I'm torn and tattered writing raps like it mattered doing laps I have shattered the people who stayed it backfired and took you out as I have acquired the skill it takes to become desired in the pen game I feel wired. I'm not. I'm Just Tired... Of not being there with all the people I cared for. Just leavin out the door when there was so much more in store. Stormin out into the night and it starts to pour. Yeah I'm tired and tore up from this self inflicted war. It wore me out to the point of being sore to the core. This isn't a story of Lore not rapping to bore down on anyone but me. So before you point fingers know that I'm not perfect. Nei
My rhymes are heavily weighed like a London Ton Gentleman. You'll be shunned from the masses when my misses or misstress brings in a diss all over this. You'll be on the tippy top of the gossip and a hop skip, shit I lost it, threw a fit and split your lip during a bout of Pugilism in a prism of arithmatism. Meaning we're fighting while my words are carefully calculated to shine lighting. My writing is brightening the nightscene and it's frightning with the suspence heightening You lose your sighting as my hands are tightening around your throat.
But in the truth of the matter these thoughts could mean that you're a lost cause with such a fl
Running through the sky
I'm on a Star Trek
But with people tryna fight
I'm in some Star Wars
You whores on all fours
Comin through my doggy doors
Don't get mud on my hardwood floors
I found who let the dogs out
It was Vick n DMX was one of em
My Dad had sex with a female dog
Guess that makes me a son of a bitch
You're a fucking snitch cause
I can't see through all this fog
you created out your goddamn lips
I'mma call you Joseph
cause you're Stallin the inevitable
This shit'll go down in history
as the unforgetable moment
I kicked your ass so hard
with these verses
it was honestly regretable
Take the last five letters of that word
cause
Havoc means my aggravation so you better pray son cause my rhymes hit
heavy like they weigh a ton I'll pillage your village like I'm A Kahn.
Tell me, If I persuade you to leave your village
before I take it over would that make me a Kahn-artist?
Actually I won't pillage the village I'll be a pillager of the villagers
meaning I'm takin em. But they go willingly to my side
So you better wait, or rather time you better abide
Can you feel the shifting of the tide gotta change how I ride
with these rhymes cause they're bombs droppin
There's people floppin in the street with their heads poppin
from these verses and I'm not stoppin till they'r
I loved you, and you took it for granted.
Gave you everything I could
and in turn, had my heart planted.
Six feet deep but you went at a slanted
angle and now here I sat,
was pissed, and I ranted.
About a broad who loved me
waited a broad to have me
And in the end just stabbed me
At first you bagged and tagged
your claim then you started to fucking lag
And changed fully when I said I was fem.
I guess I shoulda realized your name
backwards was Nagem, shoulda grabbed
a Magnum and watched you fags run
That's exactly what you did.
Staked your claim, nagged,
then shipped me down the drain
But what the fuck does
it matter to me anymore you
Given a choice it'd be the latter
Gettin fed to the sharks
like a fuckin fine platter
But what does it matter
I'm just getting madder
like the fucking Mad Hatter
My rhymes make you stagger
I'll make you splatter
Like you're shaggin McJagger
Come on Superman lets fight
I'm takin a bite outta Kryptonite
These rhymes are tight
But they could be tighter
not blaming the pen
I'm blaming the writer
Fuck this slow shit
I could rap faster
Sick of being the Rapprentice
I want to be the master
But stepping ahead of the game
Could lead to disaster
Fuck it, call me Rap Bastard
Slickety Gibbety Hippety Hip Hoppin
On your game, so I guess it's t
I could breathe
But my right can't see
Now my left is key
To me being me
It didn't come free
For my life to be
The potential i need
For my words to be heed
Chirping in my ear
like a bird wanting feed
Eating out my palm
Like it's just bird seed
When in fact
You just showed me your greed
Enough of your flight
It's my turn to lead
I live life coasting
Sure i'm not roasting
But im not toasting
with cheers that are boasting
My life success rate
I might just be late
to the blooming gate
of a rappers fate
If these rhymes
get outta line
I guess its time
for you to resign
I'll put you in a state
of dreaded hate
Then wipe your slate
with
Trust.
A short word with big feelings.
When you Trust someone, you give them everything of yours.
Knowing and hoping they'll protect it.
People think it's a heavy burden to have someone's Trust.
When in fact, the one's it's heavy for, aren't suited for it.
The one's who bear the trust without a word,
are the one's who also Trust you too.
Trust is a double edged sword.
A Bond,
or,
A Break.
Depending on who's hands it's in
is the key on whether you get hurt or helped.
Trust is Faith in our true friends and family.
When someone Trusts you, they want you to trust them too.
Earn by giving.
Trust.
I'm hurt
My life is crumbling down
and I don't know what to do
I'm hurt
Because of the pain
and sorrow i've gone through
I'm hurt
I dont know what i did
but I am caving in
I'm hurt
All the torture that you've done
is finally kicking in
I'm hurt
because I dont mean shit
to someone not looking for me
I'm hurt
Please just fix my wing
And finally set me free
I'm hurt
You treat me like I'm nothing
even less than dirt
I'm hurt
I love you with all my heart
can't you see that I am hurt