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Yeah that was str8 freestyle homie. Laissez you got a cool ass name and a dope ass flow. And big ups 2 Danny 4 droppin that truth. "I feel outta place like a stove in the livin room"- Mr. Marty Mcfly |
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I appreciate the appreciation.
You know whats weird The game is deep in fear I need to invest in vests and nines To say a rhyme thats even nonviolent So i'm nonrhyming but pro-whining And I'm lovin it, why? You don't want it from me, guy. I spent a G on my company. With G's worth of truth. And a G in my crew. A G on my name's trademark Dont speak of me in your parts So dont spark, when i got a G in your park Geez la Weez! Even TNT in your car! And see me spark in the dark Like me when i start...in superstardom And pardon me. Cuz a part of me, has the heart to see That you ain't as hard as you seem. And i'm not as soft as you want me to be Just cuz you want me to be Won't mean i'll follow suit I just retaliate in a different route. I degrade you through a lawsuit And talk about it, and beat you down in the booth. I was told to be left alone Lease it to me Well knowing me in the zone Slept on me like zzzz's And now I'm the one I dont care if you say i'm arrogant I use my arrogance for embarrassment And i dont say it for me I mean i say it for my self-esteem And to address it Take it as a message thats refreshing-freshing-freshing Or a lesson thats a blessing-blessing-blessing Like saving me from the stress in my adolescence! PS i really do appreciate the love and criticism. I write these on the spot to work on my material. |
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CAUTION!!!
THIS SHIT IS LONG AS HELL!!! If there's one thing i love to do, its to freestyle. I just happen to do this on AIM. I loved this piece. And if someone happens to read all this, you deserve an award. This is a freestyle i did for like an hour with one of my homegirls. IMO she's much better at poems though. LF...LF hes my man if he cant do it nobody can...then again men have nothing on us..yet I cant help but find my heart lust...for what could be....yea he could bend me over and do his thing straight up to me.....I have seen things I rather not..taken things on that should not be my lot...my lot in this life....all we do is go through strife..tired of this messed up world......I want an answer its your turn to step up and let the words hurl is this where you want me to rhyme? like a cypher? As i reported it may not seem as important but i look on corners and there are orphans caution caution to the nausea of abortions fatherless lives where do we sort them and for the life of me i cant find a critic who's liking me it may likely be, that i havent served twenty five to life likely but if so many fans, weren't amped on my grimy lifestyle for as myself i've went through hell and have a few rants under my belt i'm even engulfed in wealth my earns burned and melt so hurt by these words that i felt so as much as i embellish, i wont tell it, and if i do make, i wont sell it that would be selfish for every action that i make, i have tactics to break every reaction in stealth written in redaction to tell i have a bunch of problems i want to A.S.K. Until they assasinate and rob me like J.F.K. but i cant hate or live that way so i may crash like mayday on D-day and its easy to be caught up in the he say she say may lead me in a completely leeway, to the dealers up on the freeway to hear me sing just like the birds that they keep in the pins like bowling for illegitimate men since then, its senseless at times i dont even get this at times i feel like i ramble in my sentence even if i gamble all my chips in i'm all in i dont know why i called in i'm already sick of this even the wick, with every hocus pocus quote, is enough to make you overdose no joke, for every rhyme that i'm in i guess this is when i give it back to them ooo but I said and you said...we led the way..we will regret that we walked by the orphans that day....that man on the corner living more real than us..all we had was this thirst and lust...show me..touch me.....its all the same..ya showed me black clouds and taught me to say fuck the rain....I ran that day...to the other side far from the pain...that you caused when you left...ooooo jfk? you werent ever there that day....like all the rest.....you just ran away... ran from the past...you said you would always come in last you never saw the things I knew...that there were more to the cards you drew Maybe the cards i drew it And my heart i spew it But i still holler around like those dudes in the pews did hollering and hooting saying they'll do shit But i sorta blocked those thoughts, like the new kids And i may say what is outlandish outstanding, standards, that you cant manage i might not of been there but i've been damaged even by antics by the black panthers to expose the truth, and pull the rug from up