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Styles Oct 2014
Mess with me
Your his story
lowered down
I'm the sickest around
Pound for pound
Imma triple crown
Puting these cats down
These haters frown
I break'em then I
strip'em down
Like scrap metal
I compound
My mind limitless bound
Spit faster than sound
My hommies don't play that
Don't mess with clowns
In their cap and gowns
Romona Hardy Jul 2013
I am not here
my existance is merly an illusion
im nothing but a body
who died worlds ago
im a walking corpse
who feeds off your pain
i breath nicotene
your melencoly is gasoline to my fire.
Ever so gently i run the scaple along my face
in stragatic places
i peel back my skin
like a mime i change faces
i am not me
all that remains to be seen
is the rementants of a former self.
With a needle and thread
i stitch on a smile
a lie i always wear
as the pile of lies keeps growing.
I hear his voice taunting me
i see his manapialive eyes in mine
everytime i look into a mirror
darling come closer
and tell me who you see.
SELORM DEKU May 2015
It's freaky late
We feign ate
Boring chats we're eating
With boredom as the spice
Hoping tomorrow would be pay day
I'd say no more
Only than i'm a second banana

That thought
,
Thought of being a second banana
Not to any other but the one i dream
l stopped dreaming and saw reality
T'was real life with bad breathe
written to aid sleep when I was sleepless
BLitZeD Feb 2016
BIRTH OF AN ANG3L

To keep it real "G"
Any ***** can get it,
I be that ***** that you see dog rocking the fitted.
Sitting with a bottle just chilling an sipping,
I don't give a **** about you,
but ya *****, ya best believe, that I will ******* hit it.
The coke, the ****, the pills, everybody knows that I will ******* flip it.
Ask your hommies dog, they'll tell you just how I kick it,
And when it comes to the gat,
you know imma be the first ***** to load that clip in.
**** that **** back, fire one round ,aim just sick with it.
Leave you on the ground twitching,
With your jaw just spitted and ya dome just dripping.
So step the **** back ******,
Its ******* like you that keep my trigger finger itching.
//
An you know that bullets got so much pull to it your bound to get hit.
One in the front an one to blow your back out a bit, *****.
* BLitZ3D *
Hit the ground so you don't get slumped.
because when you hear that sound, it means the 12 gauge is pumped.
Double barrel get you buried, early funeral.
**** it,
Get the students too,
Columbine,
Watch them run an hide.
Pray to the sky just to find out your GoD is a lie.
Switch that G to an A and you got a ******* Angel inside.
Ferocity of a Bangle with stripes.
50 cal. the velocity's tight.
Once you in sight, ain't no point for resistance,
Despite the distance there is no missing the extinction of your existence.
For instance,
Night terrors caused by night vision make insurgents split second decisions clouded by thought of them envisioning my ballistics incisions coloring there face crimson.
While explosive rounds burn there repulsive frowns up-the-****-side-down.
Scramble to keep there insides in,
but burn from the inside out.
Outcomes always vertical,
Bodies buried down

STORY OF AN ANG3L

He can catch it,
Steel from the ratchet,
Trim his top, **** a tomahawk, Gimme a hatchet,
Maybe a rusty ax, Some gas, And a box of matches,
Add in a Jason mask an ill show you some sad ****.
This is the death of another tag,
Tag ripped
like a soul from a body, sooo...

I'm no longer a SoLDjA,
No longer a GHOSt,
Not even BLitZ3D,
This is OM3Ga AGG3L0s,

Grab the bull by the horns because I got horns like a bull.
Just missing the right side, it was ripped from my skull.
I bear the scares of a warrior, earned in full.
If the horn ain't enough, check the bent up halo.
I play 4 both sides , Stand tall and Creep low.
Quick to burn threw ya, an slow smoking a O.
Always been Alpha, I liked to play that part.
Now i'm out-casted, a choice made in my heart,
Because if u think for a second that bravos made a move,
You didn't stand  a chance from the start.
Every things been planned out.
I dug my own grave an covered it with a ******* tarp,
Only move your making is one into a trap,
Jeronomo
a precaution, to cover my tracks.
A hunter cant hunt whats hunting him back.
The classic story of how opposites attract.

