yo i have a life but not no ones in it/ been through so much sh*t i cant believe it/ evrybody hating cuz ive done it/ no money in life/ but i got pride/ no ni**az on the left no bit*hes on the right/ i cant sleep at night/ thinkin about the next day/ im i gonna b died or alive/ im so confused i wat do i need/ do i wonna be a drug dealer sellin weed/ or a thug fightin on the street/ while ma heart bleedz/ i cant breathe/ bullet shot in ma chest and ma leg/ cant move ma head is still/ 1 breath 2 breaths 3 im dead/ for real
Originally posted by nukethreat
i need your opinions
Yo, this cat wants to hear my opinion
He's probably expecting me and my minions
To bow down in worship, or something along those lines
Son, you say "nuke" a lot, but you never even fired a nine
And you put slashes/randomly/everywhere in your/rhyme
If you could call it that, it hardly even fits together
Reading that shit was like putting a puzzle together,
Whatever the weather, you'll still be bound to convention as if by a tether
Telling somebody they about to be blown up is so cliche
I'd blow myself up if everybody did it your way
You sound like you're battling something, but you use a chorus
You sound like a schizo, yelling, "why does everyone abhor us?"
Only with lower level vocabulary, like a 3rd grader playing too much GTA
Tried to keep it secret from your mother, but you just gave it away
Or maybe your problem is that you just need to get out more
They call it a message board, but it ain't supposed to be such a bore
Now I've taught you a lesson and destroyed you all at once
So I think I'll just leave you alone, wearing a hat labeled "dunce"
My bad for thinkin' i can post some of my written rhymes/
didn't know this was a battle thread wit Darth raven killin' wit lines/
that are so bad the smell of it is what kills em/
like bags of rotten eggs, they make you gag whenever you hear them/
you must have learning disabilities if reading is like solving a puzzle/
how do u read your own rhymes when the time comes to tussle/
ok im fifteen i got plenty of time to improve my vocab/
u probably 36 typing on the computer in rehab/
If somethin was cliche everyone would be sayin it/
yeah your vocabs good thats also why your mentle daughter's spayin it/
You really suck at reading i never said "nuke" once in my rhymes/
I can tell you got yourself brain dead from doin' to many stunts back in your time/
And I've probably heald more gats then you remember im paki/
It stands for pakistan if thats what your slow mind is tryin to ask me/
whats the difference between blowin up an mc and destroyin em/
you a hipocrit and the shit u spit is gonna get YOU employed,(hmph) when/
see if my rhymes are truly boring you wont respond back/
how can you respond back when your on dope,ice,and crack/
i can tell your on drugs just by reading your raps/
if you could call it that,that and your fake ass metabolic act/
thinkin' your bout to unleash your inner beast/
see im bout to feast on this piece of raw meat/
seek a worthy MC,one thats on your level/
you don't deserve to listen to rap so go back to heavy metal/
listen I can sing u want to here it hear it go listen u got that fat botty with them tight jeans tight jeans me and my crew is goin to set it down for u got that fat botty and use a cutie baby I'm Ne-yo u can see me threw th screens I can in the dressed like a cutie with my rames with my rames know how I roll yeah cutie what's yo name well its more to that holla back at me homie bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I'm not a lyricist or freestyler and you'll see why, lol. I'll say it right now, Im not good. I love to listen to rap but I never write. But i still figured I'd give it a shot, why not. And this wasn't prewritten or anything. I thought i'd type it as i went along, so.
Ok, Check it...
Comin' thru, like a runaway night train,
It's tha, Fistofthe North, takin' no shorts,
So you better spit 'cha game right, mein,
Rhymin' on tha KMC forums, wit no chorus,
Shinin' on heads like a Solstice, so recognize like you know this.
Heads like to stir sh** shit up like intestines, trying to test Fist.
Then cry when I leave 'em mentally breathless.
They chestless, just like their girly bestfriends,
Ey essy, I love when cats say,
"There's the Fistothe north, cuz.
Make sure he ignores us,
the last time he tore us, a new one."
Ey yo, I'm thru son..
haha
Carbon 15s, Aks and Mac 11s/
I'm about to spend all these wack rappers up to heaven/
Cause, Inspectah Deck makes the tec go brrrrnng/
So when I'm on the mic I like to do my thing/
Got a whole squadron of goonies, they all carry patonies/
4 magazines, 5 rounds, and you got a whole crew of dummies/
I won many battles, and over came many obstacles/
They say I'm a mixture of MF and Deck/
Come through on your block and the whole shit is wrecked/
But don't assume, I very educational/
Therefore breaking someones jaw would be called physical/
😛
A GUN IS LIKE A BOMB,SECONDS TILL BLAST
GOT PEOPLE RUNNING IN SLOW MOTION,THEIR MIND MOVING FAST
DISPERSING WHILE CURSING LEGS 10 TO THE DOZEN
WHILE THE MAN WITH GUN IS ON HIS OWN BUZZIN
IN A ZONE ALONE,HES SITTING ON HIS THRONE
FEDS ON THE BLOCK ONE POP AND HES GONE
ON THIN ICE THE CRACKS ARE STARTING TO APPEAR
HIS DAD LOOKS ON WHILE HIS MOM SHEADS A TEAR
LIVING IN DA GHETTO ITS A LEASON TO LEARN
GOT PEOPLE LIVING ON THE EDGE QUEING UP FOR THEIR TURN
TO DIE OR BE AN ADDICT SELLING THEIR SOUL
SLOWLY GETTIN BURIED BUT STILL DIGGIN THEIR HOLE
DESPERATION IS SURROUNDING LIKE A HUNTER ON PREY
COMING FOR THE KILL AND FEELING NO WAY
THEY'VE CHOSE THEIR PATH NOW PAYING THE PRICE
ANOTHER DEAD END IN THE MAZE WE CALL LIFE
This isnt a rap song, but I wrote this a little while ago while I was like sick and delirous. That always makes a song more interesting.
Midnights past
People seem distant
The glass is full
Or is it just empty
I don’t know
Maybe you could tell me
Words can’t describe
The way I see you
Missed you today
Wish I could be you
Wonder where, all of my sense has gone?
People say
I don’t belong here
Sometimes they say
I’m too depressing
Or they think
I’ve got no emotions
Do you remember
The time that we laid
And looked at the stars
It seemed so
Precious a moment
Wonder what you thought about it
Bottle lid
Where did the can go?
Brains feel numb
Is that normal?
Wonder where, all of my sense has gone?
People say
I don’t belong here
Sometimes they say
I’m too depressing
Or they think
I’ve got no emotions
You can tell me if I suck, or you can be a little nice and just tell me ways I can improve. And I cant think of a name for it, any suggestions?