CTR LEGACY THREAD

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Thu Apr 07, 2005 10:57 pm

my rap style is celibate cuz nobody can fuck with it
cats approach the booth like Blow-pops they suck at it
no choice but to cut the umbilical to the wannabe lyrical
they gotta play the role like Herb Brooks praying for a Miracle

Nowell's Soul · Post by **Nowell's Soul** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 11:56 am

Cash Rulz wrote:She's a big piece of heaven, and a little chunk of hell.

You had me at hello nigga, lol

Its a poetic way to say, I love that crazy bitch.

haha, Exactly. I'm pumped when you check for my shit, Cash. It's always appreciated.

remixture wrote:Damn, dude, I really enjoyed this piece.....it rocks.

Awesome. It's really cool to see it can be appreciated outside of my personal experience.

theaggravatedjew wrote:"I'm Still Writing About the Same Goddamn Thing " You do it so well, another dope piece, as far as im concerned we should have a sticky of all your works in this forum.

Thanks man.

BeHemoth · Post by **BeHemoth** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 12:25 pm

word always rightin bout the same shit. you need to start talkin bout real shit like how you'll smack a bitch if she even looks at you funny.

.....................we know you rep them streets son
and how you'll moonwalk on a bitch with cleats on

BeHemoth · Post by **BeHemoth** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 12:35 pm

sorry for not respondin sooner, been busy with the hlb tourney.

simple, this piece reminded me of Norman Rockwell staring at a puddle and making it into an ocean so his paper boat could find freedom.

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 2:33 pm

Sit back, get smashed sharpen the pencils for later
recline and breathe in the life, don't want to waste the paper
in case inspiration finds me, guess I'm a paper chaser
sprintin' 'round old notebooks for something amazing
to find a why to rationalize why the fuck I'm such a stranger
feelin' old as hell, I hide behind new t-shirts hangin',
leavin' the white sheets clean, I fall in between the lines
because the design I walk is blue and I can't seem to find
enough in this room around me to dilute this situation
stepped across the high to find the truth behind the faces,
behind the 100 proof waitin, it's callin' my name when
ghosts of dead memories seem to float in lonely stasis
haunted, but in all honesty I'm used to broken angles,
searchin' through the darkness for my soft spoken angel
growin' old in my own my mind,
whipserin' the same amazin' grace
avoided my reflection so long I can't recognize my face
the sounds inside my heart sing through halls painted white
took me 10 years to see that alchohol can stain the light
then hope disapates as my eyes roll back into my mind
swear to god I'm found and tommorow's gonna change me
I reach out for that caress, then stay reclusive because it's safer
the lights touchin' my face, scribbled lines my only confession
This is my pillow muffled scream fo help...yeah, it's scripted
cut off from human contact, deep wounds self inflicted
I'll walk through this world and find at least one to believe
waitin' all night for the sunlight to break through the leaves...

Fuck it...

I can't stay on topic, my attention spans stratched too thin
usually decide to stop writin' before I begin,
and they been waitin' so long, like "dawg where you been?"
"life don't last foever" time to grab that pad and pen
I got scores to settle and faces to punch,
try and spit game and take this little lady to lunch,
so don't fret on my goals or the ideals I grind...man I tell ya
the only thing I fear more than old age and dyin' is livin'with failure
I'll sell ya my story, but I ain't a hustler homie
because I'm the eskimo slippin' on snow that hov sold me
naw, I'm jokin'...only not really...I'm fakin'
My mama believes that I'm destined for greatness
since I wasn't supposed to be born, called a miracle baby
my cautiousness is making me old quicker than I had planned
got the eyes of a child but I'm tryin' be a man
trapped inside an image that I can't seem to stand,
what I am or understand why the hell I deserve this life
wasted so many days and stayed up through so many nights
I take a look back and see the cracks in the ground,
the back tracks in the bloodlines that brough us to now...
my younger brother gave her reasons to be proud,
the oldest one a grandson,
they say my heart's the purest and swear to god that I'm handsome,
but I don't see it and I can't

Fuck it. Thats' as far as I got so far...

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 2:49 pm

My Intution is terrible but I still stare at Jewel's chest
snatchin' fake chain's from these fake fool's necks,
Call me the post-man, it ain't nothin' for me to stamp you
Cause I got morelines than new tracks with Jay-Z samples

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 5:04 pm

Niiiice...

This was dope.

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 5:06 pm

This is cool, very interesting read.

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 5:07 pm

Heh...this was dope man.

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 5:35 pm

I like tits that fit handfuls and for them I'm thankful
only thing is to be careful to handle the bankroll
cuz maintenance levels get hectic when sexing the chick
little gifts here and there and she begging for dick

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 5:41 pm

Interesting piece man. I like the references to writing and mathematics, and the restrain it seems to hold.

