Not gonna touch it. Dude lives in Slovenia...theaggravatedjew wrote:Beef Respond in rhyme form. It's battle time!Philaflava wrote:Juice wrote:Didnt have nothin else to do.
I`ll say it aint so wack for the first time, definetely not Jason Gloss status.
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Yeah it would be the weakest battle in this forum history, but even though its hard for me to rhyme in english I would probably win the whole thing.Philaflava wrote:Not gonna touch it. Dude lives in Slovenia...theaggravatedjew wrote:Beef Respond in rhyme form. It's battle time!Philaflava wrote:Juice wrote:Didnt have nothin else to do.
I`ll say it aint so wack for the first time, definetely not Jason Gloss status.
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If you want to, this week we can battle (Monday). Okay Balki?Juice wrote:Yeah it would be the weakest battle in this forum history, but even though its hard for me to rhyme in english I would probably win the whole thing.Philaflava wrote:Not gonna touch it. Dude lives in Slovenia...theaggravatedjew wrote:Beef Respond in rhyme form. It's battle time!Philaflava wrote:Juice wrote:Didnt have nothin else to do.
I`ll say it aint so wack for the first time, definetely not Jason Gloss status.
its on phalki.Philaflava wrote:If you want to, this week we can battle (Monday). Okay Balki?Juice wrote:Yeah it would be the weakest battle in this forum history, but even though its hard for me to rhyme in english I would probably win the whole thing.Philaflava wrote:Not gonna touch it. Dude lives in Slovenia...theaggravatedjew wrote:Beef Respond in rhyme form. It's battle time!Philaflava wrote:
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Lavender Summer
Long time no Phila for me, but long story short I'm a creative writing major/minor right now and have various works im trying to get pblished. Hope all has been well with the Phila crew, esp. Check the Rhime boardmembers. anyways heres one I made turned in for workshop this week.
Lavender Summer
somewhere inside the lavender summer
the virgin cicada sings the refrain of
choruses my mother would hum
when I was still her child.
please tell the rooster
this is my favorite
song to awake to.
I tucked myself in
beneath a blanket of
midsummers humid air
but only in my sweet dreams
do I hear this song anymore
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die a log.
.scene
ray - chasing a hollow death.thats what it was.
allegra- dad, its not ur fault. never is. incredible how they disposed of so many bodies though. an efficient regime.
- no. hiding lies and historical fallacy..call it propaganda, patriotism...whatever...thats efficiency. ever was a great civilization (Read: empire) not built on the backs of great propagandists?
- ever an "empire" quote unquote, not torn from the cloth of evil?
- good answer to rhetoric. study that these days, and honor dusts itself off to accompany you wherever you may tread.
- so i'm at the supermarket, great sales. bananas, 1 buck an ounce. a head of brie cheese, que delicia!, ) about 40 euros. whatever.
- hey. one of these days im taking the day off. going to eat some cheap coffee. maybe drink wine all day..think they serve wine at that german beer garden miranda spoke of?
- doubtful. but im always full of doubts.
- chip.
- well...(reverie)
- (scratches middle of back with the thumb of right hand, nervously for a few seconds...withdraws hand slowly, mechanically...drapes his hand across his daughter's face maniacally) callous, thats what i've taught you.
- to touch without feeling.
- aye.
- wonder where samson is these days. i never spoke to him after he left med school. should've done though. the boy was brilliant. you always liked him. maybe cuz he was a cook.
- show me a man that can eat, and i'll show you a life well lived.
- aye.
- TGI Fridays. we must rid the world of these. their horrible pastries, shit for potato skins. i'm angry that these are the only dining houses that stand to make money in a country like this. glorified carbo-fat, without the glory anymore. what have we become.
- poppa. daddio. que maravilla. look at my lamb chops, i cooked them in the wine you ordered.
- vino. divino.
- daddy. buy me a pony for once. i forgot the smell of a horse. i was 12, remember?
- we went down to mexico. what, every 3 months or so then? your mother always loved the ranch. zacatecan whores. mmm mm m.
