My future's never been bright nor clear
So I don't wear shades or live in fear//
Every January first I say this is your year
As I stare at the medicine cabinet door mirror//
But this year the face looking out,
Had a little smile on the side of its crooked mouth//
And I knew it just as soon as I had seen it,
That this time this motherfker really did mean it//
So I took it to heart and played my part,
And made the right moves for the forward progression of my art//
So now without no shame,
This time next year I'll be a household name//
I'm serious I'm about to travel around the world spitting,
Getting nastier than having **** sex while the girl's *******,//
You just pictured that visual? Didn't you?
Isn't that proof that what I spit was true?//
I take your brain further than it ever thought of going,
Mixing the Christopher Nolan vision with the art of flowing//
I never thought of blowing up overnight,
I sit at home and write with all ma might just to cope with life//
So don't ask me why I ain't got signed yet,
Ask yourself if you've opened up your mind yet/
Ask Apple if they've invented the iPhone 9 yet/
Ask Stephen Hawking to explain why we haven't traveled time yet//
The future's wide open a fact that combats any suicidal notion,
The Rap Book for Dummies? I just threw inside the ocean//
And replaced it with the basic rules of making music/
Strictly by the most internal instincts I got
Compose things//
verbal that my circle within thinks are hot,
Besides music ain't much more that I got,
That's why I'm writing and recording a lot//
Man cause I don't know how my life's gonna end brah,
Probably sipping Svedka in a Sentra//
I don't pretend to be something I ain't,
Til the picture of myself is a saint ,
Ain't a picture that I paint//
The red dripping down the leg of an artists's easel,
The blood flowing through the brains of the smartest people,
The apple Eve bit from that started evil//
A darker hue of the fish guts for the sharks and seagulls,
In the haystack I'm the sharpest needle//
You were left way back we are far from equal
Attaboy you're kindergarten repeating,
I'm Adam boy I'm in the Garden of Eden //
So tell the devil that the apple ain't enough,
Unless he puts something in there to get me really ****ed up//
MDMA in the core of it ,
And I be ****ing Eve til she can't take no more of it,
First time for everything every single orifice //
And she be trying to keep the noise like there's an ordinance,
Set the coordinates hit the gas punk//
We ain't gonna stop unless the order is from NASA,
It's like me and Herbs filled out a form to get the cash brah,
Money for knowledge you would of sworn it was FAFSA//
Get your student loan believe,
We at a level most humans won't achieve,
We doing **** that people do in only dreams//
And I ain't talking bout the pretty s h i t on the screens,
I'm talking about actual self-fulfillment,
Dreams you imagine manifested into real s h i t//
Dreams you feel with the core of your soul,
Dreams you've had since you were four years old,
Dreams you've had that kept you warm when it was cold//
That one glimmer of hope that good fortune's down the road,
My father wanted an abortion I was told,
All he left me was this dream and I've morphed it into gold//
There ain't a f u c k i n thing in life that I can't accomplish,
There ain't a f u c k i n mind on earth that I can't astonish,
The promised land is not really a land that's promised//
To get there you got to bear hug anacondas,
Swim through a pool full of sharks and piranhas,We get there? We gon' bubble on some Scantron ish//
To summarize what I've said,
Self-doubt's only something in your head,
So when it's all over and I'm dead
Write my epitaph... in red//

Check it

Thats what the **** im talking about! That is lyricism 101. I wanna do a track wit ya someday you beasted start to finish.

I've been half aware,
Falling down twelve steps, out my depth,
And half the stairs I figured out
by the time I hit a Stop sign weren't even there.
Guess it's half fair,
No half-pinters would dare, I'm none to compare
with chasers if it isn't coming into a tumbler
it's rumbling in my stomach - beware.
Just thought that I'd share,
Pair a couple verses pursed with
open lips that kiss like serrated razors stitches
beyond repair.
Better be fair to yourself
and seek some shelter, before a welt
attached to a beat and scorched with the heat
of a sun from this only son
could scorch the tips off your hair.
I like my mic bloody rare.
Grit my teeth like ugly stare,
hit with a snare, but upside the head,
the vinyl twists and screams
like an assisted suicide forced to slide into the chair.

