CTR LEGACY THREAD

BeHemoth · Post by **BeHemoth** » Mon May 02, 2005 11:43 am

[quote="Kid B"][quote="Ethin"]
I

PoetryInMotion · Post by **PoetryInMotion** » Mon May 02, 2005 1:35 pm

good shit

theaggravatedjew · Post by **theaggravatedjew** » Mon May 02, 2005 4:02 pm

I prefer to catch the independent and wierd//
instead of images the media and ads want seared//
Im the Steve Buscemi of rap, underated and ill
Still doing my thing with unrecognized skill

BeHemoth · Post by **BeHemoth** » Mon May 02, 2005 6:26 pm

yall have till friday 4 pm pacific time

ca$h goes first

foiegras · Post by **foiegras** » Mon May 02, 2005 7:45 pm

And you see, sometimes I dress up like an old lady,
And occasionally, I watch TV shows intended for fourteen year olds
But the whole time, I

PHRO1 · Post by **PHRO1** » Mon May 02, 2005 8:38 pm

theaggravatedjew wrote:I prefer to catch the independent and wierd//
instead of images the media and ads want seared//
Im the Steve Buscemi of rap, underated and ill
Still doing my thing with unrecognized skill

SKILL IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
HEARD ME CREEP CHECK OVER YO SHOULDER
ALIEN SPACE CRAFT DESGUIESED AS BOULDER
MY PAST STAY TRAPPED IN AN OLD FOLDER/

RacquetballGangsta · Post by **RacquetballGangsta** » Tue May 03, 2005 12:17 am

Tuesday nov 23, 2004

What if it were 3004
And things were still the same?
Every generation wonders why it

CHANCE RANDOM · Post by **CHANCE RANDOM** » Tue May 03, 2005 1:40 am

amazing piece.

amazing. more please.

ms_horlicks · Post by **ms_horlicks** » Tue May 03, 2005 2:52 am

sex sells the best say coz its appealing, yes
but i dont have to show my ass for attention, yes
so girl why you on my back
you got a problem with the company i pack
the eyes say it all, she got it in for me
she wears a cracked smile when im laughin
whispers in the toilets "did you see her with.."
i smirk on the seat and my mind speaks
bitch please
and im civilized,content to pass conversation
with whomever whatever, im friendly to others
but girl your making my blood boil
and i try to block the anger when you coil
your fingernails across my hands
that plan to disable your body stand
if you got a sneer to give, please give it
somethings on your mind and i sense it
but the truth is, i hang with alot of dudes
beacause i prefer their company more then you
and i cover my skin for good reason
coz id rather make a man work for it rather then
tease him
see you call me a slut but you dont know the half
and im confident without wearing a mask
sure, i love lipgloss too and pink bras, true
and i dig cock too, and slippery nipples, true
but my sexuality aint whats hurting me
and my sex-life isnt the be all end all of me
why you trippin for gees?
and if you wanted the truth look further
into a mirror and take a picture
you represent all of what you think of me
yet youve probably done more dudes then me
but i wouldnt hold it against you
no, what you choose to do is up to you
take a leaf out of my book for a lesson
instead of hating why aint we relating
i believe in giving people a second chance
so if you want to give it a go, im all eyes and ears
but trust me i dont spare
to throw you out if you come incorrect
its a mix of bad judgement and fucken morals
that makes me the imperfect black
but a slut is not a woman but a disease
that walks around infecting others to compete
for free
if you think im on a hunting spree
then your thoughts are so wrong
is it a crime to be loud, shy, warming and strong?
maybe i should forget it
ive had worse judgements
but sometimes you grow tired
of being put into a stereotype
that scream with horror when your living hype
when they see you with something they cant swipe
but i know the lies and heard the truth
she swallowed more then three times
took it up the ass from her bosses wife
with anal beads she rhymed a plea
to her bestfriend not to tell me
but its ok, i cant dislike the game
all i know is a bitch that calls out sluts
is one thats in denial trying to blame
people that are open to speak and be heard
whether its sexual or political verbs
cant handle this position
beacause it makes them dirty and inadequate
i hate the word, but fuck you fucken sluts!

LOL, written awhile back - on the drunk tip....buaha

pz, licks :)

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Tue May 03, 2005 6:15 am

I like the fierceness you have in this one licks. Some of the couplets seem a little bit forced but the tone and voice you use works well.

I like what you did here:

but a slut is not a woman but a disease
that walks around infecting others to compete
for free
if you think im on a hunting spree
then your thoughts are so wrong
is it a crime to be loud, shy, warming and strong?

stay up
Peace.

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Tue May 03, 2005 6:21 am

The time capsule reference is the centerpiece of this.
This part right here decrees emotion:

I let go of everything that has a hold on me
I dry my eyes with the speed of the wind

dope
stay up
Peace.

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Tue May 03, 2005 6:24 am

I'm 8 Man on tracks, you just can't hit me holmes,
Call me up, I'm crazy as fuck, on the microphone like bizzy bone
Shut ya trap or we tape it shut, ya hoes ain't safe with us
so in the name of the father, god bless all the listeners in a 10 mile radiuuuusssss

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Tue May 03, 2005 6:26 am

Dope.

I think I'm developing an e-crush on you Ms.Horlicks...I dunno though...maybe it's just a phase?

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Tue May 03, 2005 6:26 am

Folders hold the old scrolls of Egyptology
So I roam the ocean with stoic tricknology
I walk under the seas slappin diseased MCs
With corals wrapped in seaweed and anemones

HopeLess · Post by **HopeLess** » Tue May 03, 2005 6:27 am

I missed this one...i don't know if youre out there Arlene, but this was felt, most def.