- daddy, aloud again.
- sorry, honey. i'll be off to bed. tivo conan for me?
- (lays her hand on top of her other hand, resignation-like, which sits directly above her elbow, which in turns lays lazily on the counter, not wiped clean for a since morning coffee..sunday morning. see it in her eyes, saturnine. dont forget the chin then, on top of the top hand, choreographed like a march on a soldier's day of graduation, as if orchestrated by a genius of which one is not totally aware)
scene.
ray - chasing a hollow death.thats what it was.
allegra- dad, its not ur fault. never is. incredible how they disposed of so many bodies though. an efficient regime.
- no. hiding lies and historical fallacy..call it propaganda, patriotism...whatever...thats efficiency. ever was a great civilization (Read: empire) not built on the backs of great propagandists?
- ever an "empire" quote unquote, not torn from the cloth of evil?
- good answer to rhetoric. study that these days, and honor dusts itself off to accompany you wherever you may tread.
- so i'm at the supermarket, great sales. bananas, 1 buck an ounce. a head of brie cheese, que delicia!, ) about 40 euros. whatever.
- hey. one of these days im taking the day off. going to eat some cheap coffee. maybe drink wine all day..think they serve wine at that german beer garden miranda spoke of?
- doubtful. but im always full of doubts.
- chip.
- well...(reverie)
- (scratches middle of back with the thumb of right hand, nervously for a few seconds...withdraws hand slowly, mechanically...drapes his hand across his daughter's face maniacally) callous, thats what i've taught you.
- to touch without feeling.
- aye.
- wonder where samson is these days. i never spoke to him after he left med school. should've done though. the boy was brilliant. you always liked him. maybe cuz he was a cook.
- show me a man that can eat, and i'll show you a life well lived.
- aye.
- TGI Fridays. we must rid the world of these. their horrible pastries, shit for potato skins. i'm angry that these are the only dining houses that stand to make money in a country like this. glorified carbo-fat, without the glory anymore. what have we become.
- poppa. daddio. que maravilla. look at my lamb chops, i cooked them in the wine you ordered.
- vino. divino.
- daddy. buy me a pony for once. i forgot the smell of a horse. i was 12, remember?
- we went down to mexico. what, every 3 months or so then? your mother always loved the ranch. zacatecan whores. mmm mm m.
- daddy, aloud again.
- sorry, honey. i'll be off to bed. tivo conan for me?
- (lays her hand on top of her other hand, resignation-like, which sits directly above her elbow, which in turns lays lazily on the counter, not wiped clean for a since morning coffee..sunday morning. see it in her eyes, saturnine. dont forget the chin then, on top of the top hand, choreographed like a march on a soldier's day of graduation, as if orchestrated by a genius of which one is not totally aware)
scene.
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RSVP
I tucked my overdue RSVP into
my last bottle of beer and called
for my carrier pigeon.
As he flew away from our refuge
I carefully placed all my meaningful
possessions into an old bandana and
searched dawn for an amputated tree limb
that would look good slung over
my shoulder.
Our backyard didn't look like hell,
I cautiously said to myself. Because
I knew what the sun revealed when it left
the horizon's womb.
I found myself standing pondside
one last time in the footprints of
exposed dirt born of my overuse. As I
compared my hand-me-down penny loafers
to the outlines of my childhood sneakers
memories flashed through me like
an x-ray.
A croaking frog brought me
back into reality
As I glanced across
the now sunlit pond
I saw the Budweiser bottle
floating in it's captive waters
From the pigeon's view
the haze of morning must
look no different
than cloud nine.
my last bottle of beer and called
for my carrier pigeon.
As he flew away from our refuge
I carefully placed all my meaningful
possessions into an old bandana and
searched dawn for an amputated tree limb
that would look good slung over
my shoulder.
Our backyard didn't look like hell,
I cautiously said to myself. Because
I knew what the sun revealed when it left
the horizon's womb.
I found myself standing pondside
one last time in the footprints of
exposed dirt born of my overuse. As I
compared my hand-me-down penny loafers
to the outlines of my childhood sneakers
memories flashed through me like
an x-ray.
