yes, for fun though.
yes, for fun though.
Ah ok
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Im that supernova Recruit Troopa Soulja,
Takin out Brutes as Huge as Boulders
Lol ah shit
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@Truth Iscariot
a bit of the sith lord's devil sorcery issues a lyrical rebel force to rip you
this sleeping beauty Truth will be rudely awakened with metal swords betwixt dude's head & torso tissue
your team said they swore to protect you
but your seven dwarf jujitsu just isn't enough, so metaphors be with you
you won't touch this like i got nettle thorns equipped to
every letter coarse and diss-proof, your spits too hella boring to sit through
i wish i never read that horrible shit, Truth,
try to settle the score? just quit you'll be dead before you submit new
feculance toward this thread, cuz your lyrics are better aborted than misused
they're vet-abhorred, I never met a more weak ex-cuse
for a creation, an escaped mental patient that fled the ward to sniff glue
he's not just misled or poor with scripts, you
can bet land lords evict Truth cuz he can't afford to rent the doors of igloos
and you wouldn't see sick/sea-sick Truth if you had him sent aboard a ship cruise
you got an ego that can eclipse moons, i reckon it threatens the orbit of neptune
i'll stir the shit stew, but I'll let you lick the shit spoon
the same way you tend to get on floors and lick shoes
you spit shine 'em, that's the only way people will kick your shit but the nerve
of this insolent herb, people would otherwise kick your shit to the curb
P.S. I think the above might sound harsh but i'm not seriously dissing you, goodluck if you respond
Last edited by Onceawhile; March 14th, 2015 at 02:59 PM
Ugh
I'm just chewing on rhymes until i'm depleted
Hundreds of views but none of em choose to feed this
Due to a disagreement but i don't need it
I'm still a straight genius behemoth elitist
don't like it then file a grievance, pile your reasons
While you in denial i'ma defile your steezes
Some senile as geezers, old concepts appease you
Stale as fuck don't break the mold in this contest
You excel or don't make the cut for the conquest
Take a deep breath, exhale, just think success to self
Impressed to death by wealth, invest your best in sales
accept the debt entailed, respect the vet who's helped
Last edited by Venom; March 14th, 2015 at 06:47 PM
Put the pedal to the metal cuz i don't settle for less
My level progressed so don't mettle with a rebel unless
You incredible with vicious vernacular that'll oppress
People posting poetic versus posing as immursive
Boasting Intellectual purpose but can't scathe the surface
of rap with the crap they create with their mental circuits
I'm trapped as an imperfect person with nervous circus clowns
who let they're curruption and perversion deeply divert them
from seeking a workin open mic, keep on circle jerkin
Welcome to rap battles dot com the inactive version
Now act deserving of awards and glorifcation more
Ain't shit been restored, just mortification simply ignored...
Last edited by Venom; March 14th, 2015 at 09:08 PM
Then why not fight to restore it? Obviously you've grown bored with the state things
As have i, but we tackle the problem differently. Hate taints the way
You approach - encroaching on all whether they suck or their dope
Oh, fuck that line I just wrote. I forgot no-one is dope here
Were hopelessly writing rhymes while sliting our throats here
While certain emcees like 143 shit over our scope, Here
Let me go first after Venom, y'all are obviously broken. Fear
Ain't for the likes of me I fight mightily fuck the reason for war
Warriors get excited for battle because their born raw. I explore
The battlefield like land minds couldn't get me. Walking to the battlefront unarmed like a goddamn hippie
It's simply shown how gently thrown your punches are
I'm 67 Camano status you're a Beatle - a bitches car
Where's Lindsey Lohan? Probably snorting lines of coke
My lines are dope like scarface diving in the fishscale to float...