I walk the line...for you...

Ethin · Post by **Ethin** » Tue May 03, 2005 6:50 am

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Tue May 03, 2005 8:13 am

[quote="Ethin"]I

hired gun · Post by **hired gun** » Tue May 03, 2005 9:36 am

anemones(enemies) are no friend of me though I'm keepin'em close
see'in I'm dope, they try to shoot me, or roll up to smoke
the clean cut, no fuss put that choke in your throat
Pure kind please rewind, you're now addicted fucked up and broke

theaggravatedjew · Post by **theaggravatedjew** » Tue May 03, 2005 9:49 am

Tupac went Caput got shot dead//
E died but from a super virus instead//
Hiphops demise is often contemplated//
But true heads keep shit movin like unconstipated

theaggravatedjew · Post by **theaggravatedjew** » Tue May 03, 2005 9:52 am

I always enjoy your raps. Your becoming a favorite of mine in pen and pad.

PHRO1 · Post by **PHRO1** » Tue May 03, 2005 2:47 pm

theaggravatedjew wrote:Tupac went Caput got shot dead//
E died but from a super virus instead//
Hiphops demise is often contemplated//
But true heads keep shit movin like unconstipated

DAYS DATED , UNCONSTIPATED
PF THE RESAULT OF BREAK BEAT
AN BOOM BOX THAT MATED
BLACK BROWN YELLOW WHITE , WE ALL RELATED

Nowell's Soul · Post by **Nowell's Soul** » Tue May 03, 2005 3:01 pm

Good shit, great flow.

Ethin · Post by **Ethin** » Tue May 03, 2005 3:04 pm

thanks

PHRO1 · Post by **PHRO1** » Tue May 03, 2005 6:32 pm

GRAF WRITER
SHADOW HIDER
HOLY KICKS
CHECK THE MIX
INNER CITY
ITS RAINING BRICKS
LIKE 123...
456/

VERBAL ASSAULT
OUT THE LIPS,
ROOF TOP STEPPER
KRYLON FINGER TIPS,
HEART BEAT
NICOTINE BLOOD STREAM,
HAND CUFF NIGHTMARES
PAINTED TRAIN DREAMS /

kwil · Post by **kwil** » Tue May 03, 2005 8:21 pm

My hands are clean like why eat with cutlery
talk with an empty stomach save my mouth for gluttony
tastes better when hungry, when i'm starving no taste
no need to wash plates, i'm cleaning crumbs with my tongue
tilt the bowl verticle, and lick whats left till its dry
like clock bells on the hour, my hungers heard city wide
unashamed like skinny strays when they're scrapping for scraps
we're motherless puppies, share the floor for night naps
and its cold always, cardboard on the cement
no carpet or matress, we pay free rent
in abandoned anywheres, clandestine lairs
desolate angels, halos around mangy hair
so carry me caravan, take me away
the doors are always open, i'm a make for freeways
my stories my currency i ride trucks the free way
gypsy liberty i'd like to say that i'll stay
please don't say i'm selfish, don't say i betray
she me we paved plenty of paths laid
under the moon we're still together like when we slept in the grass waiting for rides to passsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Tue May 03, 2005 11:04 pm

Related? I'm elated. Y'all never dated.
Yet your menstruated we'll get together later.
Check the fader like Roc Raida and cut, no tomato
No play though like Yayo biting Jay-Z's flow on the radio

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Tue May 03, 2005 11:40 pm

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http://s37.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3K083BT03QHF13TR8YK9RA8SL9

Join the drunk poet/author in a night at San Pedro for a reading of his poetry peppered with banter between Bukowski and the audience.

The San Pedro, California, audience is the hostage referred to in the title of this mid-1980s recording, but clearly they love every minute of it. It's indicative of this infamous, lowlife-lovin' poet's no-nonsense, tough-talking skill that for half the recording the crowd is nearly pissing themselves with laughter. Hostage has to be one of the rowdiest poetry records ever released, which makes sense considering how drunk Bukowski plainly is. The drink never gets in the way of his delivery, the tough, beautiful lines and moronically macho ones always landing on target, on cue. Bukowski delivers odes to dead Roman poets, lands a few good jokes, and--most crucially--offers up a few Raymond Carver-esque glimpses straight into the human soul. No document showcases Bukowski's radiant humor and occasional grace as succinctly as this intoxicating disc.

Kid B · Post by **Kid B** » Wed May 04, 2005 12:00 am

Alright. It's short but sweet and conjures up the thought of this man:

R.I.P.

Radio Raheem · Post by **Radio Raheem** » Wed May 04, 2005 12:11 am

This is very much appreciated. Thanx

ms_horlicks · Post by **ms_horlicks** » Wed May 04, 2005 1:08 am

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
And I am a woman to the fucking core
Dishonesty churns my stomach
When I am made to believe you are loyal and true but you aren't you will understand how much that kills me.
There is nothing inside of me that loves you anymore
And I did
With every ounce of everything I had and I kept it from you to keep you at my side
It's my own damn fault
But my eyes are open and my heart isn't broken this time.
You lost and I will never forgive you for letting me go.

that was hella felt gurrl, hope your doin' better.

touched - licks

CTR LEGACY THREAD

Re: new little written, recorded version coming soon!!!

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FINAL ROUND: CA$H vs. HIRED GUN

and you see, sometimes i dress up like an old lady...

With the gift of forgetting

slut

Re: With the gift of forgetting

ahhh what 4 bowls of dank, mountain d and no sleep can do...

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NIGHT TIME LOVELY

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Charles Bukowski : Hostage