Zarex. Will be putting my rhymes here, please review

Goes with One Beer by MF Doom instrumental

Wake up in the mornin, feelin like ObamaNation
Can't remember last night, who brought the Haitian?
See unseen patterns when eyes go Asian
Bring back the silver standard, *****es lack patience

***** is fish, thinkin I did a rain dance
Umbrella at home, shuda kept it in my damn pants
Doper than ya sista's favorite crackhouse
Al Green like brus sprouts
No bouts, remove doubts

Take notes, I'm the cloud of the class
Brains 'hind the op, they shocked a black man upper class
Not that he smoke grass or failin to pass
Nevermind the intelligence, the flowers say it won't last

I sell pounds, end up at the back of lines
Rosa Parks mentality, I'm cuttin that white line
Like Julio, "I'm just tryin to arrive at the funeral"
End up revivin ppl like Jesus with SS numbers as usual

Copyright 5/27/11

E.Juneyah

Explanations will be added if needed. No watered down bullshit, need that serious critques so I can get betta

Call this one Cross

Spittin lines, maybe they'll transmute to gold
If not, someones gettin splattered 'fore they get old
I pay ur weak lines no attention
Label it as mexican brick and call posion prevention

My eyes are usually low, my mentality pretty high
Soon as I enter the room, u can hear all the sighs
Cuz they know imma cut through their **** like its school
Then deny em access, segregated pool

The truth is subjective so I tend to change the topic
Never one for code, so never focused on objects
You *****s don't come close like I'm decomposing slowly
Point is that I'm sick so you can't even try to fold me

I'm doper than sex with X trojans
Rhymes got u *****s stuck like its quicksand
Double meanings, littered round the hood like Coke cans
They just came to come, never thought they were true fans

[No chrous/hook, purist in tht sense]

The moon falls faster than my mood after a coke sess
So ****in hungry, creepin the night for MC flesh
Not a delicacy but hey its worth something
Keeps the survivors for thinking about writing

Me I keep em fresh like the coroner
The rhymes I mean, they gleen with the sense of importance uhh
Shits hotter than a summer down in the plantations of Georgia
Eatin all these rappers, no matter the flavor

Contracted to build the perfect cell
Reinforced bars just to make it seem like hell
Damned nearby rivers so the flow is sporadic
Like my killing spree, AA says I'm an addict

Purer than Fiji, emulatin the Fuher
Which means I'm an artist, paintin without any humor
The image is shaky as I speed down the highway
Checkin names off the list, wondering who to slay

Copyright 5/27/11

E.Juneyah (me)

Unlike the first one, came up with this on the spot. Reviews for both wud be nice. Any upcoming ones as well. No watered down bullshit cuz that won't help me

To Lemonade instrumental, by Gucci

Pale in comparison, I'm Vader, ya'll r Harrison
Armed to the teeth, put braces on the garrison
Leavin tracks in messes like dead addicts
So above average, my egos up in the attic

No messages, this rap is like ya cellular
King of the ****in game, y'all address me as sire
Handin tickets out to shows showin Lucy
Lines of *****es, guised as fans, all of which tryin to meet me

Victims tryin to see who can ****in screech louder
Im the last monster, Jef Dahmer
No choice, u last longer
If u step back and let the king conquer

Look, I'm come to beat, you weak MCs, English skills were gained last week
Gave the X to Malcom and raised the fist from her cheek
Staring like I speak Navajo, even made Gucci mane say Cold
How come he spits nice lines yet never crosses the finish line

Returned like Christ, identity hidden I'm pullin bank heists
Pretty nice, pretty nice, till I crush u with my pick of ice
Dark so I got no lice, Killin is my secret vice
So watch me stack the bodies like *****s be stackin chains of ice

Wrote this yesterday after I had some ATF and was listening to Orange Juice by EarlWolf. This is heavily influenced by them, infact I don't consider a rap cuz I used their flow, just an oppurtunity to see if I need to work on double meanings, metaphors, all tht stuff.
I wud love any feedback, both of my threads got none :C so idk
Hope u all at least like the wordplay and try to figure it out, I'm not rapping with a purpose until I'm confident I got the basics down

