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Max Neumann Nov 2020
tizz is an uncle, bro and dem richez
i was born viciouz, but always had visionz
a young boy used to build bridgez
between black and white, peace and fight

dreamy adolescence, i spit out whole heavenz
wit my divine essence, all dem "lyricis" be jealouz
but dey just "so called", cause dey so old
tizz grew cold, so not any of dem amateurs won't grow old

i'm so cold, i freeze, **** and stay, then i eaze among dem geez
we live in codez like secret service, dealin' wit burnaz
quick learnaz, sick and sane, our skin is thick,
we don't feel pain, black lion's mane, heaven yeah

no expression can illustrate tizzopish aggression
pay attention! watch out for dat other direction
receive my blessin', kneein' between me and the destined
it's battle rappin', it's slappin' againzt all of ya actin'

friendship versuz rush, some peepz start to blush
when you remind them of valuez, like some bad newz
i'm the man whose bad moodz be legendary, like a legionary
dealin' wit whatz necessary, cause i was born predatory

find tizz shinin' in the mornin' glory and rhymin' a story
readin' diz is mandatory, just anotha category,
stolen from the laboratory, ****, am i now swollen,
and all-in like all-night, alright, feed em just a small bite
The Global Family.
Raps presence future and the past
None could last once my nines blast
Easily I prepare the task take a sip of the flask
Hennessy thoughts shattered like glass true class
Act breakin' new jacks with they wack tracks
Dispose my wickedness once I get a taste of sickness
Demons manifested once the beat selected
Melanin activated others calibrated mad cuz I made it
Dues I paid it rhymes laid it
perfect
So smother it with harmony
And lay bones
So ya know I'm ****** prone all alone
I stand against the stardoms of the chosen squadrons
Sargeant major of the ceremonies mic master
Before and the after the disaster
Soon to blast ya
****** fluids out in the open losing hope and
Snipers mentality scopin' ya eyes wide open
Now ya gotta bloated gut from.the cut
Just giving up the the the what???


A spawning menace cold thrills like Dennis
Yo who in this? Money stacks tremendous
So hataz suspicious girls shakin' *** ridiculous
Finna back up got the nine back up
Ain't talkin' about guns
Of ammunition
Just a lustin' gratification so change ya stations
If ya hatin' ain't no fakin' all in the makin' shakin'
Up my foes with speeding bullets hole
Thoughts froze body in a permanent pose I suppose
Ya choose a new route I'm painful as foot gout
Watch ya mouth I be an heir to the south
Third coastin' stay in a slow motion with the syrup potion no overdosin'
Keep eyes on thee diss harder than Kool Moe Dee
True emcee huh the lyrical wrestler pain injector
A freight train so I'm deadening ya
Close ya eyes for the final
reel ending your earthly mass appeal
From the lyrics that hit like steel in ya grill
No flaws on my self watchin' my health plottin' on enemies in stealth...
Michael Jan 2011
Roll me over
check my pulse again
I have just checked my email box
it was empty then
I went to cogitating
about the whys and whatz up now
that I think I litteraly went and had a cow

Roll me over
am I dead
my eyes fixed
looking straight ahead
consternated by the thought
how hard it is to write a page
to your dear old dad, your brother, your friend
you know the son of your Mother?
the guy you grew up with
liked the stuff he wrote
or was it he liked what you had wrote
and that you had grown up too


Roll me over
don't check my pulse
I don't care anyway
I opened up my email
it was empty again today.
Make this song cry fill the skies eyes of millions ol' souls ties
Into my rhythm of blues leave multiple clues glues
The every naysayer players straight hellraiser wings a blazer
Watch for gods taser soon to be shell shocked glaciers
Of ice sitting nice on my crown 72 center central point
Anoint all my enemies feel my soul glow black rock n roll
Gangsta stroll bang harder than Kid Rock check the knocks
From deaths door there I lays on the floor looking for war
Corridor broke the earth's shore my wings flying *******
Linked up with my past spiritual blast gold tilted cask
King tut mask built for early death stage razzmatazz  
Cradle born in the devils manger everyday new dangers
Facts is stranger than fiction break jurisdiction intuition  
Sitting deep than ocean waters watch for sirens daughters
Sing a note burn a smoke **** inhales no chokes locs
Out on every corner new mourner sun glazed skin sauna
Piranha my critics break bad habits with mental tablets
Sixty six commandants worn as a pendant superintendent
Grims next door neighbors been quoted off bad behavior
I'm in need of a savoir tryna get a new styling flavor
But I cant shake the pain that leeches to my brain
Same ol thangs so many still doing the chicken wangs
Since I'm mortal cant double dutch that's why my souls in a crutch
Still feeling the pain off of forty year reign Solomon chains
Demon orings like the rain that stings and let chaos bring
Eye for an eye tooth for tooth let the realness chip my tooth
Son of the dead God why cuz the living god want us to fry
**** the novices I cut the diamonds the freshest golden eye
Let the trigger fly see the needles flow through a cathedral  
Hatred of evil back again sitting on my throne cleansing sins





