st8 spittin

[jemorgan85 10+ year member]

Throughout these simple years our lives have been digested

Swallowed up in the acid, what good is waking up after getting rested?

Undeniable describes sorrow in the hearts of history

We've seen so much war, even Sun Tzu can't tactize this killing spree

We should all go back to the honor of the past

When battles were a thing of beauty, no hold barred with respect, alas

Given up on the sacred astrological phenom that controls

Study the zodiac in your mind, perseverance was the assailant of the olds

Fold you hands together around this mic, tell your story

Then cast a spell over the audience, let them unfold the glory

You can tell a tale of the time of your past life

Conjure thoughts of a romance set in ancient Greece, a princess full of strife

The beauty of the past can never come back to us

But we can always imagine ourselves, while caught in the ruckus

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

Darkness enveloping with no sparks developing

Black cloak wrapped around me like a package with cellophane

Now I'd settle for a half-life similar to Atom

Before Eve trapped in a stasis that's criminal for bad men

There's a better place in sight if Edgar Cayce's right

Waiting to reincarnate is a beggar's greatest plight

I can still be famous and haunt men til the end of time

Death is just a jaunt but when present I'm still sublime

If life is but a dream then I'm awoken from slumber

After provoking thunder wondering if I'll be smoking down under

Cause in a choice between the Pearly Gates, world of fakes

I'd surely ache to taste tongues of flame, the same unfurled by drakes

Just to see if there's a Satan or a demon Beelzebub

With screams and squeals of love that make me fiend for deals in blood

See if my dick could still get hard I'd have to spray the clouds with urine

Doubts stay current sin-ce I wiped my *** with the Shroud of Turin

Wait, what the hell am I saying? Lucifer's trying to tempt me

Trapped and feeling empty hopin' there's time to circumvent greed

Heaven sent seeds of doubt formed in the place my brain sat

During life but this is death no more breath to leave on stained glass

 

[PV Audio 5,000+ posts]

sell them to loyd banks, wtf
u're stupid as f*

um have u heard his rhymes? with gauntlet's lines, he may become at least semi-decent. his words (can't even call them lines) are mumbled at the same time.

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/confused.gif.e820e0216602db4765798ac39d28caa9.gif Of all people, why Lloyd Banks?

 

[PV Audio 5,000+ posts]

//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/confused.gif.e820e0216602db4765798ac39d28caa9.gif Of all people, why Lloyd Banks?

well no one who tries to rap decent ly (key word, tries, akaa ying yang and lil jon dont count) has much trouble making good lines like lloyd banks.

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

His album sucked, but you're crazy if you think he can't write dope lines when he wants to.

 

[PV Audio 5,000+ posts]

His album sucked, but you're crazy if you think he can't write dope lines when he wants to.

when he WANTS to. because he CAN, but doesn't. someone give him some lines so he can just rap them. cause these days, lines dont sell, so he doesnt make them.

 

[PV Audio 5,000+ posts]

http://www.billboard.com/bb/charts/randb.jsp

lil wayne, lloyd banks, BG. lil wayne says about 2 lines total on the carter, mannie fresh says nearly everything.

 

[PV Audio 5,000+ posts]

you skirt your problems with your head down

not realizing ur drama is goin round

your mind is filled with desperate problems

no one can tap in except for mathematical algorithms

you flying away from them like you're on ATA

your mind's on vacation like i did one day

so stop with the rhyming and the whining i hear from your mouth

you'll still keep walkin about with an expression of pout

its futile to make anything enter your brain

cause what comes out about the ways you were slain

are pure lies to the highest kind

like speilberg outta this world lies

ok im tired so i'm backin off the mic

cause gauntlet and morgan are closin up tight

i got them with a few verses and vice versa

lets hear some original flows from a mic masta....

^^^^^ sucked balls, just wanted to post in the thread //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/thumbsdown.gif.d22f25895e9b40f2300c953691dacfa2.gif

 

[jemorgan85 10+ year member]

Everyone needs to bring this thread back....it is a way for us all to kick back and let loose.

Here's one I wrote at work today....

We're all washed up now, gone forever with the brow

Depicted by a sesspool, the horizon caves my eyes in

Slow now, try to fathom the hour of darkness at hand

Brought on by oursevles, gone against the grain, destroyed our homeland

Create and destroy, the classis human motto

The ancient parts of beauty have been turned into grotto

Seven wonders built; all fallen but a single

The soul of the world, lost like the founding people

The age of the titans is the age of the hollow

Lost the wings of the cloud; forfeited by Apollo

Take a trip back in time, my verbatim is personified

I write visions in your head, the pictures are bonafide

Imagine the life before the key and the lightning

Everyone works for their own, creations of beauty are a common sighting

A feudal town full of peasants, under the monarch

The country is at war, the men fight for the arch

Built strong and rugged, our fabled ancestors of the past

In their world, our minds and bodies could never last

A crumbled city and a castle; stone stairs with statues of heros

The entrance leads up to golden doors on the verge of the willows

But tragedy lurks in the air; a common vacancy can't hide

That missing the acknowledgement of our life without pride

Knights fought for valor; my dreams to escape

The technological age... go back with her and live for your own sake

No screaming insults, no bosses down the throat

Just a simple life of elegance, and milk from a goat

A sword over the mantle built of mahogany

The tools stained with blood, the blade stained with agony

Maybe just a dream; perhaps never existed

But wouldn't it be great in a world so untwisted?