Originally Posted by Zarex

Goes with One Beer by MF Doom instrumental

Wake up in the mornin, feelin like ObamaNation
Can't remember last night, who brought the Haitian?
See unseen patterns when eyes go Asian
Bring back the silver standard, *****es lack patience

***** is fish, thinkin I did a rain dance
Umbrella at home, shuda kept it in my damn pants
Doper than ya sista's favorite crackhouse
Al Green like brus sprouts
No bouts, remove doubts

Take notes, I'm the cloud of the class
Brains 'hind the op, they shocked a black man upper class
Not that he smoke grass or failin to pass
Nevermind the intelligence, the flowers say it won't last

I sell pounds, end up at the back of lines
Rosa Parks mentality, I'm cuttin that white line
Like Julio, "I'm just tryin to arrive at the funeral"
End up revivin ppl like Jesus with SS numbers as usual

Explanations will be added if needed. No watered down bullshit, need that serious critques so I can get betta

I don't know How to say this but, I'm lost with this one.
Either you used hard to read subliminal metaphoric terms or your style came from the Aryan Brotherhood school of hip hop. You used different nationalities in stereotypical Derogatory ways I have never seen in a rap song. I hope you were not attending to sound that way on accident. The question is Why? Correct me if I'm wrong on this one. Please...
What The F*** Does this mean. Does anyone else think this? Or is it just me being Sk'nDeep

Look man...If I went off the handle on this one. I apologize. No hard Feelings. If so the only thing I can say is.... It’s not your fault....


You do show potential in some of these rhymes but like I said before. I am lost for words.

Peace Love Empathy

Sk'nDeep

To Pigions Instrumental, song by Earl

Tuned in for the classics
Lyrics dirty like glass ****
Leaving MCs coughin up like they passed it
Caught the flow like a deer tick

CDC says I'm too sick
So they logged on and say that there's nothin about it
They tell me I copped it, I claimed I was born with
The sickness that kills all I touch, King Midas

So answer the question
What do you do when I look your direction
And tell you I plan to blast ur *** with good intetions

I came here to show that I'm the bestest
That at my worst, the **** is spit is like abstesos
Causin death among those who resist and
No matter what ya say, dnt expect a helpin hand

I cruise first then proceed to come crashing through the wall
Kool Aid man ****, dnt think I dropped the ball
I shoot first, ask questions after the rubber rips
The elixir drips from my now cum covered black ****


Lol still just messing with the words. Like this one most in terms of lyrics

O I'm not tryin to be rapist, they are some double meanings. Point out which ones u are worried about ill explain them fully

O I'm not tryin to be rapist, they are some double meanings. Point out which ones u dnt understand/think are racist ill explain them fully
I know some of them are pretty subliminal, I'm trying to balance complexity and simplicity. Still new

Line 1 - "ObamaNation" was a name P. Diddy used for a short time, replace that in there and the line will be clear
Line 2 - Last Night is a song Diddy did with Kesha, the Haitian is a double meaning. Strong weed which makes me forget last nigh and the guy from heroes who wiped ppls memories
3 - Asians are sterotypically smarter, see unseen patterns. Also when you get high, eyes go low and u try to make sense of things that actually dnt make sense
4 - Silence is golden, duct tape is silver
5 - Girl is wet like I did a rain dance
6 - Its wet, I forgot my umbrella/condom
7 - For u guys who know chicks who like crack houses
8 - Al Green, bruss sprouts, All green weed
9 - I have no need to fight you, my lyrics will kill u
10 - I'm the top of the class, and the highest
11 - I'm the intelligent one, they're surprised I'm well off (like the DC Sniper and how ppl were surprised he was black)
12 - They aren't surprised I smoke and that I'm not doin too hot in school, sterotypes
13 - Smart like the main character from flowers from algernon, he loses his intelligence and they think I will lose mine
14 - Double reference. I'm the supplier yet I'm doing my own product. I'm a respected dealer but still don't can't get a good place in line
15 - Rosa Parks didn't give up her seat for the white man like it was required. Following her, I cut a white line (coke)
16 - I'm crossing the border in a hurry to get to a funeral
17 - Irony is I give my smuggled in people new identities with SS #s of dead people (Social Security)

Not an actual dealer btw, or a person smuggler, just made it for the song for wordplay
I hope I cleared it all, I did use some sterotypes but I will stop if u guys want and its that bad. Sorry

Ok you explained your self well young grasshopper no hard feelings. lol At first I was suprised you didn't have a Swastika for your avitar, j/k lol
I can see what you mean now. But at first glance, It seemed stereotypical and Derogatory. You have proved your self to be pretty good at using word play.
and for you to be new at this you show promising skills that could involve in to massive tallent. Keep dropping em..

Sk'nDeep

Thanks man, it means a lot
I'm glad its cleared up now, I appreciate the feed back tho
Ill try to explain myself again if I make a song that seems a lil Aryan lol

Originally Posted by Zarex

Call this one Cross

Spittin lines, maybe they'll transmute to gold
If not, someones gettin splattered 'fore they get old
I pay ur weak lines no attention
Label it as mexican brick and call posion prevention

My eyes are usually low, my mentality pretty high
Soon as I enter the room, u can hear all the sighs
Cuz they know imma cut through their **** like its school
Then deny em access, segregated pool

The truth is subjective so I tend to change the topic
Never one for code, so never focused on objects
You *****s don't come close like I'm decomposing slowly
Point is that I'm sick so you can't even try to fold me

I'm doper than sex with X trojans
Rhymes got u *****s stuck like its quicksand
Double meanings, littered round the hood like Coke cans
They just came to come, never thought they were true fans

[No chrous/hook, purist in tht sense]

The moon falls faster than my mood after a coke sess
So ****in hungry, creepin the night for MC flesh
Not a delicacy but hey its worth something
Keeps the survivors for thinking about writing

Me I keep em fresh like the coroner
The rhymes I mean, they gleen with the sense of importance uhh
Shits hotter than a summer down in the plantations of Georgia
Eatin all these rappers, no matter the flavor

Contracted to build the perfect cell
Reinforced bars just to make it seem like hell
Damned nearby rivers so the flow is sporadic
Like my killing spree, AA says I'm an addict

Purer than Fiji, emulatin the Fuher
Which means I'm an artist, paintin without any humor
The image is shaky as I speed down the highway
Checkin names off the list, wondering who to slay

Unlike the first one, came up with this on the spot. Reviews for both wud be nice. Any upcoming ones as well. No watered down bullshit cuz that won't help me

Just puttin explanations up now incase ppl look at this and just think its wack

Verse 1:
Line 1 - Maybe my raps will eventually get meh cash lol. One can dream
2 - If my lines aren't turned into gold by alchemy, they'll stay as lead (bullets) and kill ppl young. Lead was believed to turn to gold with alchemy.
3 & 4 - I dismiss rappers lines as **** drugs and call poison prevention so no one trys to get hurt from them since they are horrible.
5 - My mind is high, eyes low, from the dro.
6 & 7 - They sigh cuz they have to get their lines destoryed by me
8 - I don't let them near me like we're at a segregated pool. It wud have to be a reverse one cuz I'm black
9 - I change topics a lot in my raps because I'm not talking about the truth most of the time
10 - I'm not good with code (programming) so I avoid objects (Object oriented programming)
11 - Rappers don't come close to me like I'm a corpse
12 - Double meaning. I'm sick, you can't make me give up. OR I'm sick/dirty like unclean clothes so u can't fold me
13 - I'm doper than sex with trojans covered in Ectascy.
14 - Amazed at my minds so you're stuck like ur in quicksand.
15 - Double meaning. My double meanings are everywhere like Coke cans. By coke cans, I mean the soda cans OR the drug cans frequently used in ghettos/slums.
16 - Chicks came to the show just to ****, they don't listen to my music/don't understand

