A Thread for Rap

i decided to butcher this rap by revealing most of the metaphors, it will be funny

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rap about philosophy isn’t hard just watch you’ll see

me tear apart your sloppy plea while constantly droppin heat [/b]( droppin hot rhymes)[b]

like freon, with neon signs illustrating your death [/b](freon is an agent used in refridgerators, which “drops” heat )[b]

swiftly on the wings of evil created by man like meth [/b]( evil is a concept created by man, like meth)[b]

I’ll defeat you like Set, every morning cause I’m Horus [/b](see egyptian mythology)[b]

this ain’t this chorus, you fucking whores my stores of weapons

allow me to wage psychological wars with tours ranging from knocking on doors [/b](propaganda campaigns)[b]

to smashing in heads until blood flows out of your pores [/b](breaking skulls somehow relates to influencing their minds)[b]

so sit back and accept the tyranny because spiritually your cryptically shifted by people like me [/b](PR specialists…)[b]

out of sobriety into anxiety until society submits to my propriety where variety is an illusion [/b](industrialized individualism)[b]

the confusion I’m using leaves you torn and abused when your lines sound like Schwarzenegger smoking crack before shooting

a movie about mocking T.V, while watchin Rambo 3, you see machine guns are fun buy you’re lyrically done
[/b](this line actually makes fun of all the gun references Carleas and Impious used :slight_smile: )[b]
you’re a shit crumb on the ass of this rap, but don’t run

like so many before you

give me a chance to extort you implore you to see reason

because I’m not feelin this weak ass shit that you’re droppin

like constipated malnourished orphans your endorphins will be expended [/b](because constipated malnourished orphans take or drop weak shits)[b]

when you’re suspended in time due to the rhyme my crimes

absolved when there is no sign of my entry into your mind

or proof of mandatory suicide, from inside your twisted mentality

with excess brutality i infiltrate and manipulate reality to a negative totality

you’re part of a franchise like wall mart slaves swatting sand flies

You see i need to extort the corporate greed to plant the seed

and have them breed, incessantly, incestuously

an army of aboriginal cannibals trained by Hannibal

designed to invade every capitol on this pathetic planet

I’ll encase you in granite and listen to your cries

I’m sadistic like government lies screaming out lord why /b[b]

did you put my on this earth just to live a life of crime

for what short time we have it isn’t worth it to flirt with spirituality

because with actuality god doesn’t care, he isn’t there

walking through the crowd like you’re a king though your ass is bare [/b](reference to “the emperors new clothes”)[b]

we’ll sit around laugh and stare at your prayer your quick to scare

But it’s too late because you’re in my lair of the true lord

and with my flaming sword i will dispatch your false gods your at odds

with survival so grab your bible this is no libel

because without a maniacal rival to keep you bitches in place, things are liable to go tribal [/b](fear used for control)[b]

and if those that die will

go directly to Satan you better straighten

up your policy so don’t throw rocks at me [/b](don’t stone me to death)[b]

just because i laugh in your face when you’re confronted with a philosophy

that denounces god as an imaginary scape goat

a fake hoax who would trade his soul for a rain coat.

investing in heaven is the worst move since believing terrorists caused nine eleven.

no bid contract companies all of them in bed with corrupt politicians,

my ambitions and premonitions label me insane,

they say things are wrong with my brain demons unconstrained,

so quit the game now in shame while you’re ahead with chest pains and shit stains

just abstain from any rap battle

cause I’m a prophetic Sheppard and you bitches are just cattle[/b] [/size] (by that i mean you are ignorant to the numerous political metaphors)

hmm, in after thought this comes out sort of offensive in prose…

It sounds a lot nicer in real life, though i seriously doubt anyone would be able to decipher the timing… (it’s a bit messy)

Seriously, nobody has any comments? I’m pouring out my heart here!

you cruel bastards…

:astonished:

Yo my rap teacher once said
To have a flow you have to blow
And by blow I don’t get on the mic
I mean say shit no one will like
And when people are all shouting boo
Its the time to shine for you, foo’
Also don’t bother assigning time
Just try to make it rhyme
Personally I’m doing this
To Domingo’s greatest hits
The last time I listened to rap
Was in Target, taking a crap
Okay that’s enough
If no one comments, hey that’s the way life is, I mean it’s just a forum thread, could be worse, all i can say is that life’s tough

Bow

Record it, and then I’ll comment on ‘ya flow’… :wink:

Reading this gave me goosebumps, and not for the right reasons.

Wrecking orb ripping your soul, frenetic king’s prance
ravaging your thing in itself backing in like a fat Benz
into your tents and camps, my rant scatters the scavengers
from the fields of your damages, castle of mental radishes
Whirling dervishes, lingering perfumes of dirty
conditioning, flow thickening, try sinking in this mercury
churches trying to turn and burning me into eternity
for the world to see this seed creep too deep into it’s it’ fraternities

and sororities, and so on with the priorities
old lorries ploughing thoroughly through the gorges of the 40’s
forgotten worlds like Dorothy’s, lure of recurring stories
of merry moments slashed by jagged worries
of urgencies, returning fulminating dialtones
viable via viagara only dying on a vine-hoes
I baptize with icicles, fire spice and grindstones
the silence into your mind as the blinds close.

