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  • Originally posted by trkaline View Post
    My influence spans Distant planets and galaxies,
    If you Ali G's wanna challenge me ill disect ur anatomy graphicly and gramatically,
    Its drama b my armory is sure to rip through ur armor b,
    your not on my level, or even my terrestrial plain,
    ur existance is limited to your carbon frame whats my name?
    They call me the last son of the cosmos,
    Using unholy strength to open dudes up and leave em comatose,
    Then I roast there flesh using rays from the sun,
    And theres no hope for planet earth cause its already done....
    i like this one a lot

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    • My latest song "Rest":

      I feel a dark cloud rising over me
      And no sunshine, I can't even see
      My lungs are shrinking, I can't even breathe
      My head is breaking, I can't believe

      That I'd kill myself today if I could
      But I fear that I'm already dead
      I know I should wait for better days
      But I'd rather lay in my grave instead
      I'd tell the devil to kill me today
      But the angels know I'm already dead
      So let me bleed and let me go
      Just say goodbye and put me to rest

      I've got bloodshot eyes and no escape
      And nobody's here to make sure I'm safe
      I could change it all but it's too late
      Now I look in a mirror filled with hate

      Cuz I'd kill myself today if I could
      But I fear that I'm already dead
      I know I should wait for better days
      But I'd rather lay in my grave instead
      I'd tell the Devil to kill me today
      But the angels know I'm already dead
      So let me bleed and let me go
      Just say goodbye and put me to rest

      I'd kill myself today if I could
      But I fear that I'm already dead
      I know I should wait for better days
      But I'd rather lay in my grave instead
      I'd tell the Devil to kill me today
      But the angels know I'm already dead
      So let me bleed and let me go
      Just say goodbye and put me to rest

      I'd tell the devil to kill me today
      But the angels know I'm already dead
      I'd tell the devil to kill me today
      But the angels know I'm already dead
      So let me bleed and let me go
      Just say goodbye....

      And put me to rest

      (Rock song, modeled after some 3 Doors Down songs)

      Thanks BoneKrusher! The Sig King!

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      • Bruce Ratner's (Nets Owner) favorite bed time story:
        Twas the night before free agency (2010)
        when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even Jay-Z;

        The money was gathered with care,
        In hopes that LeBron soon would be there;

        The owner was nestled all snug in his bed,
        While visions of LeBron danced in his head;

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        • trkaline, you have the lyrical range and overall writing talent but the song structures are extremely basic.
          Listen to some rappers that have the ability to break off from "humpty dumpty" line structure.
          Last edited by Bruce Banner; 11-03-2008, 02:02 AM.

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          • I NEED HELP!!!!

            I have a chorus, and I think that I can write up the rest of the song in a hundred different ways but i'm not sure what to write about...

            So tell me what this chorus makes you think of or how it makes you feel..

            This world will bring you down
            But will you rise back up?
            Tell me, where will you go
            When the going gets tough?
            Will you stick to all your plans
            Or are you living on a prayer?
            Cuz no matter where we are
            We're only halfway there


            Any thoughts at all would help me tons... thanks in advance!

            Thanks BoneKrusher! The Sig King!

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            • Initial taste of a true addiction
              At the mercy of our final good bye
              Might as well have been his crucifixion
              For this demise of a natural high
              Society full of expectations
              And a December sky will bare witness
              It was not just a simple vacation
              Mutual silence left him action less
              In the gentle greens we stood side by side
              In parking lots we only grew closer
              The end was a result of self pride
              Nothing on his sleeves stoned wall composure
              She released the doves from the rusted cage
              New material as he takes the stage

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              • Another Man Down In The Ghetto

                I'm laying in a pool of blood with my chest open,
                I'm like satan not yet, don't cash in my check,
                I paid my debt to society im just tryin to pay rent,
                It's too late to repent god dont want me no more,
                So if you let me bounce this last time you can take me the next,