Don't use choruses really

17 - After you do coke, mood falls fast cuz it depletes your dophamine levels. That's how fast the moon fell into the sky.
18 - I come out at night to eat rappers
19 - They aren't that awesome but I need to eat
20 - The murder of one rapper stops them all from making new music in an attempt to make it harder for me to find them
21 & 22 - The coroner keeps corpses from decomposing. I keep my lines fresh, new and alive. They gleen like the milky eyes of a dead person. Gleens are seen with important people sometimes. (Not their corpses)
23 - Us African Americans absorb more heat. Its real hot in the South, even hotter in the summer. Put that together and that's how hot my music is.
24 - I don't discriminate, a victim is a victim.
25 - My job is to make the best bars (be the best rapper)
26 - Double. Bars are so strong you have no hope of escaping them, prision. My bars are unbeatable, you realize how much u suck and ur life goes to ****/hell.
27 - My flow changes up like I damned the nearby rivers
28 - AA says you're always an addict, so Ill always be a killer
29 - I'm purer than Fiji water yet I'm emulating Hitler. The irony.
30 - Hitler was an artist when younger. Neo Nazis say he painted an image of a world without Jews, so I paint a very violent picture with no humor because its one of Hitlers genocide.
31 - Life is a highway, as you sped down it, the picture becomes harder to ascertain correctly
32 - I'm looking at my list of MCs, wondering who to kill

Hope I dotn come off as an ego, I just use most phrases to make nice subliminal lines and lil clever wordplay
Hope you enjoy

To Pigions Instrumental, song by Earl

Tuned in for the classics
Lyrics dirty like glass ****
Leaving MCs coughin up like they passed it
Caught the flow like a deer tick

CDC says I'm too sick
So they logged on and say that there's nothin about it
They tell me I copped it, I claimed I was born with
The sickness that kills all I touch, King Midas

So answer the question
What do you do when I look your direction
And tell you I plan to blast ur *** with good intetions

I came here to show that I'm the bestest
That at my worst, the **** I spit is like abstesos
Causin death among those who resist and
No matter what ya say, dnt expect a helpin hand

I cruise first, proceed to come crashing through the wall
Kool Aid man ****, dnt think I dropped the ball
I shoot first, ask questions after the rubber rips
Elixir drips from my now cum covered black ****

No chorus
Verse 2:

Grab a friend, ill still slap ya
Then shove her in the trunk like Elmers secret factor-
Reewind the moment like I died in Persia
Goddamn the sand proves more resilent than her

Radio backup for the raid I got sacks down
Chillin at compund, rifles ready to dent crowns
****, we got a kid so go swipe her
**** Dora, Swiper go through it like ur Casper

Mission Success! Like I just played some May Cry
Girl comes out swingin like Mrs. Woods. Why?
Saw heads 'plode like a virgin for a cumshot
Snipers took aim, risked collateral tho I said not

Look here, civies gotta be held dear
Can't go shootin, ****in errbody, perverts bring fear
Walked off, blood on my shoes, gotta break the news
Called the Sarge, trial ballon: Snipers had the ****in blues

So the girls cryin, saw deaths like its Nam 2
Hand on her back, face red like she bouta puke
Walked off, hit the bar

Verse 3

I drop bombs like Engola Gay
Disregard lives, peer pressuring *****s today
People ask where I'm from
I reply that the cat is currently not anywhere near mi home

Pay me no mind cuz I know you don't attention
Rappers fail to learn, lock em in detention
I kill for free cuz I'm currently on
A killin spree redder than the hair of Ron

Born in a manger, grow up w/ the Ranger
Black one exactly, mighty morphin killin danger
No question I'm the dopest one yet
When you come to visit, try to invest in 2 vests

End of the day like a Scooby crew kid
Solvin crimes to turn eyes from my momento vids
**** that, imma cross the line with cids
Think you're nice, wait untill u try to taste this

