che lives open mike - post any lyrics you have written

[Lefty]

haha, i had to rap in school today for a social studies skit about the early civilizations in india and the middle east, i was a genie. Since i dont have the lyrics currently, i'll post them tomorrow. I thought i showed some mad mike skillz, but i'll leave the judging up to LL95. Anyway, this seemed like a cool idea, seeing as some of the members on this board are in a band and some are fairly good at writing poetry. Post away!

[Spiritual Minded]

I'm SUMMERTIME ONE. Let me know what yall think! peace

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SUMMERTIME ONE (keystyle)

10 000 years ago, they threw bones, and stones
300 years ago, revolution was a gun
human beins must be dumb
cuz here's where it stopped, the evolution
i'm here to tell you it's time for revolution
a 90 degree mind revolution
realize waves are just part of the ocean
this wasn't televized, it couldn't be
cuz the first step towards bein free
takes place in your soul, see
look at the world, ahhh! stupidity
i made a conscious decision
to manifest the answer, excludid from the teacher's edition
make my own footsteps in the sand
people before me walked this same land
but the wind swept their marks away
so today, i gotta trust my heart cuz it's my compass
please instead of talkin out your ass, join this class
this old freestyle resurrected with a whip
with blood on my back like the peoples on the slaveship
lines were memorized like DNA in my flesh
as history repeats itself, my shit stay fresh


MountZion (battle rhyme 1)

as true as it's hard to scratch
on a on-line forum
it's true that i don't waste a match
on the wack
i ignore em'
decorum says to be polite
but i don't feel it tonight
like i don't feel what you write
you probably steal and you bite
now i don't deal wit the spite
of no fake emcees
i know your next texts will be
both weak and empty
only full of knowledge
that you really can't obtain
cuz you ain't got enough weight
in your 6 pound brain
for those that caught it
i just slaughtered
like a whole entire race
do the math, you can trace
what i mean
i disgrace
phony rappers who think kickin' knowledge is justa style
i'll be screamin on your ass
full blast-
busta style!
you was never a threat
and you won't be a vet
you gotta first survive the battle
and you headin for death
though i don't believe in races
and i don't belive myths
i belive that we're all different
and that mystics exist
know i'm one of em'
sun doesn't
shine unless i let it
i could heal you with my lyrics
but i'll do it ayurvedic
prophetic talk is useless
from the mouth of the numb
spittin out what someone told em'
and just comin' off dumb:

numbers all wrong
math is atrocious
if 90's revolution
than a revolution's hopeless
you just a bit pecocious
your heart's in the right place
so i won't subject your ignorance
to any more disgrace
everybody makes mistakes
but the next time you'll know
bite some lyrics with some logic
hell, JUST SPEAK WHAT YOU KNOW!


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 1)

battle evil? no, Mountzion first wants me to tuck her in bed
i thought we were on the same level & that you too was red
guess my poetry is over your head
you sayin that revolution is a 180 degree turn?
well here's a breakdown, i know you want to learn
a 360 degree circle, just like the Sun
is how you define perfection
the 180 we're at now is a mental prison
now listen, sistren
with my back turned to the system
away from murder and theft
if you do the math, 90 means turning left
here's where i sway
meet evil with evil, you doin the same shit in a reverse way
then with an even dummer line
you tried to miscredit Summertime
on a side note: look up, the sun do shine
as it's not a season but my state of mind
back on track
you said yourself, you ignore the wack
so what are you tryna prove by this attack
accusing me of biting, now how lame is that
what the deal
am i too good to be real
i've out smarten you
but i got a heart& yo
i just say this
don't ever again fuck with me
cuz then, Sis
you like Michael Jackson, History
i love you and all that but damn
this will look like the work of Ku Klux Klan


MountZion (battle rhyme 2)

that shit was so wack
i don't know how to react
i'ma give you credit
and give you time to hit edit...

fuck it
i changed my mind
that's my perogative
i'ma give this ass-whippin
that i know i gotta give
it's too many corny muthafuckas
outta they place
and think that they can rhyme
just becuz they "down wit' my race"
lemme tell you what it takes to try to battle
THIS force
it takes initiative, and stamina,
and wisdom, of course
it takes-
skill and talent
will, balance, and smarts
and you showed yourself to lack them all
and that's just to start

i know that revolution means 360 degrees
don't correct yourself
and fake like you really correctin me!
if YOU would do your math
and stop TRYNA write rhymes
than YOU would notice you made the same mistake
more than 1 time!

90 could be a right
just as well as a left!
lemme guess what letter you got in geometry-
-F!
never test without the proper tools
or studyin' facts
accept that it's not your callin'
just becuz you love rap!

the sun?
man i ain't never said that RA didn't shine?
you so dumb
you probably think it stops becuz it's nightime!
don't try to battle on levels
your brain ain't reached
stick to talkin' 'bout that cat
that raps 'bout miami beach
and the only thing that's dope
about your posts i'll admitt
is the quotes in your tags...
...from other people's shit

you bein "too good to be real"
is the reason you fake
and funnier than watchin
old white men do the snake
break-


