you got "Aes Rock lyrics printed on a paper plane".Originally Posted by Venomonology
I've got my lyrics imprinted on a raven's brain.
a dark heretic with smart rhetoric that harms therapists.
if it's "vincent vega blood rush".. your ma'sell'us it.
I put in time to rhyme with an "instant nature".
I feed on the weak like a beast in an infant's manger.
you're known to be no "dragon".
opposed to the flow? ..salmon.
you've got "random acts",
I've got plans an' traps.
I ain't "come to save the dame"; ..hunters bait the prey.
I've come to change the game, I've come to pave the way.
"labor days".. word is born..
best check what you work towards.
See-V's-a weak reader..
no "CV" if he don't 'see-visa'.
I'm like a street sweeper, cleaning up victims.
I "need irrigation"..? just need to ditch him.
he's getting outshined but he should've "predict"ed..
like I sketched Ven' diagrams of facts that eclipsed him.
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you know if you hit me I'll hit 'straight back'.. like chiropractice Originally Posted by _SBU
my rhymes murder, your rhyme's mierda.. find the spanish
if your lyrics are "imprinted on a Raven's brain", I'll quell the thoughts
I'm 'rapping at your chamber door'; think you're better..? - 'nevermore'
your 'darkness' is heartless, your artistry's carcassed
while you harbour bad karma, I'm fathering stardom
"change the game"? I hope your ladder has some fair rungs
but 'hit a snake' & you know it's back to square one
best check what I work towards? I think you're scope seems desperate
I 'seek-a serious' challenge while you dabble in 'low key legends'
you're "like a street sweeper", efficient when on duty
I'm like a dream weaver, visions sketched of beauty
outshined? .. doubt lies in his mutterings
'Chris is down loads.. - still buffering'Last edited by Venomonology; 02-01-2013 at 11:00 AM.
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folsom, you're false son.. stop gossiping Originally Posted by sirfolsom
you "kept blunts in botany"; .. I kept blossoming
my propaganda falls? have a proper gander
your thoughts form in chronic languor
"rampid @ss clappers"? .. delay the applause
your forced plays break slavery laws
your cadence is flawed.. at best.. (refine first)
& half your verse is just stretching MY wordsLast edited by Venomonology; 02-01-2013 at 11:02 AM.
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Alright if we’re talking anvils
And Acme Supplies
To Wile E. Coyote,
who always fails
And cannot not prevail
Like you each time
You drop a line
These rhymes are not outlined
IN the Venn diagram
Where the circles overlap,
About those who have talent
You outside the box
an outlier
Keep denying it
But how long can ya
Because it obvious-er
Than Vincent Vega
On the shittah
So don’t forget,
You areTravolta
And I’m Bruce Willis,
Comin’ to kill ya -
big mistake, I'll "hit a snake" and spill venom. Originally Posted by Venomonology
these weak sheep need me, I still shepherd.
I'm over the top, gone beyond his skill spectrum.
I see six cees here, seems he's still seventh.
he's lyrically lax, twisting the facts.. bring it from scratch..
"quell the thoughts"..? Qwel the thoughts.. a Typical Cat.
my rap's evolved, his standard's dulled,
I'mma leave T.B beat like a badger cull.
Tom B yourself..
not me as well.
tom knows his flow's borrowed. tom knows sorrow, don't follow.
tom owns cloned mottos. got your own venom? -then go swallow.
regard the hard bars with heart held in 'em..
my "ladder's "rung" bruv, but your cell' isn't.
bear up.. you know I've got "fair rungs"..
I throwaway bars like they're spare ones.
it's like I'm "back to square one" just to hunt there..
sum won't ever make any change like one squared.
'rave'n' claim you Poe'it..? "nevermore".
I'm deeper with linguistics.. 'cellar door'
you don't even fit a bit of resemblence...
when I'm deep with the rhythm- the pit an' the pendulum. -
evade the force when blades are drawn.. Originally Posted by Vouve
quit spitting "vincent vega" verses versus vega claws.
I'm past cartoons, my rap's more dope..
Wile e's just sayin'.. 'thats all folks'.
your stance lacks wisdom, ambition and rhythm..
I'm the hand and the hammer, an "anvil" an'-villain.
I'll tell you though, don't step too close,
I'm equipped with a tech like tetsuo.
you'll learn I'm through chillin'..and word to "bruce willis"..
but it's no action flick when I burn a few bridges.