Copyright 5/28/11

E.Juneyah

Couch Instrumental by Earl

Feelin sick today, got a cold I think
Nothin tree can't handle

Verse 1:

Was always gifted as **** with this
Like Santa fixed the plumbin so I cud wash dishes
Look I'm Omega, killin Sega
Goin greener than Ortega, riddles for the Megas

My **** flys over suburb plats
Some based cookin like I'm makin crack
Triple that, I'm goin fast
So u better move like u just learned Dash

Dnt give ****s unless they're from my ****
**** the fam, I'm a hick
So hard, I'm scratchin diamonds
The priest'll forgive the sins

Killin tracks, Geoferry Shafer is comin soon 2 ur hood
Thoughts 4 food
Can't be cracked
ur missin major facts

She labeled me the GOAT
I sprang for her damn throat
So when u see trails
Don't follow em, PIs dnt die well

I know I got skills, why you think I'm on the kill
I hope it ends well, preferably a small time deal
Bag it, this dope sellin real well
Prolly cuz its laced with-**** it, I won't tell

Ill finish it later, I like this one. Shoved a few doubles, obscure refernces
Enjoy

Doomsday Instrumental, song by MF Doom

I think this one will be my most complex lyrically.

Hard to read, blank face, scribbles on the notebook
Grow the trees, grow the cash, then it has to get shook
Switch up after a duo complete
Burnt rubbers, two heads a fleet

The seamen jump ship, pop hips faster than old folks
Last ***** lacked yolk
U pass the cheese, *****s pass the knees
Eyes lock like the muscles play freeze

A bar tells a tale, but the drink spills all
Walk up to the face, try to stand tall
*****s get slapped up, foes get clapped
Silent kill, the clap prevened if u fapped

Rap shud be called AP Lit
Testin comphrension, misdirection gets u lit
Meanwhile we ****in ur daughters lips
All cuz you tried to say we weren't sick

Second one, shed the shadow like the hedgehog
Speed lacin tree, fill up rooms with fog
Irritable child, tired of the slow pace
Schools chokin hope, for geniuses no place

Come first place, with rhymes droppin code lines
Cypher in my head, place where it don't shine
Foundation comes quick then spirals on up
Why hit the books when I can hit clubs

Never mind conflicting messages, when the message ends
It'll be clearer than if the evidence was just "Send"
Juneyah cookin rhymes faster than he's pullin crimes
Levying payment on the foes like some fines

Copyright 5/29/11

E.Juneyah

Ya this one, gl trying to decipher. Ill post explanation later

Imma young evolving pyschonaunt
Avoiding claps by jacking off
Dressed the raps like Two Face
Lacking some simple taste

I move first, claim I'm covered in thick dirt
A slash for cash, hidden blades will do all sorts of hurt
Complex like Z, so don't think Ill give up the key
Locked up in the mind, safest place they agree

So spend all night, German officers failing in their plight
Teo try and overcome the combinded Western world's might
Frustation growin at failure for results
So the Fuher comes in and starts treating them like adults

Floating on nitrous gas, reminding me of dank *** hash
The grinder catches most of the white, crystaline drugs at last
N2, ill pass on that
And get me a big old blunt, we're makin sure is fat


Another one of the obscure ones, gl

Just gonna flow on this one



My thoughts run and my pen goes across
Never in agreement, seems the point is lost
So instead they drop quick, intention is that I'm sick
Comin across with a sneeze, with a face like cheese

That means the thoughts are lost whenever they cross the holes
And I suppose through the holes is where my life will flow
Breath in, breath out, gettin ready to shout
The worlds not ready, enough reason to pout

Alternate ways to read this, either way you're defeated
I'm lettin words do the damage, steady attackin like good phage
Switch it up, got a new doc, who'll tell if my seed
Will end up with the sickness to piss on every new page

Fear what you don't know, Florida kids and the snow
I'm coming with a vengance, shits serious, I gotta go
So of course that means dnt hold it in, just let it flow
Just let it out, a screech, I preach, of course its in the bin