The wild world spins while commoners take the bump

Corporate leaders neglect; providing they miss the stock slump, just regret

Working for another who doesn't care and is forced

To provide benefits to his underlings... where his riches are sourced

Demented describes a member so detrimented, it's splendid like sugar

Despots, greed and steed; the alive force of course

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

Change of pace....some poetry. If you don't like it, die.

the words 'good bye' have quivered across my lips all too many times

though never as a statement of declaration, rather

as a defense mechanism

perhaps pushing you away will garnish an invitation

into you

the sheer volume of breath spent on those two words proves it's worth

enough pounds per square inch to inflate the tires on a semi

now if only good byes moonlighted as ignitions

then i'd be well on my way to meeting the horizon

where dreams never die because time moves at the speed of sound

and the only sound is the silent echo of relationships gone astray

finally!

i'm free to grasp the sunrays in the clefts of my palms

free to meet God and drown in the depths of the psalms

free to let loneliness keep me rested and calm

and free to proudly bear the battlescars etched on my arms

they've been my crutch

for way too long

and i've now learned to walk

since you've been gone

this...

this utter autonomy...

is the sweetest sight my half open eyes ever saw

independent of intangibles

growth occurs in multitudes

self-realization is in a state of perpetual motion

and years of confusion come to fruition

loving outward is an unnecessary enhancement to happiness

that same energy redirected inward

produces completion

free of the outside world

the essence of being

such is poetry

purposeless nourishment

a deterrent delaying the scope of my nervous fits

a tourniquet

for those dying of discouragement

let paper be savior, words be love

as pens are thoughts, and ink is blood

now i can leave my mark on the world, and

ill never die

it's ironic that whenever i leave, I

feel so alive

further proof of complex living, and

i've never been a fan of patterns, but

life has a formula

x plus y equals infinity

where x is desire, and why are dreams hard to reach?

because my ex's satiated my hunger for companionship

for that i'm thankful

i've always wanted to shed those vanity pounds.

i'm made anew

renewed

through you.

saying good-bye has never been so beautiful

and singularity has never been so complete.

 

[jemorgan85 10+ year member]

Awesome man....that is sig worthy..

"Saying good-bye has never been so beautiful"

 

[Gauntlet 5,000+ posts]

Since you liked it, here's another one

pretend

for one fleeting moment that your words are true

and the empty realization you will have manifested

is the crutch i've been living with for an eternity

it's not so easy when the tables are turned

and now we're at the dinner table, taking turns

back and forth between insults and i love you's

dichotomy transfigured in verbal table tennis

look away from the spiraling noodles, stare into my eyes

i'd like a glimpse of what i'm giving away

and a chance for me to bestow my anger

justice is swift when judged by irony

for once, i can deliver what i've been given

a crushing backhand of non confrontational angst

driven by my newly empowered sense of ego

i dare you to try and return it

but your idiosyncrasies supercede ideals

the return shall come, the question is when

irrelevant, my concern is now indifference

as i have the strength to throw it back in your face

and you have the weakness to say im sorry

except apologies never made you beautiful

they simply cloaked the insecurity

a scared little girl dressed to the tees in the guise of cleopatra

now this delicate facade has faded with the sun

and loving you is like playing tag with the horizon

no longer will i collapse in the face of an apparition

i swear this upon the graves of my unborn children

you can't buy dinner and correct years of wrongs

and in fact, i wasn't looking forward to seeing you

i heard this establishment had good steak

but even the medium rare sustinence is lackluster

chewing is pulling teeth when attempted in the half-light of you

a personification of appetite suppressants

for the hunger of desire

allow me to drown out the incessant ramblings

spewing from the cavernous deathtrap you call a mouth

examine the world via the eyes of existentialists

and the candlelight provides a stark portrait

a slight amber glow illuminates your silky silhouette

the remnants of a relationship now ablaze

haunting images are singed into my retina

never have i seen you so clear

i understand, the angel in your eyes

is the devil i live with inside

and now it's time

for their courtship to die

 

[jemorgan85 10+ year member]

What happened to everyone who was posting in here?

 

[pj_chevy03 10+ year member]

lemans u ****!!!!!!! j/k......no really u do ****...lol