Remember the days I'd write a rhyme then you'd come over I'd spew it
The vaguest haze despite the time that I put on to this stupid
******* hobby, but it's not hobby no more now coz the truth is
I'm ******* useless without this ******* hip-hop ******* clueless
no excuses for what you did, thought we were whole and I knew I was right,
we were a hole, and now we are through it and I'm a hare away from this rabbit hole I could sink to it
but for now I'll sing to it, and for the record I sold my soul to the music, you knew if I go vinyl I won't spiral spin off of the truth, I was the only player that turned the tables over to you and...
The first day we clicked I snapped to the tune
you pressed play, played me the punk that's the rock in your shoe
you say **** opens your eyes to the fullest, covers the lies you must not have had an ounce of the truth
coz though we clicked I still think holding you to it was a mistake, it's great, I'm glad I can't get a hold of you stupid, little ***** ******* ***** I told you I'd do it, you were my home and my homie I hope you're homing in two a tearin apart-ment to be a lying no gooder and I'm the only one that wanted you to thrive in the booth, we clicked your clique's supposed to have your back but I turned my back too fast I must be breaking or just tearing in two, we weren't viral we're supposed to be sharing our views but the clicks stopped you left my back like spinal synovial fluid. If only you knew, just how much I felt closer to you, I'm supposed to be blue, but if could sea through, the ocean you were drowning into, the river you were crying is fuel and the dock-you-ment was filing in two.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
Disgusted and dazed sick flustered triggered fuss in his brain
big buzzard in range, big buzz in the range fist clutched this gun's just combusted in flames this must be a twisted **** in a rage coz girls spun whirl slupms 12 swirls on his ****
disfigured lumps legs busted hands cuffed in a cage
straight outta the gate, the gateway drug's gateway's shut for a minute
system's corrupt if I build gates I still win doughs in this *****
the man's trust has escaped,
but the **** runt ran flustered
spazzed stunned and submitted
"You clapped **** you had my freedom in your hands for a minute"
the man's drunk plans flunked
he's ****** up as it is
He's too stupid to hear his music career's in the toilet
your jam won't get you **** to eat if you jammed musturd in your plate.
It's the fact that all the ******** runs stoked and it hides
the alcohol's a tool kit that helps him open his eyes
Rum's just how he sees the truth, the real life truth serum
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
I'm odd and this is my face
tripods hate n despise me
my smile has you looking sideways
frightened, camera's cut off when I'm in the light ay?
demeanors that make you look white-faced
I've got fake scars
the non white face joker that plays the race card
coz I'm not scared to play a fool
or maybe I'm just playin the fool
there's no right way to get fame fuel
so you lose yourself in the dreams and drool
It's a scam in my mind's brain
nothings planned so I'm delighted sayin
the only thing that I might've aced
is a clubbed heart from a blunt *****
bad hand dealt man, I must say.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Takin these precedent matters
As if the president matters
breakin, steppin flaking their faces
and they're bracing their *****
a ludicrous scene here
a bleeding sound that gushes
junior or senior
I'm jerkin till they beLEAVES
I'm beating round the Bushes
'til this fiend's moral is mushed
I'm not eating pounds of kush
but I'm exhausted I wanna hit the hay, so how could I stop beating round the Bush?
Sick of seeing Nick Clegg too so I guess the scenic route is brushed (get it?) XD
This is a message to peasants thinking 'the leaders allowed to push'
I've got addresses I'm addressing this to he that's bound to push
that button that's dressing the lady earth with foul and thus
destroying the planet infact it'd leave a trillion thousand sqooshed
just toying with aftermath has been body count that's flushed.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
The common heat of the rare cold,
human discovers me in a bare mold,
I, feel as if there's a candle
held, hell freezes coz I can dull
my, feelings,
and I am drawn, into the art that I can't draw
and the start was the last straw
I fell apart at a **** draw.
And to this day I still can't draw
quick, gun's jammed when my jam's on.
flick, lights back to the band that's on.
I wanna fight back but my backs to the **** wall
Coz for pete sake I see these days,
when MCs say their energy's drained
there's no leeway
I'm Bruce Lee
no easy way,
so I fight to keep the success stronghold, long road a ******* freeway.
But I feel like I wanna bail from this crime scene
I'm coz I'm in jail for these rhyme schemes,
And I'm sick of breaking these bars down
so for now, that's a wrap and I'm screaming.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC