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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Sat Aug 19, 2017 8:20 pm

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Fri Sep 15, 2017 7:08 pm



Ohhh, I miss the misery!

I've been a mess since you stayed
I've been a wreck since you changed
Don't let me get in your way
I miss the lies and the pain
The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake
I'm tellin you!

I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When it's your fault
I miss the late nights
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

I've tried but I just can't take it
I'd rather fight than just fake it (cause I like it rough)
You know that I've had enough
I dare ya to call my bluff
Can't take to much of a good thing
I'm tellin you!

I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When it's your fault
I miss the late nights
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

Just know that I'll make you hurt
(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
When you tell me you'll make it worse
(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feelin inside
You tell me how hard you'll try
But when we're at our worst
I miss the misery

I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me

I miss the rough sex
Leaves me a mess
I miss the feeling of pains in my chest!
Miss the phone calls
When it's your fault
I miss the late nights
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

I don't miss you, I miss the misery!
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Fri Sep 22, 2017 8:23 pm

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Mon Sep 25, 2017 7:42 pm

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Wed Oct 04, 2017 6:20 pm

I reiterate: These are, if for nothing else, interesting times to be alive.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Ultimate Philosophy 1001 » Thu Oct 05, 2017 12:09 am

Some Guy in History wrote:I miss the bad things
The way you hate me


Y...ya...ya do?

Well I'm done bullying you. My days of stepping on the downtrodden are over. I can't escape my fate.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Wed Oct 18, 2017 6:31 pm



(Life is good you know, plant your see and watch it grow, ya)

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.
How many of these seeds can they keep alive so I'm singin (singin)

Here in my garden (here in my garden)
I'm harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
and it gets faster now (wo [5x])
I'm planting my garden (planting my garden)
harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
the sun keeps shinning down (wo [5x])

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.
How many of these seeds can they keep alive and so I'm singin (singin)
do delong the fact my gardens sacred
Ain't nobody gonna come and rape it ain't nobody gonna come and take it
Its my whole life
Love and passion consumes the reaction
now feed them the feeling that grow them so high
we've been baby the blossoms partaking
what's awesome and spread out the world that's no lie

Here in my garden (here in my garden)
I'm harvesting everything with love (love [4x])

and it gets faster now (wo [5x])
I'm planting my garden (planting my garden)
harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
the sun keeps shinning down (wo [5x])

I love it when spring comes around
I love puttin seeds in tha ground
I love this piece that I found
could it be another piece of the puzzle looks like a baby tree
pass me a shovel
so I can dig it up and put it in a nice place
mite be trainwreck mite be silver haze well anyways Ima move it
to a better spot
so it can get sunlight and be some better pot

Everything gonna chronic always burnin on a bag[?]
Got the good budz even got a lil hash callin me a plane
always flying threw the sky
captin kronik I'm super duper high
I'm super dupper fly
I'm a super duper guy
never spill a bong always got a clean pipe

If you wanna come along stand by my side
take a hit of this get ready for the ride

I'm a take a hit of that and you take a hit of this
roll a fat fatter makes cannabis bliss cause
where I live everybody's got weed to give
so where I live cover up our eyeballs u dig
we get so high so cal
everything things always better cause we so smoked out
kottonmouth kings and we wont slow down
still blowing smoke rings bitch watch wat now

Snacks stay open like 711
I smoke my bud like 24/7 get a tight pack never dry in the bag
it was kinda blunt wrapped I'm high as the heavens
if I get goes pro then I won't fold
roll the swift man fire with the [?] Drop prop pop
now go poppidy pop pop

ma loo?

Here in my garden (here in my garden)
I'm harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
and it gets faster now (wo [5x])
I'm planting my garden (planting my garden)
harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
the sun keeps shinning down (wo [5x])

Its harvest time the moon was shine pure magic in the air
the universe so miracle like drum sticks on a snare
the cycling the seasons change the healing that repairs
We pass around the sacred pipe then hold it in the air,
we blow the smoke in 4 directions giving thanks each time
then nothing can reward the gods like fruit at harvest time
so plant your seeds and love the soil and let water it each day
and live your life with pure intention good things will come your way
(so they say)

Here in my garden (here in my garden)
I'm harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
and it gets faster now (wo [5x])

I'm planting my garden (planting my garden)
harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
the sun keeps shinning down (wo [5x])