I murder through lyrics, the pen's greatness bends sabres..
the text's dangerous, kinda like the bible but less famous. -
Originally Posted by sirfolsom
I get bitten and each scar's a badge of honour..
can't wrap tight so you're not an "anaconda"..
these are stern terms, should've quit with his first verse..
"schooling the snakes"? he'll be feeding the earthworms.
you're not competition.. what? wrong decision..
split if I carry the nine like long division.
got "botany blunts" but you constantly crush economy stuff, not the quality buds..
this is actual natural philosophy bruv.. I battle rapped with ptolemy once..
"unthaw" once more..
I shine like the sun's warmth.
I'll leave him solar-rays..
that leave his soul-erased.
I hold a flame and roll to gates..
my blood's a substance cold as space.
if rap's slipped since its golden age..
I'll smash him for this culture's sake. -
Originally Posted by Venomonology
my thoughts are forming at this moment
your caught for ignoring your blatant atonement
just pause you fought with no form your a hopeless omen
trust is all you got n you rhyme mildly warm but think ur the chosen moment
above all, only a fool would choose lines slightly above norm to eye blink at golden ambrosians
ill stretch your empty words like a tatted armstrong
worth my while word for word I happen to be undeterred my pen arm's strong
your sketch went properly missing at the core your the missin ball on armstrong
you blossomed into half of one, that's half a fagg your time has already been smoked
play possom n end up in the trash , your bat shi+ out of the bag your rhymes are guano at pen stroke -
my anaconda dont wont none unless you got funds son Originally Posted by _SBU
sir is mixn a lotta puns and none are threats just spotty shot shotguns
wear a badge of donors and each bloodstain im through n threw it in the garbage
you shouldve paid attention to the verse i wrote for you dude 2 hard for you to dodge it?
I carry nine's like a cats life span, if its swag i put heroin in mine
I bury all kinds especially the chit chat kathy's who re jack jacked arrogance in lines
if you like long division Ill drag you behind a truck till you divide
Your on improvised provisions you lack any kind of luck till you kill ur pride
You shine like sun on shoulders so I know what you mean john denver
This Silly Boy's ALL mine like monica sippin on brandy bro your tastin my kimber
Im internally combustible, me breathing in humidity is even untrustable
Swim eternally in a fool's lust, hope you aint breedin humanity aint needin ur trojan subjectable
my soul was erased at birth
they threw the chance of saving away hedge fund worth
to hell I embellish the fans swaying like anchors aweigh- SUN meet the center of earth -
Surrounded by temptation
Heaven is an ideal, hell is right here waitin'
Sent a text to satan said thanks for invitation
But I live in hell on earth, see my life is demonstration
But I'm sure I'll see you soon, satan thanks for waitin'
They said be careful - rappin' all this blasphemy
But my name is on the waitlist to hell, when you go there just ask for me
"Is Quick here?"
"Yeah he's on his sixth beer just sit here, he'll be with you shortly
He's busy sacrificn' ponies and ****in' girls that portly,
But don't worry, he's the baddest man not alive - even satan's scared to short him."
Damn right - parents wish I was aborted
A sinner since birth
Spit on the doc's face and slapped the frickin' nurse
You heard of bad I'm worse, opponents already bought a herse
You ****in wee-man sissy stay here and hold my purse
What? Oh no, **** it let's go there
Hundred below there, ice cream and snow bear
I'm colder than the coldest, wiser than the oldest
But I got an awful tempor, or did you ****in' notice?
