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...Tha Payn's Diary...
July 6th, 2005 @ 8:33 a.m.
...yeah diz 1 here is called "Tha Crossroads Of Life"... so just look & observe da best in action ~*Verse 1*~ His qualities qualify him for freedom from growin' up breakin' rules claimin' he doesn't need-em' then reality gives him a little present hatred appears to his presence and his self-esteem lessens' hearts burstin' knowin' deaths lurkin' and he is certain that lifes no longer workin' and it is hurtin' his heart, feelin' trapped deep inside tries to find that line that will get him through the hard time' that his mind has suffered with tears through the years when his fears had escalated over peers and it appears his precious moments decreased and let go of the bible, god became his opponent if he couldn't defeat the master-of-us he would be shattered-in-cuffs and life be splattered-to-dust it's up to him to choose a side-to-take bad or evil? his lifes a mistake, or possibly his lifes-a-fake? ~*Chorus: 2x*~ the crossroads of life can change reality mess with your mentality and bring on fatality nothing comes easy always an obstacle what do you expect liven through devils opticals ~*Verse 2*~ passion for escapin' would grow-quick he tried for jobs, but at the interviews he'd happen to blow-it couldn't do nothin' right kept failing his lifes been pushed off the 'dock' his soul stopped 'sailing' he's headed nowhere cept' the gutter bad things would repeat itself, his livin' life was all a stutter soon drugs became his needed prize then woke up every mornin' headaches with bleedin' eyes and to our surprise he actually liked it people come see him to help, look for drugs, but he'd hide it he had nothing left but pills in his life a box in an alley for roof, garbage for food, and a bloody knife it is all he had it was his protection from poor to injections, damn sure headed in wrong direction he didn't believe in faith no-more,-nope only believed he's closer to fate he felt he had no-more-hope scracthes on this poor man appeared from over the years he suffered through fears and the tears now everyday this mans heart softened eyes darker cause soon enough his next home was the coffin' R.I.P. Soldier |
Nice text you dropped right here, diggin the concept, vocab's good as well as your flow, imagery was there and emotion was strong.
Keep droppin boy! |
i lyke the hook....and was realli feelin the second verse...over all..yur a goos writer, as well....
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yeah...it is 9:32 p.m. on July 13th, 2005
...about dez Commercial Rappers In Tha Game CHAMBERS OF COMMERCE It seems to me the industry's seemingly flooded wit wack fuck ups and gimmicks I mean shit it's gettin' so busy wit Lil's & Izzies the whole business is misery is it me or are these lame self proclaimed artists gettin' more garbage & god awful? God I recall when it was all you'll get sawed off at the cartlidge now every other song spit is so often talkin' about how beautiful some woman u stalkin' is god it's sick since when did fans give a fuck about the milk in ya fridge & how rotten it is? & since when did these gimmick kids...& by kids I men 30 year old men start dissin' wacker gimmick kids on tracks to get attention cuz the fact is if you didn't start tention in raps about other gimmick cats out u wack rap clowns would be stuck fillin' ya albums by choppin' ya tracks down & btw since when is that how we rap now? since when is screwin some cracked out electro-techno clap sounds & tossin' in a few gat rounds in the background not just the basis of a track out but the backbone of ya whole last album? the outcome is disgusting & I bet you're still wondering why I call these fuckin' thieves kids it's cuz it fits comfortably what other being from any country breathing needs to be constantly repeating his own fuckin' name on his c.d. pleading to the media that he needs to be receiving greetings from the ppl his music is meeting & starts flashin his phone number on t.v. u suck believe me, easily if anyone ever exceeds your idiocy they'd admitidly be the most mentally retarded idiot speakin' & that's even given the fact that havin' that level of I.Q. intact includes the ability to actually grasp speech patterns accuratley actaully now that I think about it it explains perfectly why every word u speak is repeated purposely on every track of ya worthless c.d. it's cuz you're the intellectual equivalent of an intelligent bird u just happen to be squakin' the only words you've learned |
It'z Friday July 15th at 8:21 a.m.
Like Father, Like Son 1 of my homeboy'z was rappin' a verse & i asked him who was dat he said tha game ...& i got da idea from it peep 20th century gave birth 2 two men of tha same blood like identical DNA...
one gave birth 2 anotha who was to born tha king of lyrical slayz... like father like son, truth being held in that statement... both soulz pacin wit hatred and anticipationz of makin tha greatness... tha father tha jealous one, tha son tha blinded world dweller... lyricism had not yet freed mah psyche locked in tha cellar... tha father married a beautiful young lady whom i grew 2 love... tha two offspringing a child born in a city of thugs... tha father wit tha facade of an angel, but demonic heart... probably where i attained inheritance of demonic rhyming on mah part... tha father, lovin hiz fam 2 death, would kill a niggah in a second for them... tha son, lovin hiz fam 2 death, would kill a niggah in a second for them... father unfortunately screwed up, jealousy n anger clouding his senses... knife 2 tha mother's throat..."Dont Leave Me" liquor influence wit tension... mother leavin tha father, pickin anotha man 2 blind tha child... but already tha streetz had made me tha rebellious one, furious n wild... tha step-father, wit an even worse mask than tha father, intentionz on deception... tha son, now matured, seeing beyond tha veil threatenz tha man wit Grim Reaper connectionz.... |
2day is July 18th at 10:15 a.m.
Tru Lies Part 1 & 2 demons have swallowed-thee not so thoughtfully...
