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[quiimari 10+ year member]

Originally posted by Gauntlet ^^ That was pretty tight, I'm feelin it a lot.....here's a non battle verse of mine

 

The strongest grip on reality will exist in the clutch of imagery

So goals and dreams should be high with a slight touch of symmetry

Let disruptive divinity be key until a piece of the soul deceases

Away into a mirror universe where peace as a whole decreases

And full increases of wisdom must be injected to rulers in vain

Admonish the anonymous till they're respected and blue in the face

As the truest gauge of strength is ascending unsurmounted steps

Resulting in no literal progress because truth is found in jest

So surrounded by death and violence, silence is aural pleasure

Now to cope with problems ******* becomes a normal measure

But this stormy weather has flooded out all the pathways to take

And now vampires even agree to meet halfway with the stake

I gasp at the hate that brandishly branded us with deformities

So war is shooting the cannons abandoned in famines of authorty

Now i'm stranded in conformity, but i'm really not a fan of fear

I'd rather be pumping lead into the foreheads of my granite peers

But the man in the mirror is no longer me, my face has foiled me

Thus this urn makes me yearn for the slightest taste of loyalty

'Cause the snakes in royalty conspire with liars for hideous schemes

And the underworld of anarchy is blind to the oblivious kings

Hence living to dream results with your mind being torn from sanity

So dream to live because the truth of reality is born in fantasy

wow man, that was truly amazing. To tell the truth i am quite speechless, you are quite talented gauntlet. That was impressive.

 

[Audio N00B 10+ year member]

Wow, talent Gauntlet.

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

Thanks a lot guys, I appreciate it...here's another..

I'm searching for truth, traversing the whispers in wonderment

Recovered from youth, but still nursing the blisters of government

Betrayal ecnompasses reality, so im stuck dreaming of treason

Seeing the demon in my mirror portrayed as being a heathen

So lost in this loss of reason, my soul has become sheer fiction

Living in this comfortable casket sadly full of fear and conviction

Crying tears of wisdom with futile hopes to drown the wizardry

Listening to Satan preaching lies to cope the with the sound of misery

Becoming brainwashed, finding truth to be ignorance as bliss

Following the crowd to avoid the slight signifigance of risk

Its like trying to weather the tides while tied to the dock in typhoons

Stuck in ageless labor, carving myself in white chalk to hide wounds

Trying to regain vision, but left with dilated eyes of glass

Looking for the horizon but it's faded in the guise of black

I catch myself from third eye blind - silhouette of a dead man walking

Bottled up an homage to honesty, left stalking instead of talking

Time to kill this plague, progress towards a form of prosperity

Inject innocence until my breath is worn and torn from the clarity

Because it's imperative to be impartial until you're suspended in gravity

Then fight to the death with the lowly defendants of tragedy

Angels gets their wings when men refuse to die in complacency

So I will live eternally, only dying when the sky has no vacancy

Because people only look ugly when wearing an empty mask for sin

And the spirit is only fiction when the soul has collapsed within

I've got quite a few other ones, but they are longer.....if you want to read them, just ask.

 

[Audio N00B 10+ year member]

Again, a very nice verse! How many you got written out?!?

To Jerstud:

Nothing against Jer.. just a verse to pass time

You ain't bling, you faker then your "platinum" ring

Little good boy hangin' around with the police like Sting

Don't ever see the victory - it's done when you don't breathe

You really think you'd blind me with a lyrical disguise ?

Identical characteristics when compared to those despised

I'm a certified emcee killer, fast homicide - the work of a master

Sightings of me will leave you paralyzed, like death's workin' faster

Your unlucky, usually I don't deal with small children

Flows will come hard like and javelin that'll stab you in the abdomen

Comin' after me will leave your *** outlined in white chalk

Obviously, what I am isn't what you even thought

Bring all your boys, I got my artillary strapped

Contemplatin' your formations, I'm waitin' with my attack

The life in which you live is soon to die

Watch me dissolve it like bacteria sanitized

Not quite on the level of Gauntlet, but it helps pass time

Edit: lol re-reading over my verse and i noticed 2 mistakes on the third bar it was supposed to rhyme but i forgot about it and the 9th bar it should say "like a javelin"

 

[quiimari 10+ year member]

Originally posted by Audio N00B  

Not quite on the level of Gauntlet, but it helps pass time

not bad though, keep it up. Gauntlet has proven he's the "legendary rhyme spitta"

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

I've got quite a lot....here's a long one I wrote when I was having some problems with an ex lady friend of mine.....if you actually read it all, more power to you //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/wink.gif.608e3ea05f1a9f98611af0861652f8fb.gif

As I endlessly gaze at the horizon, staring at insecurity

The jaded bliss of your beauty is glaring with the purity

The golden locks of hair, flowing and floating whimsically

As your inner-truth is steadily growing intrinsically

Immortalized in yesteryear, your beauty lies in memories

For when I picture you now it's as if you died senselessly

Please don't let this be the last farewell scrawled on stone

Lost with the ancient letters of love still carved on my bones

The future is far from home, but it has to bask in your image

This bond must be everlasting, even if it lacks the vintage

I gaze in the mirror, finding your face painted on my heart

With searing tears leaving your skin tainted in scars

It makes my undying love for you grow past the infinity

As if the diamonds in your eyes act as a mask for divinity

The truth of this is, you make me want to be a better person

Somehow our souls are connected, just like letters in cursive

Alas, the fabric of our lives was a carefully-sewn quilt ripped

Where everytime we venture off it feels more like a guilt trip

Suddenly the nights together transformed into loneliness

I'm sorry, Miss, to demean you but this home is felonious

Similar to a prison cell, these caged bars resemble your fingers

Grasping the electric chair, but getting enveloped in splinters

All those times I tried to call you, what happend to the messages?