A croaking frog brought me
back into reality
As I glanced across
the now sunlit pond
I saw the Budweiser bottle
floating in it's captive waters
From the pigeon's view
the haze of morning must
look no different
than cloud nine.
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just throwing it out there..i used to post here alot, been away at college and havent been posting. my works changed alot so im just throwing it out there for any poetry fans/criticsmachine wrote:cool poetry man. are you just trying to get your work out there for comments or are you trying to play this off as raph?
This is Juice on the pen and paper
Im battlin a yelowstone park ranger
This man needed time till monday
But I was ready too dismentle this jew first thing on sunday
The dude from Philadelphia aint got shit
On the dude from Slovenia
30000 post but definetely not matching the Gawd criteria
this cat should be afraid to battle me
Cause I know his little secret
That it burns when he shits and pee.
One of the few that read that post
So now you got exposed.
Of course this cat wants a beef
because the only way he is getin vote
is by batllin a european kid
This man couldnt land a rhyme if he had both
Popabitch and paragraph president
Juice is the winner here its evident
Tryin to battle me but your rhymes are weak
You tryin to style on me, your words dont mean shit.
This is the topic cyper broke so Jason should automaticly lose
Cause this lady got crazy money and he spendin it on shoes.
This beef ends here and now
Change your title from Gawd to Clown.
I know its weak, fuck it.
Im battlin a yelowstone park ranger
This man needed time till monday
But I was ready too dismentle this jew first thing on sunday
The dude from Philadelphia aint got shit
On the dude from Slovenia
30000 post but definetely not matching the Gawd criteria
this cat should be afraid to battle me
Cause I know his little secret
That it burns when he shits and pee.
One of the few that read that post
So now you got exposed.
Of course this cat wants a beef
because the only way he is getin vote
is by batllin a european kid
This man couldnt land a rhyme if he had both
Popabitch and paragraph president
Juice is the winner here its evident
Tryin to battle me but your rhymes are weak
You tryin to style on me, your words dont mean shit.
This is the topic cyper broke so Jason should automaticly lose
Cause this lady got crazy money and he spendin it on shoes.
This beef ends here and now
Change your title from Gawd to Clown.
I know its weak, fuck it.
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Pretty much. I didn't write anything because I completely forgot. Maybe its because I never heard of you and you don't stand out, you fucking newbie.Juice wrote:I know its weak, fuck it.
Next time you wanna address the Class President get your post count up. Don't think cuz you're the new kid who hasn't been recognized yet that you can invite yourself to the big boy table. Go back to lurking "Juice."
P.S. Change your signature because you're from Slovania.
You know this shitty replay would probably work on somebody no doubt.All this you aint shit because you have a low post count and mispelling Slovenia and so on isnt realy doin anything except shows that you are unable to write a simple verse in 3 days.Philaflava wrote:Pretty much. I didn't write anything because I completely forgot. Maybe its because I never heard of you and you don't stand out, you fucking newbie.Juice wrote:I know its weak, fuck it.
Next time you wanna address the Class President get your post count up. Don't think cuz you're the new kid who hasn't been recognized yet that you can invite yourself to the big boy table. Go back to lurking "Juice."
P.S. Change your signature because you're from Slovania.
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Just how I feel about hip hop today...