                I know that I'm living trife, but that's what livings like,
                When your young and aint got the funds to be living right,
                Yeah I sold coke, yeah I sold crack, but I never sold to kids if indirectly my bad,
                I'm only one man, with only one life, so every day I pray please don't take me tonight,
                Sittin' on the corner supplyin the junks,can't fault me on that,
                There system need the stuff, more than Biggie needed Puff, more than Scarface needed heaters, more than LL needed love,
                See I provide a service for the disinfranchised and downtrodden,
                But the media paint the picture of me like im a bad guy like Mr.Bin Laden,
                Yeah once in awhile, people die from what I sell, But If I recall,
                People die from alcohol and ciggerettes as well,

                I'm laying in a pool of blood with my chest open,
                I'm like satan not yet, don't cash in my check,
                I paid my debt to society im just tryin to pay rent,
                It's too late to repent god dont want me no more,
                So if you let me bounce this last time you can take me the next,

                I'm just sitting on my stoop, another day at the office,
                I see a black Acura driving by slow, but that **** happens often,
                Probably just another preferred customer looking for a fix,
                Saw the window roll down, before I could react i got hit,
                Just a leg shot, so I started to hop, As I hobble through the doorway no room to dodge, I hear a thunderclap than theres another one lodged,
                Now I'm laying in my living room, Hear a voice calling out "It's all gonna be over soon, now where are the G's *****? Where are the Key's *****? We aint ******* around, hurry and tell me *****!"
                The black shapes standing over me I knew that my time came,
                But this is what you gotta deal wit dealin that raw cane,
                So I choke out a response, one go into the back, than the last thing I hear,
                Is the roar of the gat,

                I'm laying in a pool of blood with my chest open,
                I'm like satan not yet, don't cash in my check,
                I paid my debt to society im just tryin to pay rent,
                It's too late to repent god dont want me no more,
                So if you let me bounce this last time you can take me the next,
                It's just another man down in the ghetto, Just another man down in the ghetto,
                Cause 9-5 cash he couldn't settle, So it's another man down in the ghetto.
                Last edited by trkaline; 09-26-2008, 10:06 AM.

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                • Im blazing such amazing portraying the symphony im staging,
                  Feeling caged in, just a blade of grass in the wind waving,
                  Smokin blunts the size of royal farms fries , to a world i have more in common with then i realize,
                  Just cut the ********, with that im through wit clueless stupid on the borderline of the coolest ruthless villian that I invision and my potentials only on the upswing,
                  So sing along word is bond ill stay thorough til im gone til my corpse is eatten by maggots and my memories so long,
                  I keep it wicked straight, I keep both eyes on my plate see ur hand creeping crossed the table ull see fork in face,
                  Cuz my minds in place, to accelerate the cosmos plan to eradicate the human race,
                  My rhymes are pure cuz my soul just soars in the other direction down the dark path,
                  Whenever i see another soul exstinguished my spirit just laughs,
                  Then I grab the scapple and move it across ur neck front to back, Yea I just dirt napped u b4 u got time to react.

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                  • My eyes glaze over,
                    Their visions more sharp,
                    Dreams of a future,
                    Growing ever more dark

                    My fingers lose feeling,
                    No I'm not okay,
                    I'm shivering of cold
                    On a hot summer day

                    My feelings mistaken,
                    My eyes painfully true,
                    They see many clouds
                    To fill this sky so blue

                    This summer brought warmth,
                    And the masses a new,
                    Tomorrow their coming
                    For me and for you



                    The wind is howling at my back
                    The mountains screaming in my face
                    the battle is already won,
                    blood is the only thing that I taste
                    My scars are still tender
                    My struggles a waste
                    with thousands behind me
                    few have killed with such haste

                    my loyalty never wavered
                    as throughout I stayed true
                    no mercy in battle
                    for so many, that I slew
                    as war stole my love
                    my thirst for vengeance grew
                    and only in battle
                    could I find love a new

                    But now I am old,
                    tired and weak
                    I have fought for so long
                    my fate is so bleak
                    I await death
                    having fallen from my peak
                    i no longer worry,
                    of whose blood do I reek

                    now I can see
                    that I fought only myself
                    with not but a lighter,
                    and a drug filled shelf

                    no warriors have I slain
                    and the blood is all mine
                    so I say goodbye
                    for the very last time

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                    • When it comes to the rap game I got it on lock down
                      Because I'm like Phil Spector, I'm the master of sound
                      I produce my own ****, I do it all by myself
                      People hear my albums and put yours on the shelf