Greatest of all time, or at least one of the closest
Smile for every picture, middle finger for the poses
I screwed your ***** to death, and then I sent her roses
Forget all of you posers, every rap is bogus
Man
I don't even write rhymes that make sense
Like when the kid died at the ending of six sense
I burn weed without incense everything is nonsense
Like gonorrhea I just dripped in, just for a second
To kill these ****in' rappers, they lay delivered like a present
For the moment I am present, but in a flash I am gone, I am the man who wesn't.. -
i beat up lines call me ike beating tina while snorting in mid dial
i eat up mimes I mauled 3 like breathing in between emphysemas spit n only hear smiles
i pelt through dimes like kickin out FDR's wheelchair
I smell mold n burnt lines like richy pryor lightin himself on fire to make his skin fair
King of hell I fold urns n make hot mines where the iffy's are liars n fightin swells of damon's mires, shakin to know when the temp is at glare
This damn life is rude so im muggin time n sorry's just to occupy moments
This clan is butter n im a prude surgical knife cuttin mc holes I must notify all unworthy opponents -
you gotta earn a heart
or be my crash drummy stopped like Earnhardt
this is crash and burn time punchlines like smashing amelia earhart
dethrone princes barrera all whipped ahmed
its be known my hooks breaks steel into pencil lead
buncha unknowns take a look you brake at stencil marquees
I sware I see buncha models Rupauln male bond embracements
Im embarrased to be near goblins maulin stale mom's call you Kasey's statements
Im quite bare to stay clear like Precious joggin for bail bonds men replacements -
I hear a lot of talkin' and I've seen a lot of problems
Evoked from prejudice and when people to try solve 'em
They just make everything worse, sometimes I hate this earth
Cuz that innocent lil child who's mild and all smiles
Could grow up to be a bully or a victim of one's violence
And lash out with a rifle, these words are hard to stifle
I try to see the good but it's kinda been a while
I look down at my hands, my knuckles bruised and bloody
So many fights I lost, what they tried to take from me
Is deep within my heart, so even when it pours
Or I'm in a darkened hallway with only closed doors
They can try to ignore me but some problems ain't ignored
So **** these ****in' ******* who forgot what they stand for
I've never been a fake and I've never kissed an ***
Some people change who they are to try to pass a class
But I came up off the streets, now in higher education
That means I used to slang dro and now study presentations
The truth is finally here for all those sick of waitin'
All you faggot *** ******* who stay steady complainin'
And didn't work as hard as I did....
When we sinch the same goal tell me this CAN I LIVE?!
I would never jeopardize my life, just to prove a point
Or get some sweet revenge, just to end up in the joint
But I hear all they corrections, knowin' I'm on point
I choose to grin and bear it, I know life isn't fair
So much effort to make a stand and now I just don't care
If I saved every dollar wasted I'd prolly be a millionare
So many hours fightin', I shoulda turned to prayer
So many tears shed, for what just wasn't there
But I gotta look up, and I gotta keep movin'
Threaded through a stack of hay servin' as a lumen
Diamond in the rough, maybe super human
Candle in the dark, tryin' to illumin-
-ate what I can, want to be the man
Under all this pressure can you try to understand
I gave it all my effort, acknowledge it or not
The day I leave this earth, they're thirsty for my spot -
.Ego is like a dic in you, it keeps comen out your mouth
when you beleave what u perceive is true, its all your mind allows
.Nd its not like its encrypted, I **** on the de-Vinci code
Contradicted n conflicted you seem to be addicted to the things that you don't know
.gobbleling that ego, you need to swallow the nutty pride
Don't get it twisted minded fibel, I'm not a model or a guide
If you don't beleave in evil then you might be on its side
.who you tryna change, you wanna be the one who people worship
I don't think what you beleave is strange I just thinly that you reversed it -
Originally Posted by J_art
yo.. I'm known as mean an' lethal, yet I "don't believe in evil"..
your flows are seeming peaceful, but it won't redeem the feeble..
I'm known to free the people like death's grip, perfected..
its tight like the vice you're oppressed with.. accept it.
Great start.. but wait star.. stay calm.. train hard..
it's battle rap, catch the facts and make what you say harm.
I don't "encrypt", my ink-ripped scripts in-crypts and graveyards..
and I see through your righteous image, like stained glass;
I smash it.. if there's art in your heart it's the stray shards.
this weak sheep's attacks lack the impact to graze grass.
ey, I may blaze fast like flames sparked in hay barns,
and when I "get it twisted", I call that- j' art.
change the name, j' art, your lines aint smart..
at least, I aint believe it 'til the high grade's passed. -
you'll never "jeopardize-life just to prove a point" kid.. Originally Posted by quickill
like when a lesser leopard-spies-stripes and a feud's avoided.
you aren't bad when you're sat writing,
but you can't rap coz you lack timing.
I got Quick asking my permission, like, "can I live?"..
I'll live my life until "the day I leave this earth" and I'll be glad I did.
you take a "candle in the dark".. and make a scandal in the park..
my team of beasts are deep like I'm a vandal in the ark.
try to serve me beef- I'll be like cannibals in bars.
a "million-aired" out now, with no capital advance.
you get me Quick? no- slow.. raising a smile- but it takes him a while.
