"Poetry Club"

Here's an old short one....kinda funny

"Busted"

-Daily planner
Police scanner
Ten lifetimes of bad manners
Kickin down doors
Payin off whores
Every boy an his mutha want
More more more

I gotta investment broker
On a leash and choker
My ole lady just keeps beggin me to poke her

I got the whole damn world under my thumb
The cops in this town are jus so damn dumb
(siren sound)-
 
Good work.

Keep 'em comin'.

An' that goes for everyone else, too - let's see what ya'll got!

I'm particularly keen to see what some of the followin' can come up wit:

NickSpringfield
Stray (if he comes back on - he's been off 4 a while, rec'in' etc.)
Mr. Sol (not his forté but it'd be cool to see)
Flossyboy
Voxvender (another itchy bum one please :D )
muzakal
Beathoven (though I haven't seen him round here for a while)
GEC (ditto)

And anyone else - don't be a spoil-sport!
 
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Been checkin' ur shit out, jake - I like it a lot.

I've always wanted to play the guitar, I bought one but could never quite pick it up (kept snappin' my strings so lost morale)

**On topic**

C'mon people - kick sum rhymes!
 
C'mon guys, don't chicken out now - this is where everyone shows what the board has to offer! Don't worry about it not being good; not everybody on the board is good!
 
Abyyss said:
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Been checkin' ur shit out, jake - I like it a lot.

I've always wanted to play the guitar, I bought one but could never quite pick it up (kept snappin' my strings so lost morale)

**On topic**

C'mon people - kick sum rhymes!
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Hey man, thanks!
:D
 
I don't really rap...

... but I kicked this on a joint I did with my boys called "Fortunate"
peep -

Fulfill obligations, resonsibilities
Till cops understand niggas are not the enemy (are you feelin me)
The remedy will never be assembly
Seventy-six percent of prisoners resemble me
Please remember we ain't the type to flee
Juveniles make your block hot like '73
You're better than me if you're down to turn the cheek
Misplace, disgrace, waste a generation of me's
Nigga please, you got fam phuck the diamonds and cheese
They call it a rat race cause it carries disease
Get cha mind right spend a lil time on ya knees
God blessed the child livin thankfully
I think that we fortunate we wake and eat
Communities quarantined with the HIV
Take a seat I'm endearin ya Who's puttin the fear in ya
God bless America when terrorists are scarin ya
Man i'm tellin ya this is far from mass hysteria
They put a race of people in the ovens and buried em
I've met some survivors it's destiny - why?
Cause in their eyes I realized i'm fortunate i'm alive
 
That's freaking awesome!

It's a little too wholesome but it hits a few great lines.

Do you have a beat for it? I would love to add a synth track or something...
 
yeah...

I already did a beat for that one, but this one I wrote and still haven't come up with a sound for it:

Pawns are priceless placed in the proper position
In competition I lay niggas down, prayin and wishin
That they ain't holdin what they holdin - their existin transmission
Cause when I ride on a track all my cylinders hittin
Playas are pitiful- too busy out there pissin and shittin
For them to even see me - yet I leave em with visions
Every preacher's parishoners say good night when I kiss em
Speak loud but pay attention - see how many gon listen
Invoke spirits of broke powers and politicians
The final hour as we scour seekin God's intuition
My intention's not to hold you - life ain't ---- up in prison
Minds possess more than pistols, seek eternal munitions
My people gon rise up, too outstanding for sit-ins
Blood, tears, and paranoia as we press to be citizens
Then again we more than poor pitiful life conditions
Cause pawns are priceless in the proper position...
 
Shit, looks like I've got competition :D

Keep 'em coming!

