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Meth
07-04-2013, 01:56 AM
Storyteller Also Known As : Mr.Write, Renegade, Silent, Omega, Journal!st, Poe'Tree, S E M T E X, Clisk, serious

Posted on and off actively since 2000 - Present

Posted on other boards such as, Rapbattles, rap verse, rapavenue, rapworlds, hiphoppoetry, rapmusic, bodybagsent, lyrical Assault, rapdome, rap is alive.

Spoken
07-04-2013, 02:08 AM
BlackListed Ft. Mr. J, Split eight, Figurative and Just Write

Mr. J...
My crew is calculated, calibrated mass amount of hatred
surrounded by these rounds & chasers, sending shots & rounds at your table
cheers sucka, those light shots prove y'all should stick to beers fuckers
if them hops make you froggy leap, we'll ring bells like de beers fuckers
crack your liberty, silly me willingly puttin you on your death bed
watchin' ever move like your kinect set, up in your girl 360..5 days off she wept and..
it's back like she never left, shook the thought of you like a etch-a-sketch
treat this rap game like your bitch...take the assist nigga there's always seconds left

Split Eight...
hallucinogens... hell loose in a sense: like afteraffects of
what my crew induces in rappers pretending to be masters of text.
tilted the planet's axis to amend the seasons as we imagined them:
the plan of action- be the reason the past is bent on repeating its accidents.
catch me in a creed with assassins, been sneaking past the masses,
scheming up disasters with my team between the ceiling rafters.
fuck illuminati, annunaki murderings and summa cum laudes from Rawn McUniveristy
just tryna shine a lil truth behind dishonesty in the first degree

Figurative...
Clamorous crowds in outcry established in sounds from Delphi
In hell, eyes widen at celsius that ive held high.
Impel rhymes propelled as militant like monstrousities
With a burning bodies gleam that's key to converting Constatine.
Daumers doppelganger in essence. Ink drips from hollow tips.
A philosoph with written set visions; bet that apollo bit.
My atmospheric blasts leave gods battered in gauze
With a lord like visage. Im the mirror held to the mirage.


Just Write...
I've been to hell and beyond, still got the scars to prove it
dark n' ruthless. instigating instant hatred through a carnage movement
carved out the heart of cupid just so i could show you no love
emotions unplugged. s'why it's so easy to pull out the pump n put holes in ur lungs
I cut straight to the point, fuck your allegories, metaphors, an extended vocab
cuz in the end ima laugh. watch you get blacklisted by these kids invested in wrath
step into my path and get knocked out faster then a tyson opponent
and I'm not talkin little kds still in their diapers, wipin their noses.

Last on the scene but its tolls your last chance in the scheme,
They saved Hannibal the verbal cannibal to krueger ya dreams.
Try to survive but it's passed ur last effort to be imperial,
My aim looms like Noah's ark so I flex to mark my reach of miracles.
Pack my verses with twists but like cursive it's swift,
Literal grips that dump the best off with the use of minimal clips.
Lex luthor in text.. Your best friend but also your worst enemy ho,
Future set in stone- I'm supernatural tearing down the walls of Jericho.

Spoken
07-04-2013, 02:19 AM
Flex Ft. Just Write

Potent with sighs I hear the bellows of valkryie cries,
With launch sequels with scribes shouting order disguised.
Primitive lives on the balance of creational drives,
Mines the sentiments of antic while others are chipping and dried.
Artistic knives sculpting the view through patterns,
Wrap the lunar soles with acid to deplete the soul purpose of matter.
Brain dead- shattered thoughts collage into memory masses,
I don’t cater to the bull shit so I ain’t radio active.
Free the classics and let the practice preach,
Find the reason for death asleep with wounds of the weak.
You’ve awaken the giant now its time to smash on thru,
If im giving you that WHITE .. don demarco follows I just laid the smack on you.



irrational attitudes magnified by factual aptitudes
stone hearts in this cold art void compassionate attributes
we flow at a magnitude to rival each tide, from ocean to sky
fuck wit us n' get uppercuts till ur bones are broken inside
known for totin knives n blades, the most precise with aim
We toe tag these hoe bags n' leave em lined in a pine to stay
been winin n' dinin' dames since nik was malachai's age
(that's 2,700 years, ninety nine days on a calendar's page)
so get ur shit straight fore we get "serious" wit a switchblade
and flick our wrist six ways till we cut chunks outta each leg
these punks haven't seen great, this is only an introduction
because it takes time for an engine to prime n' all systems to function.

Spoken
07-18-2013, 05:41 PM
WRITE NIGHT I

Vs. Dead Man

Soiled Revolution

Deep in the trenches they fight stenches of death,
A reason for pension but never learned the lesson that's set.
Marketing hours for storm troopers power neglect,
Corning innocence from mothers to little men scraping respect.
Night sky shading the emotions grazing the best,
Souls wishing it was wind so all the sin can exhale in one breath.
Disregarding the frets, the fight to let everyone else live,
From all over the nation corrupted with devastation; forgive.
Time capsule is shuddered and words muttered through lips,
Lets the troops come home so they can hold their family and kids.

