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chronic_24/7

yeah i'm opening this thread cause all the other rap threads got closed down. so just to let you know, no battlin in this thread and try to keep the swearin and shyt to a minimum. i don't want this thread to be another casualty by the powers that be.

look into the sun
your eyes'll burn
but you're stupid
its the only way you'll learn
same goes with me
don't try to stare me down
but if you do you better bring all your tools
if you wanna tear me down
cause i fight back
no doubt about it
i'm in my lex 300
you'd better go around it
and avoid me at all costs
cause i run this shyt
i'm the boss
but if you're gonna play against me prepare for a loss

okay this may look like a battle or somethin but its not. i'm not directing this at anyone. its just the way i write

 

dj atom 12

I choose to use
blues clues on ya avenues
hacidic jews with diamond studded shoes
lookin at me but they dont botha us
an we step into the psychadelic disco bus.


And bevis says"uh, like word and stuff"

Sometimes there are words in your head that want to be set free
or they will eat pinholes in your cerebral cortex.

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its 106 miles to chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a packet of cigarretes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses
hit it

Panama

If you can't keep it civil this will cease to be.

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"This fight against the War on Drugs is not a war in the classic sense of the word, so it's virtually impossible to point to one instance and say, 'That was the battle that stemmed the tide in our favor'. We have had many small victories that have led us to where we are and each day we continue to communicate and educate brings us that much closer to our ultimate goal: The end of marijuana prohibition." -Richard "Panama" Red-
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chronic_24/7

haha panama uttering the threats...

and why the hell would you move this thread to the creative writing forum from the MUSIC forum? it is rap after all. its not a short story.

Higher Logic

Some of these are freestyles that I write when I'm bored in class or something, some don't even rhyme, just very poetic. Enjoy:


(Poetic)
Like a candle Mind was lit with a match from above,
Mind was given chances to which Mind fell short of,
Dream captures Mind like a prisoner of war,
And only the Creator knows what Dream has in store,
Dream can bring Mind its deepest desires,
But Dream can also tear Mind like Firestone tires,
Dream holds on to the keys for Mind's gate
And what Mind has done will reflect Mind's esate,
The door to Mind's cell is one of a kind,
Like a Mastercard the number's pre-assigned,
Dream brings Mind things that Mind could never obtain,
A mansion in the country or a condo out in Spain,
Mind had ups and downs, trials and tribulations,
But Mind was tired—too full of complications,
Mind awoke from the grasps of his brother Dream,
Like a butcher Mind's thoughts were cut lean,
Mind was free from Dream and out on his own,
But Mind found out quick that Mind was alone.


(Freestyle about a girl I met here)
There's a girl that I like and she doesn't even know it.
I couldn't find the right words to say, so I wrote it.
With a pen in my hand, and some paper in my lap,
A story's about to unfold, gather 'round, here's my rap:
It started on a September day, cold as hell; I felt a tap.
Turned to my right and heard a voice, blonde-haired honey in my lap.
Asking for an O of shrooms, fifth of Hen, and an ounce and a half,
I smiled and shook my head—she let out a sigh, and then a laugh.
She gave me her phone number and into my electronic book it went.
Upstairs to my dorm, stumbling to my bed, let out a sigh, I was spent.
Like a light I was out, just like I knew this girl was Heaven sent.
Next day woke up, not remembering a thing, rolled out of bed, heard a ring.
Who could this be? I don't know the phone number, what's with this thing?
Answered the phone, it was a girl's voice. She wanted to come over...(heh, don't know what to write anymore).


(Poetic)
Assistant to the Kerres, which make our deaths a nightmare,
Pain brings Suffering, Grief, and Sorrow to his rendezvous point.
He tears at your heart and mingles with your soul,
His dagger sharp nails pierce your heart, melting it like butter.
Dark into his eyes is the tale of no mercy,
A heart made of stone and a mind engulfed with torture,
His objective is to bring you to a climax of Deceit and Suffering.
Ravaged with the thoughts of ten thousand serial killers,
The ideas in his torn mind are transposed to his Soul like Xerox.
Pain will stop at nothing to erase your Soul of Dream and Desire,
Let him set a fire to the house of Comfort and Pleasure.
The burn of a thousand venomous bites seep into the Sisters of Joy,
Burnt to a crisp, and nothing more, the Sisters of Joy were nevermore.
Pain reins the world with Death instinct; Pain is the foreshadowing of Death.


(Freestyle, Keyed)
Sit down and relax 'cause it's gonna be a long one,
Tear your spinal cord out like I'm gutting trout son,
Look into your eyes to see the fear in your ret-nuz,
Suck yer soul from your mouth, you should fear my breath cuz,
Peelin' skin from yer torso like the parmasean cheese,
Wrap it 'round yer dick like a condom, keepin' ya safe from disease,
Tear the nails straight out from your short, broken fingers,
Like perfume, the smell of warm blood and wet tears lingers,
Drain the blood from your lifeless body and let it hang from a tree,
You can't stop me now son, yer boy's on a ****ing killing spree.