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 2)

wow, all of a sudden Mountzion turned hard?
takin out MC's, nah you need to worry bout God
your arms too short, you can't reach this
cuz i keep negative on a distance, like rotten peaches
we not on the same level, get it straight
*****es don't learn til punches hit em & they heads ache
i used to think we were on the same page
now i see we're not even in the same book
got a rapid pulse? damn right i'ma leave you shook
there ain't gonna be no ass-whippin from your side
admit you're wrong and give up your pride
believe me, you don't wanna test my stamina
the spirit can't be broken, in the words of Jeru the Damaja
and just stop frontin, you damn lier
i caught you prayin to me last night, callin for Messiah
i could heal you, but you much rather have me kill you???
don't mistake displaying facts for bein cold hearted
the way you count, smart head
revolution is goin back to the same spot from where you started!
a full circle equals 360 degrees
mathematician? please
something that dumb i didn't expect from you
Mountie went to suspect from true
now just realize game's over
don't try to calculate cuz you suck like J-Hova
come at me, you like a box on wheels
easy to be pushed down the Hill's

weeee
there you go


MountZion (battle rhyme 3)

we AIN'T on the same page
we ain't on the same planet!
you stupid as that band still playin' on the titanic
just sunk and finished
don't type another sentence
i'll flat you like the 7th note
of a chord when it's diminished
that's musical knowledge i'm flexin
the verbal is next and
you couldn't beat me on this board
or in any context in
fact
you couldn't come back into a town where we'd faced off
or even walk down the street where you grew up
you'd get chased off!
your taste's off
you think that shit you typin' is tight when
you a single-celled organism facin' titan!
you think that you are even close kid?
well you might be...
when puffy stops flossin'
and little kim is just like me
you white beyond the stereotypes
you see through
i see you
ain't a rapper
why can't you see too!?!?

you make as much sense
as christian on hallow's eve
tryna call me out as bein' shaollow-please...
your maladies is far beyond the reach of just talkin'
so airheaded
if you worked at the boarder
you'd let osama just walk in
gawkin
and can't find the words to say
like how you feel readin' my rhymes
and STILL reply anyway! (?)

for some dumb reason
you just can't accept
that i'm an EMCEE"
and you an "ain't-quite-yet"
and probably never will be
cuz sis it's a gift
and yours is like christ in christmas
it just don't exist.


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 3)

i battled mad people
who when facing a steeple
realized we're not all equal
step aside or die too
yep, I will fry you
no one can't dead me
cuz unlike Biggie i ain't ready
i was sent here for greater things
than to knock people out the boxing rings
don't test me
i'm royal and not like Elvis Presley
i tap your blood and leave an empty vessle
you don't wanna wrestle
i'm the illest when it comes to every sport
in my game even Micheal Jordan comes off short
i seriously start to think you're a retard, uh
any sane person would know to come at me harder
you ain't no MC, you ain't no poet
i can tell cuz it takes one to know it
please don't try to get up from the ground
i feel uncomfterble kickin on someone already down
i'ma drop 25 bars
consider that enough scars
so i keep it short and to the point, see
now it's time to anoint me


MountZion (battle rhyme 4)

weather
summertime or winter
springtime or the fall
i'ma beat and appaul
every last one of y'all all
you claimin shit you don't deserve
where's ya evidence B?
tryna steal titles
like bush did the presidency
you not a rapper
you a fan
you really ain't no artist
if you EVER ruled a thing
KARMA would be the anarchist
you stand heartless
lookin outright ridiculous
like a man w/ no balls
ain't got shit to bust

you ***** and fuss
with syntax and numbers that's all off
i'd say you finished
but you gotta be on
to fall off!
and the only thing you on
is them little white rocks
my brother used to hussle wit
stuffed in his socks
you got it wrong
you royal just like elvis p.
dead
and nothin' but some hype to me

a sight to see
you wack
and don't even realize it
must be the drugs you doin
that's helpin you to disguise it
i dominate in every weight of
athletics
your aesthetic is pathetic
look it up first so that you cats get it
i'm the very definition of beautiful
and on the court of any sport
karma is highly recruitable
your rhyme is suitable for 1 place
i know they'd get used
so i'ma pass em' off to the teacher
at my son's pre-school...


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 4)

i slaughtered you
now you tryna come back from the dead?
please, i'm not Buddha
and you ain't bein resurrected
my evidence is these lyrics, dummy
you know what's funny
if these words penetrated your ego, live
you wouldn't be standing on two
like Muslims you would be on all five
why you kickin that lame shit
thinkin you're a meteorologist
i meet ya shit with logic
all i do is not bein an artist
when i rip battles
i'm known to be heartless
outside the battle arena though
i'm just a poet
who like Nike the Goddess
Just Do It
in this rap language i'm fluent
you ain't shit, but aight whateva
one more time, bring it
my tounge's sharp
I'm just gonna swing it
serve your head on a plate
a battle: I'm in it to win it
my vocabulary knows no limit
your death sentense, nah that wasn't Bush
i sent it


[MountZion (no reply)]


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 5)

no stamina?
yeah drop out before you fall off
SUMMERTIME will damage ya
the ground shakes
i'ma keep droppin bombs
like the United States
fuck being hard
if you ain't smarter
surrender now
I might make you a martyr
the history books
will say you died for D cause
quit now or it'll be an A, B, C, D...
E remorse
i'm on top with these rhymes
yet underground like a fuckin sea horse
now I'ma put you to work
like i was a slave lord
you be diggin your own spot
in the grave yard
cuz you don't know what tight is
you don't know I'm the nicest
you don't know where Christ is
you don't know what good-night is!!
now Mountzion realizes
that she's in a big crisis
my rhymes are priceless
just throw the dices
I'm 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & 6
that ain't no lie sis
AMEN to that, God bless
i ain't kiddin
cuz the talent you claim to possess
must be hidden


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We ended it here... No one won....