...dreams of kids that strive to take away whats part-of-me now at late nights, they wait in the dark-for-me... ...cause when they hoped for credit they received it partially acting like it is my fault, cause of their problems... ...that occured to them in harlem, growin' up at the bottom suffering through the pain of robbin' and sobbin'... ...glimpses of shooters, gunnin' everywhere, people droppin' and im the one to blame? how did it come-to-this... ...my compass-shifts, headed the wrong way, trumpets-hit the noises in my head are voices, they keep-goin'... ...sadness is caused by mother nature, the rain keeps-flowin' so i keep my head up everytime i'm walkin' alone... ...many ganstas' and drug dealers, out to withdrawl thrones but this-tall-tone that i got is keeping me existen'... ...seen 1 too many whippins', causing my mind to be trippin' the blood and gore, witnessed with my two-eyes... ...got to find the piece for peace, got to find where truth-lies in the eyes of freedom, it remains concealed vision is locked up no one can get pass the bars-of-steel it's crazy, its inhumane, just so far-from-real and they keep us strugglin' till' the day it's hard-to-steal not changhin' scars-to-kills, stop the bleedin' humans stopped believen' around the corners screamin' for help, god can't hear us, he payin'-us-back for the times we ignored him, n' weren't prayin'-for-crap there's no say-in-for-that, we have all failed god hoped for us to connect with good, but we called hell and now barely any small bails, worlds faded in reality, not gods fault, it's the population that made-it and it is up to us to change our ways of livin' stop the grinnin' take it back all the way to the beginnin' when games didn't matter on winnin' just fun the days now, if ya lose, some1 bound to have blood-run down their body cause of poor sportsmanship one hit to the ground, full of worries from the forces-hit at each other, now time for another example back then there were no gun fights, no one was trampled over by others cause of name callin'-and-shit and now you look at today, guns, people brawlin'-and-shit guess it's different as times goes on, we let-it only two samples, truth lies somewhere we gotta go get-it |
2day is July 24th & tha time is 8:44 a.m.
Just anotha quick keystyle 4 y'all 2 peep...just a lil reminder tha dashes aren't multi'z but means tha flow speeds up; dots r meant 2 slow it down Payn in hurr-n-its ta move crowds 'Duckin Unda Ya Bed' like its 'Goose Down'! i'm too hot..its orange & red flames when-i-do burn spittin 'Scope' too fast-i'll-chop-n-screw 'Germs' ya got bland flows..tryna stand toe'd belongin 'Low-2-Da-Flo' like a 'Damn Roach' tha-way-i get down mayne-u'll get clowned turn-dat golden smile, to-a shit frown ways-that-i-spit now inflicts kids, how? handyman wit-da-hammer man its click pow! shit out..gross flows..cuz-im so tight.. so high..no wings..still-i show flight listen kid..ya hoe's right..she-wants no plex..u-want no fight but aint have-ta-hear-shit a'rdy know, right? ..cuz i'll punch dukes, maybe slap hoes my crew 'Shit On U'..we some 'Assholes' ima mack yo..spittn game fa no pay 'Blow Haze', so crazed, but U aint 'Blazin'-my-ass in no ways! flow's great..'Take-A-Hoe On A Plane' dats a 'Fly Date' if they mans hate..im gettin Irate.. displace, dey damn face, 'Spit Haste', can't 'Keep Pace' cuz like 'Lance-On-A-Bike this-is 'My Race'! |
2day is July 25th at 3:18 p.m.
Wordz From Tha Grave I awoke to a whisper that haunted my ear... You don't need her I brush the sound out of my ear and turn over Please leave her I sit up and sigh wondering why.... I say this because i love you The whisper swarmed around me making my body warm... let me hold you The tears swelled in my eyes, but i refused to cry... this is real rap papi i love you You love me.... it pains my heart to see you like this You love me... it's been awhile pa Six months tonight.... he did it NO yeah pa, she took me away NO let me hold you I felt a strong presence... she's the one papi, have i ever lied to you A cry got stuck in ya throat... I love you I love you whenever you need me just whisper to the wind I need you im here I never thought words from the grave could sound so dear it's real love papi |
2day is July 26th @ 8:38 p.m.
Death By Words
Another trigger pulled. A barrage of words penetrating the dome-piece. Reassiding within the soul where thoughts are artificially birthed. Growing entities of negativity apply pressure to the young mind. Tearing down the towering stems of positivity. Re-entry of reckless stray nouns wripping through the flesh of confidence. The outter shell apears to be a solid vessel, but empty. Madussa's lingering eyes of lies turns an innocent reputation to stone. And it shatters. No longer is the spirit pumped for new life recycled from each passing day. And Death has the audacity to rent the body, giving Life an eviction notice. Depression makes for a good sale's pitch in self-indulgence... never minding circling words and dagger-like verbs plundging you deeper. The Trinity - Homicide, Genocide, and Suicide - all wrapped up in the beautiful fabric of self-worth. How sarcastic...still words, no matter the blessing or curse, hold individual force of their own. As words are everlasting, Life and Death are eternally in sync, never functioning without the other. And it is to my hope that as long as love still survives, words will never cross completely to the dark side. |
it'z july 7-28-05 at 2:35 p.m.
