MC Darth's Illa Tight Lyrical!

Well, since we have a poetry forum now, I figured I'd contribute my two cents and serve some dope poetry to the good folks of KMC forums shock

Don't expect too much, if I was any good at this I'd be getting paid for it 😉

This is a little ditty titled... ****, I don't have a title. Well, here it is anyways.

I'm not a believer in God, nor in Satan
**** that shit, it's all in your imagination
Imaginary beings which scare you into believing the lies of ya nation
Used by the Christians to do to the Muslims as the Bolivians
Did to Che Guevara, hunt them down, blow 'em into oblivion
Hypocritical priests who judge everything on appearance
And make demonicize Shinto principals of perseverence
Buddha and Gandhi become Satanists in their minds
Deny science, and all the evidence Darwinians find
Like microscopic organisms which preceded us all
And will continue to exist after humanity's fall
The way they devoid the Bill of Rights, the one about free speach
Maybe it's because science is just beyond their reach
But back on topic: all of the above is why I hate religion
Write it down and speak about it, like Moses in the Bible I'm rippin'
'Cos what I say is the truth, I'm a sinner, not a liar
Devil worship is not taught by an Islamic prayer crier
But Christian hypocrites are the spawn of Satan
Like Catholic priests, with the little boys that they rapin'
So listen to my rhyme, 'cos you'll find that this I ain't fakin'

clapping Slammin' rhymes Dawg pimp You have a good vocab level.

Heh. I liked that one.. And I agree.

👆 great stuff Nivek.

I want more *pout* fab

Hmm... I'm working on some more, just be patient, these things take time 😉

Another funky fresh verse, hot off the grill and ready to serve! msn-oh

I have no idea where this came from. I just thought of it off the top of my head last night... Funny how this inspiration thing works... Ah well, enjoy. dj

You know what they say, the times they are a changin’
Spin it up, drop it down, and **** yes I’m playa hatin’
‘Cuz my ears are plugged up with so many fake MC’s
I’m about to explode radially, yes 360 degrees
You call yourselves funky, y’all punk cats will pay
I rip the norm like computers back in Y2K
I don’t drop it like it’s hot, I drop it with a shotgun
Spit it violently, like a rancor havin’ fun
I avoid bad puns ‘til I’ve outrun and undone
The competition, smash it like the Berlin Wall
And still obliterate boredom, like the Burly Brawl
They all tell me to chill, to just breathe easy
But how can I, when shit has gotten so greasy