Hopeless wrote: because the design I walk is blue and I can't seem to find
enough in this room around me to dilute this situation
stepped across the high to find the truth behind the faces,

This part stands out the most, it flows proper and the last line is an identifiable experience for me. Good work.

BeHemoth · Post by **BeHemoth** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 6:07 pm

this one needs to end as follows

.............................BITCH

BeHemoth · Post by **BeHemoth** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 6:08 pm

nice contribution, continue doing so.

BeHemoth · Post by **BeHemoth** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 6:37 pm

on some def poetry shit right there.

grades right tho bout the limerick line.

Nowell's Soul · Post by **Nowell's Soul** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 8:08 pm

BeHemoth wrote:
and how you'll moonwalk on a bitch with cleats on

This is going to be the name of my next joint.

Jennie C · Post by **Jennie C** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 10:15 pm

Kid B wrote:Written in Braille for the sightless
So they can feel it
I want to write a poem
That's contained in a Florida orange
So you can peel it
And drink its citrus
I want to write a poem on a bank deposit slip
And watch it collect interest

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 10:32 pm

Haha...thanks guys.

I couldn't think of a title...this was really just more of something I put down all at once without much thought...kind of a spur of the moment writing exercise thing.

curiouscharles · Post by **curiouscharles** » Fri Apr 08, 2005 10:52 pm

i like it a lot, hard to get the flow in some places, but when i get it i love it.

brnfrzebreakone9 · Post by **brnfrzebreakone9** » Sat Apr 09, 2005 10:53 am

no problem man, thanks for at least reading/responding

ive never read that poem, but that some deep shit right there, ill look for it online, i didnt really even know he did poetry, or maybe youre talking about a drawing....i dunno, whatever, thatnks to anyone else that read

remixture · Post by **remixture** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 5:02 pm

I just read this joint again....i loved the second read better than the first, gettin better with age....

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 6:46 pm

Would you...
forgive me if I sent you to heaven?
Took away your last breath
and left a warm body and soul severed
from one moment in your eyes,
with gentle hands wrapped around your throat,
carressing your neck
until I break the skin.

Hovering above you
until your tears run red
kiss your forehead and told you I loved you?

Would you understand?
If I kissed you goodnight,
Berette to your chest muffled with masking tape,
smile for me darling.

Smile for me.

Would you see my heart?
beating with the beauty inside
while I kiss your pain away?
Your wrists and ankles are
so cute,
tied down
your blood flow will slow down anyway.

Fucking bitch.

BeHemoth · Post by **BeHemoth** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 6:53 pm

sounds like shes beautiful on the inside, and you wanted to see that. what is it about cuttin someone up that makes you so damn hungry? oh well, back to work.

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 6:53 pm

Dont you cry, baby
Shhh...Baby,
Don't you cry
All daddy needs is an Alibi.

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 6:54 pm

BeHemoth wrote:sounds like shes beautiful on the inside, and you wanted to see that. what is it about cuttin someone up that makes you so damn hungry? oh well, back to work.

Exactly. She looks better this way.

Now I need a Sub.

No homo?

Jennie C · Post by **Jennie C** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:29 pm

WOW.

Is this because she called before?

remixture · Post by **remixture** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:44 pm

wow, that was morbid......

relationship problems?
or are you just pissed at the female species in general?

Nowell's Soul · Post by **Nowell's Soul** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 8:50 pm

Kill that bitch!

brnfrzebreakone9 · Post by **brnfrzebreakone9** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 10:49 pm

cold eyes and a warm stare
old signs that go nowhere
cold hearts and a dying beat
tired eyes and a sighing street
But I can't see that far because my eyes are both frozen
not from the weather but from fear and self loathing
and we're not in Las Vegas but looking at you is a gamble
because one day the evil stares will be something I can't handle.
see, I Subside the Wayride to your cold apartment
and drip tears of ink sincerely, on this piece of parchment
I see passengers of this A train, standing with their arms raised
this crime is low wage, but putting yourself in harm pays
these dividends divised over daily disagreements
I've gathered thousands but am left with only just this three cents
the streets start and end, the middle part is just a placemaker
and I'm convinced now that to my heart you were my pacemaker.

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Mon Apr 11, 2005 11:40 pm

Jen wrote:WOW.

Is this because she called before?

Probably.

ms_horlicks · Post by **ms_horlicks** » Tue Apr 12, 2005 2:33 am

i want alot of what you want

sometimes i fall short of inspiration, thanks for pickin it up

stay up

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