here'z anotha dose of my open mic floetry...peep it Strictly Wordplay No Excuse For "CUMMIN LATE",Like Porno Starz STROKING IT SLOW//"Provoking -ya-Ho",But Youz Like NON_SMOKERZ With Bluntz 2 me,Cuz Im Steady "Smokin-you-SLow"// "Know-The-BasIcs" NAw Just "Face-It"//Your Better Off Bitin Lyriks,When You "Copy-n-Paste-it"// "COmming-So-SIck"Naw Cuz U Aint "Running-This-Shyt"//Its Like You A Joint To This Pot SMoker,Cuz IM steady "Bluntin-this-Bytch"/ /"TOO-EXPLICIT" Well "Get-with-It//COuldnt Count Up To My DECIMALZ,If U was "HITTIN-WID-DIGITS"/ /"Rippin-Me-SOn" Naw Neva Dat,thAts Why I "Get-IN-With-Da-Sun"//Shine So Bright,My Heat Makin Your Palms Sweaty,So No Purpoe IN "GRIPPIN-WITH-GUNZ"/ /"Recognize-Kid","Realize WhAT I Did"//kiLLIn Niggaz For They 'RENT" Money,Now They Got A Reason N they "DIE-WID-A-BID"/ /"Spittin-them-FLowz" But You Not NIce,Youz Real "QUICK-2-GO"//Like Prisoner transferz,you Gon Be Leavin "Grippin-Ya-Hole"// (LMAO)DUECUEZ!! SLITTING YA FLESH, Whats NExt to Do But RIPPIN TEXT//Have Ya Lookin More Confused than AUDIENCES with MAGICIANZ when he FLIPPIN-DEX/ (Magic-Card-Trix)/ /Steppin Up or Creepin Up,No mAtter But You Gon SLeep-Enuff//Put Ya Brain 6-Feet Under,N Yet U still aint "THINKIN-DEEP-ENOUGH"/ /Cuz My Verse Have Ya AMAZED,Like H0z When They See PREGNANCY tests//Have Ya With More LIQUIDZ inya CHEST,than PREGNANT bytchez with MILK in they BREAST/ / Step Low Kid,Like MIdgets Cuz they Like You,They Lackin REACHIN-ME//Put GRAIN inya Body,n No Tellin If u Cont COMPLIMENT bout "HAVIN-THE-STREETS-IN-ME"//(LMAO)/ /Quick Key 5 Minute,Dissin the Person Lackin His Linez//Put DILDOZ in ya Pocket,Is the only Way u "PACKIN-WITH-"NINEZ-"//(nine-inch-dildoz) |
2day is July 29th at 10:53 a.m.
Cheater...about a brode who did me wrong See when it started out, yo....everything was Nice and Sweet Id treat her Like a Queen and clung to every word that Wifey Speak In public she was Slightly Meek, but in the bedroom Nightly She a Feisty Freak, and wanted it a minimum of Twice a Week It was good, til one day she went Crazy, started Flippin over stupid shit, im jus like "Baby, why u Trippin?!?" "U see MAYBE, if you LISTENED, every Once and a While I wouldnt have to yell at u in Front of my Child But ur FUCKN worthless." "RELAX n jus Stop Cursin.." I tried to keep my cool as the anger i Got Worsened "Sweety go to bed, mommy needs a little Breathing Room" "Can u tuck me in?" "Sorry angel cant, im Leaving Soon.." N she went into her room, where she Closed and Locked the Door Then i went up to her mom, "Why u Posin Problems For??" "Cuz im SICK of U, enough is enough, aint takin SHIT from U A loser, and ur rapping is shit, wat kinda Nig are U??" this Bitch Is Rude, n she gonna hear it cuz i aint Havin It "Ur FUCKED up, no wonder why ur daughers Daddy Split" Now she Mad as Shit, picked up a bottle n Threw It At Me Man I've had some girl problems before, but Few Attacked Me "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH U? TELL ME WAT I DO EXACTLY" But she didnt even answer, she jus said "fuck YOU" n Slapped Me "U FUCKN BITCH" n pushed her away, dont care'f she'd Cry Again I got mah keys n left before my temper turned me Vio-lent I drove around, tryna cool off, relieve some Tension This stupid bitch, she went beyond the limit yo, and Then some I pulled up to mah Friend's, "Son, can i stay here for a Bit?" "Why wha happened wit ur girl?" "I dunno she fuckn Flipped.." So i crashed there n let the situation Calm Down Couldnt sleep, always wonderin whats going On Now See i couldnt play myself, cuz i know that i Need Her If Either "Leave Her" or "Beat Her" are my options then Neither So after a few days, i got Dressed and i Showered Feelin good, i was lookn sharp n Fresh in an Hour Then i left, first i went and bought a Chest full of Flowers Then I parked in front her house, took a Breath cuz its Now Or, Never, took a chance n started Walkn up the Stairs Opened up the door, it was Dark n nobody There Started creepin, through the rooms, slowly Leerin Around I got closer to her room n started Hearin some Sounds So i leaned against the door, put mah ear on the Wood All i heard was "OH YEAH...OH GOD FUCK ME GOOD" N my blood Boiled, felt my muscles startin to Tense Up My arms Coiled, both my fists jus suddenly Clenched Up IN MY ROOM?? IN MY BED?? YO I PAYED F' ALL THAT Thats when i went out back and got my Base-Ball Bat I SPENT THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS, STUCK IN A DRAG WHILE IN MY BEDROOM, BITCH IS FUCKING SOME homo?? I went back to the door, Gripped the Gat, about to Let Off Busted through the door and Ripped the Faggots fuckn Head Off N she jumped up, screamed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE U DOING??" "YOU THINK IM GONNA SMILE WHILE U GO ON AND SCREW HIM?!?! U TOOK MY CARE FOR WEAKNESS , NOW ITS TIME FOR SOME PAY BACK U STEP ON ME THEN FUCK A GUY?? NAH I DONT PLAY THAT DONT U FUCKN MOVE, WHERE THE FUCK IS STACI??" "in her Room.." I went inside, "Go and wait in Josh's Vroom Vroom!" She smiled, went to the car, and she closed the Car Door I went back into the room and reached for the Far Drawer Got the .44, "WHO THE FUCK U THINK U ARE WHORE??? "No! I didnt--" "SHUT THE FUCK UP N JUS GET ON THE HARD FLOOR I CARED FOR U AS MUCH AS MY ENTIRE LIFE ALLOWED NOW U PISS IT ALL AWAY BECAUSE WE HAD A FIGHT AND NOW U SPREADIN UR LEGS? TO NIGGAS U JUS MET ON MY BED?!?! FORGET IT UR DEAD, CUZ IMMA POP A LED IN UR HEAD SO ON UR FUCKING KNEES SLUT, N TAKE A DEEP BREATH NOW U WANNA CHEAT BITCH? GOOD....TRY AND CHEAT DEATH (*POW*)... |
My boi iz cold...wow...jus jusgot talent nahmean... All these pieces were great..ya keystyle wrecked too...anhmena.. Stay UP Chuuch Defyned |
yea word.................
