| Author | Topic: F*ckin Round |
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Location: no. i will troll softer. |  posted Thursday, August 23, 2012 4:10:38 PM 
think i lost the drive to write with any passion,
i dumped it all into an internet river, i guess they like bodies, they passin/
me by, they knee high as I wade in deep,
im just trying to keep count, let alone reach/
an ankle, or a wrist, i need to achieve accuracy,
but he disaster in front of hold thousands, nah countless casualties/
and i feel like a pussy, who the fuck needs a doctor,
ive had all yall listening since cosby was still a doctor/
no proctor, all gamble, and my rambles seems to stir up,
the reality of my life is that I have clearly slipped the stirrup/
and the gait the horse has chosen has me frozen in the saddle,
like why is it so easy to take me out in battles?/
i dont want to offend, i feel broken for that allowance,
and yall are quick clicking crabs around it, clamoring on the ground with/
pincers, incisors on my epidermis,
dad-a-chock, did-a-chick, some may have heard this/
read it, and got nervous, the absurd shit we write,
so when the mile long fuse is burnt, we learned that he fight/
well then, naturally, victory has come to me,
i will never fucking chase you, you do not have to run from me/
just keep it simple stupid, kiss this life with tongue,
and if you remember this, you may have just begun/
to see what i wish for, non complication,
but i surround myself with detail, impulse inducts the situation/
i face it. head on and dead on,
you see it way to often, that ive taken this to my coffin,
newports n sour diesel, promethazine lozenge/
so missed count, and reported bad numbers,
but it didnt matter much, they just needed plumbers/
i was just an electrician electing then to volunteer,
for extra duty i had no ruling and that was odd to hear/
and its clearly affected my life, these visions are constant,
a few weeks ago, i took stock and then lost it/
again, what the cost is, for chasing women round robin,
out the country like a bumkin, corsican brother with a pumpkin/
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Location: bumpin some biz doin the mudfoot | posted Sunday, August 26, 2012 9:42:17 AM 
felt.
k.i.m.Partial IP: 46.185.186 |
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Member Since: 2012 | posted Sunday, August 26, 2012 6:44:22 PM
I dig it. propsPartial IP: 205.185.74 |
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Location: Long Beach, CA, USA | posted Sunday, August 26, 2012 7:49:38 PM
Feeding off your last line is padawon energy. To become Jedi, one must think farther than one.Partial IP: 228.216.24 |
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Location: Bay Area Underground | posted Sunday, September 02, 2012 4:19:57 AM
Pretty tubular fuckboot bongchief
Sometimes secret agent....sometimes more dwn to earth....
Sc aint solid sonny....could be tho....not tryna be some hlf ass joke....hairloss clinic decrepit megarant tied together with splitting rubberbands....no thx.....the real wrk requires real work....nt mor tok....
U lost in hella other shit fuckface3PO....
U gotta go to epic vaginas padowan learner seminar to unlock yor intergalactic bulldozer ice cream truck.Partial IP: 126.170.61 |
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Location: no. i will troll softer. | posted Monday, September 03, 2012 3:30:49 PM
north korea 1980's as told by "baze"-seal team 3 member over a spliff of mexi-schwag in juchitan de zaragosa oaxaca mexico in 20ten
2 by 2, seal and r.o.k. teams,
republic of korea took stock with beams/
into the jungle, rok tripped a rumble,
50 cal trip flare on the spot with the trouble/
2 men on rooftop took stock with rigging,
caribiner stuck thompson left sitting above autom-mated 50 caliber anti-man spitting/
knife unsheathed baze deftly splitting,
firepole the gutter downspout hand to hand killingz/
tatted lightening bolts, after the tertiary plan,
willingly
sat in ant hills thru the pain, tread water for days and/
wait for submarine to breach then saved. man/
waves.
skin pealed off the necks of the brave..