(Edited by Spiritual Minded at 3:10 pm on Nov. 9, 2002)

[Lardlad95]

Don't know why I'm judging I can't rap all i can do is critisize oh well

Spiritual...very good. Nice lyrical content. I would have liked to hear it to a beat though

and one more thing unless that was a freestyle on some you might wanna cut down the syllabales

good though

now time for lardlad's turn

"Birdge TO Bama"

Here I am
Sooooouuuulllll
Step out on the block to face the sun
Creep the people in the village that raised my son
As far as days go this look like an amazing one
I feel more normal in the summer the same as the yankees won
It's like of course, what you expect less
The night about to kick off, foks is out in their best dress
Pimps and whores rising on the horizon
Ballers coppin more diamonds
Rastafarians looking towards Zion
What's embedded in the hardest head
It's the epic lie to me and debt to a
Country that gives us no credit
So cats stealin money cash hoes cuz
That's what's expected
What's the bill when the original architect is ?kinetic?
Mummies return, so dummies can learn
Just how much Hollywood got to burn
Of our money that's hard-earned
But that really ain't my concern
As I walk the block
When the sun goes down it starts to get hot
Scorchin

Bridge to Bama
Bring your wife, your brother, your kids, your mama
(bring everybody) (your mammy)
Shits bananas (bananas)
The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner
(picture it)


Bridge to Bama
Bring your wife, your brother, your kids, your mama
(bring everybody) (your mammy)
Shits bananas (bananas)
The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner
(picture it)


Magnetic like refrigerator poetry
Attract imimators who wanna flow like me
You know it's me, floating free
Through the ghetto were the people supposedly
Ain't trying to show no love openly
Give me your hand (yeah)
Trying to build a bridge so we can stay the course
Hi-Tek lay the track for the train of thought to run across
Come across places were faces got tracks of tears
Cuz the human race been runnin up on they backs for years
Yeah, but they don't break
They keep it movin like when I travel the land
And people other people do it
How other people go through it
I'm bridging the gap like the Black Eyed Peas
I'm lovin givin it back, to see them raise up
I'm living for that
To keep trying means you keep failing
But if you don't keep trying
That means you keep dying
What the hell, we gonna die anyway
Keep your soul live when you're here
Is what I'm trying to say


Bridge to Bama
Bring your wife, your brother, your kids, your mama
(bring everybody) (your mammy)
Shits bananas (bananas)
The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner
(picture it)

Bridge to Bama
Bring your wife, your brother, your kids, your mama
(bring everybody) (your mammy)
Shits bananas (bananas)
The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner
(picture it)



ya'll like it?

Yeah well it aint really mine...i'ts Talib Kweli's I just like the song


but when i get my turntables I will be part of the culture

(Edited by Lardlad95 at 5:35 pm on Nov. 9, 2002)

[Spiritual Minded]

Yeah I recorded my parts... I tried a couple of different beats... i don't make my own and can't download from the internet, so i record all my shit over these 4 instrumentals i've got... haha

"unless that was a freestyle on some you might wanna cut down the syllabales" what?

those were keystyles... syllabales are dope... how annoying isn't it to hear the same rhymes bein repeated over and over and over again... you get better variation using multi-syllabale rhymes... i'm not sure what you meant, please clearify yourself...

peace

[Lardlad95]

Quote: from Spiritual Minded on 6:11 pm on Nov. 9, 2002
Yeah I recorded my parts... I tried a couple of different beats... i don't make my own and can't download from the internet, so i record all my shit over these 4 instrumentals i've got... haha

"unless that was a freestyle on some you might wanna cut down the syllabales" what?

those were keystyles... syllabales are dope... how annoying isn't it to hear the same rhymes bein repeated over and over and over again... you get better variation using multi-syllabale rhymes... i'm not sure what you meant, please clearify yourself...

peace



no they were fine i meant some of them have like one long syllabel lines followed by two short ones

though then again I need to hear them with a beat

[Mazdak]

My compositiojn of lyrics-

"I hate you all,
everyone dies, why not quicken the speed."

Now just play random power chords with heavy distortion and you'll sound like a rockstar.

[Spiritual Minded]

yo Lefty where you at?

i wanna see your stuff!

[anti machine]

this is actually an acoustic song I wrote. The chords, if anyone wants to figure them out, are G-D-C. Here goes:

THE LEADER

To all my comrades in the "land of the free"
Your minds are still enslaved, your heads filled w/ debris
Some critisize my song, they can't understand.
Come listen to my truth, let me tell you of THE MAN.

His eyes are ruthless and his words are made of stone
He orders genocide by picking up the phone
He preaches peace and law to the multitude of drones
The blood from all his past campaigns stains his great white home

He implements high taxes just to fund his unjust wars
He plays the people like a tune, The citizens: his whores

His image is a family man, his image is a king
He's the global referee in the game of suffering
we bow down as he rapes all of our minds
When will we question, will we realize in time?

HE bears the flag of power, he lets us think we're free
His money keeps the beast alive, why can't we fucking see?

(musical interlude)

No time to hesitate, no time to ponder why
The right of freedom must extend into the sky
Let's make a world free from politics and lies
Of hatred and possesion, of hunger and of crime

Let's fly.

