Nice. On some crazy in the corner potting to murder shit. Ha...Seriously though, the rhyme structure and flow(reading it anyways) is right on point. Real conceptual imagery with a more traditional rhyem style.
I like it.
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word, I just sold my piece, the price was right
plus I figured I'm twice as nice and like to fight
been known to clip lips when they start to get sassy
we servin these tracks from the bay to tallahassee
plus I figured I'm twice as nice and like to fight
been known to clip lips when they start to get sassy
we servin these tracks from the bay to tallahassee
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Yeah, bouncy rhymes. words merged for certain. nice and enjoi-ed.
'let your mind wander with your feet'
'i am the bare essentials of a human being, disassembled i come in peace'
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'i am the bare essentials of a human being, disassembled i come in peace'
www.zebox.com/just_like_us1/
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Stone In The Ocean
The center of the earth is pullin' the skeleton outta your flesh,
Rippin' the bones until they've ruptured turnin' to dust scattered ashes is on her breath,
I think that chick was kissin' death,
She'll be next to feel the stretch behind her neck bent cracked spine but the mind's the real hurt
Behind her eyes in the back of the neck connected again on top of the sinus in her gums inscissor teeth is gettin' strung,
Once gravity clung,
Pullin' out of her body don't matter if you like, fight it its likened to dyin' possession isn't nice shit,
And I helped out the ghosts already what more did they want,
Then the thunder cracked across your ears a resonating pop,
Echoes in the chamber of your thoughts,
There's no danger when your lost,
Brain emitin' beams on waves than streams is switchin' 'em from seas to lakes,
Diseased erased,
Wakin' dreams are the key to leavin' escape in reality depressions flowery fantasies the shields conduct events effective vengence left the deaths apprentice the rest get vexed that the pleasent sentence was written in a language nobody heard,
But they still understand it,
I think the devils lickin' there eardrums until its all static, and that's all they hear
A simple ripple from the ocean grows into a wave,
Throws a little snail on the beach for a kid to save,
Than on his way to show his mom he drops it on the road,
When trying to pick it up he gets hit by a car and than his head rolls off of a bridge into a ditch,
Where some other kids see it,
Deranged it made them now they search to recreate the scene,
Obsession a necessity to qwel the voices,
Faces placed inside the television screen staring back at the faces in the curtains when the winds physical presence is known,
Skeptics maintain mythical relevance isn't shown,
But deep down they know
A simple ripple effect that'll tear sanity from the best, handin' me a crest not the liquor just a chest symbol blessed talkin' to the pope but he died - and I sniffed the chalk outline,
I'm being kept alive in stained glass art in a picture frozen,
Thoughts dead and risen, lots locked, let 'em live again,
Blocked caught in a pen I'll ventilate the livin' dead,
Give 'em breath from your chest,
Sharin' souls visions,
Rampant telepathic phantoms transmittin' fantastic wisdom,
Cataclysmic mental physics pullin' atoms like nuclear fission,
No future is given except to the few who are victims,
Unearthed angels crucified upside down,
It even made lucifer cry his tears looked like rainbows in the sky,
Gold coins at the bottom of puddles ripple,
Homeless kids fightin' for the change, fuck this stupid riddle,
I'd rearrange the earth with a verse if I could but you know that the butterfly effect is always worse,
Better off doin' nuthin' until you can be immersed - in liquid intelligence - eleagent elements,
Hell is irrelevenent while we all swellin' with wealth, sellin' ourselves out,
Hell of a route - no - mellowin' out
Bellowin' mouths doubt what's really helpin' 'em out,
Venom'll melt minimal milk made for kids livin' without even a house,
Creepin' them out so who's gonna be seakin' em out?
