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I got bored and decided to post this here. It's from awhile ago when I actually felt inspired for once to write something and wanted to record it, and still do, but me and Patriarch (old member) typed verses for a "to-be" collab but that won't happen, but you should find it interesting regardless.
It's one of my personal favorites I've written:
The bars would have to be changed, his to 20 to fit the second verse, that's if you were to follow it on the beat*
(Trill)
Psych evaluation's what you've been anticipatin'
Testifying against mainstream not just a brave men
Their time's up pasteurized but they've hit expiration
I've been too hot for too long, they can't achieve perspiration
The temperature's raisin'...microscopic organisms contaminatin'
Plaguing more than a billion brains further than the States and
3rd world countries home to poverty, murder and raping's
there's no expiation just a new gulag their life's tapering
away but me you can find anyway cus I'm a deviate
When times get rough rhymes escalate like magnitude 8 quakes
Insane raping this rap game cus I'm a morally corrupt being
Asking me to go easy...to alleviate things?
Bow to me as your deity...surrender your entity
Don't look at me crazy, I know that surrender feeling
I was an angel drunk with power so God clipped my wings
It seemed as if my strings were cut, clinging to the edge barely
Trying to survive knowing somewhere I went wrong in life
But I've converted like Cortes at Cozumel given some time
My breathing causes nausea; can spark methane leaking
Now I can't rest at ease, hauntin' emcee's with hellish dreams
Patriarch
Rip the Jacker? Rather get ripped and jacked and
Tatted up and init goin tit for tat
Them marks and scars is from when I bit his back
Not stars and Mars, them people need to face the facts
Like maniacs they think that Cheney attacks
The World Trade Center and then he feigns and acts
And pretends not to hear just what they say
Like he's gonna admit to blackin out JFK
Or save the day - announce a cure for AIDS, the gays
Would bound out of their closets, start saying hurray
For days and days - and then on probably the sixth
Wilson would rise and admit to bowing before Alger Hiss
And then on the eigth, shit's great...mistake
Shit's revealed that Pac actually lived til '98
And Elvis too, Lennon, Lenin, and Memphis blues
Bobby K's fine, hell he lived til 1992
Big Pun's hiding in Mexico with his wicked word flow
And First contact happened with Project Serpo
And you should know about the globalism happening lately
But get a second opinion cuz they label me crazy
Trill
No radio play for us cus public ears can't perceive it.
others seem blind cus lyrics too much they can't even read it
Lungs ina bind...on karaoke they can't even speak it.
Belief's lost over time...priests can't even preach it
But it's okay I only target specific arcane mind frames
Mind's that pertain to the minimum allowed frame rate
Those can stand and say at my shows that they truly do know
I'm the first to bring rap some justice like Hammurabi's code
Setting high standards that leave you feeling un-accomplished
Like finding an end to pi's digits or stopping haley's comet.
To spring life to the song you need to use irrigation
I just tap the mic, wash over a rhyme causing precipitation
A rare phenomenon so fast for my sake like Ramadan
Because You've failed the evaluation, now begone...
I liked his verse, and I take no credit for it obviously.
If you care for the original song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IylmUguS9Ns
Comment if you want.
It's one of my personal favorites I've written:
The bars would have to be changed, his to 20 to fit the second verse, that's if you were to follow it on the beat*
(Trill)
Psych evaluation's what you've been anticipatin'
Testifying against mainstream not just a brave men
Their time's up pasteurized but they've hit expiration
I've been too hot for too long, they can't achieve perspiration
The temperature's raisin'...microscopic organisms contaminatin'
Plaguing more than a billion brains further than the States and
3rd world countries home to poverty, murder and raping's
there's no expiation just a new gulag their life's tapering
away but me you can find anyway cus I'm a deviate
When times get rough rhymes escalate like magnitude 8 quakes
Insane raping this rap game cus I'm a morally corrupt being
Asking me to go easy...to alleviate things?
Bow to me as your deity...surrender your entity
Don't look at me crazy, I know that surrender feeling
I was an angel drunk with power so God clipped my wings
It seemed as if my strings were cut, clinging to the edge barely
Trying to survive knowing somewhere I went wrong in life
But I've converted like Cortes at Cozumel given some time
My breathing causes nausea; can spark methane leaking
Now I can't rest at ease, hauntin' emcee's with hellish dreams
Patriarch
Rip the Jacker? Rather get ripped and jacked and
Tatted up and init goin tit for tat
Them marks and scars is from when I bit his back
Not stars and Mars, them people need to face the facts
Like maniacs they think that Cheney attacks
The World Trade Center and then he feigns and acts
And pretends not to hear just what they say
Like he's gonna admit to blackin out JFK
Or save the day - announce a cure for AIDS, the gays
Would bound out of their closets, start saying hurray
For days and days - and then on probably the sixth
Wilson would rise and admit to bowing before Alger Hiss
And then on the eigth, shit's great...mistake
Shit's revealed that Pac actually lived til '98
And Elvis too, Lennon, Lenin, and Memphis blues
Bobby K's fine, hell he lived til 1992
Big Pun's hiding in Mexico with his wicked word flow
And First contact happened with Project Serpo
And you should know about the globalism happening lately
But get a second opinion cuz they label me crazy
Trill
No radio play for us cus public ears can't perceive it.
others seem blind cus lyrics too much they can't even read it
Lungs ina bind...on karaoke they can't even speak it.
Belief's lost over time...priests can't even preach it
But it's okay I only target specific arcane mind frames
Mind's that pertain to the minimum allowed frame rate
Those can stand and say at my shows that they truly do know
I'm the first to bring rap some justice like Hammurabi's code
Setting high standards that leave you feeling un-accomplished
Like finding an end to pi's digits or stopping haley's comet.
To spring life to the song you need to use irrigation
I just tap the mic, wash over a rhyme causing precipitation
A rare phenomenon so fast for my sake like Ramadan
Because You've failed the evaluation, now begone...
I liked his verse, and I take no credit for it obviously.
If you care for the original song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IylmUguS9Ns
Comment if you want.