I was gonna keep this as a surprise for everyone, but seen as leonardjamaar has done some really good stuff I'ma have to show you it. This is the lyrics to my verse for the song I was going on about having a cool concept - they don't give too much of the concept away, you'll have to hear the whole song. ;)

(c) Jonathan Hatton 12th may 2003 *not taking any chances :D *

Dear Mum,
I'm sorry that I shouted today,
Just know that I love you in every way,
It's just I'm fed of sitting here alone at my desk,
And I'm tired of carrying this load, clamped to my chest,
Dark images plague my mind,
And it appears I'm lost inside of myself,
If only I could release all my rage from this cage,
And break free from this coffin, with no help,
If only some antithisis were dealt,
But too bad, the rotten egg's been smelt,
Early today I said I was fine, I was lying,
I'm bored with life, and don't say that I ain't been trying,
Everything's explained below (and by the way, sorry for the bad handwriting),
You're dealing with the plane that's blowing up,
The man that knows the end is nigh,
The pig at the other end of the shotgun,
The tear in the camel's eye,
So I guess this letter is my goodbye,
You won't hear from me again,
But I promise to leave a note next to my corpse to explain,
The .375 Magnum bullet, lodged in my brain,
I know I'll see you later, love you and goodbye,
Your loving son, Abyyss,
P.S. It's hard to die

**on to hook, but I'm not saying anymore**
 
I'ma upload my revised collabo lyrics here as well.

(c) Jonathan Hatton 12th May 2003 *everyone was feelin' them so I gotta be careful*

I'm so hungry that I'm starvin' myself,
Malnutrition sufferer, maybe I should get some help,
There ain't no quick fix for this, it's sickenin',
Seeing fakes get rich for nothin',
Claimin' they on'a' summin',
When it's my record they should be bumpin',
I need ta' eat this mic while it's ripe,
Before I fall flat on my face an' become wack overnight,
Feel this beat's vibe, grab the mic an' ignore it's hype,
Floss told me to rip it,
Like tracin' paper see through it an' kill it,
I'm tha illest,
At least I will be after the fever I get,
Droolin', I need to be prepared and set,
This cup's full to the brim, it just needs a tap,
So everything spills out - why bother holding back?
Phase 2 - write until my wrist gets twisted, or my mind is lifted,
Next writer's block, I'ma have to stop,
But I know I've gotta make this beat rock,
Which idiot let me loose on this?
Everybody come on,
Grab the microphone an' spit it!
 
yo dawgs i be spinnin' it da sweetnubs style

I'm a bigger goober than gomer pyle
excuse but I got da pyles

I be knowing my rhymes make you wince
but dis white boy got more soul than the fresh prince
of bel air, remove da hair wit nair, don't be scared of dis cracker, fudge packer, mack daddy o wit da ho's I be being more phat and hella funky than da bro's
I be tight, white, kike wit a marshall mic
don't fret or stress 'cause I can compress wit da cheese of da FMR RNC
yo it's da new world order of the lame home recorder
 
BLACK a color that was not my choice
But I'm GLAD I'm like my DAD I'm gonna raise my voice
For I think it's about time that people heard the truth
about the signs of the times
the importance of a rhyme
Drug dealing to your brother
and sticking up another
Ain't the type of hype that's right
Word up to the MOTHER
and the FATHER and the SISTER don't even try to diss her
give her LOVE and AFFECTION
not an unprotected ERECTION
Keep trying quit lying over what you're gonna do
that's why she's crying and sighing over guess who? YOU!!!
And that SON you call your baby is now Fourteen
Living large driving big cars the American Dream
Where did he get it? You don't know and you don't know why
Fourteen years old with all that Gold and the girls so Fly
It doesn't matter in a couple years he'll DIE
He'll become another victim of a Drive-by...............STOP THE VIOLENCE (1998) BOSTON


One Love
TRIZZA
 
Feel This

There's alot of talent roamin round this board
some got ill lyrics, others make me hit the floor
i won't prob ever be on tour, unless it's jail
everytime i move forward, here come's another nail
puttin me up on the cross, so i hope my words impail
cuz i'm about to be sent away, for quite some time
i know what i did, the decisions we're mine
if or when i get out, i hope ya'll are doin fine
i wish i would have found bbs sooner but i'm runnin out a time
bbs helps me let loose, stay wit lies, i stay wit truth
if life is a battle then when do i lose?
i try to make people smile, i'm always the clown of the group
but when the jokes are over, d's feed up wit my lines
informants we're stabbin me deep in my spine
i feel like Shyne, a bad boy misunderstood
i learn my lesson but i still remain hood
i'm just not up to no good, they already got enuff
so anyone who says kevlar changed, well good
i have stood, and took other cat's charges
instead of bein a fuckin rat, i built up barges
my word is my bond, it's all i can afford
sorry to put this on ya'll, you can kick my shit to the curb
just don't confuse me wit a kid from the burbs
so to all you burbinite pricks, suckin blood out the game like tics
just know that no matter what clothes you buy you don't mix
put on that sean john shirt and some new kicks
but when i see u i see through u and i'll give u a fix
 
dedicated to Kevlar...