I'm seakin' the soaked in treason, to leave and to be in the direct path of destruction once the stone dropped in the ocean has caused a violent explosion
Rippin' the bones until they've ruptured turnin' to dust scattered ashes is on her breath,
I think that chick was kissin' death,
She'll be next to feel the stretch behind her neck bent cracked spine but the mind's the real hurt
Behind her eyes in the back of the neck connected again on top of the sinus in her gums inscissor teeth is gettin' strung,
Once gravity clung,
Pullin' out of her body don't matter if you like, fight it its likened to dyin' possession isn't nice shit,
And I helped out the ghosts already what more did they want,
Then the thunder cracked across your ears a resonating pop,
Echoes in the chamber of your thoughts,
There's no danger when your lost,
Brain emitin' beams on waves than streams is switchin' 'em from seas to lakes,
Diseased erased,
Wakin' dreams are the key to leavin' escape in reality depressions flowery fantasies the shields conduct events effective vengence left the deaths apprentice the rest get vexed that the pleasent sentence was written in a language nobody heard,
But they still understand it,
I think the devils lickin' there eardrums until its all static, and that's all they hear
A simple ripple from the ocean grows into a wave,
Throws a little snail on the beach for a kid to save,
Than on his way to show his mom he drops it on the road,
When trying to pick it up he gets hit by a car and than his head rolls off of a bridge into a ditch,
Where some other kids see it,
Deranged it made them now they search to recreate the scene,
Obsession a necessity to qwel the voices,
Faces placed inside the television screen staring back at the faces in the curtains when the winds physical presence is known,
Skeptics maintain mythical relevance isn't shown,
But deep down they know
A simple ripple effect that'll tear sanity from the best, handin' me a crest not the liquor just a chest symbol blessed talkin' to the pope but he died - and I sniffed the chalk outline,
I'm being kept alive in stained glass art in a picture frozen,
Thoughts dead and risen, lots locked, let 'em live again,
Blocked caught in a pen I'll ventilate the livin' dead,
Give 'em breath from your chest,
Sharin' souls visions,
Rampant telepathic phantoms transmittin' fantastic wisdom,
Cataclysmic mental physics pullin' atoms like nuclear fission,
No future is given except to the few who are victims,
Unearthed angels crucified upside down,
It even made lucifer cry his tears looked like rainbows in the sky,
Gold coins at the bottom of puddles ripple,
Homeless kids fightin' for the change, fuck this stupid riddle,
I'd rearrange the earth with a verse if I could but you know that the butterfly effect is always worse,
Better off doin' nuthin' until you can be immersed - in liquid intelligence - eleagent elements,
Hell is irrelevenent while we all swellin' with wealth, sellin' ourselves out,
Hell of a route - no - mellowin' out
Bellowin' mouths doubt what's really helpin' 'em out,
Venom'll melt minimal milk made for kids livin' without even a house,
Creepin' them out so who's gonna be seakin' em out?
I'm seakin' the soaked in treason, to leave and to be in the direct path of destruction once the stone dropped in the ocean has caused a violent explosion
amazed at this concaved mazes ways
Trapped in the labyrinth attackin its inhabitants
What
What
no offense, but I found this long winded, short on vivid imagery and lackin in flavor. I just wasn't feelin neither the style nor presentation. don't let this stop you from postin here, I'm just bein honest. if you cut this one down a bit and mixed in some cerebellum C4 I think it would be more interesting. thanks for postin.
Suicide In Purgatory
This shit is about 4 years old written over Sin City off of Dj Mayonaisses 55 stories... but just for Behemouth cause he wanted me to keep postin' shit....I dunno what you guys dig on in this shit, I thought it was all deep but if you want the crazy multi's/punchlines an shit maybe I'll post one of those later but for now....