u real good want ta do a collab |
let'z get it poppin' on tha real 2day is July 30th at 10:30 a.m. ......diz 1 here is about a female i've been wanting 2 come in my life
Woman Of My Dreamz i saw diz sexy azz brode, just tha otha day ...so i whistled in her direction, 2 come on over my way... ..damn girl, i got my eyez focused on ya nice lil model body.. thick thighs, phat azz, flat stomach, nice size chest..dyme piece mami oh what's ya name babygirl, & she said u can call me "Tammy" don't take diz personal, but i was hopin' i could sex ya up in tha back of my camry i would luv 2 get 2 know ya betta & possibly keep u around if u keep it real wit me, u'll get 'Thug Passion', wheneva u want from a G born "HellBound" so if diz is u jump in my ride & we can go newhere 2getha ...we can stick it out thru tha stormiest of weathaz... no matta tha situations dat approach us we can c it out 2 tha end shawty 2 b real wit ya, i don't only wanna b ya lover, but also wanna b ya friend so if diz is u boo, den step up 2 tha spotlight & let yaself b seen all my life i've been looking 4 u, & i wanna know can diz b tha "Woman Of My Dreamz" ...oh yeah 4 those u wanna know tha girl'z name in diz piece is strictly jus used so i could rhyme it wit a car...lmao word up |
2day is July 31st @ 11:04 p.m.
Stage Light Its Open Mic night and im bout to kick up 'Gusts' Lyrically in Whirlwinds till my AK-47 start to 'Bust' Release the Anger with Management when i hit the 'Stage' Some people think i dont deserve it but fuck the 'Age' Cuz im Pyro when i connect to every punchline to 'Hit' Keep on flow on every rhyme or audio when i fuckin 'Spit' Like Gasoline startin to get lit up on Accidic 'Fire' Take the strings to strangle ya neck with sharp 'Wire' Get the right Aim then just Capture the feeling in the 'Frame' Take the Picture like a Kodak and make it get stuck in ya 'Brain' Then have Patience till the moment hits and do the right 'Thing' Be angry and knockout those bitches out like Ali in the 'Ring' Dont choke cuz u lose respect for the talent thats locked 'up' Just Unleash the shit out to everyone and never keep it bottled 'up' Want Examples heres one use 'Fuck wit me then ur Throat be Smiling' Get the Point? good then just keep the shit in ya mind 'Popping' Like Popcorn keep it on till the micro stop on 2 minutes just like a 'Beat' Get goosebumps from ya head to ya feet till ya knees paralyzed ina 'Seat' And just look at the Rappers Wrappin other rappers like they 'Capped' Open the book on the next Chapter ASAP and learn the skill of 'Rap' If this dont work out then just rememmber that im always here to help 'Son' Neva leave my dawgs in dirt slept and never be afraid to take out that 'Gun' |
haha...i'm back as u can tell i'm on a roll wit dat shit & don't plan on stoppin' netime soon
it'z 8/01/05 @ 11:14 a.m. Keystyle Wildin' mark my words, im next-to-blow look how my textin'-shows suited up, covered with more snow than an igloo filled with eskimos if im not familiar, then it's best-you-know, don't try to test-me-yo cause ill put your neck-in-hold dat will cuz your breath-to-slow (whoa) nike to head, keep your mind-in-check act your age, if u don't know it, dis 9-will-check so vicious, at tha same time suspicious here 2 break da glass like a clumsy housewife does-with-dishes give u right hooks, i come-wit-fishes, like a bull race in another country ill have you runnin'-bitches (whoa) been caught, but escaped, you thought you bafoons-had-me-though be careful yo cause im know to 'Pop' nigg@s like balloon-animals don't do this for me, its passion-yo been here 4 a bit', but u bitches aint lasten-though cuz once i step-up & keep my head-up im bound 2 hold my position, & neva let-up til u bitches finally fed-up |
it'z 8/02/05 & it'z @ 11:19 a.m.