[Lardlad95]

Quote: from Spiritual Minded on 3:07 pm on Nov. 9, 2002
I'm SUMMERTIME ONE. Let me know what yall think! peace

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SUMMERTIME ONE (keystyle)

10 000 years ago, they threw bones, and stones
300 years ago, revolution was a gun
human beins must be dumb
cuz here's where it stopped, the evolution
i'm here to tell you it's time for revolution
a 90 degree mind revolution
realize waves are just part of the ocean
this wasn't televized, it couldn't be
cuz the first step towards bein free
takes place in your soul, see
look at the world, ahhh! stupidity
i made a conscious decision
to manifest the answer, excludid from the teacher's edition
make my own footsteps in the sand
people before me walked this same land
but the wind swept their marks away
so today, i gotta trust my heart cuz it's my compass
please instead of talkin out your ass, join this class
this old freestyle resurrected with a whip
with blood on my back like the peoples on the slaveship
lines were memorized like DNA in my flesh
as history repeats itself, my shit stay fresh


MountZion (battle rhyme 1)

as true as it's hard to scratch
on a on-line forum
it's true that i don't waste a match
on the wack
i ignore em'
decorum says to be polite
but i don't feel it tonight
like i don't feel what you write
you probably steal and you bite
now i don't deal wit the spite
of no fake emcees
i know your next texts will be
both weak and empty
only full of knowledge
that you really can't obtain
cuz you ain't got enough weight
in your 6 pound brain
for those that caught it
i just slaughtered
like a whole entire race
do the math, you can trace
what i mean
i disgrace
phony rappers who think kickin' knowledge is justa style
i'll be screamin on your ass
full blast-
busta style!
you was never a threat
and you won't be a vet
you gotta first survive the battle
and you headin for death
though i don't believe in races
and i don't belive myths
i belive that we're all different
and that mystics exist
know i'm one of em'
sun doesn't
shine unless i let it
i could heal you with my lyrics
but i'll do it ayurvedic
prophetic talk is useless
from the mouth of the numb
spittin out what someone told em'
and just comin' off dumb:

numbers all wrong
math is atrocious
if 90's revolution
than a revolution's hopeless
you just a bit pecocious
your heart's in the right place
so i won't subject your ignorance
to any more disgrace
everybody makes mistakes
but the next time you'll know
bite some lyrics with some logic
hell, JUST SPEAK WHAT YOU KNOW!


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 1)

battle evil? no, Mountzion first wants me to tuck her in bed
i thought we were on the same level & that you too was red
guess my poetry is over your head
you sayin that revolution is a 180 degree turn?
well here's a breakdown, i know you want to learn
a 360 degree circle, just like the Sun
is how you define perfection
the 180 we're at now is a mental prison
now listen, sistren
with my back turned to the system
away from murder and theft
if you do the math, 90 means turning left
here's where i sway
meet evil with evil, you doin the same shit in a reverse way
then with an even dummer line
you tried to miscredit Summertime
on a side note: look up, the sun do shine
as it's not a season but my state of mind
back on track
you said yourself, you ignore the wack
so what are you tryna prove by this attack
accusing me of biting, now how lame is that
what the deal
am i too good to be real
i've out smarten you
but i got a heart& yo
i just say this
don't ever again fuck with me
cuz then, Sis
you like Michael Jackson, History
i love you and all that but damn
this will look like the work of Ku Klux Klan


MountZion (battle rhyme 2)

that shit was so wack
i don't know how to react
i'ma give you credit
and give you time to hit edit...

fuck it
i changed my mind
that's my perogative
i'ma give this ass-whippin
that i know i gotta give
it's too many corny muthafuckas
outta they place
and think that they can rhyme
just becuz they "down wit' my race"
lemme tell you what it takes to try to battle
THIS force
it takes initiative, and stamina,
and wisdom, of course
it takes-
skill and talent
will, balance, and smarts
and you showed yourself to lack them all
and that's just to start

i know that revolution means 360 degrees
don't correct yourself
and fake like you really correctin me!
if YOU would do your math
and stop TRYNA write rhymes
than YOU would notice you made the same mistake
more than 1 time!

90 could be a right
just as well as a left!
lemme guess what letter you got in geometry-
-F!
never test without the proper tools
or studyin' facts
accept that it's not your callin'
just becuz you love rap!

the sun?
man i ain't never said that RA didn't shine?
you so dumb
you probably think it stops becuz it's nightime!
don't try to battle on levels
your brain ain't reached
stick to talkin' 'bout that cat
that raps 'bout miami beach
and the only thing that's dope
about your posts i'll admitt
is the quotes in your tags...
...from other people's shit

you bein "too good to be real"
is the reason you fake
and funnier than watchin
old white men do the snake
break-