under you the dealer deals you a new hand..so go ahead and call all in you are the star...you seen this all before.....ya know the drill its sucks so far thats what i knew, since i was in underoos So i had to do what i do, and make some other moves since i know the drill i will pillage and still kill and inflame every village i guess thats not what you expected, is it? sorry i did it, i'll be sorry in a minute cuz of this image, of a suburban exquisite moves ya have seen...moves ya that through your mind they play..ya want them to fade even if the crime ya have to pay Not for certain if i'm an urban dentist i'm still drilling every molar in every direction like polar shine throughout the pressure like solar and still giving middle finger gestures til its over I saw you as the villian..thats what is in all of us...just didnt know ya would be the one to put up such a fuss Villian, i am, with penecilin adrenaline yea say fuck me..then fuck you...the problem is we have been plans but never see i through To prescribe your life, with benadryl pills in it plans to make the world a better place....get real its all a sham we just show good face so yea tell me about the bad the good...wtf? I knew you would [color:black]So i guess you had me figured out lets face it we did the best we could...show those diamonds..show your heart...it does not matter...this life we live is far from art Thoughts, i did them out like an archeaologist Vodka, i swig it out like an alcoholic And i'm so vicious like a bear thats maulin did i mention? that i'm the guy in Stalin? The european peeing in all the stalls with a dixie cup, just so you can pick it up just in case i wasnt sick enough I'm here to distinguish the good from the meanest The insane from the genius You cant be as mean as he is and i mean this Maybe baby i've been there done that then had the dunce cap all i was interested in, was wheres the lunch at thats where i could tell my dumb facts better shake that last drip off....ya think that scares me? all ya did is make me lay back in my loft.....I layed back and I thought of what could be can you tell, i love that What it could be? I could be another gangster after pranksters in hoodies doing a two faced facet like the Batman actors if this world...back to my point..was all it seemed...I have three boys begging for what? more than just me So dont act like you can match my stature one wants attention...one wants school..the last one just wants to be left alone...so yea lets see what we can do to knock him off his throne i am tierd of playing there games trying to take on all their pain why what the hell is it for.....I told kid 3 there is the door You can be thrown off of that throne for a bottle of Patron. I can loan you time alone, but give me my own. so ya take that worl on..ya think I make this up? your wrong my boys cuz this world more than sucks More than sucks? thats more than enough We all know what you do with them boys on the bus thats why its lust and only god i trust Its too much, women will ruin your life and stuff will get your own...when it is said....welcome to hell...you will say...I gave up on this fucked up life when I heard the bell I rock the bell right next to the jail cells I rock it well, til those males are on bail Those same on males who were bound to fail They ail this old world, attention, read the mail You and your crews, who so you can dwell....on the past..all the mistakes..go right ahead...I will think back and say well life may be like good head head is what i dread i mean, pain i see Turn on your T.V. you heard of A.I.D's? sometimes you get swallowed..sometimes you get bit...but when you cum you know DAMN THIS IS IT? you see your mind's poor so cluttered and conformed just a victim of utterless porn now that doesnt mean i dont like a good vid or two this is it..there may be no more...its called a fucking metaphor i'm kidding you but this is what you could get those kids into it reminds me of a time before when i met up some whores i'd get em' and snore i woke up the next morn with a bump and a sore til then, i dont want them no more well those sores..they have a name..ya passed them on to me cuz your insane herpies it is..ya went down and ya gots it....now my pussy hurts...I cant even sit stop it with all of your lollygagging, you got me laughing off your lollipopping topics pussy popping, clothes dropping i know of it jewelry tom-foolery our kids..they hate us..we left them..way before we even dreamnt them....we sleep we dream but those are dreams not what it seems girl you gotta love it and it seems so serene tell that to Serene in the back of my Jeep I'm acting a fool yes i need an Emmy Maybe the fool, is the demons in me to be you and me..what we had...it was like the joey buttafucco dude..I didnt cut your dic..but it was still bad oh dag I'd be roaring for days but things like that have you showing your age I think in the 80s i was a baby maybe so dont think i can recall so