I'll castarate the choir boys so they can sing forever, (no homo)
And wear a mask so when they ask no one will remember,
In the end I'll pretend it was for the listners pleasures but for real - I got cut from the cast so I had to diss-members,
I've lived the prologue,
Now continues this classless story,
In a past life I died of Suicide so now I'm stuck in Purgatory,
I'm sorry but that's my final admission of guilt,
Don't you understand the pain in hand when your pride is spilt,
Now your carpets stained with claims from the lies I built,
The world's a pinball and I think that we're all set on tilt,
Empty vessels climbin' tresselss seakin' restitution,
All the while wantin' to join hands hopin' for inclusion,
I made gravity mad at me and that problem has no solution,
It's got me stuck here and I do fear no end to the confusion,
My life can't end and transcend away from this illusion,
There's no wait, no anxiousness, just repetition,
A dissed member so I dismembered just so that you could listen,
And when the knife finally took my life you put me in this prison,
Now I'm stuck to the astroturf its my reverse baptism,
With no vindication my hesitation has kept me from glory,
Now I just wonder what happens at the end of the story,
The consequence of commiting suicide in Purgatory,
How much trouble can you get in when commiting sins in hell,
The worlds bubble has now cracked because of how heavy I fell,
I threw a penny at the sky,
The highest wishing well and than it rained change in the Heavens but still I'm stuck to tell,
A tale of angst with no thanks for everything that I've given,
A music that's so powerful it leaves all hoursfilled to listen,
So what if I comercialized with a circumsized type incision,
This prison has no roof and still I can't escape the prizm,
Change the colors of my emotions,
Setting tides into motion,
Gravity's still mad at me and there is no magic potion,
The tide's are now regret and I'm inept drowning in the ocean of consequence cause I'm to dense to have float above the notion,
That I was wrong in the beginning,
Whispering and not singing,
I had no talent to use the palet cause of constant fidgeting,
Still its vial that I'm in denial of my true positioning,
A creative mind but the talent inside is what I was missin',
So now nobody tucks me in and I kiss myself goodnight,
And lie under the covers utterin' to myself in fright,
Cause the days were to heavy and it crushed my night light,
Than I sold out my soul in doubt cause the price was right,
But this game didn't show me anything worth remembering and all the real gods looked at me completely condescending,
Now I can actually die but the years best not be silent,
Cause I'm not going to hell where everything is violent,
And heaven's outta reach the ladder broke while I was climbin',
I than awoke concerned that I was on a deserted Island
Part of a 3 part story - The War Of The Realms - Heaven, Hell, Purgatory - One song for each, you guessed this one, I'll post the other two if there's any interest in this type o shit.
If not...than I'll just cry in my beer
I'll castarate the choir boys so they can sing forever, (no homo)
And wear a mask so when they ask no one will remember,
In the end I'll pretend it was for the listners pleasures but for real - I got cut from the cast so I had to diss-members,
I've lived the prologue,
Now continues this classless story,
In a past life I died of Suicide so now I'm stuck in Purgatory,
I'm sorry but that's my final admission of guilt,
Don't you understand the pain in hand when your pride is spilt,
Now your carpets stained with claims from the lies I built,
The world's a pinball and I think that we're all set on tilt,
Empty vessels climbin' tresselss seakin' restitution,
All the while wantin' to join hands hopin' for inclusion,
I made gravity mad at me and that problem has no solution,
It's got me stuck here and I do fear no end to the confusion,
My life can't end and transcend away from this illusion,
There's no wait, no anxiousness, just repetition,
A dissed member so I dismembered just so that you could listen,
And when the knife finally took my life you put me in this prison,
Now I'm stuck to the astroturf its my reverse baptism,
With no vindication my hesitation has kept me from glory,
Now I just wonder what happens at the end of the story,
The consequence of commiting suicide in Purgatory,
How much trouble can you get in when commiting sins in hell,
The worlds bubble has now cracked because of how heavy I fell,
I threw a penny at the sky,
The highest wishing well and than it rained change in the Heavens but still I'm stuck to tell,
A tale of angst with no thanks for everything that I've given,
A music that's so powerful it leaves all hoursfilled to listen,
So what if I comercialized with a circumsized type incision,
This prison has no roof and still I can't escape the prizm,
Change the colors of my emotions,
Setting tides into motion,
Gravity's still mad at me and there is no magic potion,
The tide's are now regret and I'm inept drowning in the ocean of consequence cause I'm to dense to have float above the notion,
That I was wrong in the beginning,
Whispering and not singing,
I had no talent to use the palet cause of constant fidgeting,
Still its vial that I'm in denial of my true positioning,
A creative mind but the talent inside is what I was missin',
So now nobody tucks me in and I kiss myself goodnight,
And lie under the covers utterin' to myself in fright,
Cause the days were to heavy and it crushed my night light,
Than I sold out my soul in doubt cause the price was right,
But this game didn't show me anything worth remembering and all the real gods looked at me completely condescending,
Now I can actually die but the years best not be silent,
Cause I'm not going to hell where everything is violent,
And heaven's outta reach the ladder broke while I was climbin',
I than awoke concerned that I was on a deserted Island
Part of a 3 part story - The War Of The Realms - Heaven, Hell, Purgatory - One song for each, you guessed this one, I'll post the other two if there's any interest in this type o shit.
If not...than I'll just cry in my beer
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