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 2)

wow, all of a sudden Mountzion turned hard?
takin out MC's, nah you need to worry bout God
your arms too short, you can't reach this
cuz i keep negative on a distance, like rotten peaches
we not on the same level, get it straight
*****es don't learn til punches hit em & they heads ache
i used to think we were on the same page
now i see we're not even in the same book
got a rapid pulse? damn right i'ma leave you shook
there ain't gonna be no ass-whippin from your side
admit you're wrong and give up your pride
believe me, you don't wanna test my stamina
the spirit can't be broken, in the words of Jeru the Damaja
and just stop frontin, you damn lier
i caught you prayin to me last night, callin for Messiah
i could heal you, but you much rather have me kill you???
don't mistake displaying facts for bein cold hearted
the way you count, smart head
revolution is goin back to the same spot from where you started!
a full circle equals 360 degrees
mathematician? please
something that dumb i didn't expect from you
Mountie went to suspect from true
now just realize game's over
don't try to calculate cuz you suck like J-Hova
come at me, you like a box on wheels
easy to be pushed down the Hill's

weeee
there you go


MountZion (battle rhyme 3)

we AIN'T on the same page
we ain't on the same planet!
you stupid as that band still playin' on the titanic
just sunk and finished
don't type another sentence
i'll flat you like the 7th note
of a chord when it's diminished
that's musical knowledge i'm flexin
the verbal is next and
you couldn't beat me on this board
or in any context in
fact
you couldn't come back into a town where we'd faced off
or even walk down the street where you grew up
you'd get chased off!
your taste's off
you think that shit you typin' is tight when
you a single-celled organism facin' titan!
you think that you are even close kid?
well you might be...
when puffy stops flossin'
and little kim is just like me
you white beyond the stereotypes
you see through
i see you
ain't a rapper
why can't you see too!?!?

you make as much sense
as christian on hallow's eve
tryna call me out as bein' shaollow-please...
your maladies is far beyond the reach of just talkin'
so airheaded
if you worked at the boarder
you'd let osama just walk in
gawkin
and can't find the words to say
like how you feel readin' my rhymes
and STILL reply anyway! (?)

for some dumb reason
you just can't accept
that i'm an EMCEE"
and you an "ain't-quite-yet"
and probably never will be
cuz sis it's a gift
and yours is like christ in christmas
it just don't exist.


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 3)

i battled mad people
who when facing a steeple
realized we're not all equal
step aside or die too
yep, I will fry you
no one can't dead me
cuz unlike Biggie i ain't ready
i was sent here for greater things
than to knock people out the boxing rings
don't test me
i'm royal and not like Elvis Presley
i tap your blood and leave an empty vessle
you don't wanna wrestle
i'm the illest when it comes to every sport
in my game even Micheal Jordan comes off short
i seriously start to think you're a retard, uh
any sane person would know to come at me harder
you ain't no MC, you ain't no poet
i can tell cuz it takes one to know it
please don't try to get up from the ground
i feel uncomfterble kickin on someone already down
i'ma drop 25 bars
consider that enough scars
so i keep it short and to the point, see
now it's time to anoint me


MountZion (battle rhyme 4)

weather
summertime or winter
springtime or the fall
i'ma beat and appaul
every last one of y'all all
you claimin shit you don't deserve
where's ya evidence B?
tryna steal titles
like bush did the presidency
you not a rapper
you a fan
you really ain't no artist
if you EVER ruled a thing
KARMA would be the anarchist
you stand heartless
lookin outright ridiculous
like a man w/ no balls
ain't got shit to bust

you ***** and fuss
with syntax and numbers that's all off
i'd say you finished
but you gotta be on
to fall off!
and the only thing you on
is them little white rocks
my brother used to hussle wit
stuffed in his socks
you got it wrong
you royal just like elvis p.
dead
and nothin' but some hype to me

a sight to see
you wack
and don't even realize it
must be the drugs you doin
that's helpin you to disguise it
i dominate in every weight of
athletics
your aesthetic is pathetic
look it up first so that you cats get it
i'm the very definition of beautiful
and on the court of any sport
karma is highly recruitable
your rhyme is suitable for 1 place
i know they'd get used
so i'ma pass em' off to the teacher
at my son's pre-school...


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 4)

i slaughtered you
now you tryna come back from the dead?
please, i'm not Buddha
and you ain't bein resurrected
my evidence is these lyrics, dummy
you know what's funny
if these words penetrated your ego, live
you wouldn't be standing on two
like Muslims you would be on all five
why you kickin that lame shit
thinkin you're a meteorologist
i meet ya shit with logic
all i do is not bein an artist
when i rip battles
i'm known to be heartless
outside the battle arena though
i'm just a poet
who like Nike the Goddess
Just Do It
in this rap language i'm fluent
you ain't shit, but aight whateva
one more time, bring it
my tounge's sharp
I'm just gonna swing it
serve your head on a plate
a battle: I'm in it to win it
my vocabulary knows no limit
your death sentense, nah that wasn't Bush
i sent it


[MountZion (no reply)]


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 5)

no stamina?
yeah drop out before you fall off
SUMMERTIME will damage ya
the ground shakes
i'ma keep droppin bombs
like the United States
fuck being hard
if you ain't smarter
surrender now
I might make you a martyr
the history books
will say you died for D cause
quit now or it'll be an A, B, C, D...
E remorse
i'm on top with these rhymes
yet underground like a fuckin sea horse
now I'ma put you to work
like i was a slave lord
you be diggin your own spot
in the grave yard
cuz you don't know what tight is
you don't know I'm the nicest
you don't know where Christ is
you don't know what good-night is!!
now Mountzion realizes
that she's in a big crisis
my rhymes are priceless
just throw the dices
I'm 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & 6
that ain't no lie sis
AMEN to that, God bless
i ain't kiddin
cuz the talent you claim to possess
must be hidden


------------------------------------------------------------

We ended it here... No one won....


(Edited by Spiritual Minded at 3:10 pm on Nov. 9, 2002)


he man when i learn to mix beats cut and scratch we should collab

[Spiritual Minded]

CONTINUED...