Yeah, I got bored.

Favorite indie rapper right now is probably Reverie, repping from LA. She just did a track with Murs from what I'm told but I haven't checked it out yet.

Nice one guys

Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spark acid on the bar
Whether in the crib or the car, blasted//
Son is a prob, rob funds from your publishing
While his dogs put his guns to you like the Punishing//
Or the Terminator, flow is harder
than a German major midterm paper, the kid burns the saber//
Strikin cats, how you want it? Gats, spikes or bats
I know you likin' that, stay sharper than Viking hats//

Monologue from the villain/
Prologue pull em in like fishes be reelin/
I was told i could either destroy or be buildin/
Caught between both i should jus be chillin/
But they always put my signal in the sky/
****ed up a couple mission i was too damn high/
how you gone expect me to good when i all red eyed/
I spoke to dr doom in the war room/
Tell my army get ready the takeover is soon/
Dont tell mhc what we can do or we cant/
We gon swarm on these rappers like army ants/
All these coons buffons shoe shiners shuckers/
jivers you watermelon eatin muhfuckers/
my lyrics make you cringe like a 40 of oe/
When you swallow em then hit a blunt of flow/
To follow em/
For

Dope azz sheet bro

ok i'm be spittin my flow
all them hataz should know//
that im comin out the best
i can be beter than all them rest//
cuz i can be king wear the crown
start off on yo block then take yo town//
i got the muscles got the pecs
they better watch they mouth cuz i write them checks//
i'll have you on the floor better yet the concrete
im sittin on my thron have them hataz bowin to my feet//

Romeo i don't understand any of this topic

Me neither

We're rebooting The Fugees.

Lol i feel asleep postin lol i was too high. And ms milansoul the topic of the thread is for ppl who love the hip hop culture to come here and speak about, their favorite artists, songs, or jus to come and spit dope lyrics. Which is what me romeo and pancakes been doin. Now if you talkin bout what we spitting about lol then i couldn't tell ya i been freestylin without direction lol.

Lol i've also been freestyling without any ditection and i'm liking it so f�r so keep em coming bro

Lyrics from a song im workin on

I been thru landslides high tides things damagin my pride/ thru my life i learned as i watched bridges burn/ppl act a way before they turn/ leave you ****ed up and spurned/no stressin/ jus focused on makin life cushy/ i dont cry over spilt milk or *****/ its a long climb but im doin what im doin/ im pumpin up the drive/ no one can stop my movement/i decided since a itty bitty/ i would never be stuck on a titty/im walkin on my own/ i cant take no one wit me/ family made me forget that/ till i had i sit back/ decided i need a break hand me a kitkat/ stick to what i do/ smoke weed and write lyrical haikus/im gaining knowledge till i get wisdom and understanding/ i avert my attention from what niggas say what a real man be/ its something they can't be/ it go over they heads/ im knowin the ledge/ and im never over the edge/

I spit the soliloquy writtin in my pad is caligraphy/im un attentive to those who hold comtempt for me/ i keep my temple fortified/ heavy on intelligence borderwise/ think i wont get better/ the results will have you mortified/ i give these mics more than hell/ lyrics drop like a mortar shell/ im rebuildin from the foundation so ill be livin well/ behind my back ppl gon speak/ niggas like that is feminine and weak/ i am what i am you are who you are/ mad cuz you stopped dreaming and im looking afar/ niggas pretend to be alladin/ and im named jafar/ point ya fingers the badguy is here/ the asiatic man you ***** niggas fear/ secure in my shell/ confident ill prevail/ ppl tried they hardest to make me fail/ since kindergarten they say boy you retarded/ ugly stupid and dumb/ im under nobodys thumb/ my shield got me no need to be numb/ still humble still humble/ cuz i still have some fumbles/ every now and then i do a lil stumble/ but i still rep mhc after the coffin close/ and my bones crumble/ no punchlines im a lyrical backbreaker/ tombstone em cross they arms like the undertaker/ total package i give women the lex luger/

Word bro .....have you ever recorded any of your lyrics?