Check the rhyme I've got techs and nines that'll wet your minds/
I co-incide with death's design like a felonious monk who reps for crime/
The sickness that I spit? Even my phlem's foul due to slaughter/
Atlantc City is the murder capital/
If I don't blow up, I'm making a pen pal out of the Unabomber/
Everyone's cried to me about/ how New York Tried to be the south/
but I'd rather spit that dope shit/
Like a heroin-addicted llama with diarhea of the mouth/
I have unfettered hatred, for southern accents of our culture's confederate agents/
Let's unionize the North and leave Crunk shit dead on their play-lists/
Fuck a T.I., fuck a Jeezy, fuck those clowns and their thrones/
putting on their wack friends, giving pounds to their clones/
There is a foul stench in hip hop, they're odious down to their bones/
I've ordered an autopsy on Kanye's tongue to see how many cat's he's blown/
He's got a Baskin Robbin's Ass with 31 Varieties of semen in his rectum: HIP HOP IS NOT A FUCKIN FASHION SHOW/
Let's take it back to Cowboy's leather blazer and Lee Jeans/
Not 1000 dollar t-shirts/
That shit gets me pissed off faster than R. Kelly and Pre-Teens/
I want dreads in the street to sell dust to more crackers/
I want Tru Life to set beef with everyone and snuff more rappers/
I want more faggots to get clapped/
More attachments on their gats/
Fully autos and laser beams/
Gun shots will teach the average how to act/
A death penalty for club jams/
Torture for wack MCs who rip us off at the stores and fuck fans/
Mims in the stocks, brass knuckeled and scared wherever my snuffs land/
Death to bougie, the way you rep it is fruity/
Tight shirts and chain wallets?/
Only if you man the glory holes and tempt men with your booty/
If hip hop has a future the shit is dark/
The engine's dead, we need to get it sparked/
I'll root for al Qaeda if they ever hit 106 and Park/
Homos get signed and pretend that they're rich/
Jim Jones is a blood now? Send for the Crips/
Get a murder squad started up, lend 'em some chips/
And give 'em oders kill every rapper who kisses men on the lips/
Fuck 'em with broom handles/
Give them torture worse than anything Diallo saw/
Hip Hop needs a Taliban, I'm here to set up Shiara Law/
I co-incide with death's design like a felonious monk who reps for crime/
The sickness that I spit? Even my phlem's foul due to slaughter/
Atlantc City is the murder capital/
If I don't blow up, I'm making a pen pal out of the Unabomber/
Everyone's cried to me about/ how New York Tried to be the south/
but I'd rather spit that dope shit/
Like a heroin-addicted llama with diarhea of the mouth/
I have unfettered hatred, for southern accents of our culture's confederate agents/
Let's unionize the North and leave Crunk shit dead on their play-lists/
Fuck a T.I., fuck a Jeezy, fuck those clowns and their thrones/
putting on their wack friends, giving pounds to their clones/
There is a foul stench in hip hop, they're odious down to their bones/
I've ordered an autopsy on Kanye's tongue to see how many cat's he's blown/
He's got a Baskin Robbin's Ass with 31 Varieties of semen in his rectum: HIP HOP IS NOT A FUCKIN FASHION SHOW/
Let's take it back to Cowboy's leather blazer and Lee Jeans/
Not 1000 dollar t-shirts/
That shit gets me pissed off faster than R. Kelly and Pre-Teens/
I want dreads in the street to sell dust to more crackers/
I want Tru Life to set beef with everyone and snuff more rappers/
I want more faggots to get clapped/
More attachments on their gats/
Fully autos and laser beams/
Gun shots will teach the average how to act/
A death penalty for club jams/
Torture for wack MCs who rip us off at the stores and fuck fans/
Mims in the stocks, brass knuckeled and scared wherever my snuffs land/
Death to bougie, the way you rep it is fruity/
Tight shirts and chain wallets?/
Only if you man the glory holes and tempt men with your booty/
If hip hop has a future the shit is dark/
The engine's dead, we need to get it sparked/
I'll root for al Qaeda if they ever hit 106 and Park/
Homos get signed and pretend that they're rich/
Jim Jones is a blood now? Send for the Crips/
Get a murder squad started up, lend 'em some chips/
And give 'em oders kill every rapper who kisses men on the lips/