MountZion (battle rhyme 5)

it's been a long time
summertime
i shouldn't have left you
without a smirk and great big f-you
you next to nothin'
over on the negative side
i'll reconsile with you
after you admit that you lied
to yourself
to the board
and yes, even to me
when you responded to my rhyme like you
some kinda emcee
know that i'm still postin
still bragin and boastin'
still gettin everyone readin my rhymes wide open
you hopin' i retired-
just a wishful thought
the shit i spit is makin your existence naught
you ought to stick to doin what you do best
quote other people with skills
and let this rappin shit rest
leave it to those who know exactly what they speak of
cuz you don't have a clue about
that which you speak love


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 6)

that was decent, but um, YOU LATE!!
anyway, your word ain't carryin much weight
i quote people that has advanced to a level you can't comprehend
so how you gonna understand the message i send
who you to talk, re-making a DEAD style?!
please child... don't upset my stomach...
cuz i haven't been eatin for a while
i could crush you with my jaws
finish you faster than french fries with ketchup sauce
but i want you ALIVE to feel the pain
of once in a while having to USE YOUR BRAIN!!
damn, you dropped like half a verse?
when you've had like... one month to reherse??
i laugh at the fact your excuses make you look worse
you just got out of the hospital, i was told by a nurse
so how you feelin now Mountie, good to see you back
tonight i'ma record this new track... the last tape sold well
how people commented on our battle, that ain't hard to tell
as the true comrade i am, i step down a few levels with this rhyme
so when we talk, you'll be able to actually see Summertime
goodnight, now it's time to turn off the light
at very least... this piece... is as good as yours
the difference is... this... took me 2 minutes to type
and you had weeks to write


MountZion (battle rhyme 6)

so i leave for a while
becuz i have a life
and a couple more fools try to step to the mic?
don't you all get it
you nuts just like summer
over and played
like age you nothin but numbers
more suckers to crush
just notches on my belt
i'm never seen
but karma always gets felt
call me the breeze youngins
cuz quiet as kept
y'all ain't have shit to say
until y'all thought that i left!
you wacker than wyclef
tryna rhyme after lauryn
rap is my movie and guess who it's starrin?
you think you sparrin'
with your early 90's slang
dang!
i see you tryna hang-
like strange fruit
my aim's truth
ya'll lames group
together and still can't come up
with a comparable strength
i expand my power in depth and in length
you sit on the sidelines
in jest and in angst
your ho that bigged you up
i'm suggestin you thank
cuz s/he's the only fool
blind enough to support you
i'll make your mother wish she had the mind to abort you
i'll make your country wish they had the means to deport you
i'll court you
then divorce you
and afterwards thwart you
you fools go ahead and just
do what a whore do
sweat another fool for props you think it affords you
fuck around and get jacked
like honda accords do
get your ass up on a stage and be subject to more boo's

you don't desevre the computer you typed that shit on
take your wack raps,screen names and git gone
come up on a stage
and them guns'll git drawn
have the promoters askin'
what kinda shit is she on?
you even had the nerve to try to mimick my style
much the same way i'm imitated by my own child
but the fact is
the carbon copy's never the same
so nobody tryna be me can
when they are as lame
as you have demonstrated your style to be
you still tryna battle's just wild to me!
from now on summer's the bbs crocidile hunter
it's only a matter of time before her life's taken from her
puttin yourself in harms way
even if you pray ain't smart
it don't matter how much persistence or how much heart
you puttin in it
when you finished
before you even got started
don't be mad at yourself
cuz i know you tried your hardest
face it summer and friends
you muthafuckas ain't artists
cuz you listened to rappers that charted
you straight garbage

i don't take weeks to write nothin i'm sayin to y'all
though i know you got the gaul to pray for my downfall
probably meditate on how one day
you'll destroy me
but how you gonna do that when microphones can't record me?
a camera can't capture my image
all my speech-
instant vintage
every thought of mine's an adage
or a biblical sentence
every movement is of mystical and magical might
all you do is sit at home at your computer and type!
i'm like the pinnacle of puns
you the valley of vowels
you like the smell that exits my bowels
from an enema-foul
i'm learnin how to be a sage
you learn how to be cool
to impress the little children at you little punk school
i'ma grown woman
still growin in fact
and i know the difference between dope
and what's really wack
i know that hip-hop isn't rap
i know that fiction ain't fact
i know i'm not a rapper cuz of my hood and backpack
can you say the same
ummm...summertime one
i think it's safe to say ummm...
summertime's DONE


SUMMERTIME ONE (battle rhyme 7)