Ever since I took my first breath cant shake the faces of death
Every step I take every move that I make it's like a heartbreak
Stakes between the real and the fakes jakes to the snakes
Hiding in the grass I mash the gas let my conscious visit the past
I had a vivid dream flashback of beautiful Neshelle dwell
Resting her beautiful body in a shell saw myself as well
Round tables no cables holding up though it may seem like fables
To the average humans that label spiritual Bethlehem  
Covering the bloods of the lambs its slaughter of the ******
Babylon been waiting for the slam cant dodge the mayhem
War spread spears through men's and womens heads bred
A lion's feast leased from the belly of the beast no retreats
See the great kings and queens that seat in the universe
I rewrite the verse that was made inside of a curse whatz worse?
Being born into death? Or the opposite of positive
Negative made to enslave the wages of humans sins
Made amends to the carnal minds and souls of the living
Gr8Ryzyngz Jul 2018
Mid morning Awakeningz to the sounds of drops on windowz amidst the angst of longitudinal infliktionz Rizing inching cruelly intended pleazurez deep in the spiral bindingz of a twisted spirituality preyz after praises of prayers headz held so high needz no occasion to rize yet and still motionless jirrations yeildz explosive erruptionz of spazmatic proportions. All contraktz signed eyez dotted and Teaze linez. I need you to tap my epicenter and tell me whatz at the core of my reigning? Do you mind me singing while you stroking? Aye Great Rizingz, water is wet when itz raining. Muah!!!
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2020
a mongrel breed of... davy jones' theme...
and something from...
conspiring with... a hellraiser: music box...
in between these... and...
     none... of these...
and as ever...
all that... within the practical english...
of some sort of an assurance...
crippling the "lad" from essex...
            the desires to scream
impromptus...
allocating all that matters
as making a napkin
of a punctuation:
or the reverse... you partied:
i would be cited:
no go...
                no go not because
it was:
bull-whip-and-boring-crap...
sort of an: "affair"...
           that party soon turned up
as having its party-shorts...
sodden... with devolving
into: overtly-impressed...
roller-skating vigilantes...
assortment of batmans 2:0...
'two-point ohs":
hardly the ratio...
            well done: cheerio... *******
& anon.
         here, i... to grieve...
the sound of... creaking:
measured... widths and lengths of
wood!
     begone! for what "good"
could ever... "happen"...
this is no other friday, nor the 13th...
nor "good"...
            this be... "the friday"?

what god makes himself:
repugant... annually? or for that matter...
what demigod...
no longer once a year...
but: for... every... single... *******... year...
since!
until... somehow... that payot grows
an eye... at the end: tip-off a zappa
far right congregation: "well done"...

concert: a trumpet was about
to be smuggled in...
a kangaroo... was... limerick in
limbo... for the pouch...
the confines of being: sentimental...
the Congo... this...deity of Cain...
this...
          shadow teasing crescendo...
O! what... norms are to be
kept intact.... and all those...
to be later bound to having been...
excavated...

silence is my worship:
silence is my crown...
silence is my jury...
silence is my "agony aunt"...
              little late: come the boom!
i die: my glorification of relief...
i leftover.... boliersuit...
iz whatz we make cull of...
the... retards at the shooting lounge
of limp-**** hard-ons...
there's this... seance of erotica...
that... has a knife:
because it always wishes for a limp ****!

patriot of the 22 January 1863...
i've seen the thieves...
the photographs taken...
        a woman is to be compensated...
one is running cresendos
of rolling hamsterwheels in her head...
another is...
making details of scourging:
from a details in picture into a word...
because: of what: is a ghost...
to be fathomed as: somehow... a detail?

i do want to see h'america...
the h'america of cain...
                no other!
america is the playground of cain's spawn:
son of sam...
       david copperfield...
catcher in the rye: sort of leisure activity
worth of *******...

              CA-IN!
your little affair with: h'america:
the disney the anti-thesis ofSiberia...
       give me the grizzly bear first...
then equip me with a kissing through
to a killing spree: sort of equipment!

then... only then...
call me... retardo: espressro: limbo-fucktardo:
sr.! o'k'avvie?!
**** 'ebrew hoarder...
what excuse is there: for a "minority"...
given the existence of israel?!
i see none...
and in seeing none...
is that: auschwitz: tel aviv welcomes you?!
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2020
so much for view counts...
when... you find... more pleasure...
sieving 2 tonnes of soil...
than... writing your abysmal best...
for some...
competition...
with... wait... who's in charge?
of the poetryfoundation.org?
well... old news...
willard bunn III...
    henry bienen... "resigned"...
oh now i'll be watching...
gone with the wind...
like some ******* secret a-class
*****... like some: ******...
like... requiem for a dream...
             like caligula in the face:
malcolm mcdowell...
i never liked: gone with the wind...
more a ben-hur fan...
barbara! oh... barbra: streisand! oosh!
and effect...
i'll be watching gone with
the wind till the wind don't take me
but lazy thames: might...
**** it... gone with the wind
marathon... one movie x 4...
will probably equal...
the whole harry potter and twilight saga...
well i don't think it's funny...
given... Hattie McDaniel...
nigh-eerie-***** was an uncle tom
after all... h'along...
didn't work 'ard anough!
cots the cradle and cotton the *******
spinning "oops"...
                    about time to stop caring...
i cared once...
bash up: prop'ah punk limbo...
   and the youth can read
the same trash elsewhere
on brick walls and their grafitti hierogylphics..
not mine...
oh sure... well... the movie film critics
were always...
not-circumcised ******...
hard to match up to a pleasing
palette of the aesthetically pleasing: prunes:
last sauced... for the edible...
   coz danzig and world war two
vil alwayz be like: whatz-everz...
             cotton picked: no coal mine: mined...
the slam dunk!
leave that to the slavs:
the albino nigh: oh gee...
no carry bone-ant-and-bean-pop do...
  paid for nothing:
kamikaze!
If rumours.
Yeah rumours were my evidence
Than you were.
Nothing short of seconds
In my memory.
Knew her.
It was droplets on my everything
I've come to fall. Like. Kings of old.
And wars forgotten by the centuries.

Hey. Can you stand to truth.
Hey who's the first to shoot.
Can you love. Him though
Not knowing of.
Any thing other than.
Anything other than
He's a nother man.


If lies were all you knew.
Would you hunt.
And seek whatz true?
In your dreams.
A love so few.
Have from a nother man
Knowing nothing other than
Me and you.

— The End —