Fuck 'em with broom handles/
Give them torture worse than anything Diallo saw/
Hip Hop needs a Taliban, I'm here to set up Shiara Law/
Fill The Void
fill the void, kill the noise, gotta build the voice
heavy with the pressures on my brain, my hands are feeling moist
gotta make a choice, cant afford to sit it out
conserve energy or start swimming out to bigger clouds
i let it out, scream, knowing that my dreams
arent what they seem, something breathes underneath my sheets
no wonder we, got this company in the basement
but i dont remember sending any invitations
this is really unexplainable to the youth
all our views so confused never knew it'd come this soon
screwed in many ways, abused everyday
in my room i'm losing it, who knows how many names
this is not some petty change, let's get on with it
cuz for two terms Bush has been ignoring it
got a decade left, you can choose the urgency
but if not, i hope the government is thirsty
heavy with the pressures on my brain, my hands are feeling moist
gotta make a choice, cant afford to sit it out
conserve energy or start swimming out to bigger clouds
i let it out, scream, knowing that my dreams
arent what they seem, something breathes underneath my sheets
no wonder we, got this company in the basement
but i dont remember sending any invitations
this is really unexplainable to the youth
all our views so confused never knew it'd come this soon
screwed in many ways, abused everyday
in my room i'm losing it, who knows how many names
this is not some petty change, let's get on with it
cuz for two terms Bush has been ignoring it
got a decade left, you can choose the urgency
but if not, i hope the government is thirsty
You are the Energy
Sometimes it's just crazy
The level headedness of it all
yeah right more
like an event so
licious and lovely its
massive gloriousness
translates into gravity so
strong that even though
other shapes are formed
even after evolution,
thus challenged, mixes its metaphors
that most spectacular of
universes and everything
inside eventually folds
flat.
this is no power struggle.
this is a siamese
stream of consciousness
wrapped in an invisible pink
corsett cascading cream around
outsides insides and the
circle of suction called
kissing while fucking.
so much
quality quantity and fucking quantum physics
involved vaginas wave
like constellations
the scale is infinite bliss baked
with passion. careening through life like
a juggernaut guava:
groovy.
no tapping the source even though
legs wrapped breathing
flat on our backs
steaming.
The level headedness of it all
yeah right more
like an event so
licious and lovely its
massive gloriousness
translates into gravity so
strong that even though
other shapes are formed
even after evolution,
thus challenged, mixes its metaphors
that most spectacular of
universes and everything
inside eventually folds
flat.
this is no power struggle.
this is a siamese
stream of consciousness
wrapped in an invisible pink
corsett cascading cream around
outsides insides and the
circle of suction called
kissing while fucking.
so much
quality quantity and fucking quantum physics
involved vaginas wave
like constellations
the scale is infinite bliss baked
with passion. careening through life like
a juggernaut guava:
groovy.
no tapping the source even though
legs wrapped breathing
flat on our backs
steaming.
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Didn't he supposedly 'workout' Kool G Rap, too? I'm guessing he helped him with this excellent song. Definitely heard the voice of G Rap on the line
He's got a Baskin Robbin's Ass with 31 Varieties of semen in his rectum: HIP HOP IS NOT A FUCKIN FASHION SHOW/
Kalel wrote:I know a thing or two about fine ass pinot noirs
You should be happy, Todd. Now at least somebody else might read your little rap.
You made it a dope rhyme, we made it a dope thread.
You made it a dope rhyme, we made it a dope thread.
"Down South on vacation just this year a couple different people asked if I was Arab or Hispanic and I've got pulled away from security lines at airports the last two times I flied." - Icesickle
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Re: Just how I feel about hip hop today...