oh, she just fled
i thought she was dead
musta been something i said
that made Mountie run for shelter
lame move and you cornballs felt her?!
now she is back from the "vacation" I see
with 150 written freestyles like Jay-Z
on this BBS she be-
frontin like she's political
intelligent, critical
emcee, radical
come on, that's pathetic yall
she needed a week off work to write that shit
and it didn't even hit
so Mountie please quit
talkin bout karma
cuz you know i'll harm ya
don't you know the basic principles of Dharma
in this rap biz you'll never make it
you saw me shine and just couldn't take it
now you be like my shit ain't hot
when you asked me to do a guest spot
well actually it was on every track you had got
i got so many rhymes it's like i write in my sleep
i'm the Sheperd and you rappers be my sheep
Summertime's just like the Ocean in many ways - deep
you that washed up shit on the beach
if i'm Mr. Belding you're Screech
geeks claimin Hiphop, it's my duty to expell ya
Saved By The Bell, ha
i don't think so
now click the exit link yo
cuz i'm hot like red pepper
and you'll have me stomp you like a stepper
you mad soft
materia with no weight can't fall off
if i push ya-
your whole system would collaps
cuz you tumbledown like Russia-
when it comes to your raps
i think you would need some more practice
see i'm a lyricist, and i ain't sayin you wack sis
but flow, you definitely lack this
i snatch your mic
cuz rap ain't a civil right
and you ain't that tight
HOW MANY DICKS CAN YOUR ASS TAKE????
yall *****es fake
and when you thought it was safe
i shake the ground like an earthquake
i'ma leave yall bleeding
this ain't no enjoyable reading
i'm terror like Che Guevara
hit AUSSIES harder than the bomb on Java
that red shit you see ain't lava
that's my political affiliation
now i'ma send Mountie back to vacation
and how yall lames-
gon be like "whoa Summer that was flames"
I'm the Sun, hot shit run through my veins
science explains
Summertime reigns


(Edited by Spiritual Minded at 4:33 pm on Dec. 21, 2002)

[Lefty]

yo yo yo

i'm the rapping genie
don't laugh at me, don't be a meanie
i'm from the ancient city of harappa
it has sewers to hold that crap-a
it has walls, because we are under attack
from the aryans, the aliens, and most everyone else
we trade with the people from the middle east
we domesticate cows, and goats, and sheep
yes, harappa is the city that does not sleep
but sadly, it is time for me to go
but i'll be back, yo


this is best if rapped with a comical accent, like abu from the simpsons.

[Politrickian]

This song's called "Number of the Beast":

Panic, total disorder
Racist crimes commited
By the tool of the government
Supposed to enforce the law
Murderers, thats what they are
Racists, thats what they are
Trying to hire the so called minorities
To cover it up

[Chorus]
Don't call 911
It only brings trouble
Chaos, disorder
The beast is unleashed
911, the number of the beast
[Chorus]

The Media shows only the other side
Riots started by the evil leftists
Only blacks commit crimes
Rarely show the other side
And when they do
It's a fucking exception
This shit happens daily
But the media ignores

[Chorus]

They give them guns
They give them clubs
Just so they can mutilate us
Are these people supposed to help us?
I don't feel helped
I feel ignored, insulted
And worst of all
I need to explain
Where I got these wounds from
Without people not believing me

------------------------------------------

I just made that one up I like it.
I just started playing guitar a while ago have made up some good tunes, maybe i'll play it with my friend who plays bass guitar.

here's another one, I made up most parts in class but some parts are new.

--------------------------------
It's called Axis of Evil(I make up good titles, don't I?)

N A T O
N A Z I
I see no difference
And how about you?
NATO's supposed to defend us
While they only murder
Mass abuse, torture
Waste of money
Building up new war machines
While billions starve to death.

[Chorus]
Korea, Iraq, Iran, They're a threat
But not as a big
As you are, How dare you
Call yourself defenders of freedom
While you only steal money
And the lives of people
You're the real Axis Of Evil!
[Chorus]

Afghanistan, mass murder
So called accidents on innocent lives
So why not bomb Iraq to shit
To free the people
Dead, is not what I call free
Puppet regime, is not what I call free
Is oil all you care about
Life is worthless
Especially that of a sand nigger

[Chorus]

Islam, the new target
Lets be racist
Lets be murderes
There's no difference from the past
Fill our people with Propaganda
They'll support us if we do so
Or they could find out the truth
And do protests, like during Vietnam!

[Pete]

I don't rap. I don't even listen to it. But I would write songs if I played another instrument other then the drums. So basically I have my '*****y poetry'. My friend wants me to do the speech-song thing with rudimentary drumming. I can do that. So I will put some of my '*****y poetry' written for the movement up for criticism.

OUR WAR TO FIGHT

Confomity
The Plague of our Society
Burnin down the forest of Equality
With the cement of hate
They build up the walls of Hypocracy
The Tribe has been shattered
The House has collapsed
Even our spirits are shakin in the wake
Of the Rule of the Ignorant.

Stolen, is our Will to fight
Destroyed, is our knoweldge of right
Stand up, and see the light
This is our War to Fight

Lies all around
Beatin our hearts to the ground
Nowhere is love to be found
In this land of the burnin Hate
The assimalating factors at our doors
Fight back when you hear thier sound
Our souls are left empty
Power stripped from our backs
We lay broken on the ground
Laid to waste by ignorance.

Stolen is our will to fight
Destroyed is our knowledge of right
Stand up and see the light
This is our war to fight

Destroy this built up wall
Prepare for the system to fall
An ignorant know it all
Standin above our eyes
Spewing out the fallacy
The faceless man watchin us crawl
Into the giant corporate maw

Stolen is our will to fight
Destroyed is our knowledge of right
Stand up and see the light
This is our war to fight

Do not give up hope
Light the fire kill the lies
The Man has no where to run
His lies will not decieve our eyes
Now is the time to dance
How will he take the spear in his pants?

Stolen is our will to fight
Destroyed is our knowledge of right
Stand up and see the light
This is our war to fight

Fight the System
Destroy the Clan
Retake the Torch
Burn the Wall
Clash the One-culture

Stolen is our will to fight
Destroyed is our knowledge of right
Stand up and see the light
This is our war to fight

IT IS OUR TIME TO CORREC OUR PARENTS MISTAKEN SILENCE
PURIFY
CLARIFY
REVOLUTIONIZE
THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE
THIS IS OUR WAR TO FIGHT....