Is this even philosophical? it’s kind of psychotropic in it’s topicals.
federal cannibals eat my nanny’s stuffed animals…

Yo!

This is me - i can see - the pantyhose of fancy hoes/ They come in droves to see my shows - when I’m rappin in my dreams
The crowd screams like they do on T.V - constantly/ With faded fabrications of plastic vibrations delivering
Sensations in christian homes - It doesn’t take Holmes/ To differentiate between Hollywood and reality - or to see
That this shit’s a scheme - a maniacally devised plot from back in time/ Designed to enslave humanity first your mind then your wallet
Then the rest will follow - because money talks/ And as Freud said the human mind is hollow save for sex violence and greed
The human race is doomed to recede - there’s nothing left to say/ You’re living a broken dream - any difference you make will float like a skin flake
Just dust in the room - you’re doomed to this fate/ So masticate your carrots and get good sight
Then look in the mirror - you’ll be embarrassed/ But relax - the first step is acceptance

im so strong i can rap with my eyes closed

rap about how strong you are.

im so strong i rap about how weak i am

Great. do it.

yo yo yo!
word up G’s, spin dat shit 'round like a playa playa, aight?!

(beat boxin):

while you wait to gravitate about my words and spit your hate
i hit you Great with triple-fate so shut up bitch and contemplate
my theory is mysteriously asymptotic post-hypnotic
better see my freestyle speed’s a blaze of fire fast and dire

my racin desire ever higher pacin past your draggin ass
not just the flow you gotta know im quick to hit with this lyrical bullshit
its about these words of mine these verbs that rhyme sublime to your nerves in time
so step inside and close your eyes as i surprise you with your own demise

Philosophy will never be your holy Ark or reverie
beholden to this calf of golden wasted words your life is stolen
ever pause and Wonder why aint no one cares if you’re to die?
so bow your head down bitch and cry your death my breaths will multiply

[-X

im done, man, fuck these rhymes of mine
for one does not throw pearls to swine.

[-( [-( [-(

That’s remarkably good.

don’t hate… don’t hate…

intelligent lines committin subliminal crimes infiltrating your mind through repeated rituals it’s spiritual
confusion and self delusion used when convincing yourself to kill yourself with a tylenol solution I see it everywhere,
the “hard workers” dissolution, when your nest egg vanishes with no absolution an ego has a double edge
and with pride comes weakness it furthers the bleakness of your own pathetic uniqueness when your life turns upside down
where do you think the shit falls? in shit you’ll crawl because the more shit you have the more shit you have, and it don’t fade with lysol

what point is there to suffer without pleasure? and without pain how is pleasure measured? you can pamper yourself and enjoy life more,
but once you hit the floor you’ll be screwed your life chewed, living as cast away, among slaves with no stock, no holiday pay
thanks to idolatry of greed, that ego maniacal twisted vampirical libel disguised as the bible, this is just as small foible
but as societies rival i will happily divulge the criminal sludge packaged and sold as fudge directly to your child’s mind

shoved like stuffing down their throats in the ginger bread house before they’re roasted and their brains passes through the witches mouth
and comes our her anus, you could be famous, it’s like a fairy tale but hip with the Times, Three Great logs of shit, naa you’re right fuck these rhymes

i can rarely find the time to arrange some maligned opine rhymes that walk up to the disinclined and mentally bind and consign their mind to my defined frame of mind, demons unconfined, infesting the children of mankind, forgive my chortle, but killing me would make me immortal, a martyr for libertarian socialist feminist communist nationalist piece of shit fascist shit you all despise, but despite your cries and lies soon we’ll have a franchise, this ain’t pie in the sky, your whole kind is about to die, off into obscurity along with absolute certainty, but you past the test, you’re better than most of the rest yet still just a jest, compared with my prophetical theoretical heretical shit, your shit look like hypothetical feces.

:-"

very good, truly, i am most impressed :smiley:

lets see if we can keep this battle going…

(hey DJ, spin that shit!):

yo…yo…
a nice try: my comeback lines of fire surprised-your-eyes-wider
deep shocked from sleeping your pre-pubescent lies weeping
as your deep skeptical void my stylistic sword shatters
in matters of mass annihilation-of-nihilistic-infestation
your soft feminine feeling loftily reeks-of-seekin stealing
series and aggrandizing of seriously-dead theorizing
Communist wishlists for anti-reality-hitmen
so shit then again over your Manifesto’s murderous detesting
Marxist suicide’s and State-suggested arrresting
is it wealth? shit no spread instead in stealth recitals
your hate filled crying and death-worshipping Idols