                      I'm a rich ************ seen nothing but success
                      My rhymes pack heat, so you can expect nothing less
                      Tonguetie other rappers leave em fightin' for breath
                      By the time I'm done, won't be anyone else left

                      You musta missed the memo the world passed you by
                      So you can fill up my glass 'cause the bottom's gettin' dry
                      Ain't nothin' but my slave from cradle to the grave
                      And you know my ****'s big so you better behave

                      ***** I'll tear you apart even when I'm on short rest
                      You say you're experienced, so get ready for a test
                      Put on your A game 'cause I've slept with the best
                      Better put on your best face, 'cause I'm makin a mess

                      You lucky you got me 'cause early bird gets the worm
                      I know I'm doin' good since I keep makin' you squirm
                      I'm like Iron Mike Tyson 'cause I can go all twelve rounds
                      I hope your **** can take it cause you know I'm gonna pound

                      Sit on your face 'cause I want your tongue lickin' my crack
                      Then you can pull your head forward, start workin my sack
                      Well it was fun while it lasted but I ain't need you no more
                      So I'm gonna kick you out my house like you just a filthy *****

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                      • Yo VIP let's kick it

                        Ice ice baby (x2)
                        All right stop collaborate and listen
                        Ice is back with my brand new invention
                        Something grabs a hold of me tightly
                        Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
                        Will it ever stop yo I don't know
                        Turn off the lights and I'll glow
                        To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
                        Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
                        Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
                        I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
                        Deadly when I play a dope melody
                        Anything less than the best is a felony
                        Love it or leave it you better gain weight
                        You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
                        If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
                        Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

                        CHORUS
                        Ice ice baby vanillla (x4)

                        Now that the party is jumping
                        With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
                        Quick to the point to the point no faking
                        I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
                        Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
                        I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
                        And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
                        I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
                        Rollin' in my 5.0
                        With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
                        The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
                        Did you stop no I just drove by
                        Kept on pursuing to the next stop
                        I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
                        The block was dead
                        Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
                        Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
                        Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
                        Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
                        Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
                        Reading for the chumps on the wall
                        The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
                        Gunshots rang out like a bell
                        I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
                        Falling on the concrete real fast
                        Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
                        Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
                        I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
                        Police on the scene you know what I mean
                        They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
                        If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
                        Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

                        REPEAT CHORUS

                        Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
                        Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
                        My town that created all the bass sound
                        Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
                        'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
                        Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
                        Conducted and formed
                        This is a hell of a concept
                        We make it hype and you want to step with this
                        Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
                        Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
                        If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
                        Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
                        Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
                        If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
                        Check out the hook while Shay revolves it

                        Ice ice baby vanilla
                        Ice ice baby (oh-oh) vanilla
                        Ice ice baby vanilla
                        Ice ice baby vanilla ice
                        Yo man let's get out of here
                        Word to your mother
                        Ice ice baby too cold
                        Ice ice baby too cold too cold (x2)
                        Ice ice baby
                        CHRIS PETERSEN > STEVE SARKISIAN AND JIM MORA. CALL ME WHEN ONE MAKES A BCS BOWL.


                        Originally posted by slightlyabroncosfan
                        JBalla is mormon, so naturally he assumes that whenever you get one marriage done, another two or five are in the works.

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                        • Not mine but it's been stuck in my head a while:

                          It’s funny when a movement makes the mainstream but still don’t do ****, but bruise a dream, produce a new level of youth unseen. And the truth is the kids are losing steam and to say it’s a shame is to undermine it. We’re talking about the most hated machine of all time its they’re playing a game with most of our lives but in November who had the patience to stand in line?

                          It’s plain insane, they’d come to realize it, it’s big pain, stalk a flock a sheep
                          Talk’s cheap when I shock ya. Used to want to street fight like Blanka,
                          now I just pray I don’t lose my ****** head like boss Tanaka. Rock a black bandana too tight, black man with the posture of a punk cast aside cuz I ain't white.

                          I’m patriotic like a fox, I hung my flag high, but musta misunderstood when Beanie Sigel was like, "ayo, light that **** the **** up" I aint white, and there’s laws for that, so I use color safe bleach at the laundrymat. and deal with it, you see how my squad react, we keep our hands warm with the damn patriot act.