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I feel like my sober lines weren't Ill enough to mobilize
The feelings I vocalize from your cerebrum though mine
Our energies intertwined - impervious to space & time
All ties viewed through our third eyes no longer blinded by lies
I surmise it has much to do with my broadened scope
I cannot boast in hopes you won't see the flaws in this testament wrote
As I traveled the coast. Inspiration invoked by the harmonious waves way below
My plane blowing smoke - could it be a damaged wing?
Icarus in flames along the golden horizon soul claimed by Poseidon
I smolder in the ocean reminiscent of viking kings
These are the images my writing brings - demons slain mightily
By penned irony. In the Epic of downfall
I'll swing swords violently
A drunken samurai hammered from rye sobbing silently
From the death of his clan - decimated by Ronin from Western lands
They flanked like guerrillas despite our plans
Designed to bring an upper hand - it turns out God's is higher
All but I burned in the pyre of the False Lords Ire
I fire, the rolled tobacco in honor of those who were kin to me
Souls which don't just simply wash from
Memory
Or Vanish instantly the moment you wish it to be
No, these faces stick with me - my brothers in war, our fallen infantry
In part I'm torn. Are these visions anything more than hallucinations
Or am I Astral projecting from meditation - that would be cause for celebration
Then these writings aren't rambling - they're historical narration
A source of vindication from those who repute the information through interrogation
Gluing me to the hot seat. They are caused unrest by my constant hip hopping
And plan to stop me through legislative measures stomping
The Rap constitution. Fuck your conclusions there's no noise pollution
I'm just aiming to stack a fortune towards restitution
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believe it, i can make the paper bleed with
an ink pen to cleverly sever down my genius
mentally urging to cut it out like a deranged surgeon
purging the negative of this plain i remain certain
Serotonin honing through my body to produce moaning
knowing it time to kick back with the flow when
i encountered a wall of some sort,
trust me its right there.
solid, straight, curvy barricades of ideas.
hard to change but its possible with the right gear.
look, right here abstract thoughts to transcendence.
the walls no longer exist as i twist this arcane dimension
into a far plane of concepts n rock sets like hendrix
fist of the north star explosions the pen hits the paper,
next we fly through with karma sutra transformer positions
saving the world on a savior mission
blazing this is just the first session
passed the acid test, so whats next
stick to weed n mushrooms the nature that grows blessed.
MoistPuss'Smoother than smooth
You know. You know. Cause when you know, you know. You Know.
The mind without a brain\i/
These Bar Tactics Take Hard Practice..You Biin A Hater...
I Spit'em Greater, Punches Do Ya Like Car Crashes......
You'll Need A Defibrillator...To Keep The Heart Active...
The Verse Lethal..Can Hurt People In Large Masses.......
If You Examine This & Observe The Rhyme In Topic...
You Can Really Get To Know God When You "Die A Gnostic"...
You Should Plan To Duck Me...I'm A Savage Trust Me....SKRAP?...
My Aim Never "Miss For Chins" I Guess My Hands Is Lucky...
I Spit With A Hell Of A Skill...Huntin Ya Dogs Like Cruella D'ville...
Fire Duh Caps Like I'm Tryna Stick Your Head Ina Grill...
Im a demon, screaming from the other side, from eden region to turn the tide
Im a seething heathen on a mythical ride, Im the reason, legion finally arrived
full of scheming treason on wings I glide, spent an eon sleeping and multiplied
we formed a gleaming beacon well fortified, my foes beaten ,weaken crumble inside
we left the deacon preaching mortified, witness freemen pleading for there lives
there was bleeding streaming from there eyes, my completion, deletion of there kind
white wings eaten sweeten the prize, the graves deepen secretion IM STILL ALIVE.....
Ayo,
Weed ain't a Gateway, It's a road to major rest,
Set the Bowl on Cruise control, Take'er for a test.
Next thing you'll know,,, Danger left, And peace settled.
No Beef being peddled. Just Smoke, Eat, Sleep..
Then partake, in a Wake ~n~ Bake special.
Are you really from EdenOriginally Posted by TeLePaThY
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yes
Which state? Haha
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