lost the mission on some earlier days needed documented page/
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Location: Bay Area Underground | posted Monday, September 03, 2012 6:53:27 PM
Songs that hv value, songs to excite hen houses/
Murders like huh? And real street fear/
This is not a game, Im too old to play around kids/
Triggers lubed up, bud bitches soundscan tiers/
Too much work, harness millions buy a year/
Of my time to climb, through skys roof and stear/
War stories boys to men, lost in govt toy story savage or dead/
Wuts the application u suggest? Why u spillin those visions?/
Is it suppose to impress? I would uphold you yes/
If we got on but how to?, wuts up ya sleeve who found who?/
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Location: no. i will troll softer. | posted Tuesday, September 04, 2012 10:27:28 AM
no man, not trying to impress,
trying toshare real shit, that sits on my chest/
trying to bless, beats that i make,
with real songs, easy to take/
to heart, this art is a start to my ending,
ive always written for me, not to be friendly/
i just want to breathe clear, why try to constrict,
why question the motivation behind every script/
im producing a lot right now, so you should hold tongue,
because you drive me to build more, so i guess whats done is done/
a motivation is all you will be,
why try to posture on the freeform when its clear that you feel me/?
really, id probably be making private film scores,
for jim jarmusch flicks to premiere at the fillmore/
but instead i just hear more, and attempt to fullfill more,
that which you think is me,
and thats ok for now,
i think if its going to happen at all,
itll be driven by shapeless, i am just an artisan/
i cannot confuse my freedom, for a schedule of completion,
already to behind in my tasking, tardy beyond speaking/
my vulnerability is stronger than the stoic,
and many of you knew it in the sharpened exact moment/
i scraped you to the bone with, ease and forgiveness,
while you burn incessantly, im just pleased to be in this/
something to do, instead of raw creation,
a tradeoff of tickets, standing by at the station/
so, i patience, and virtue, never meant to hurt you, this music is heard too, regardless of the curfew/
regardless of the ages, regardless of the strength held within each of these gaurded sages/
they will play this,
or forget this,
and i bet this stays on pages/
for eternity, and if not its not hurting me,
its just more words to be...
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Location: no. i will troll softer. | posted Tuesday, September 04, 2012 3:49:20 PM
a lot.
let me try this.
cry in this, my heartbound book of dope shit,
yall lost the lockets to the pocket full of stones in,
activity, while i stay in atonement for the runes I have written,
yall stay in tombs from the tomes you have spitten,
weaklings, genetic shallow end swimming,
darwinian waiting room, exhale at the ending,
you stay in swimming class, ya bilge is gassed and emoting,
yall structural integrity is fissured cracking and eroding/
backpedal the fuck out of here slowly,
yall tried my first nerve,
fried while i gift wild, yall spit like sick birds,
regurgitated turds into the mouths of your babies,
while i rancid like rabies mouth lickin foam shots like im crazy,
yall write about nitwit shit like chrome glocks ya usual suspects,
ya kevin spaceys couldnt face me if you was a golden wrist watch,
ya shits blocked, yall got constipated speech,
thats for saga sphynx, the one that almost breached,
the colony before it heard of me, thats shapes shit, word to me.
this is internet burglary, fin to catch a vet murdering,
any motherfucker that run up wondering why they never heard of me,
smile they never worried g, they breathe easily thru the filter,
yall bitches looking pretty, kiss me thru the speaker.
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Location: BayShore,NY,USA | posted Monday, September 10, 2012 2:41:42 PM
I guess for the sole reaason of a written.. its good.
But you couldnt spit this with a good flow.
You need to work on your rhyme scheme.
Example.. when you started
the second bar, at the word river, it should of rhymed with passion..
like ... I think i lost the drive to write with any passion.
let my dreams fade away, mother fuck rapping.
And honestly I found it very boring.
I couldn't read the whole thing.
But this subject to me is rediculous
I hate feeling bad for myself.
Thats just dumb IMO
But never stop man.. keep working HARD
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