Quick's amateur when kid's facing a rival- like he's still facing arrival.
I aint a "diamond in the rough", more like I'm shining and I'm buffed.
if you're quick-ill it's just some virus in the lining of the gut.
I "grin and bear it", like, take my gin and share it coz "life isnt fair" kid..
fate's a fickle mistress but her sister death's the fairest.
you "came up off the streets".. please, you need not say.
life's my "higher education".. I even read on planes.Last edited by _SBU; 03-20-2013 at 02:57 PM.
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You speak like an accomplished thespian,
but It's an act like an un-licked lesbian.
On stage reciting my addictive testaments,
thats not said in jest as if to best a friend.
You confessed it, admit it, you'll commit theft again.
But did you tell _S of your sins? Folsom, Ven?
The rest of the club?
I admit, I do do loads of drugs.
But I don't do hugs or shoulder rubs,
I shrug my shoulders and rub out scrubs.
Dub throws rolled rugs off his shoulders
to roll down hills into rows.
Most that go, from blows, show blood
with toes exposed still in two rows.
Holes get filled with hole filled hoes
I've killed when I go rogue,
they beg with "stop"s, "don't"s and "no"s.
It dont stop , it grows, as u know.
Think I will? Why do you suppose?
Ive sawed-off snub nose steel
for those who pretend to befriend foes,
just to get in close and swallow bitten quotes.
Bring a pen for notes?
I sharpened a penny for your throat.
Pens bleed thru paper then clothes,
for spittin flows you didn't compose.
You'd come if I'd eat ya',
you claim u come here for ideas...
So I left, but I came back to I.D. ya'.
U know who u "R", I know who u "R" not.
Hitting MACK would be a hard 'nuff shot,
aiming for my back like a carbed up cop.
U got no a§§, but u "R" behind,.
Slow out da glass, catch up, like Heinz.
Ho€ without class? /\anessa fukn Hines!
These aggressive fukn rhymes
lack confection by design,
tactful direction in straight lines.
A to B u hungry thief, R to /\ indiscreet,
fuk z's, and fuk sleep!
Drop your jaw in disbelief?
Or is it open to bite and eat?
Drop your draws, show us a piece.
I'll drop mine, and fuk peace!
I'm pist u raped the motif.. u love it? Now I'm more mad!
You've no heart no blood flows to read, just an opened thorax.
I told u before I stay low key, but not under doormats.
I'm bringin fire, fuk low heat, like I'm son to Thors dad.
Combust what I touch with a demonic feel.
Set a blaze to your attempts with diabolical will.
Same as sun rays focused thru a monocal will.
I'm a phenomenal thrill, your outcome, canonical still.
Youve been tapped like a rave's end, not even one pill.
"/\ouve's never more!", cried a raven, atop my easement sill.
Rapping the pane as I explained, she never did, never will.
I've been rapping the pain, awaiting scales to tilt.
It's all in vain, I alone own the guilt.
Murderous blood in my veins, not suicidal but I should be
killed.
If I slit my own wrist, is it not a murderous deal?
No, I'd just purge the system a little,
pre-vent, blood never spills.
Id prevent blood curdling shrills
cuz I'd immediately heal,
you're intermediately skilled.
It's a butchers Mic I wield,
buried in your skull to the hilt.
I'm in there, burning flames once again,
I've no care for fame, I find fun in revenge.
Autograph your thoughts, not your lacking tits b¡tch,
I don't use a pen, I ice pick it.
Your tapped, pourin my draft out your eye spicket.
U protest your flowless hoeness, nice picket.
I show this grotesque dopeness, my writes depict it.
U disect it, what /\ouve rants she's shoplifted.
U tweek on my lines while u tweak on lines,
u feel me, but can't reach my kind.
While I've breached your mind,
and u see dub B's divine.
I can teach the blind to see behind Venetian blinds,
if we eat and dine on the weak that whine at least by 9.
In sweet time, they'll relax, recline, sit back, unwind.
Free their minds, then free their sight from binds,
they read binded sheets of rhymes to see beasts arrive.
Satan's seed feeds on tears and cryin, greets fears with a"hi"
while smilin n sippin a corona, no salt no lime.
Your persona's derived from mine,
your raps "R" merely benign.
I reform pu§§y§ if it takes lives times 9,
I perform pap smears with knives
These mere felines see r O B's a G! Y Nvite him,
excite him, entice him, to commit vendetta crimes?