Beckoning to freedom, I see it, but it's brief/
trapped in my own mind, sailing a sadistic sea/
filled with blank thoughts, erased by the pain/
of knowing that i'm giving but there's nothing left to gain/

A slave to the 99, 100 percent of the time/
representing the one percent, trying to break this bind/
and venture into the world just to create a new line/
a path less traveled, one that's undefined/

baring the passion of the oppressed left a mark across my chest/
a wound that remains fresh, carved deep into the flesh/
a reminder of the time that was once fine is not/
and the battle to the top is one not easily forgot/

looking at the chains that bind me to this cage/
it looks all too familiar, a game i've already played/
in this battle to stay sane, and to make it to the next day/
i'm just a puppet in this play, and the world is the stage/

I been breakin barriers wit these lyrics/
I aint no amateur/
My soul go in these lyrics/
I speak on things that can damage ya/
Today i almost smacked fire from a manager/
Sayin my problems aint his/
Cant stand it bruh/
Maybe i should try to be famous wit this **** i write/
But will ppl feel it when songs come to light/
See thats my only plight/
What loosens me up usually i keep it tight/
Loud or cess take ya test get the results/
Stress from when ppl wont accept ya best/
Instead point out ya faults/
Relatives to ya bosses it happens often/
Still count ya blessins and cut ya losses/
And keep ya body hard and the blows will soften/
Still i toss i turn things that have been burned/
In my memories so and everlasting bond Has been formed/
Then theres my love life found nobody to love right/
So im jus lookin for a homegurl to help me love life/
Cuz i got all my ribs ill neva have a wife/
But i guess to be friends women still want a man thats cute/
Since thats the case a ***** like me out the loop/
Thats why i love my mary jane/
She never superficial/
Only fill you up wit love when she start to kiss you/
See i was i on this site supposed to be minglin/
But its on my msgs that delete button got fingerin/
But ill get to these women in a second/
I got some other thoughts lingerin/
Its like if you aint cute as these actors and singer men/
You gotta have money bentley benz or beamerin/
F u c k a good man
i cant think of the last time these women really wanted one/
They either go back to same thing/
Or every bad aspect combined into one/
But also im to blame cuz of the chicks in my lane/
I should turn em away but i let em drive me insane/
Chasin beautiful girls cuz mindwise on they aint ladies/
Wonderin if ill adopt cuz i aint found someone to have my babies/
Its crazy so i sparks my blunt/
And look again into the abyss that im bound to jump/
Like i said before im deeper than a sinkhole/
But girls wont notice it cuz they act like they got roses up they stinkhole/
But ill still do what i got to/
Still plot too/
Line my blunts up like hoes/
I got dates with a hot few/

Not really i need to record badly tho

You can't capture-me, actually I'm mathematically stronger than earths-gravity,
reverse-tragedy you mad-at-me cause I'm stylin graphically painting imaginings/
i had-to-be the mack-and-king attacking-dreams like a Freddy Cruger reincarnate,
i weave-an-carve-fate in between-a-hard-place a cut demeanor like you see-this-scarred-face?/
i be-that-hard-case who breathes-in-sharpe-takes as i exasperate swing and lacerate/
than i activate begin to emasculate too rash-to-wait with brash attacks to calculate/
as i salivate i lick-my-cheek pick-my-beat and eat emcees ever so wickedly an explicitly/
you cant prohibit-me only inhibit-me I'm gifted-see and i'll climb past your fortifications/
with a shortened-invasion and forceful-equations put inside this sword-that-im-wavin,
the horde-is-waiting, for Norris`s rise with violence-in-stride that the virus is dying-to-try*
you vying-for-my attention is denying-my-intention for greatness like alexander/
with the foulest-manners i balance-slander and stay slick like a giant salamander/
your average banter doesn't match-stride thats-why i pack-five fingers to tax-guys,
i dont rap-high my raps-fly i chastise these wack-guys with crack-eyes til there reborn like they've been baptized!//