Maybe you threw them away, giving in to passive agressiveness

The lesson is to escape from the haunting grips of the feminine

Before they **** out all your insides, leaving the skin on skeleton

You're definitely not a heroine, so it was poison you injected

Laughing at my endless misery, seeking joys in the eclectic

Trying to tip-toe through life while stumbling on earthquakes

Searching for the home without you to find a humbling birthplace

But i'm left staring at the grave, with the whimpering cries of macabre

Living this life to define irony, but slowly dying in the karma

Look at the presence of the present, my soul is ready to erupt in flames

As heavy influxes of pain steadily carve bloodlust as your name

Which makes being with you tonight more like gazing at a starless sky

Getting lost in chaos, then viewing life through a martyr's eyes

Envisioning death through the arrows shot from Cupid's sling

Slowly realizing that the Grim Reaper stemmed from a lucid dream

And as the blood curdles in my veins, it takes the shape of molten lava

As unbearable pains of death make me pray for the Holy Father

You're not a diamond in the rough, simply bringing breath to amethysts

But living in your image is like fighting to the death with pacifists

Perhaps this is a sign, to move past splendors of what was meant to be

So i'm no longer stuck asking the bartender to tender me endlessly

You have my empathy, but my future is somewhere near the horizon

So when your soul is full of regrets; let your tears disguise them

And as sands pass through the hourglass, life with you seems scary

Because everytime we stare in the mirror I see my face in an obituary

So f*ck you.

 

[Audio N00B 10+ year member]

Lol I read it.. but I didn't read it as a rap (if that's what you intended it to be), but my mind was reading in a poetic-type voice.. you know what I mean?

Last 3 words get your point across pretty well //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/biggrin.gif.d71a5d36fcbab170f2364c9f2e3946cb.gif

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

Originally posted by Audio N00B Lol I read it.. but I didn't read it as a rap (if that's what you intended it to be), but my mind was reading in a poetic-type voice.. you know what I mean?

 

Last 3 words get your point across pretty well //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/biggrin.gif.d71a5d36fcbab170f2364c9f2e3946cb.gif

Yeah...that's what I intended it to be...the only time I ever write my rhymes as actual rap is when i'm battling.

 

[quiimari 10+ year member]

either way it reads well... poetry and rap are very similiar, nice work gauntlet... do you have anymore???

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

I've got lots.....here's one of my storytelling pieces....about a warrior in medieval times trying to start a revolution....

I'm back from the dead, after years of weaponry warfare

Once thought of the renaissance, but senselessy go nowhere

This despair is disappointing, i'm too fatigued from the journey

But I must stand up and run bleeding, from the gurney

Once lost wandering in echoes, but revived by resurrection

Despots on the throne, time to apply the insurrection

Corrupt feudal systems, trying to control the economy

Selfish men become hellbent, here's a full-on lobotomy

Men with two faces rule, snakes slither through royalty

As King's hire deception as the baby-sitter for loyalty

Women live with witchcraft, getting ***** by fathers

As the home slowly erodes to a place for slaughter

Children stuck in classes, where lies are a mask for death

A brainwashed society, looks like i'm the last one left

I'm not gonna stand for it, time to disrupt the tyranny

Poised for battle, sword in hand - an influx of those fearin me

Grab my confidant, with his stealth we'll surely perservere

It's clear he'll be resurrected again and hired as a pistoleer

Storm up to the castle, the revolution is within our grasp

Blood on the palms, dead bodies around - we grin and laugh

Drop the drawbridge, draw the dagger, then head for the King

Slice and dice the guards, they slowly bled from the seams

It's an unsettling scene, but this war is a must for survival

Fight through the night, slaying until the dusk's arrival

The sun awakes from slumber, making the crimson glisten

Time to overthrow the ruler, rebuild from within the system

Take the throne, establish a democracy, make the pheasants equal

Restore courage to cowards, give 'em a humble sense of ego

Look at my right-hand man, without him this was impossible

The two of us together make a pair that's simply unstoppable

Peace was restored to the land, propserity is inevitable

Dead are the dictators with the dexterity of a vegetable

We sit on the throne, with pride in what we achieved

The future is full of splendor, and the past has died in greed

 

[quiimari 10+ year member]

They seem to only get better, thats one of the best ones yet. I see you play golf... nice.... writer/golfer thats the ultimate combination. whats your handicap?

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

Originally posted by quiimari They seem to only get better, thats one of the best ones yet. I see you play golf... nice.... writer/golfer thats the ultimate combination. whats your handicap?

Back when I actually played on a regular basis it was around 8....but I work so much now that I barely get a chance to play. The last 18 holes I played (par 72) I shot 86. //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/frown.gif.a3531fa0534503350665a1e957861287.gif

 

[quiimari 10+ year member]

whatever you do... dont ever give it up, its a great game...//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/smile.gif.1ebc41e1811405b213edfc4622c41e27.gif

 

[nswartley 5,000+ posts]

86 was my best score ever on a par 71.....im usually lower 90s when i play //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/cool.gif.3bcaf8f141236c00f8044d07150e34f7.gif i dont play much anymore tho. used to play a lot more

-nate

 

[nswartley 5,000+ posts]

Originally posted by RangerMan Everytime I come around your city...wait already taken

Big Pimpin spendin...wait someone has that

Slob on my nob, like corn on the cob, lay on the bed and...shit

 

You wonder where all these rappers get there rhymes from??? Hehehe

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Originally posted by Brock forget what ya heard...

da shocker pimp right here is gonna drop it like a turd...

just like the stank that came straight from a bird...

my rhymes **** so bad you say "thats obsurd"

LOL i just had to bring these 2 up from the dead on page 1 //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/wink.gif.608e3ea05f1a9f98611af0861652f8fb.gif

-nate