Heres the other two rhymes from my e.p, coming soooooooon.
Awesome welles seals the deal
I do this darker than tarred feathers, make you spar with your bredders/the type to swipe your mic and strike at any fakes in the whole place/leave you looking more ghost dad than ghostface, and your gal with an "o" face/you can sorta tell that awesome welles flows great, clues in the name/slew 22 lame brains straight with no breaks, about to shake it down, lay waste to your town and i'm replacing nouns with razors now so watch your mouth you lazy clowns/ I cane an ounce, the clouds block the suns rays and now you witless lames are eclipsed by the shade/ it goes "boosh", awesome with the biro and the stylish flow, flip scripts 360 like a gyroscope/ Cardiff city to Idaho, you don't wanna try it bro, your better off trying to apply pink nail varnish to a lions toe/ don't fancy your chances frankly, your beats are a little bit dancey, welles flew through your manor and snatched all the scram out the pantry, jammed it in his jansport, scammed a tram for transport but you and your mans got caught for it/ gimme a sample and i'll torture it on some warp shit, i'm madder than aphex drums its raucous/ best grab the pitch forks and get the torch lit, try and force awesome out your village before I pillage your nan's vinyl and make a beat so vital every girl in the face is flush faced, fanning themselves with my flyer and checking their vitals/ leave wack cats higher and drier than the desert sessions, you can chew two finger extensions on some "fuck off with your bluffing" go cuddle up with those other chumps/ come give your man a hug he just got slapped up bad, what?!
Hes a strange one
I'm nightstorm in rhymeform, a slate faced phrase maker, pacemaker replacement: my heart beats sampled snare snaps/ bear attack! get pinned to the ground with grisly sounds kid/ scuff up your mind, don't trust your eyes, you can't believe 'em/ behemoth ewok eat breezeblocks, sleep in moons craters/ screwfaced in a blue haze: icemind, device of doomsday/ dudes say hes a strange one, flame tongue, I say one word and it'll blur out the great suns/ seven years fell through, metal gear stealth moves, tenchu assasin roofclimb tactic backflip: acrobatic/ I land static on a flower's petal, test the mettle, dead samurai spirit vessel/ fleet of geniuses soul host: I control ghosts, feet leaving patches of dead plants where I go/ stepping on the road cars pass through me, can't move me: statue roots I pass through mute trapped in loops/ making observations, fun with stashing evidence, you maybe wanna back this one up for future reference/ you'll find it in the back room of the pentagon with an alien embryo and wolverine's skeleton/ I keep telling them: got things up my sleeve, like chilly kids keep pairs of mittens on a winters eve/ best believe that he's back to babblesmash, I heard he stole skeletor's sword then hotwired the battlecat/ get afraid like babies I say "hey" to the ladies like Madeley in a stately home with champagne waiting/ my mouth sprays paintings like alien tins, alienated kid paces gravely til the sun drops/ getting writers necks in an undead headlock, fresh from the coffin to rip your head off its the zombie faced kid with no eyes in dead sockets/ I get horrid.
Thursday, 2 October 2008
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Raps (ody)
Hello hello, here are some bars i've written for an ep called action which has all beats on it and that (and will be finished soon hopefully).
Pens run for safety
I spit with last 20 minutes of akira type intensity/I wasn't meant to be, noticed frowns when they mentioned me/grounded like a centipede, a billion PC's mental speed/smashing fallacies I dash through the galaxies/ I walk home puff some green, spy some tags, drag some feet/medusa stare as meatheads lumber down StMary's street/stay bored of all of it, ought to take a torch to it/raw lyrics in your coordinates: subtle swords we spit insubordinate/ think you've got me figured but you never will/ Ill Bill Bailey, pens run for safety/ vacate the pavements, crave open spaces, i'm drowning in leaves staring skyward in a green field/ I float on a cloud bleeding snow from a severed head, dropping burninig bibles onto church spires/ anti eveything, negi view like a dark room/harpoon your minds eye, pass through a passer by/ rap's Harvey Pekar: my day jobs are boring me, spawning these ideas til early in the morning we/ pace in different rhythms its all sweet like the cinnamon: subtle saboteur pouring poison in the winners pool/ I bootleg creation selling copies for a fiver still tread that fine line between slacker and skiver/ McGuyver mind: I build mics out of broken stuff, your token tough guy style is just a total bluff/ I give a fuck if its wrong I still write on: headstrong kid, I get a grip like a python/ style like wildlife: the wolf in the woods, hoods up mission I move quick like stolen goods/ Its stowaway the brains of the operation: white collar slave labour, sci-fi fight with lightsabre/ high profile spy caper/ frasier caned cranium danger! 5 mile wide rhyme skyscraper/ were talking last 20 minutes of akira type intensity/ stowaway, line one sick rhyme dispensary, frown when they mention me/ I cause tension cause i'm getting to em mentally.