That was my first '*****y poem' of more then a quater of a page. Written in English class as the teacher preaches how Marlow is a communist, even though he is an imperialist. It made me angry. I utilize the anger into poetry.

[Lefty]

mines better, beeyotches

[Pete]

i like mine. actually i have a better one that i actually have a bongo beat for. it is the king of it

[Lefty]

yeah, but does yours have the lyric "I'm from the city of harappa/it has sewers to hold the crap-a?" Oh? WHATS THAT? NO! HA!


I win again.

[Pete]

mine has the lyric "those who try to pierce the lies spread the light to others eyes"

but my favourite lyric that ive ever written was 'now is the time to dance/how does he like the spear in his pants?' inspired by robert jorden and the aiel maidens of the spear

[honest intellectual]

Here's something I wrote after thespark.com said I was 70% slut. I know it's pretentious, but I don't care. (In your face, guerrillaradio. You know what I'm talking about.)

70% Slut
the bead of wine-like blood
meets the damp porous sheets
my fangs meet your sinew
i taste lifeblood in you
lashes flit, savour the pain
searing neck’s skin and vein

scar and discard
scar and discard
fresh blood every night
fresh muscles, sinews, juices
coz i’m seventy per cent slut

like a deathless vampire
a hedonistic liar
a femme allure invites
a new quarry for all nights
moonlike faces come and go
black velvet and velcro

scar and discard
scar and discard
for an unfamilial heady thrill
i'm busy being born
coz i’m seventy per cent slut

[Lefty]

great, honest intellectual! Now all it needs is a funky bongo beat and a genie to rap it!

[Pete]

i could do the bongo beat

[Lefty]

and hey, what do you know, I can provide the Abu-from-the-Simpsons-voiced mad flow.

[Dhul Fiqar]

I came up with the following lyrics with a friend of mine, but remember that we were quite intoxicated at the time and you have to know a bit about Iceland to understand the references. The following is a run down to explain them, go down to the dotted line to skip ahead to the actual lyrics:

To make a long story short, I know for a fact that the Reykjavík police in Iceland use a lift to lock in young repeat-offenders and beat them with a phonebook. Apparently it leaves les bruises. I have a couple of friends who have been in that lift, and that's where the song came from.

Also, beer was illegal in Iceland untill about a decade ago, our prime minister is a fascist semi-dictator that has blacklisted media outlets for not praising him and his party controls the largest newspaper in the country, the only newspaper with a real circulation there. He has what appears to be an afro, and he's fat, and he's kinda small. The Hannes reference is too complicated to go into, but suffice to say he's a well known right-wing gay professor rumoured to have sodomized the king's son. Oh, and the church and state are NOT separated in Iceland, you're born into the state church and have to manually apply to them to get out of it.

Oh, and I can't get the first verse to sound right, my friend can make it flow OK but he has to leave out some syllables, we'd fix that if it was going to be performed (which it's not).

Booyakasha, here we go now:

------------------

Welcome to da lift,
the pain factory!
Find yourself on a trajectory,
with a telephone directory!

They try not to leave bruises,
though even then they got excuses!
A phonebook has million evil uses,
the one who accuses is the same who abuses. Checkit!

Welcome to the lift, you know it's time to pay,
it's their last shift, fool, you're in a bad way.
Don't move, they say, shit ain't going your way,
someone takes this crap each and every day!

Yo, stop the elevator, take out the lift,
kill those evil cops on the graveyard shift!
Iceland is nothing but a sadist democracy,
I think the ruling attitude is fucking hipocracy.

We signed all kinds of treaties, clauses and pacts
got freedom of expression if we just leave out the facts!

So nobody is hearing this, nobody's listening.
Shut up and be good, it's time for your christening!
You're born into the church in this fascist state,
the priests and ministers determine your fate.

A fat bastard with an afro runs things here,
dictator of a country that just legalized beer!
Dabbi has haircut worse than Bob Saget,
ol' curly even has son who's a faggot,
he takes it up the ass from Hannes the scumbag,
an old-school-teacher who's as filthy as a cumrag!
The moral of the story is that Iceland is a joke,
stay the fuck away, go to Holland and smoke!

[Dhul Fiqar]

Just a sidenote, the word "faggot" is not to be taken too seriously in this context, it was used for the purposes of rhyming something with Bob Saget, but led us onto the path of the aforementioned professor and his well known antics.

I hope no one was offended, if it's any consolation the guy who hooked up the beats to this for us is bisexual ;)

--- G.

[Dhul Fiqar]

Wow, I hope no one drops a pin in here, the noise could be deafening :biggrin:

--- G. "The rhymeless threadkiller"

[Pete]

*drops a pin*


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damn ikoncode hates me:)
(Edited by CrazyPete at 3:10 pm on Dec. 20, 2002)


(Edited by CrazyPete at 3:12 pm on Dec. 20, 2002)

[Non-Sectarian Bastard!]

Makes me jalous, so many of you have musicskillz(not all:biggrin:)I am more of a listener.

[Lefty]

I, for one, have mad skillz. I could take Lardlad in a battle any day.

[Pete]

i have been writin a real song...like that would not be me *****y loudly!! i am so proud