Things I've written. (poetry, psuedo-raps)

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Who.

I'm a cerebral assassin
Mind games? I play to win
My ways may be subtle,
But if your psyche is a ship, I scuttle/
It. To sink it to the bottom
You think your memories are yours but I got 'em
Locked up and I control 'em however I want 'em
Taking 'em out every now and then to flaunt 'em.
I can learn more about you than you could ever know
Just by looking at ya, up and down, where to go?
Ain't nowhere you can hide from me,
Any place that you keep secretly,
I already know about it, don't doubt it,
I've checked every place like a boy, scout it
Just don't get all up on my bad side
And I won't have to slam you down for the last ride.

What.

Like that founder of the Godz, I don't care
Fuckin' act like I care what colors you wear,
I'll slap you so hard you'll be red/
Like that hat Esoteric sports on his head.
Now I'm not claimin' to be the king/
I'm just laying down something/
to get my thoughts out of my dome/
Readin' these lines like an ancient tome/
Expectin' to find a hidden message or meaning to this passage/
Ain't nothing like that contained within,
Just me puttin' words out like it's a sin.
The way you drop names is so damn clumsy,
I'll drop you like dice, you fuckin' dummy.
I don't sag my pants, or rock fresh kicks.
My clothes fucking fit, you just look like shit.
Oversized white tees, hundred dollar nikes.
I rock beaten up adidas and the ladies still like me.
Not here to threaten you with guns, knives, none of that.
I lay these lines upside your head like a baseball bat.

Tomb

Is this motherfucker done?
Near 11am, and I gotta get gone.
Gone to the next room,
Cop that seat in that tomb.
Tomb 112, project one-sixteen
Sit and wait for that one-eighteen.
Gotta hold on for one or two
Gives me time to plan what to do
The lid cracks open, and here it comes
I start feeling uneasy, like I need Tums.
Then it's here, and it's all good
Back to the way I thought I would.
It settles in/
the air kicks in
And a familiar smell comes floating by/
That's got me closing my eyes/
Living in that one moment
As if I'd never known it.
The five-oh ticks away
this act has gone on its way.

[Badb]

While im not the most educated on "pseudo-raps" or any rap at all...
All of these were very strong in conveying your emotions and all flowed pretty dang good. Your word choice was very smooth and fitting as well, which is pretty respectable when it comes to rap.

I'm a cerebral assassin
Mind games? I play to win
My ways may be subtle,
But if your psyche is a ship, I scuttle.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Those lines have got to be my favorite.

Great job.

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I edited out a lot of what was originally in here, because they were rather old and have since lost meaning. That, and I've somewhat evolved my writings. I'll randomly throw things in here that I'm willing to share; I've gotten kinda paranoid about something getting jacked.

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Are You Serious?

2 am, you wake up in a shock
Your boyfriend, got on up and walked
Now you're all alone in the pitch black cold
Isn't this starting to get old?
Now, I'm not one to scold
But, come now, you've just been rolled
As he's done before and will do again
I can't believe you've not found another man
One who won't do this to you, no never once
Never thinking for himself, or whatever he wants
The one that'll treat you kind, and stay on your mind
But as it stands, you've done lost your mind
Because in your mind, you feel you need to stay with him
But, in reality, you need to get away from him


Girl, just run, get away
I don't know what else to say
Hanging on for just one more day?
No, you need to leave without delay


You call him up, find out where he went
He's just out for a drive, clearly not content
But then the lights behind him flash crimson and royal
You tell him to call back when it's done, because you're oh so "loyal"
The minutes pass, and turns to an hour
The thoughts inside you begin to turn sour
You call again, and find he's perfectly fined
And now he's with a friend, losing his mind!
Anger sets in, and I know it too
But it's your turn, what are you going to do?
If it's a chance he wants, you've given enough
You need to let him learn that life is tough

Background:
A close friend of mine who spent 3 years being treated like absolute shit by her boyfriend finally decided to end it after he left HER alone in HIS apartment at 2 am so he could go smoke weed with a friend.

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California

This one is about the left, the west, the best
Beatin' out the rest no need to test
I ain't talking in jest, just speaking with success
Coming out with lines so furious
Got you listening, you're so curious
So listen to me ryhme about the place I find so glorious
A place where you can go from slums to luxurious
In less than twenty paces you can see so many places
See so many faces of so many different races
Throws it into stasis and creates the perfect basis

Now
Go down to the Oaktown and watch it all go down
Guns blast, tires screech, sirens blare that's the sound

There
Now come about 20 miles north, north-east, that's where I roam
You could drive by it with out knowing
West County, The place that I call home



Now there ain't much to see in the West CC
Drive up a bit and see the refinery
Might as well keep going to the winery
But scratch that, that's not where I be
Don't be fooled by the state of this part of state
It may not be first rate, but, hey, just wait
Shouldn't need to use bait to lure you to the gate
The idea of coming in has you shook like a first date
Not like I'd know, I've got a first mate
Not in exact terms, it's a turn of phrase
Now just grab a hold as I turn the page
Write another line, and the engines engage
Making all the haters quite enraged
But don't speak on me, I'm the one on the stage

Background:
Nothing, really. Just a little regional anthem. Yessir.

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A psuedo-freestyle that's been knocking around my head:

Hero

Yo, I can't find the words to say
Over the beat that you hear played every day
But I still just find some other way
To make the words fly away like Toronto Blue Jays
Not sucking down like the Tampa Bay Rays
I know that ain't the case, just listen to me say
What I've got to say like my name was Z-Jay
Jay-Z? Doesn't matter, any matter
Reach the top without a need for a ladder
I'll switch it up like a left-handed batter

Note:If you have Zion I & The Grouch - Heroes in the City of Dope, listen to the instrumental track titled Hero. That is the track to which I did this.

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I get really bored in classes sometimes, and this is the result.

Logic?

Yes, yes once again
Writing wicked rhymes at ten
This is a class you must attend
Or you'll never learn defense
And that right there is one expense
You can't afford, so spare the chance
Listen up, and watch this dance
The words, they move, twist and prance
Singing of a trite romance
Spilled over this white expanse
Got to wash the blood from hands
And watch it trickle through his hands
After traveling through the sands
His life, like this verse, it ends.

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Impromptu battle rap shit:

Listen here, listen now, listen up real well
I'll spit this so hot, it'll belong in hell
You fools are all tryin' to step one another
When I grab the mic, ya'll better run for cover
I don't rap to spite, I'm not like the others
So run along now, and go find your mothers
I've got you that scared, even speaking with a stutter
I speak this so smooth, man I'm like butter
I know you saw that coming, but hey that's the game
These words may occasionally sound the same
But I gotta do it to stay up on this level
A cause is what I've got, man I'm not a rebel
So turn up the bass, and add in some treble
I'll make you fools Hyde like I was Dr. Jekyll