                          We burn pages, matter a fact we burn back, it was written as an outright attack. See, you can’t fight a feeling, I feel terrified, there’s a war against me, my friends, my fam, my pride, my life, my job, my likes and like mindeds. Folks are like "pshh" like they just don’t mind it. So I’m cool right, they wag the dog we catch the lipstick. What kinda city plumber thought that he could make these old and rusty pipes fit? Well they don’t, I’m catching the drip
                          I’ll practice holdin’ my breath, then sink with the ship. It goes…

                          Hands up if you're broken but find a way to stand up. Give it up if you're hopin and never givin' up.

                          Pick the Winners Champion 2008 | 2011

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                          • money spent on you is money i wont miss
                            cause babygirl, makin you smile is priceless [priceLISS]

                            Paul

                            New York Giants
                            New York Yankees
                            New York Knicks (unfortunately)
                            UConn Basketball
                            Virginia Tech Football
                            UConn Football

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                            • Poverty's Devistation

                              I once knew a crooked man who lived in a crooked house,
                              Had some crooked kids and a crooked spouse,
                              Worked a crooked job to put food on the crooked table for there crooked mouths,
                              Was he really crooked? his intentions were good,
                              He wanted to get out of this life even though he knew he never would,
                              He knew it was just a matter of geographic proximity,
                              He missed the chance to leave when crack entered into his vicinity,
                              He found a way to escape the pain so he indulged relentlessly,
                              He changed from master of his own destiny to slave of neccesity,
                              Now his children are crying cuz there all alone,
                              Cuz daddy introduced it to mommy and there somewhere lying on a bench zoned,

                              Stop me if you heard this story before,
                              I know you see them nodding down at the corner store,
                              Not bad people just bad situations,
                              Got caught up... in poverty's devastation,

                              Ya see, Willy really wasn't a bad guy,
                              Just at the wrong place at the wrong time,
                              At 15 Willy really looked up to his brother,
                              Daddy walked out at age 3 and mommy wasn't much of a mother,
                              Willy's brothers name was Darell, and Darell dealt drugs,
                              You could find him on the corner drinkin 40's wit the thugs,
                              Or shooting up in a bathroom stall in the back of the club,
                              But Willy didn't know that clearly, even when his brother started actin silly,
                              Darell sold to there mother, who was an addict herself,
                              Was once a young dancer forced to put her dreams on the shelf,
                              Went from dancing chorus line to shaking her ass,
                              Then she moved on to taking johns now thats where shes at,

                              Stop me if you heard this story before,
                              I know you see them nodding down at the corner store,
                              Not bad people just bad situations,
                              Got caught up... in poverty's devastation,

                              Willy followed Darell to a party one night,
                              Proceeded to get loaded noticed Darrel was nowhere in sight,
                              Found him in the back bedroom like hat is this?
                              It's that good **** willy go on take a hit,
                              Willy never used a needle before,
                              One of Darrels friends shown him the way and before long he was sprawled out on the floor,
                              Woke up the next day and looked to the side,
                              Saw Darell staring back at him with wide open eyes,
                              Knew what was up he started to cry,
                              Spent the next 10 minutes shaking him askin himself why,
                              Fast forward 2 years later and Willy is illin,
                              Patrolling the dark alley ways searching for his next victim,
                              6 months ago his mother passed away,
                              Not long after Darell od'd she contracted aids,
                              So on the streets he stays living life in a heroin induced daze,
                              Better run for the door if you get the chance to leave,
                              Dont end up like the crooked family....

                              Stop me if you heard this story before,
                              I know you see them nodding down at the corner store,
                              Not bad people just bad situations,
                              Got caught up... in poverty's devistation,

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                              • This was a freestyle I did on *Dying to live* By Tupac and Biggie


                                Why am I runnin to live
                                no motivation
                                exasperation
                                in respiration
                                determination only leads to manifistation and in these situations
                                We become basic creations
                                whites blacks asians and hatians
                                n every other race is just racin
                                but for what
                                there is no prize awaitin
                                hand eye coordination
                                with the gat in placen
                                the barrel starin down a random victims facen
                                they fear whats about to take placen
                                why am i tryin to live in a world like this
                                i might be next on the list of hits

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