easily into me then you shouldnt be...ya know even with the herpies..ya cant live without me ya say I am to old..that is not the way I roll..I am the kinda of friend....I will gots your back till the end I have always seen life for what it is.. So you got my back You have no idea, how i'd react friends sometimes do the missing when I leave and they are alone stop all your complainling the never realized what they had blown plainly i'd rather hear you moan blown away...a friend lost..yea I was the one in the alley when they tried to kick your ass Kick my ass? notice, i was shit faced and crashed I dont hold a grudge..its not like ya pushed me to the ledge It would completely be through, if i wasnt surrounded in brew and i could of got up to defend you Yes you i would of defended Yes you i meant it Having a syringe in every men's appendage I would obviously ended Whatever the guys thought they beginned it if that last word didnt make sense, i bent it just to make fit it my rhyming scheme I'm still way behind on things but cant really comply on why i try to sing You see i'm still lingering Ingenius tinkering Insert, then out, and follow through with the fingering Oh what the fuck i'm saying to much I know ya want me defeated...yea ya want me to moan..ya want me beat...to bend me over and boan me...my soul is not on loan Now a million 9 year old boys want to follow and such Oh stop your groaning As soon as i call you on my mobile phone I"ll see you in the morning Then maybe your ex will storm in I'm like take her shes horrid I didnt mean it baby I save thee, from being beat with extension cords and no ill be gone ..you'll get my msg machine...this is done...I know that no matter what ya say I have won knifes to swipe you can say that you've won but one on one i'm the one you want and if you play me for dumb i'll drive up in my ford by a quarter to one ya can step up..I'd like to see it..step up but dont you beleive it say something! when i'm toteing my gun beleive that ya ever had me..ya never had me..its a dream..ya just got see see the life we use to have..pull the trigger...fuck you I have a knife Play me twice and i wont be so nice lady i'm crazy, and i want you for my wife i dont care if i'm right i've always been left out i've always been the next doubt So i coax on my coat and some more notes i quote but it won't compare to the bareness i know You won't believe how i weave these sentence that i need like life support thats a fort for me Most importantly And not to be skipped All these words that you spray, is like a day in the mist sometimes i even enjoy the shit But all this ranting and raving with no ecstasy pills Is like planting and paving A way for lost dudes with no will moist for what could of been...oh yea scream and moan...could of should of would of... put your ass on the floor quit yapping all your actions, give me rashes ya lost..ya dropped the ball...now ya sit back..jack off and wonder damn how did I take such a fall its sorta like my silence to violence but even as we chat, i happened to catch a virus no silence is golden..ya been to the movies..o yea we sat in the back row we did some grooving i cant believe you had the gall to act rude I'll foil your manners to you decide to act cool Its like oil i handle my hands crude rude...honey please...your such a prude Best believe i rule the siege never even kissed me on our first date...ya never touch my tits and they are first rate and you would roo the day you try to mess with me My tools are all messy see and I tried to fixed this old mess we weave I know messy cuz you are left just fucking you you dont know what to do even so as i sew your stress to gold ya walk away wishing..ya never left.. you would never admit i blessed your sou so i did it i quit i'm done with this shit ooo stressed up come on babe ya knew ya werent first rate you fucking lil bitch tell it to my face i'd paint a palet on your face with a malet from my waist wait no lets slow the pace cuz I want you i call it a little pistol baby how does it taste? yea your words have made me second rate but I dont want to debate So how do you say, how would you rate it? Prepare to be there for the meer amazement You can stand clear right adjacent to the end of the world that i'm pacing This message has been edited. Last edited by: Laissez Faire, |
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"Writer of the wrath, Printer of the curse, Villian on the loose, Paper on the lurk"- Lupe Fiasco "Gangsta, Gangsta" |
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Laissez Faire, I'm still reading what you have and it's incredible. I guess Lupe influenced you a lot huh? You ever think about having a career as a rapper? A Ghostwriter, maybe? LOL.
This message has been edited. Last edited by: Honey1015, "Writer of the wrath, Printer of the curse, Villian on the loose, Paper on the lurk"- Lupe Fiasco "Gangsta, Gangsta" |
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