for that which you see as necessary is in fact scary
that the lies you surmise here are merely arbitrary
and the feelings that stand intheplace of your thought’s reasonings
weak as children meak mild milk-bottle filterings
media standards for one more propoganda bastard
your faster sleigh-ride Santa fantasy lasted longer than
stronger kids on crack wanderin off the cribs
you never left to ponder your mother’s nursery-rhyme fibs
leavin you not wakin, SIDS woulda been better takin your life
with cyanide-sleep screamin and opiate-eyed dreamin

words of supposed-wisdom maskin your confusion
as here you seek fearful terrified absolution
but wont find it careful as you stare full in forever
crying lines surrender to me bitch im the sender
of truth, fear my fines tho never-know my secret’s shown
through Times of Greatness i bind your hate with verbs and lies
and skies of pies you call your rap but always fallin back
on sentimental-experimental visions and fictional rentals
a weekend wasted, out of respect misplaced
and dazed as your mind’s basted, my kung-fu hastens
the end.

Wow – you guys are awesome.

:evilfun:

you got skillz son, shit… now imma hav ta do it like this… check it…

i’m a lyrical architect and your snitch rhymes are sour
like i built the Sistine chapel and all you got is an ivory tower
it’s an illusion like your moral confusion, a fusion of greed
and cowardice which shows how tall your tower is,

you see liberal ideology is the idolatry of freedom
guns sex drugs and rap so tot your gat and smoke a fat
stick of buddha, i don’t mean to confuse ya
but somethings gotta give, now or later, I’m the annihilator

of the old cold and bold, and especially conservatives.
Conserve what?.. fuck that shit. on with subversiveness
taxes were started for war, then they wanted more
bred by a system that persecutes victims into submission

I’ve got a vision of unicorns and Satyrs, but I’m not a player hater
i just deliver more flavor sensational ground breaking savory
catering in your own home, providing rhyming and timing
designed to pierce through your mind to the center piece

yes that ugly beast that rears it’s head needing to be fed
with more self love garbage and sadistic delusion you’re just a pseudon-
-nym, through your foolish grin it waits until a later date and plans your fate
there’s no skating over your wanton hating for anything not pulsing

or generating a beeping noise or anything that doesn’t promote christian noise
your morals are horrible, like they come from a fairy tale allow me to regale
you with another story, you see i had a quarry with Three big bears
the Greatest of the three came up to me and gave a foul plea it was sad to see

then i shot him in his fuckin face and left him dead in the place
mama bear and bear junior couldn’t have died sooner their funeral was beautiful
a carving knife incinerator and customers paying for my malicious slaying
of the logically deceitful for they are no equal to me and no liberal idea of equality

is going to change your logical range
my third round will be the greatest… i promise you fame

i’m finnito like your libido amigo

:astonished: :smiley:

Seriously, keep this stuff going.

i meant “Sistine” chapel, not “Cristine” chapel… how embarrassing… sorry three times great that my lines aren’t as on topic as yours, my rapping style tends to shift through varying themes using violence as an intermediary

some architect am i…

let’s get some complex rapping grappling crippling bitches leavin their brains rippling with twitches it’s no use battling stripling bitches
when trying to get riches/which is not necessarily my goal/it’s to achieve through verbal dexterity and those willing to believe primarily
that our world functions militarily nefariously which is why i warily attack the weary, those who don’t truly hear me but will still feel me
fuckin with their brains insanely creating mischievous abominations through corroborations with lucifer the hoofers will corrupt you,

through lap dancing you’ll be “Jizz in my pantsing” and satan will love you like a drug loves a bum sniffin coke off a rug at your feet
while you spit lines soundin like the cookie monster smokin crack before shootin “Sesame Street” your mind’s been dead for weeks,
so rest in peace, here’s a dime piece, console yourself, control yourself, compose one’s self this is the coup de gras your bourgeois
like existence will end, what last message do you send before your impending descension to zero retention? merely typical dissension?

This is too fun to stop…

This is sort of an after work release… it’s nice…

This is dedicated to all the xenophobic religious racists out there.

for the seventh time heaven is just a figment of mind
God invades my raps, but fails to see the boobie traps
baited with scooby snacks like in one of snoopys raps
these groupies act, like emotional devotional mindless slaves
i’m getting paid 10% of everything the next big thing
is mine, my quomodocunquization has got my monetization
racin placin my rivals names on stone facin tombstones for
chasin fool’s thrones defacin ethnic homes and debasing Wonderers poems

This not directed at any of you, but you know who
you are, you cigar lovin mentally marred cousin fuckin retard
you’ll be left charred and scarred out in your front yard
that’s poetic justice but not as much as your deserve
this is just an hors d’oeuvre your future fate is to die in hate
despicable criminals like you are no use,
have them dig ditches then set the dogs loose

what should we do with people like you
who are too stupid to know anything about yourself
yet claims to understand everything about someone else
retribution for the shit you’ve dealt will be swift cause my lines
are runnin steady, when i do it i might even give you a teddy
a lolly pop from a donut shop somethin to shut you up while i load the shot-
-gun, my sadistic clemency provides me with cheap fun, this rap’s done.

it’s worth it, if only because i get to say fuck.

**"Quomodocunquize": “to make money by any means possible”