Good & Bad there was a nigga named BAD and a nigga named GOOD/ the opposites attract so bestfriends and brothers they stood/ wasnt apart of the same, wasnt from the same hood/ probably the last 2 u'd expect to be as close as they would/ any how, GOOD was cool and he stayed on the block/ bitches loved him, niggaz hated, but still gave him his / but BAD he had sort of a different way of livin/ he was more like "fuck the world" and " fuck everybody in it"/ but some how they clicked nobody knows how they met/ they just collided and decided they'd roll as a set/ so as the days grew longer/ the friendship got rusty but the bond much stronger/ the bond became so deep, that they called eachother brothers/ so deep u never saw one without the other/ they were lookin the same and sharin the same clothes/ usin the same lines, both gamin the same hoes/ but little did GOOD know/ that BAD didnt like it/ he spoke harshly and said it was my bitch and was ready to fight him/ but GOOD knew he had a temper so he tried to walk away/ but BAD wanted to fight him and kept insisted he'd stay/ but GOOD couldnt believe it... the plot gets thicker/ suppose to be brothers but BAD chose a bitch over his nigga/ its fucked up aint it? i know but the story continues so GOOD puts his head down and walks into the house/ still in disbelief of all the shit that came out his mouth/ as he listens to BAD brag about how he punked GOOD/ he called him a bitch and said he didnt belong in the hood/ but little did BAD know/ GOOD was watchin from the window/ wit tears in his eyes, while he, loadin his pistol/ as he slipped a clip in it, he walked back outside/ he tugged it away, and told BAD he was ready to fight/ so BAD he took a swung and it spun him around/ then GOOD he stumbled and buckled as he clung to the ground/ had the whole hood watchin, parents and lil kids/ u could hear his ass gasp after everytime he was hit/ but as GOOD walked up and he thought to himself/ the more he became upset thru every thing that he felt/ but yet he laid still. slowly he gathered in his anger, told BAD he'd hit him again and this time GOOD didnt wait/ then BAD realized he made the mistake/ he tried shake him and wake him, wiped the blood away from his face/ so he hollered for help but nobody offered him nuttin/ just stood in silence, these images make me sick to my stomach/ but all of a sudden, im hearin his laugh/ then im hearin this blast/ BAD collapse/ and GOOD stands up it was hard to believe it/ just watchin him bleedin/ tryin to crawl away but hardly was breathin/ so he shot him again/ and then he shot him again/ he called him a bitch, spit in his face and shot him again/ it was hard to imagine cuz the vision is sad/ but... these are the results of GOOD turnin bad/....damn |
it'z August 3rd @ 8:15 a.m.... here's my own version of how i would go about
jackin' beats 4 tha year of 2005 StR8 Up DiSsInG Suicide & Swallow Pink Pills ~ Watch As I Viciously Spill Ink's Fame On The Mic Tha Truth Killz ~ Redd Is Always On Duty Suckin Dick In The Army Like A Lesbian Dyke Ya'll Lack Skillz ~ So As Far As Rapping Goes ILL Def and G-Unit Are Considered Alike They Equal ~ This Shit Is Not Just Another Random Diss Sequel ~ Temp When It Gets Hot Ya Cant Speak Well We Rich Makin Billz N' Spendin Milz ~ Ya'll Bitches Just Talkin At Least We Signin Deals Now Tell Me How This Shit Feels ~ Peanut Say He Got A Gun Buh He Neva Been 2 Navy Seals We Spread Like A Disease ~ Lil T Claimin Knowledge Buh I Graduated College 4 Rippin Infamouz MC's WunTuN I'll Sip Ya Rep Like Chinese Soup Cus All I Need Is One Battle To Prove T.M. Can Create A Revolution Sorry But Whackness Has No iNeViTaBle Solution ~ Rhyme Reaper Cant Spit So Let Me Clown Him And End This Hata Evolution This Is Metaphorical Murder ~ Messiah Let Me Tell Ya The Future Of How Ima Make Ya A Lil Mad Usin Ill Physics Blow Ya Up Man Ya Not Black ~ So Stop Frontin Like Ya Can Play It Off As Fabolous Or A Dipsetkilla Ima Devil BIGBENT ~ Ya Outta Time Like Big Ben Surrender Now Dont Make Me Arch Ya Face N' Leave A Big Dent tha people in diz joint here is jus a random thang...not meant 2 b takin' personally but it'z whateva on my side |
ight y'all i'm back again here's anotha piece in my diary on 8/4 @ 10:20 a.m.
Shadow'd Killa ...Eh...
.. .. Out Of The Shadows Appears Mr. Fear,He seems to be Crawling Eyes Forcefully Bawling,Looking for the Soul whos Calling Knife in Hand This Deranged Man's Lost,With No guiding Light He Isnt So-Right in the Head and cant seem to be able 2 Control Sight To See Sense inside himself,Hes Lost it All And it will Never Return His Mind will Forever Burn,To the Goodside he will NeverTurn Killer Instinct Constantly Rattle His Mind,So Controlling Thoughts Aware like Patrolling Cops,His Only other Skill is Rolling Pot Death Has Striken his Loved Ones But Occured By his Own Evil Hands Heart Didnt Stand,Hes Springing into Action Like Rubber Bands The Neighbor Starts to Screams,Just before the Blade Starts to Slash Laying Dead in the Trash,His Face more Red then a Severe Rash Blood Splattered On the Dumpster and Over the Broken Cement Life Spent,Such Forcefull Blows the Once Clean Blade lies Partly Bent Hes Desperate to Escape The Sirens And the Awaiting Needle to his Arm Fear Swarms,And Disapears into the Shadows again to cause More Harm .....leave feed & i'll rtf no doubt..... |
2day is 8/5 @ 10:05 a.m.
Sum Sick Azz Punchlines Vol. 1
my rhymes r more diversified den a fuckin' cult meeting
...i'll hit ya wit more lines den owners at slave beatings i'll : SQUEEZE-DIS-HAMMER-DUKE : and : LEAVE-YA-MAN-IN-TWO : then after i reload-tha-hammer u "throw-ya-hands-up" quickker than : "BALEMIC-CANNIBALS" :...// so fucken evil freddy kooger ducks quick- and-runs spitting so much fire its like i tongue-kissed-the-sun i come with the meanest-vengence you havent seen-or-witnessed that gots me spitting more acid than bulemic-women you cant touch this, plus ill leave ya in crutches.. mutha fuckas need a runway to land their punches.. you better then me? I cant FIND a REASON dont see punchlines? you too BLIND to READ IT eating ass is the only way you spit shit you could suck an AIDs patient's dick and still you'll never be sick ....ight 4 now dat'z it 4 my lil sneak preview of punches check back tha next time 4 more.... |
ight y'all i'm back again 2day is 8/6 @ 10:56 a.m.