An when your attacked,
Like a zombie to a Hashin,
A cat to a rat,
A bat to a rat.
A gangster with a bat to a rat,
22. through the black to land in the back of the rats back for ratting behind your back like a rat,
Call that echo location,
An that rat bagged up in the trash, dispatched naked to an undisclosed destination

DEATH OF AN ANG3L**

I'm Isis
Sike kid
I'm just righteous
All through the night my minds like this
I'm physic
That's right *****
Sights ****
See me within, the lights lit ,
BLitZeD in bliss
Omegas in the mist
Azrael in chains
But lets be real, there all one in the same
Yes, im sane, let me explain
One is like the Joker,
A pocket full of knifes,
The others like Bain
When he beat the **** out of the Dark Knight
Omega is the knife, the moment when Batman looses his life
Omega is the mask,  that regulates the gas just right
Azrael pushes the blade deep from the shade
The gas from within, he causes the haze
BLitZeD is the player, the one this game don't phase
The one that walks in like its nothing and sets the bomb under the stage
Three pieces to a puzzle, together they make the forth
Not until they come as one do you see who really holds the pitch fork
Death Of an Angel,
Take those words and contort
nick leduc Jun 2015
I curve my day to the end
I curve my life to make the ones i have happy
I curve my wrist to keep the job im barly getting paid to do

This world is filled with turns just like the jedi minds of the hommies that have fallen .. people who show disrespect .. ill just sit and dispise your ******* twitted *** as you sit and slang abit of coke .. i poke to see what your condition is .. just before i set out my dreams of making you croke like a toad .. and look out on the streets and just realize its a mass hyptnosis .. and pleed for help because the ones who say they run our lives .. are just as crooked as the ones who made them
john p green Oct 2015
Isn't it nice to know all?
Can you just imagine!
Start telling a story
With a crowd of friends
**** good memories too
And that one ends it for you
Yet was never even there
Then I toss out a farse
Just for ***** and giggles
And claim there beside you
Altough you went solo
In that farse which wasn't
And that one won't hesitate
Once I try forming a sentence
Will certainly be halfway cut off
Will appear out of nowhere
While hanging with my hommies
With no ticket in stow
If I could afford to I'd buy
Yeah buy that one an attention
Voucher
Brenda Nalugo Oct 2018
She said to me,
Its okay to smile,
Ts okay to cry
Ts okay to laugh out loud or giggle
As long as as your feeling a certain way..ts okay

Ts okay to feel lonely in the middle of a crowd..to feel like an outsider when seated with your hommies...its okay to need a shoulder, a pillow ,a cliff to shout off,
Ts okay sometimes not to be okay..
Sometimes you just need some one to say some words to lift u up
Tshepego Jun 2020
Sleeveless shirt on my wet back caused by the intense heat the sun is breathing out
Cutting corners on my bike riding, smiling and waving to the hommies smoking dubies
Dry mouth no vibe lip licking until until until until
Sadness all around the playground as I see kids building sand castles with no hustle
Skin too dark to tan might turn and burn
Rain the only option to cleanse my soul like a deep bore hole that’s been virginized of water from birth.
Yenson Jan 2022
Messrs Thimbles et Karens
are we too simple to know the difference
between the home-grown hommies
who you mark
from day one and scoop out their brains
leaving them as the dog beside the gramophone
listening to their Traders voices
stabbing and killing each-others as Traders plant and sow seeds
to divide, destabilize, disorganize and rule
this here ain't no home-grown
not bred to sit by your distorted archaic disreputable gramophones to jive to the ranting nonsenses of nonsensically wet Frosties
my ancestors rule towns
my siblings are men and women of letters with laurels
I was born in a free Nation
and wrapped in loving velvet
I was raised proper and I do proper things properly
I am not one of the tools variety
thimbles and Karens are tools who handle other tools
what's there about them not already known
what's there to overthink






As guest editor on BBC Radio 4's Today programme, Sterling sat down to talk with Three Lions boss Southgate.

Asked by his manager what advice he would have said to himself when he was 19, the 27-year-old said: "Come off social media, don't read anything about yourself.

"When I first came into the team, I was getting man of the matches.

"It was all nice - I was playing for England and really excited about that stuff.


"And then one thing happens and it's constant bad, bad, negative, negative.

"When you're putting this information into your brain, there's only way you're going to react.
"You're going to feel down about yourself, you're going to start overthinking. The one thing you don't want your brain to do as a human being - not just a footballer - is to overthink.

"I'd say stay away from looking at anything in regards to myself."

Sterling, Danny Rose and Callum Hudson-Odoi were racially abused by Montenegro fans in March 2019.

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