Why dare to dream dwellin in the depths of hell
Why roll with niggas when they all switch and tell
Mufukas caught me slippin bet they think I fell
But I fled like Assata tired of livin in jail
When I return like the Lord watch the sun at dawn
Slicin suckas and my mufukin word is bond
I'm teachin niggas timeless lessons like the prodigal son
Get ya money, get ya mind, ---- everyone
Smoke ya weed, plant ya seed, let the future grow
Don't call these queens beeiches, don't call these beeiches hoes
Don't let these hoes get a single dime of ya doe
We all kings in our essence, that's some ish you should know
Put ya soul, self, and family before ya crew
Try to trust too many suckas and you're playin the fool
Ain't no use in thinkin niggas lookin out for you
Make the world how you want it playa, that's the jewel
 
Y'all busy talkin' bout hell,
Ya' need to concentrate on gettin' ur record to sell,
You've been though a lot but it needs to be expressed,
But try not to make all your work sound depressed,
Late nights, headphones blarin' is what I suggest,
Piece of paper, cheap ass pen, no stress lest,
You stay up past two an' it's a work day,
It'd be cool if it were a Saturday,
Just ease up, hold on we're all in the same boat,
But due to the vast number it's unlikely to float,
So we're all drownin', what do we do?
Write down a message in ink either black or blue,
Then shove it down inside of ya' shoe,
An' throw it as near as you can to,
The nearest barge you can see,
If we live the world we fall at our greatness,
If not then maybe it's just not our time yet?
 
you think you know but you have no idea
you couldn't imagine or even fathom the things that I'm havin to
deal with, the half wits don't stick for ish
see me grab my dick when i spit
i'm tired of monotony, that ish has got to be
stopped, dropped, and locked up, buried and never brought up
i got up by pullin by the bootstraps
never shoot straps, but i do scrap when niggas wanna do crap
i do that, man i did and i will
people testin me on streets just to see if i'm real
prostitutes don't f--- for free, so why should we
after shows at backdoors i battle emcees
i'm tryin to chill and enjoy the lime for a while
i couldn't care lesser whos the best at freestyles
try to walk in my shoes for a mile - feel the struggle
quit sayin you a player, get ya --- in the huddle
i'm holdin all rappers like a muzzle
you can't tussle with the beat wrestler you ain't got the muscle
i got the hustle in my blood balls and brain
i'm both yin and yang and feelin no strain
 
Why ya' workin' so hard to destroy my way of thinking?
You don't understand yourself, ya' head must be spinning,
If you would just open your eyes you would see that I'm winning,
Conviction in my words, weak rhymes I am killing,
I'm from that rainy place the US just can't forget,
Though ya'll try ya' hardest, sucking in deep on ya' chest,
Proud that you a gangsta and cold-ass mayne,
If you knew what I know you'd know things'll never be plain,
Or simple for ya'll who contradict ma' name,
Think about it for a moment,
Re-align it to the problem at hand,
Dissing my mind, stabbing me from behind,
Knives in my back, it's clear, I understand your mind,
Spit in ya' soup, that's all you're worth, banish you from this land,
You screaming for help but I'm leaving you in the sand,
Drowning in ya' pride, an' old-ass marching band,
You blown ya' last trumpet, ya' soliloquy canned,
I was trying to warn you that the devil is coming,
Lucifer in the flesh, his evil anthem he's humming,
Ya' getting taken away - there's no point in running,
Coz him getting mad results in a sonning,
You could have taken my side,
We both could have been there for the ride,
We could have won and solved all our problems forever,
But you just turned away and hollered whatever,
Concentrate on ya' game, that's what I was sayin',
You be thrown out the boat, man - there's no time for playin'!

Peace ;)

(nuthin' against u by the way - it just seemed like it'd be cool to put a diss in here, it seemed to fit - I've never written a diss before, what do you think? Note again - nuthin' but love for ya' - this is all about lyrics, poetry and practice - I ain't got no beef, etc. wit u, just so u know)
 
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