Not sleeping much
Some summer in the garden of eden, loving sleep-ins while others huddle in the streets where its freezing/ some starving and needing it hardly seems equal: some overeat some can't feed their people/ from prequel to sequel we swallow it whole while they creep over people to reach for their goals/ smile for the camera/ in their eyes your a gang, they've got all angles covered: close work with closed circuits, keeping you nervous/ no blurring of your personage they record it and store it/ the same way I do a verse its disturbing, apalling/ Not taking any I D they're giving see/ skin deep microchip to digitally reference me? nah/ a whole industry made to take liberties, the front lines your privacy: listen please!/ its just the truth I say to get it off my mind like toupes: the message for your brain check out the lines with x-rays/ I'm sayin i'm tired and wired simultaneous, straining just to lose touch with conciousness, i've tried eating snacks, reading stuff and smoking out, but how can I relax when theres so much to think about, think now/ sleeps fashionably late so i'm waiting and wondering, just like pondering: do I analyse too much or other people not enough? don't they realise that people's lives have run amok and things are fucked?/ sleeps fashionably late, again, so i'm wondering, stuck pondering: am I looking too close up or just not sucked in by the bluff?/ cause it seems like were stuck/ and its not too hard to see if you ask me, its not too hard to see if you ask me, its not too hard to see if you ask me/ its not too hard to see if you ask.
Pens run for safety
I spit with last 20 minutes of akira type intensity/I wasn't meant to be, noticed frowns when they mentioned me/grounded like a centipede, a billion PC's mental speed/smashing fallacies I dash through the galaxies/ I walk home puff some green, spy some tags, drag some feet/medusa stare as meatheads lumber down StMary's street/stay bored of all of it, ought to take a torch to it/raw lyrics in your coordinates: subtle swords we spit insubordinate/ think you've got me figured but you never will/ Ill Bill Bailey, pens run for safety/ vacate the pavements, crave open spaces, i'm drowning in leaves staring skyward in a green field/ I float on a cloud bleeding snow from a severed head, dropping burninig bibles onto church spires/ anti eveything, negi view like a dark room/harpoon your minds eye, pass through a passer by/ rap's Harvey Pekar: my day jobs are boring me, spawning these ideas til early in the morning we/ pace in different rhythms its all sweet like the cinnamon: subtle saboteur pouring poison in the winners pool/ I bootleg creation selling copies for a fiver still tread that fine line between slacker and skiver/ McGuyver mind: I build mics out of broken stuff, your token tough guy style is just a total bluff/ I give a fuck if its wrong I still write on: headstrong kid, I get a grip like a python/ style like wildlife: the wolf in the woods, hoods up mission I move quick like stolen goods/ Its stowaway the brains of the operation: white collar slave labour, sci-fi fight with lightsabre/ high profile spy caper/ frasier caned cranium danger! 5 mile wide rhyme skyscraper/ were talking last 20 minutes of akira type intensity/ stowaway, line one sick rhyme dispensary, frown when they mention me/ I cause tension cause i'm getting to em mentally.
Not sleeping much
Some summer in the garden of eden, loving sleep-ins while others huddle in the streets where its freezing/ some starving and needing it hardly seems equal: some overeat some can't feed their people/ from prequel to sequel we swallow it whole while they creep over people to reach for their goals/ smile for the camera/ in their eyes your a gang, they've got all angles covered: close work with closed circuits, keeping you nervous/ no blurring of your personage they record it and store it/ the same way I do a verse its disturbing, apalling/ Not taking any I D they're giving see/ skin deep microchip to digitally reference me? nah/ a whole industry made to take liberties, the front lines your privacy: listen please!/ its just the truth I say to get it off my mind like toupes: the message for your brain check out the lines with x-rays/ I'm sayin i'm tired and wired simultaneous, straining just to lose touch with conciousness, i've tried eating snacks, reading stuff and smoking out, but how can I relax when theres so much to think about, think now/ sleeps fashionably late so i'm waiting and wondering, just like pondering: do I analyse too much or other people not enough? don't they realise that people's lives have run amok and things are fucked?/ sleeps fashionably late, again, so i'm wondering, stuck pondering: am I looking too close up or just not sucked in by the bluff?/ cause it seems like were stuck/ and its not too hard to see if you ask me, its not too hard to see if you ask me, its not too hard to see if you ask me/ its not too hard to see if you ask.
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