Can't make up my mind, prolly cuz I'm not a *****
So decisions, decisions, I make incisions till u twitch
And when u do, its overdue so I'm stampin-I mean stompin
Morale of the story, there was none, just remeber I'm king


Hope y'all at least get some of this
No line has no meaning

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Juicebox, tank top, tube socks
Dude stop, forehead shiny like a new Glock
Two shots fired at the Excursion we were swervin' in
All purpose verses with a passion for servin' kids
Empty out your purses on an immature crime spree
Eyin' up the nurses with some gloves that read I squeeze
Who the **** said to speak, Mr. Me-Is-Siamese?
Even Christ said "Christ, he flows quite nicely"
Hypebeast's highly likely to bite me
And try to high five me, but I just give them high threes
Cause y'all don't get two, touch me, I'm the ****
Sue me, if you got an issue, grab a tissue
Mediocrity is odd to me
*** as far as your eyes can see, who the best? They holla me
Nombre, Ho-lay ****, I don't spit crack, I spit cocaine crisp
I ain't ****in' with it if it's no payment (Why?)
Cause everyone knows payed dues don't pay rent
I'm dope like the coke that I'm laced with
Dreams what I'm chasin', flow hot it's chafin'
This is why I'm hot? No, that is why I'm blazin'
Dilla jacked Nick, I am shinin' like the diamond that I'm draped in
But I don't wear jewelery, it's HUF over Louis V
Excuse the endurance miss, this critic thing is new to me

[Verse 2: E.Juneyah]

Crossed like Christ so sons gonna feelin might
Too far to the left so rights of course are taken light
Lee smashin through foes without the help of Fo Fours
2 *****s in the back like DEA crashed through doors

No invite, dead night, Thriller causin strife
Miller Lite, no calories, no hope in taking flight
Complex like the cube so the soultion: cut pollution
Driving hondas cuts the cost but the drivers lack emissions

Harder than a cumbucket crack***** intervention
When the crimson tides rolls in and the pimps pulls in
I'm Muslim, kill pigs faster when and if they slim
If they packed and its tracked then the odds look grim

Called the hotline just to spit a dope rap line
But the words committ crimes and evidence is sublime
They say "stop blabbin June, ya lyin

If I cut you, u dnt bleed morphine like the IV"
Well since I'm free, lemme break it down, HIV
**** YOU, molasses *****s get traded like Kobe (triple)

If you are a slow *** *****, get off this song. Doubles and **** coded, like a ****ing WW2 Navajo message.
Hope ya'll like
Who killed it, me or Earl?

Still just posting regular raps I post on other sites, haven't gotten around to deep life issues and my life and all that. Will soon hopefully.


First off, I'm caught chillin on the hot block
Baggin greens like moms standin over ziplocs
Tick tock, ding dong, masks on the heads (2 heads require masks. )
Both cuz IDs unique to the Feds

Crusin down the street, facin a mini fleet
Of some weak *** cherry hoes eatin mini wheats (Double. Cereal -> *****es)
Kill em, get away, for breakfast we got OJ
Lunch we got black beans and some fiber filled hay

Disregard the fact two white *****es dead in the back
And my sacks my out, expecting Jill to find Jack
Oops I meant grind Jack, prolly at the outback
All the meat there fit the room like the tight pack

In between her legs and right below the pegs
Once she sees the dreads, she starts to feel dread
And I smile with dope cloth I mightve laced with dope rocks
Whatever happens next to Jill is like my beat socks (Beat off socks. They're jizzed in the disposed of.)


This was my attempt at a quick story of sorts in a rap
Most coded as usual, have fun

bump this ****

I highly enjoyed reading these ma man. You seem heavily inspired by OFWG haha. Not a bad thing just saying. After I read your explanations for the first one, I picked up on the rest easier. Keep writing and posting on here man, oh and get involved in the battle thread, I find it quite entertaining. Other than that, work on your own unique sound, because when I read your stuff now, all I think is Mr. Sweatshirt, again not a bad thing, but you wanna have your own sound ya know? Ridiculous references, great job man.