SYMantiks wrote:Check the rhyme I've got techs and nines that'll wet your minds/
I co-incide with death's design like a felonious monk who reps for crime/
The sickness that I spit? Even my phlem's foul due to slaughter/
Atlantc City is the murder capital/
If I don't blow up, I'm making a pen pal out of the Unabomber/
Everyone's cried to me about/ how New York Tried to be the south/
but I'd rather spit that dope shit/
Like a heroin-addicted llama with diarhea of the mouth/
I have unfettered hatred, for southern accents of our culture's confederate agents/
Let's unionize the North and leave Crunk shit dead on their play-lists/
Fuck a T.I., fuck a Jeezy, fuck those clowns and their thrones/
putting on their wack friends, giving pounds to their clones/
There is a foul stench in hip hop, they're odious down to their bones/
I've ordered an autopsy on Kanye's tongue to see how many cat's he's blown/
He's got a Baskin Robbin's Ass with 31 Varieties of semen in his rectum: HIP HOP IS NOT A FUCKIN FASHION SHOW/
Let's take it back to Cowboy's leather blazer and Lee Jeans/
Not 1000 dollar t-shirts/
That shit gets me pissed off faster than R. Kelly and Pre-Teens/
I want dreads in the street to sell dust to more crackers/
I want Tru Life to set beef with everyone and snuff more rappers/
I want more faggots to get clapped/
More attachments on their gats/
Fully autos and laser beams/
Gun shots will teach the average how to act/
A death penalty for club jams/
Torture for wack MCs who rip us off at the stores and fuck fans/
Mims in the stocks, brass knuckeled and scared wherever my snuffs land/
Death to bougie, the way you rep it is fruity/
Tight shirts and chain wallets?/
Only if you man the glory holes and tempt men with your booty/
If hip hop has a future the shit is dark/
The engine's dead, we need to get it sparked/
I'll root for al Qaeda if they ever hit 106 and Park/
Homos get signed and pretend that they're rich/
Jim Jones is a blood now? Send for the Crips/
Get a murder squad started up, lend 'em some chips/
And give 'em oders kill every rapper who kisses men on the lips/
Fuck 'em with broom handles/
Give them torture worse than anything Diallo saw/
Hip Hop needs a Taliban, I'm here to set up Shiara Law/
Kalel wrote:I know a thing or two about fine ass pinot noirs
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Re: Just how I feel about hip hop today...
The first post you've made to make me crack a smile.HomieDontPlayDat wrote:SYMantiks wrote:Check the rhyme I've got techs and nines that'll wet your minds/
I co-incide with death's design like a felonious monk who reps for crime/
The sickness that I spit? Even my phlem's foul due to slaughter/
Atlantc City is the murder capital/
If I don't blow up, I'm making a pen pal out of the Unabomber/
Everyone's cried to me about/ how New York Tried to be the south/
but I'd rather spit that dope shit/
Like a heroin-addicted llama with diarhea of the mouth/
I have unfettered hatred, for southern accents of our culture's confederate agents/
Let's unionize the North and leave Crunk shit dead on their play-lists/
Fuck a T.I., fuck a Jeezy, fuck those clowns and their thrones/
putting on their wack friends, giving pounds to their clones/
There is a foul stench in hip hop, they're odious down to their bones/
I've ordered an autopsy on Kanye's tongue to see how many cat's he's blown/
He's got a Baskin Robbin's Ass with 31 Varieties of semen in his rectum: HIP HOP IS NOT A FUCKIN FASHION SHOW/
Let's take it back to Cowboy's leather blazer and Lee Jeans/
Not 1000 dollar t-shirts/
That shit gets me pissed off faster than R. Kelly and Pre-Teens/
I want dreads in the street to sell dust to more crackers/
I want Tru Life to set beef with everyone and snuff more rappers/
I want more faggots to get clapped/
More attachments on their gats/
Fully autos and laser beams/
Gun shots will teach the average how to act/
A death penalty for club jams/
Torture for wack MCs who rip us off at the stores and fuck fans/
Mims in the stocks, brass knuckeled and scared wherever my snuffs land/
Death to bougie, the way you rep it is fruity/
Tight shirts and chain wallets?/
Only if you man the glory holes and tempt men with your booty/
If hip hop has a future the shit is dark/
The engine's dead, we need to get it sparked/
I'll root for al Qaeda if they ever hit 106 and Park/
Homos get signed and pretend that they're rich/
Jim Jones is a blood now? Send for the Crips/
Get a murder squad started up, lend 'em some chips/
And give 'em oders kill every rapper who kisses men on the lips/
Fuck 'em with broom handles/
Give them torture worse than anything Diallo saw/
Hip Hop needs a Taliban, I'm here to set up Shiara Law/
Change the Atlantic City line to wherever Symantiks is from and post it in P&B.