Incognito Im annoymous and unknown, many identitys, no biography im in mountains, tv shown, no read side as in geometry keep the secert, unnamed, unsigned, no pain no assignments you can find me on the streets combined wit otha attachments im not on the map, hidden, you wit 31, no way u can discover i will rip ya kid, u kidden, think im one, im another in a thunder i can strike u,sharp light,no sight of unknown beast i will take u, daylight or the bright night, west or east incontinental, im the incognito, many names many unreal family im isolated, the obscure, smilaritys no same, police wanna ban-me im 1 today another tomorrow, you just a fake in your our texture never given the recongized, just blank points, grab an take a picture |
why is everyone of your peices different?
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cuz i can do dat ....don't come in here askin dumb shit like dat it'z stupid of u 2 even think i would drop tha same shit in here 2 times but i jus might so u'll feel betta
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wats w/ the weird different structures n' each shit..
. . . . . . . . and fix ur damn sig.. the shit is too wide & whatnot |
stop hating & cloggin my diary it'z 4 me 2 drop dem sick azz pieces like i alwayz do bounce
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2day is 8/8 @ 10:15 p.m....................here'z a completed song by urs truly peep
"BY NE MEANS"
\...By any means necessary, we insist on plaguing hinderance on tha ignorant... ...lenient for elapsed time measurementz, our words bear no hesitance.../ \...sentiments...fa tha weak, heartless soldiers bringin cash by all means... ...homocide a mere obstacle to tha goals we plan to achieve.../ \...My Articulate Scriptues Spit words of wisdom, i see beyond tha physical... ...my metaphors based on spiritual retinals...observations of tha earth's mandibles.../ \...swallowin our leaders, may we pray for them a well rest... ...upon my chest, i promise 2 never fall 2 commercialism, on thiz lyrical conquest.../ \...my weapons at ready, swarms upon fleets of foes, my mind steerz me steady... ...2 decorate tha battlegrounds wit they torn pieces like descending confetti.../ \...u ask my worth? i laugh at ur interrogativez, u must be an idolistic rap adorer... ...who only follow rapperz, that sold platinum, and hot beatz 2 endorse 'em.../ \...u ask by all means will i make it 2 tha top... ...i ask in return, if u were supposedly destined for hopeless, would u not strive 2 be hot.../ [hook] By all means, Father bless our hands... our minds, our hearts our souls, ability 2 understand... tha world's increasing hatred on reality, embracin false speeches... souls like ours are tha ones keepin real hip hop breathin... \...Slayin muthafuckas left and right the lyrical general... ...In general ive killed 200 muthafuckas but thats the minimal.../ \...Id battle anybody for survival but i would neva~fold... ...But u Like lil kids and Ps2 u cats usin level~codes.../ \...Cheatin and bitin but Payn will still defeat~ya... ...Murder ya, shake ya hand nice to meet~ya time to leave~ya.../ \...Id do almost anything in this game id kill ya children... ...The only thing i wuldnt do is leave my own family without feelin.../ \...Id wipe out muthafuckas fast like tornados and tsunamis... ...Fold up a niggah wit my wordz like lyrical origami.../ \...Im neva scared to put up my mic to battle any human being... ...Put on a blind fold, and blind spit win without seeing.../ \...Cuz i need no personals i got vocab, metas and punches foreva... ...Poppin off my mouth like an ak and a barretta.../ \...Itz Payn rap verses own neva fallen souljah... ...The mic holad alwayz survivin wit my mic in itz holsta.../ [hook] By all means, Father bless our hands... our minds, our hearts our souls, ability 2 understand... tha world's increasing hatred on reality, embracin false speeches... souls like ours are tha ones keepin real hip hop breathin... \...By any means I’m combinin’ notions wit' lyrical potions... ...I’m addicted ‘n committed to bustin' this collab wide open.../ \...This is written wit’ a golden grip ‘n a broken soul stripped... ...Even wit’ a swollen lip i continue to deliver these frozen scripts.../ \...Experience woven wit’ intelligence aint suprisin’ I been chosen... ...The linguist moses divide oceans wider than fist fucked colons.../ \...Self control is somethin’ nobody can break take or try to shake... ...I’ve survived haemorrhage like headaches mistakes ‘n heartbreak.../ \...Partake in the struggle to smuggle hope through troubled tunnels... ...Couple of stumbles a fumble but now shit flows like petrol funnels.../ \...Peep drown in puddles of puzzles deep inside concrete jungles... ...Crumble like rubble but they dumb enough to sign prenuptials.../ \...It’s time to reshuffle your deck like vocal chords and octets... ...Take that in any context that can suit yo’ project objectives.../ \...Take the offensive ‘n be possessive subjective ‘n protective... ...But it’s best if yo’ attentive ‘n keep your thoughts collective.../ [hook] By all means, Father bless our hands... our minds, our hearts our souls, ability 2 understand... tha world's increasing hatred on reality, embracin false speeches... souls like ours are tha ones keepin real hip hop breathin... |
2day is 8/9 @ 9:45 a.m.
part 2 of punchlines peep it
Slow style of whackest needs to try to 'Spit Scriptz' You could never get a good taste of victory you'd only get sips It's lucky for these hoes I wasn't born so violent Cuz a glock coulda had your forehead yawnin and your mouth silenced im an angry magician i cant be fuckin wit these tricks my bullets r like petafiles they luv touchin u kids wow...ya'll punchlines is *Forced Weakly* like *Feeble Infantz During Birth*... Nebody dissin Payn? ya shit iz *Animated* like *Stained Windows In Church*... U don't kno ? I'll waste a muh fuka like economical funds An still have u crawling bacc to me like da prodical son ya'll catz iz flowin complexity like me? shit, ya'll catz rhymin wit complicationz... R.V.'ll *Damage Ya Appearance* worse than characterz of *Japan Animation... Like Those Before Me…We Handin L’s, And Grabbin W’s To TAKE WITH US Sorry Dude, But Your Present’s The Real Reason I HATE CHRISTMAS..!!( haha...i hope u enjoyed diz as much as i did while typing dem up ight til da next time ~1~LUV~1~THUG~ 2 all & peace |
2day is 8/9 @ 9:45 a.m.