(Freestyle during Sociology)
Let me tell y’all about a class that I’m in,
“S-O-C-1-0-1”, shut-up, it’s ‘bout to begin,
This class is hellhole, three hours long,
It’s hard to stay awake, damn that four-foot bong,
No worries—it’s “ok”—pop some “NoDoze,”
So I can stay awake all day,
I’m about to lay my head on the table,
I can thank the caffeine, ephedrine, and that,
Other stuff on the label. It’s crack, man! I can’t keep my eyes
From moving around: left and right,
All the while’s trying to keep myself busy
So I can stay “stress-frizzy” while I spit this “rizzy,”
On this white paper that’s sitting on the “tizzy,”
Where my book lays......collecting dust,
A can of Coke in my hand—****, this class is so long,
I swear I’m seeing things! No, no, that’s rust,
On the brim of my cup, I’m about to fall,
Into the caffeine-filled pool, I’m drowning from my drool,
Heard a noise down the hall: it’s the janitor, name’s Sam,
Knocking over trash cans, stupid old man,
What the **** is wrong with you? Use your ****ing hands.
Can’t you do a thing right? Or are you too,
Dumb and ****ed up, mental retardation,
That grips the nation that wakes up,
To a threat from the Afghan-Haitians,
Sprinkling anthrax on your tax forms, a government plot,
Put a tab on their tongue, yeah they love that dot,
They can trip balls for hours while they’re in the showers,
To get all dressed up, pick up their girl, and some flowers,
Of black roses, blood from their noses,
So they gotsta holds’es the red poison that,
Covers the floors, yet still they want more,
Of that Columbian white, ****’s pure as snow,
Little ****ing snow bunny, you’za stinking whore,
“Gimme more, gimme more,” is all you can say,
Sniff that white ‘till the bag’s gone so you can,
***** and I’ll just ask: “What’s wrong? Why the long face?”
It’s almost to the ground. **** girl. Fix yourself up,
You look like a Basset Hound,
Tall glass of milk from the ‘frig and a cookie,
Calm you down slowly, maybe later get some nookie,
Can I have a look-see at that thong you just bought?
String is hanging out, tight as ****, pulled taut,
Lemme run my fingers down your silky back,
Take them down your waist and rub my hands on your milky,
White panties, slide them pants down to the ground,
I guess I’ll drop my drawers too, now down to the floor,
“Ding Dong!” Who the hell’s at the ****ing door?
My younger cousin Edgar and his sister Lenore,
White-trash rednecks, taking checks from Welfare,
Money that I pay for, taxes for babies and their
Mother****ing crack whore
Of a mother, stupid slut—look what you’ve done!
You’re lying on the counter and you look all strung,
Out from the crack that you need to survive,
You’re a slave to that white; powder is your life,
Don’t you know that **** ****s up your lives?
You don’t care; it’s all the same to you,
You’d stick needles in them arms ‘till your blood was blue,
Snap! I forgot I was in class,
Come on man; get back to a reality,
That doesn’t exist ‘cause I’m high,
Off that Indo, that weed-filled “Backwood,”
That **** reminds me of the old days, back in my hood,
In the South, thirty minutes from the S-A-V,
It’s where I grew up man; it’s where I wish I could be,
On the sand with my boys, down on “Burke’s Beach,”
Sit and smoke some ‘dro and begin to teach,
Each other about the things that we know,
“Who ****ed who?”, “What’s her name?”, and “Does she do blow?”
End of discussion. End of the blunt.
Go back to the house and sit on the couch,
We can watch some TV and play some Halo,
Watch some porno; see how low that slut can go,
Damn that ***** can suck a mouthful, now I’m feeling kinda horny,
I don’t have a condom or a girl, guess I’m **** outta luck,
Can I get a minute here to gather my thoughts?
We’re talking about a murder and a man named OJ,
I guess it’s true ya know, about what they say,
Money rules the world, hell you can even commit murder,
If I were to kill someone, their body would be like “Gerber,”
All chopped up so your body’s in a can, put you in a box,
And fly ya to Japan, drop you way up high to watch you land,
I’m having some fun now, eating a “100 Grand,”
Chocolate-covered goodness in a tiny red wrapper,
Some ***** is clicking her pen, makes me wanna smack her,
Whack some sense in her head; I’ll make that ***** beg,
For me not to knock the blonde off her,
Head—it’s what she’s giving me after this class,
Take her back to my dorm so I can get a piece of that ass,
**** her all night and then pack up a glass,
Bowl of that green that I bought from my dealer,
A girl named Ellen, that ***** owes me a favor,
So I got an eighth for thirty-five and I,
Came back later because ya know I crave her,
Sticky long nuggets packed tight on a stem,
It came straight from Colorado; Denver to be exact,
It’s the best **** I’ve smoked, **** I think that’s a fact,
Of life that we die as soon as we’re born,
Torn from the womb and on to our feet to walk,
Up the aisle to take our last stand,
While we spit out our vows and a passionate kiss,
I hope this is the one, I hope this is her wish,
To be with me, love me "‘till death do us part,"
Never let my dick take control, always think with my heart,
That’s filled with the love of a mother and her child,
About to have a baby now, this **** is wild,
Seemed like a minute ago I was in “So'sh” class,
“1-0-1” one was the suffix to this class sent from hell,
Time to go now; pack up my ****, there’s the bell!

 

Panama

Not a threat, Sparky, a promise.

highallthetime

i'm so addicted
i should be convicted
of every crime that the law books listed
i'm stealin for weed money
i'm eveil i'm wicked
cuz mary-j can make a rainy day sunny
mental addiction too strong
one day without a puff is a day too long
and i know the shyts wrong
but it dont matter
cuz my lungs awaitin and this joints gettin fatter

yeah boy

highallthetime

politicians won't listen
all i hear is them bichin
bout marijuana addiction
which aint even existin
my prediction is the downfall of the government
capital hill'll be burnin and i'll be lovin it
anarchy is the way to be
get rid of politicans and set yourselves free
all they do is lie and put on fake smiles
while we pay taxes which go to their travel miles
its vile the state that the world is in
where the people who lead us lead the world in sin

Island Bob

Panama, please dont let this continue.

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TheCleric

Enough, both of you.

highallthetime is posting within the guidelines and doesn't need to be heckled, the last thread like this turned into a flame war and i will be damned if this one is going to.

Anymore comments aimed at starting flames in here will be deleted.