with duct tape
make your kicks live up to their Nike Dunks name
with your feet steeped deep in concrete, you weep
enemies flee me like weak sheep do beasts
I got joints like a millipede, to fill the building with as many feet
Illin' like Billy Dee with the C, O, L, & T, feeling me?
Silly with the lingo like Ringo. Let them things go like jingos.
My opponents go lily when I bring those obscene flows
and make a filly turn chilly when I breathe close 'cause she knows.
Tiger Beat said I'm a dreamboat,
then People Magazine said that I'm The Most..
but hopefully flows from me
will teach the seeds like BDP from '86 to '93
or even crack shells like DDT, if it means we can be free
CDC can see i'm sick with the plague like I'm slick with a blade,
blood letting.
Flow like a flood spreading that said "Fuck levees, I'm not done wetting."
What if the hurricane's not letting up?
Would the drama-setting thugs steady bust at the feddy gov?
like Sitting Bull with a ready gun aiming at Custer
like a dread I-man blokk buck shots dem a suffer
Babylon dem collapse, and I stay strapped with more raps
than the A got snaps and the Bay got slaps
Longevity like Toots & the Maytals stay
Strong, tethered to my to my roots everyday all day long
Moonstomp through with my boots & my braces on
Get your brain thrown off if you're rainbow soft
Never say my name, don't talk.
Brothers half-steppin though the Kane told em stop.
I'm insane - No, I'm not
All I can say is that I flow like if Drano could talk.
- Jul 31, 2007 04:57pm by MilkDrop - http://milkisrhyming.blogspot.com/
www.myspace.com/soulofmycity
www.myspace.com/soulproviderscrew Location: First City, KS
i was wondering when/if a thread like this would ever come up.
here's a couple 16's i haven't got around to recording from a year ago or so.
so many writtens i've deleted and created fresh folders,
don't even need the best beats just give me the left overs,
i'm death toning the way that i kill mics,
Milk w/ enough substance to spill twice,
and still be hovering over the brim,
get em drunk off the rhythm flows no sobering binge,
bc this is for the present that's why i call it a gift,
and the gist is,
i've polished my skills now i'm the sickest w/ spit,
i aim at streets w/ acidic phlem just to see that it hits,
like dropping a penny off the Empire i start small
but the end is a brick,
sailing quick how i create waves made em send for a ship,
didn't set to but now i'm sonning cats like i'm bending eclipse,
rendered on records to flex and submit,
verses for your lives so you remember that this,
is all that were given when we're living at once,
i tip my hat like a wizard and take scissors to dunce,
dump what it simple while i'm driven to lunch,
paint words w/ each surge w/o ever being given a brush....
i'm too hungry to be mad gotta settle my stomach,
these cats got bezzles soft as rose petals are fronting,
turned myself into the most act writer w/ no beats,
bring that slow heat gotta mold the release,
still i cant answer calls like machines,
but my soul gives a beep,
i got fire like seeds i once sold in the streets,
but to sell records i gotta play my role like i'm
still known in the streets,
hip hop is dying well the orderly's here,
filling i.v.'s till once again the form is revered,
and i can say that the substance is back,
now that my rhymebooks are put to use'stead of touching my pack,
bc i live what's taken for granted i'm granite stone,
so pass the word quick if you can hand the phone,
MD's real sign me you wont land a clone,
ready to ex-pand in droves the land i roam,
fill souls w/ anxiousness and panic domes....
i'm like a book here to open your mind,
so i hope i can design words to focus your eyes,
i've been down the road you know i'm forceful w/ rides,
i chose a path separate from where the fork it decides,
my fate never so i went off the street,
no songs to preach i teach w/ verses so the off can breathe,
this world is my cause to make music why i toss a beat,
been a minute so some think ya boy's lost his heat,
please i keep rhymebooks tucked away that would make
your roster scream,
not the boss but geez i keep the proper means,
i'm the Doctor here to diagnose how to lock your dreams,
keep it hot like springs bling nah but i bring costly speech,
no words slurred comprehension straight to 3rd eye,
vision never blurry never waste or curse lines,
cold nahi'm frozen been known to burst pipes....
- Jul 31, 2007 05:38pm by grassnasty Location: overland park
w00t, nice drops 🙂
you know i hardly sleep unless you say goodnight to me//
the fight to be a tight emcee is strife without my wife to be//
my life, it seems, is twice as nice, now that you're here//
it dont matter what i write cause my sound is sincere//
its clear to me now and i will never look back//
without you, all my colors get faded to black//
ive debated this fact, i dont pray to the sky//
but thank god for every red light we hit in my ride//
all wishes aside, i want the best for you//
no matter what, even if packin up is what i have to do//
i used to laugh at dudes who spilt their guts like this//
but most of those fools were tryna fuck some chick//
but this is more than that, the fuckin source of rap//
you made the richest man alive outta the poorest sap//
i wont hold you back, im here to push you forward//
the thought of you not reachin ya goals is fuckin torture//
everytime you smile, you pull another rabbit out ya hat//
in fact, thats why i call you magic//
love is irratic and never set in stone//
but times are changin so i set mine in chrome//
it says in plain english you'll never be alone//
as long as theres some breath in my chest, you'll have a home//
im been known to fall fast, call it curse//
but i call it a blessin that i fell for you first//
and i could write a hundred songs to the beat of your heart//
you made my life so bright that i can read in the dark//
it seems what we have is too good to be true//
but im not goin anywhere, girl, ill never leave you//
- Jul 31, 2007 07:32pm by swayzorbladez - www.myspace.com/swayzorspitsbladez
i don't like litering
but i'll dispose of a whole season of felicity
tell the loud one to listen
fuck atkins
i'd rather make smokin butter my weight loss system
do it well dwell on felt death every time i inhale a swelled breath
toar between steam and a boarded door the horde will score more is more
but whatever clever lever you pushed now pray to lord whose on vacation till 4
whoever put till 4 in the wrong drawer will hear my roar
will hear my roar
with all that crap trash rapped up
so much bullshit if it was stacked up
it would reach the castle of count dracula
attached to ya flippin beats with a spatula
words reacting scuds watch em to blastin ya
fasion huh? you can take that fascist rap shit with your fat tits little bitch
watch your back jacket
hacking slash like rune halls of valhalla
called doomed balla's in balaclava's
wound stalling to see the falling of all that was calling my name