Parts Of An Ill MC B'in Formed
First question im asked, P how does~it~feel// To be ill in this shit and to be youngest~real// I tell em its coo but its more fun~to~kill// Kill wit lyrics Payn shine like fronta~grillz// Im known all ova the undagrounds wit no money~bills// I got the soul of a hustla so i know how Sun.NY~feels// The truth is im 22 wit vocab and dummy~skillz// Im old in this game,u jus found how rap cumming~feels// A lil rippin a duke mixed in wit hook~makin// Wordplay and Metas will leave ya shook~shakin// Even i knew before you did how ya girl look~naked// I stir up these rhymes in my mind u cant even cook~bacon// This beat knock right here, lyrical but i love~bass// Still cut~fakes like cup~cakes, nig y u a cup~cake// Remix Introduction ive dont it all im the remix~king// Call me the mobb ill toss ya in the sea and have ya cement~skiing! The underground celebrity man im so~so~sick// While u cats is so so square like po~po~kicks// I make ya head hurt like naps and fro~fro~picks// Fuckin wit me u know that thats a no~no~bitch// Shoutouts to S.P & Merk cuz yall sho~know~sick// All Of Trigga Town anyone i forgot jus let me know~so~quick// If u a hater ill have you underground lowa then where the low~low~sits// Ill Capture your life and tear it like old photo~pics// Now u think i fell of but that would neva~happen// Like Pun against 50 im just known fo betta~rappen// I aint hafta diss dukes to get where my ass now~stand// Jus made different music for the 50% of hip hop thats not bow wow~fans// Yall already know Payn the hardest~to~rap// And since the earth is wack, im pluto the farthest~from~dat~crap// This the introduction to the introduction induction~of~P// Im twice as bad as the normal like the 4th concussion~degree! |
2day is 8/11 @ 12:08 a.m.
Str8 Spittin
u gotta respect it...cuz my style is hard 2 grasp like a 'Pimp' i got flows 4 dayz like tha Atlantic...& issuing 'Bomb Threats' like Bin Laden keep my foes on Panic how y'all figura i can't hold my own...all of u 'Scavenders' r like 'Dogs' got ya bitin on my bone jus a short lil sneak peep of wut i'm workin wit ...more 2 come |
2day is August 15th @ 7:10 p.m.
jus "Payn Freestyle"
Reality at gunpoint wit Z's as an accomplice, Seeing feats achieved and accomplished, at ease relieving my conscious. Reaching sleeps metropolis of inner peace and tranquility, Levitating over thinner sheets deemed gleamed wit mans villainy. Wit stability, my soliloquy's a simile, Similar to a centipedes agility, my energy's imagery seen vividly . Through self expression, wit felt impressions I helped connections, Between My excelled aggression and pension for yelled intentions..! |
2day is August 17th @ 2:49 p.m.
check it out it'z goin down fa sho Heat spreadz out from within tha point of contact, no contractz wit Heaven or Hell just strugglin 4 dear life when i bust back, left unstrapped, my enemiez experience tha wrath from my gat, if u aint finna die niggah u best lay back, now, organz malfuncture, blood spew out of intravenous sectionz, six hollowz iz where tha bulletz left they puncture, now i feel tha weight lift off my legz as my body collapses towardz tha concrete, my enemiez soul departed from lungz ruptured, eyez rolled back, nah fucc that, fight tha overwhelming fog of death, as it creepz across my soul'z depth, no fuccin light at tha end of no tunnel just blurred visions of my surroundingz before my spirit from tha carcass left The harsh reality i'm faced in multiplies the complicalities im placed in sometimes i feel caged in the fantasy i'm staged in, with time wastin ebbing away my vacant casing, inequality springs from the foundations children taught the basics of discrimination, subtle shows through a media nation through wide open eyes i look at the souls this hateful world's took tied down until the day their names are read from the eternal book never to look, down to a world lived in by their families and friends never again to feel the pleasue and pain that their lives sustain the mainframe of life; hard work and strife, good deeds commited outta sight away from the limelight, where the devil designs fright for thoose who shine bright governments disregarding rights, lawless fights, full of police brutality distention doubling the prevent of prevention, with less criminal detention |
2day is August 18th @ 9:30 a.m.
Payn'z Intro [Hook 2x] Who Am I? Dat Nigga Payn & Y Am I Here 2 Start Up Thunderstorms & Creat Lyrical Reigns ...I'm alwayz asked alot of questions... ...wut bout me is it, i think is great & do i feel at times i'm 2nd guessin...// ...2 avoid all tha B.S. i tell dem evathang i do no matta wut it is great... ...no 2nd guessin here, my style is neva sloppy like an upside down cake...// ...otha questions r how do u feel ya tha youngest real & 2 b so ill... ...it'z all hood tho i like it but i feel dat it'z betta when i start 2 kill...// ...i'm known all ova the undagrounds wit no money~bills... ...i got tha soul of a hustla so i guess i know how SunNy~feels...// ...tell ya tha Truth i'm 22 now & got tha vocab & dummy~skillz... ...my flow is designed 2 leave ya more hyped den takin X~Pills...// ...it leaves ya shook & shakin from all tha metas & wordplay i'm displayin... ...most can't compete, afta my verbal rush u'll b like Roy Jones flat out layin...// ...it'z time 4 me, 2 come in shut down shit & start makin thangz myne... ...like Onyx, O.P.M. cuz Time Is Money i gotta stay down & continue grindin...// |
2day is August 20th, 2005
Lyrical Murdah
...travelin at top speed while I grip my machete... ...cause the dead weight on RV is really gettin too heavy//... ...lets raise the heat level to surpass the Serengeti... T.T survives, the rest die out, bloody and sweaty//... ...while ya pen shakes and hesitates, my AK levitates... ...at a downward 60 degree angle, let me demonstrate//... ...gimme a good excuse to tell Strobe why I assassinate... ...and fa you to get ya mind right and TRY to elevate//... ...crap rappers, yall enough to drive a nigga insane... ...pull the trigga have ya remains lookin inhumane//... ...tie ya to the tracks, run you ova wit the "Soul Train"//... ...collect "Spirits" of weak mc's, send em back to hell from whence them came... ...please understand that this is far more than a game//... ...ship you to the coroner, first class, clothes blood stained... ...have Monie Love talkin bout "It's Really A Shame"//... ...this the "PAYN" reppin the "EastCoast", nigga, learn the name... |
i like your diary. i was goin thru some of em and noticed some funny shit: ain't none of these the same. u got verses on yours, i got str8 chaos on mine, and UNF has an actual diary on his. makes me feel like i'm doin somethin wrong. anyway, your verses on here are sick. lyricism iz the key. try stretchin your vocabulary; usin words and flow styles u don't normally use. nice diary playa.