Leave B to his own device, to devise /\anessa Hines' demise.
Treaty? No, take my advice and speak less than mimes.
I'm revolting, repulsive, I boast this with compulsive
conviction
Lightning bolt spit stops pulses, come get some.
Chosen scripture predicts your inevitable submission.
U stay tapped, please, your dry rap could wilt trees.
In fact, its a wrap resembling the King Tantamani.
I fatten the seas, feed cyclones, send tsunamis,
flatten cities to your level like undone origami.
Your rap is iffy, why you ever begun to try is beyond me.
"Try" was loosely used, u applying effort would be alarming.
I'm not happy to see u, this bulge be guns of armys
Sirens'd lose to jets overhead droppin bombs not mockery,
Sirens choose the weak, youre lost at seas with self proclaimed noteriety.
Firing loose cannons defeat your posts, /\ concede, and say no to writing....Last edited by ROBBMACK; 03-23-2013 at 08:28 AM.
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maybe its because your female that i'm neither offended nor impressed, not anti-feminist but with that pretty mouth i most confess
down south then to the kitchen quit your *****ing n undress, feeling upressed? depressed, stressed your life is a mess
maybe your on you menstrual cycle, pain in your chest, tenderness that i can help you with maybe by sucking on your breast
then ill be a part law and order too, svu not sbu like you
special *****es unit is it? is olivia part of the crew? yeah, my *****es watch it too
**** being educated,bush made it to president and then got reinstated,
so quit your bickering like a lunatic you dumb trick, pull out my ****, and dont go easy on me with that death gripLast edited by J_art; 03-23-2013 at 01:07 AM. Reason: forgot the "go"
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Originally Posted by ROBBMACK
My "testament" all states that I'll test-a-mental state.
you went to make the claim, but it never meant the same.
you're trite like I don't need to try to rhyme better..
my mind's fresher. I "apply effort" at my leisure.
my life's like an uphill climb to find happiness..
you "do drugs" and go "down hill" to the valley-um.
Whatever I do, I do with honour..
I "defeat posts" like I was the unibomber.
I'd kill a hundred calmly, and I don't need "guns of armies";
I'm so O.G I don't need Macs.. I run Ataris.
if I act like I like your performance.. "an accomplished thespian".
I'm heavy as Mack trucks, your stuff's just pedestrian.
I'll smash this Mac like I just crushed a pentium.
you're not as sick as Quick', just rushed developments.
you asked me to diss a specific chick? ..damn, no.
you're a "wilted" sunflower since you saw Van' Go.
now you know how a dose of your own feels..
you were crushed by Van', now you're kinda like roadkill.
this villain is Van'quished, his lyrics are tragic.
I got inside Van' and delivered the package.
Ay, I a'ppall bare' rhymers; ..I hold the caskets.
I "don't do shoulder rubs"; I do shoulder barges.
just battle and stop with the amateur drops;
..wrapping it up, like a Rag-n'-a-rock.
If you're "son of Thor's dad", you know it's it's war fam..
I'm owning your plans; I'm 'Owed-in' all that.
if you aint pay me dues soon, I'll give you a week here..
then I'll leave a horse's head in the bed as you Sleep-neir.
I'm running through, sonning you; now you're grounded for talking on flawed topics..
further yet, burn the texts; you'd only make cash from the ash- like Norse prophets.Last edited by _SBU; 03-23-2013 at 01:53 PM.
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calling me a "lunatic"? I'll son you like the moon's eclipse. Originally Posted by J_art
you're on the c*** but better watch for the fox on the rooster crib.
I aint "female", see, the theme's male..
but word is born and it seems you're pre-natal.
seems you're sweet as confection, we ain't need a "confession"..
you're chatting breeze, my flow's hot and current as convection.
nah I aint got a single sin to "confess", this isn't villainous threat; it's the will to protect the wit of the text.
see, my skills are adept.. I flip but but still I sit and reflect as I scribble script and address the will to progress.
riveting filler kid..
"bickering"? you missed a bit.
if this is simply "bickering".. it's like the boot simply bickers with the worm;
like the noose bickers with the perp'; like the dew simply bickers with the thirst;
like new roots bicker with the earth; like a flume of flame's cinders bicker with the burnt.
your shine's like loot ridden of its worth, hidden in the dirt, and it isn't a concern.