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.
How many of these seeds can they keep alive
and so I'm singin (singin) do delong the fact my gardens sacret
Ain't nobody gonna come and rape it ain't nobody gonna come and take it
Its my whole life
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Fri Oct 27, 2017 7:03 pm



‘Cause sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak
And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up
But you gotta search within you
And gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you
And get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face, and collapse
Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
‘Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop penning 'em
And I am not hip hop and I'm just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sending 'em?
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop
Amoxicillin's just not real enough
The criminal cop killin', hip-hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You're coming with me, feel it or not, you're gonna fear it
Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up?
Fa shizzel, my wizzel, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzels forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuck
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse
[x2]
Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you get
When you real and you spit, and people are feeling your shit
This is your moment, and every single minute you spend
Tryna hold on to it because you may never get it again
So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over, just admit when it's at its end

Because I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie
Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me
That's why you see me walk around
Like nothing's bothering me
Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me
You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me
The press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney; Nate, hit me
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse

[x2]
Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an emcee's heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
And it's absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
‘Cause in my heart of hearts
I know nothing could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack, like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launching at 'em
The track is on some battling raps, who want some static?
‘Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque and platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse
[x2]
Until the roof (until the roof)
The roof comes off (the roof comes off)
Until my legs (until my legs)
Give out from (underneath me)
I will not fall, I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Fixed Cross » Fri Oct 27, 2017 7:25 pm

Ems third album had some good beats that he did himself, and he still rapped over it convincingly. I think it was his last quality album, much less already than the second, which is a contender for the best album of that century. It wouldn't win it, something like Dark Side of the Moon or Kind of Blue should win it, but its phenomenal. -- edit oh it came out in 2000. Okay then by me its still the best album of this century so far. Im sure I haven't been as impressed with anything since.

When I heard this shit first, I knew Id found a real artist.



Somewhere along the line his best friend Proof died. By then his voice started to sound all hollow and weird, and he began rapping more abstractly.

This one was also one of my favourites but there are about 8 absolute classics on that album and this isn't even one of them. Proof does the 4th verse.



Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back
Of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants


Thats not a product of a sober mind. Its the best flow of the album.
Yeah, homie if youre an artist you best know how to handle your drugs.
Thunderbolt steers all things.

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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Tue Oct 31, 2017 8:39 pm

Interesting tidbits: Turns out that a good portion of the undying Legion and Lucifer are my actual spiritual children, I'm 'married' to the General of Legion, have myself a 'harem' and have become the very thing I once fought against, except that I, like so many others, believe myself to be doing it better than my enemies. I have concrete and actual reasoning to reinforce my claim, but I won't bore you with that.

I am one of those types of people that believes himself to be better than others, to admit another philosophy of mine. I have found out that everyone and everything has a similar mindset. One of us in the vast infinite had to be right and I'm glad it was me.

Watch as I rule the cosmos and eternity with Earth as my throne, from Redding, California, turning it into a celebrity grinder as they practice 'Hotel California' upon the beast that I am and I do the same some times as I see fit, like pruning a Bonzai Tree.

The domino ripple butterfly effect of countless alternate realities to countless layers of reality, dancing in the jungles, swinging from trees, within the mind and spirit, our stomping grounds, the Savage Garden; our eternal prisons with us all out on probation or parole in these life sentences that we're serving and every bit deserving.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Meno_ » Tue Oct 31, 2017 9:08 pm

October 31, 2017



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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Sat Nov 04, 2017 7:33 pm

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Tue Nov 07, 2017 8:01 pm

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Behind the mask is nothing; just an ideal, an idea, a hope. It is undying, impossible to hide. Anonymity isn't something you feign or pretend at, it's where your life takes you as you walk down a road you had no choice but to walk down. The mask isn't something to hide behind, nor a cover for a visage burned, but what the world forces you to wear to become their version of you.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

Postby Some Guy in History » Tue Nov 14, 2017 7:24 pm



Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life! larger than life. Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy Somewhere just beyond my reach there's someone reaching back for me. Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. Up where the mountains meet the heavens above Out where the lightning splits the sea I could swear there is someone somewhere watching me. Through the wind and the chill and the rain And the storm and the flood I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life. I need a hero. I'm hoXding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
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Re: Pen-Powered Insanity

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