Ix Nay on the Rap Thread Aye

[Hashishi]

I aint pack shit but weed and a fat wrap of hippy crack,
when I stomp the rigs shake and the DJ lays dark tracks.
I'm an enigma ready to rip at the drop of a hat,
catching vibes of the crowds and I'm beaming 'em back
like enterprise I turn nobs, flick switches and check dials,
this congregation of K-heads stretching for miles
are at my disposal I get bloods off the floor
'cause every fucker's stomping when I bounce through the door.

[SpiralArchitect]

Yo yo

Yo yo yo


Yo! Yeahhhh.......

(ADIDAS and L0st_st0ker should duel! You two are really really good! )

[ADIDAS]

You say we should duel like the ghostly west. Back to back, armed, lacking the vest.
A game of finger triggers, or is it trigger happy. Walk, turn, shoot, left all red and nappy.
Now I said its crappy, the situation Im left with. Kids without their pappy, now just an old west myth.
All because of the ol Wess Smith. The Ruger, the Glock, a bloody mess kid.
Dude left runnin the old drunkin saloon, theres a new sherrif in town, and hes gunnin for you.

[Hashishi]

Thanks for the support,
dad - I'm all sorted.
Years ago
your little games
made no sense to me.
Yet in hindsight
I see in your grey eyes
this malice; anchored
somewhere cold and dark and deep.
From bedsit to hostel
to bein' followed by muscle
cuz I aint collected
or delivered or I've fucked up again.
Good lord I've fucked up again
with no one to deliver me!
Somebody pick me up
and put me on my feet again.
Wrapped up like an Eskimo
It's a task keepin' warm
and on the move to the next
checkpoint for a score.
Man I'm done with dunpin' quarters
at quarter to four with my pasty
face drained and flaking and sore.
Aint got a woman to go to without
some drugs in my sock and all I've got's
a roll of dollar that I can't even touch,
and mornin's dawning and my fingers defreeze
but when I start walkin' my joints all seize.
So thanks for the support dad,
and yeah my eyes may be poppin',
but I've been up three days,
-house to house-
-on the street.-
I aint tryin' to invade and you've got
family to deal with,
but the least you can do
is fuckin' talk to me on the porch
or inside cuz I'm already half-dead from exposure,
but all I get's a lecture
and *SLAM* I'm facing the door.
Understand this the man I spent
years and years saving;
on suicide watch
watchin' himd drinking and fading
and every day I stepped into his pad
I pictured him dead-
danglin' from the light by a cord round his neck
and every day he'd be stone drunk
and flat on the floor.
snd I'd bring gim his food
and buy his alcohol.
I was trapped in this cycle
without the support.
Now I'm playin' his game but where's his support?
Lord send me a favour cuz I'm all out at this point.

[Dark]

Back onto the rollercoaster, the steep incline begins
You're holding on and grinning big, the tension's paper thin
You reach the top and look around, you think you'll be alright
The ride gets fast, you let it pass but grip the handle tight
Your buckle starts to hurt your waist, the wind gets cold against your face
The ride gets bumpy while it holds you in a tight embrace
Suddenly you're all alone, your family watches down below
You only wish you could be home, safe, alone and getting stoned
And while it snows from up above, and when the push has come to shove
You scream and cry and tell the ride you only came to look for love
The ride just simply laughs, with some screeches on the track
It gets a little faster while you try to just relax
Buy the ticket, take the ride, this seat is in your name
You're halfway through a tunnel and you wish you'd never came
Your life is looking dreary and you don't know who to blame
And this "amusement" park has only giving you more pain

[Hashishi]

Let's emo it up in the rap thread ayyye?
I'm runnin' over my shit time and again like a fly,
but I'm done diggin' bruddah, let the bad vibes die
pass that fuckin' dutchie 'fore I flick ash in you eye.
Nah man I'm jestin, I'm a fool for this shit:
I'll make you shit bricks then smile
'till you double up and crack a rib.
I'm the safest, soundest, most sorted individual
and you can trust me with your drugs right through to your Skittles.
Just leave 'em in the corner or I'll eat 'em all up
double droppin' 'em all and wondering why I aint catch a buzz.

[Dark]

I respect the true lyrics, even if only a few hear it
Spit verses that make Pac and Big rise as two spirits
This is the truth, fear it, keep that jaw clenched shut.
I'm the starting point guard, you're on the bench and cut
Keep them battle words tucked safe under yer belt
I'll make you look silly and just blunder yourself
Rip you up in tiny pieces and I'll plunder your health
Better call 10 mother fuckers in a Hummer for help.
This is the summer of wealth, and yer just beggin for change
I'm nation-wide known, no one remembers your name
You try and spit that weak shit and I dismember your game
Take another swing and I'll re-render your frame

[Dark]

Floating through this world just like a New York city pigeon
The smell of last Thanksgiving left to rot in empty kitchens
Finding ways of livin', but my life ain't really driven
Tried to get the high score but already failed the mission
Just a trail of visions, of what I used to be, memories,
Only time I get some peace is when I write this pen relief
This life is sendin me straight to the devil if she's down there,
In fact I used to know her, she had blue eyes and brown hair,
Few guys I doubt care, but roads have curved, turned out bare,
So I drive fast when I get high and try to pass without care,
And end it in a simple fashion, me and you, two cars are crashin',
One road, one lake, one brake, two splashes
Live on past the covered caskets? Doubt there's more when life advances
But the way this day has turned, I'm just about to take my chances
A dirty fucking pigeon, flying rat across the city,
Loss of dreams, loss of hope it seems, and loss of pity


Sorry to "emo it up" as hashishi said .
Honestly, it's just my usual style when I used to write often. Makes me feel much better sometimes writing stuff like that actually. I wasn't even depressed but had an immediate urge to write
Carry on

[Hashishi]

Shapes and blurred colours is this amnesia?
I'm so whacked out on trips I got synesthesia.
Thieves smilin' daggers in this dreamworld
turned upside down, split at the seams
and spillin' worms. It's reptilian,
my mates voices all sound like rattle snakes
I'm in isolation buried at the bottom of some lake
with the paranoia I can't shake: I'm stuck in the hole;
I'm a clairvoyant listening to the voices of the old;
and slowly it makes sense as reality dawns
and I claw my way upwards and I'm surrounded by my bros.
My eyes wild and frantic but I'm finally there,
another trip into madness: the K-hole; the fear.

[ADIDAS]

Yall killt that shit. Very solid Dark and Hash