Spoken
07-18-2013, 05:42 PM
WRITE NIGHT I

Vs. Pohfig aka Pent uP

Sterling Silver

Patience aroused- waiting for a purpose in life,
Symbolic clouds shroud every emotion of right.
Tears fade over hills to fill overs that talk,
Masking the way I feel about being who I am not.
Worried for death, awaits my glory to fail,
Losing sight at best as I feel I'm writing my story thru braille.
Contingent alignments driving my mind off a cliff,
Galactic surprises with every thought solar eclipsed.
Made it to the sun rise for the moment of life,
Everyone in sight- on one knee "would u do me the honor of being my wife"
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Spoken
07-18-2013, 05:54 PM
Storyteller Ft. Just Write


Through weaves of infrastructure, I've built a repertoire ,
So rest a sure to rep the core of dispositions at our nations door.
Hold the chord- strumming death is just an open chore,
Laid in depth, I paid respect with wounds of an open sore.
Living legend where bibles recite for pensions,
Heaven with hecklers, clanking through various dimensions.
A breathing section where the smoke seems to clear intentions,
Leaving mentions for acceptance a denied state of presence.
A lonely peasant tho the path I shadow S'mine to bear,
I mind to share so my past is vague to those who strive to care.
Minus pairs - which leaves us as single delegates
We can all thrive but feeding lies leaves u desperate.
Like taro myths, my palm will give you death as a settlement,
the future That i bring and hold- i keep completely separate.

"As followers of the book,
He who spoke with gods tongue- befriend the acts of lucifer.
Bleeding the ounce of memories,
Treading deaths company,
Bitter lonely and cold"

@Just Write
the states relenquish their load on the meek n' the desperate
leeching off innocence till they bleed their possesions,
the screaming, the heckling, it wont lead to repentance.
you need to seek new dimensions to percieve my perspective.
break free from opression by any means neccesary,
because it's we who decides whats needed or temporary.
i'm leading the blind till this smokescreen tarries
so I don't fall prey to deciet and proceed to perish.
and if you cherish your freedom, kids study your rights,
cuz when the day arrives you'll all have to get up & fight.
see, we're the calmest at night but it's not cuz we're sleeping
we're just channeling thoughts past our process of thinking,
i hope when the sun arises, we no longer see out the eyes of heathens
but that a fire ignites inside us and give our lives new meaning.

He knew the only way of acknowledgement...

Was to pass foes of the darkest of souls,
Remissible prose that bowed an arrow thru foes.
Timeless- capsule closed reaching for a purpose is deemed,
A self act in between Hell's Kitchen where it's never said of what's seen.
A settling scheme that cleans the minds of the free,
Tending to bent iron that speaks a language death silently treats.
He knew not to weep for weakness held an abominable weight,
Classical traits that prey'd into the shadowing wait.
Practical phase that lent hands to peel the nails shallowly straight,
Unraveling displayed that bellowed a soul 6 ft. To it's fate.
Pardon the wake but this dream is spiraling to a mess,
Somebody find the hex to take without taking a breath.
Scoundrel of death, I await for my binge of acceptance,
Wrap time with a vengeance and spear god for some leverage.
A shadow that's headless no one shakes me to be separate,
So I lay uncontested no strings to model- I'm helpless.
That's the feeling I'm left with cause judgement is played,
We have the right to bare arms but with the same sex it's reckless.
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My brother knew whats right and was raised to stand firm,
So being gay led him to see my father sooner I've learned.
So today I churn and let the smoke cry wolf in his urn,
And follow suite for true love- sometimes you gotta let it burn.

R.I.P Michael Swanson
The gayest man I knew but the proudest father of 3 adopted girls and loving partner since gay rights came a thing of blessing!

Miss ya Bro!

Spoken
07-18-2013, 05:56 PM
Temple of doom my mind only resumes to be coherent,
Half the world cares for merits that dresses their own appearance.

See-
We were told as the youngest of sons to carry the torch,
But more than a plus percentage has only carried remorse.
How is one better for courage when the past is forced,
Then life hits and your at the bottom- taking the crash course.
Folding the pressure- no seat open to stay for the lecture,
Time is the sand the lessens each grasp flexed as a gesture.
Passive aggression which seems to only pass the aggressor,
Taking action is questioned when clawing to the top is measured.

"The hardest part is not letting go
It's what your leaving behind"

Now frank only knew how to fend thru the trenches,
Leaving fences half bent cause he'd shoulder down the defenses.
Minus the classic pretenses- he felt pushed to acceptance,
From being one with neglect.. now giving up knowing none who he was friends with...
Simply selling the essence to gain claps and unknown satchels,
Kept his chin tucked in the gallows of a discreet betrayal pattern.
Rode along with the masses and circled the globe like Saturn,
But just like the planet he stays at a distance from -warmth in the shadows.
Never tending to who truly cared only witnessed life being robbed,
So he followed like chalk, outlining every chance that he got.
Noticed the scrutiny that battled for him being amended w/ props,
The act was over, CUT and take two... Now the actor was shot.
Killed the buzz over night and left the relief pill on the desk,
He said it'd be hard to swallow but his life was already a mess.
No one cared to see that note so how's one to confess,
When his life was like that paper- written then crumpled and never addressed.

Frank lived for the fame but never for the attention he asked,
So his life was crystal clear till someone took a swing and shattered that glass.