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2day is August 25th @ 11:10 p.m.
Misguided Soul ...Eva since a nigga was born & raised up i felt very deprived...
...Didn't get a thang i really wanted & been told lies while b'in looked in tha eyez... ...I hate not having ne role models in my life 2 really guide me in tha right direction... ...As i journey into manhood, now i decide where 2 head as i pause at da intersection... ...My life has been a hard test, & i neva wanted 2 b headed down tha wrong path... ...But i can't escape tha fact, how i'ma live if i don't stack up my math... ...Like Usher, I got it bad..Growing up in a foster home wit no mom or dad... ...Watchin otha kidz hug dey parents, & go home jus makes me real mad... ...On Christmas families spend time 2getha, & open up all dey gifts... ...While i mope around, lookin out tha window drinkin & smokin a spliff... ...22 years diz world'z givin me tha Shoulder & in my mind it'z Cold... ...Here's a short intro of y i feel dat i'm a Misguided Soul... [*note 2 start up on anotha joint asap*] |
2day is August 27th @ 11:15 a.m.
..ClUbBiN FrEeStYlE.. [/CENTER][B]..i step up in tha place..back, back give me my space.. ..jus respect my G, don't test or catch a bow in ya face.. ..like Cas, I'm Chyllin In My B-Boy Stance..didn't come here 2 dance.. ..basically 2 smoke, drink..make den brake az many hoes here 4 tha takin.. ..more den a playa, cuz of tha mind rapin..heart breakin..settin tha tone regulatin.. |
2day is August 30th @ 8:45 p.m.
Afta Effect Of Bullying ..diz kid Lou was tha smallest in his class..was only 4'0 in grade 5..
..got punked by an olda Kenny..4 his lunch money, self-confidence & diginty.. ..started in Lorton in kindergarten..up til 9th grade in Eastside Mt. Partian.. ..is when he got fed up..he went home & grab a gun out his folks bedroom.. ..next day vowed 2 make him bleed..& he'll get smoked like a bag of shrooms.. ..next day hit & lil Lou got hyped..thinkin aftawards it'll turn da day 2 night.. ..he heads 2 school..go lookin 4 dat fool..den ask his boy have u seen Ken.. ..yeah he went dat way..u wanna get found him so he can stick u again.. ..it ain't happening 2day..afta years of torture he's gonna have 2 pay.. ..at da end of tha hall he saw him..so Lou played like he was leaving.. ..Kenny said get ova here..& told Lou hand ova all of his money 4 lunch.. ..Lou whipped out tha pistol..blasted Kenny & which made his body bunch.. ..like hard punches it put him down..& put his azz down on tha ground.. ..Lou shot til tha clip was on e..& diz is tha end of tha bully named Kenny.. all of diz is fictional but really does happen so jus take precaution |
2day is Sept 1st, 2005 @ 12:10 p.m. ... got my welfare check ..lol word
Movement ...when i wake up in tha morning..afta a lil stretching, & yawning... ...get out da bed..shake my legs a bit..make sure their awake so i fall & trip... ...go 2 tha bathroom..brush my teeth..wash my face, 2 erase last night'z sleep... ...turn on tha water 2 wash up..afta goggling my scope dat'z in my cup... ...get cleaned up so i can feel fresh..get sum clothes on so i can look def... ...grab da tips, & load up my gat..b4 i leave, also grab my weed & powder sacks... ...i'm off 2 tha block 2 clock sum dough..make sure all my biz is kept a secret u know... |
Thinkin Bacc ..As i sit bacc & reminisce...my life's been a trip.. ..from jump...starting off riding my big wheel...2 likin girlz...den started 2 flip.. ..hittin tha blocc...sellin dem roccs...totin 2 gloccs...roll out when i c cops.. ..watch tha moonlight as i toast...wit chiccz...put my all into wuteva i got.. ..in all types of gunfights...hang wit nig'z like oozie clip...G...J...& half pint.. ..keep my clothes & shoe game tight...brodes can get me right...eva nite.. *..will continue diz shit off 2morrow fa sho..* |
..paintin picturaz & images of da good dayz have been..
..even tho it'z a life of sin..u gotta play ur hand & try ur best 2 get dat win.. ..i can't dwell in tha past..well i'm out gettin cash..jaccaz wanna get me bad.. ..try sticcin me up & i'm quicc 2 blaze dey azz..my cup's runneth ova 2 my last.. ..fez wanna harass..cuz dey found a pound of grass..while i'm hidin my stash.. ..mental trip, but i hold on..my game & mind is so strong..jus tha same ol song.. |
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