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QUESTION:
Where can i buy the t-shirt with the lyrics to knives and pens by black veil brides on the back?
I saw a pic of it on deviant art but i dont know where to find it. I tried ht topic and it's not online or in store so any help?
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QUESTION:
Lyrics to "Knives and Pens" by Black Veil Brides?
Including the intro with the two men talking...please and THANKSSS!!!
rawrrrr....lol
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ANSWER:
Person #1: In looking at young people envloved in the ecolt do you see in perticular type of grids?
Person #2: I have personaly observed people wearing uhh..umm black fingers nails, having their hair painted black wearing black t-shirts, sometimes they will tattoo themselves...
Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best... Turn out the light,
Turn out the light.
One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best... Turn out the light,
Turn out the light
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QUESTION:
Send the ringtone to your phone?
Well i look up lyrics to my favorite song fairly often and i see a lot of these things that say, send
example: Send "knives and pens" as a ring tone to your phone
is this free? is it legit(yea that's rite I used that word properly unlike all those other losers out there)
will it bill me? and if it will anyway i can get free ring tones for free and it wont mess with my service provider or my billing
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QUESTION:
rate my rap lyrics!!?
---its just the rough draft but constructive criticizem helps
yo my name tice zac im on the attack as a matter of fact you walked into a trap cept im the wild animal i eat you alive that makes me a canible. yah thats right i feast with delight my paper is my fork and my pen is my knife my logics out of sight i ran so fast i grew wings and took flight, your legs got shorts while mine got height i run with my raps im kickin up dirt my mud flaps are your life im so successful i got diamonds on my hubcaps. my game so crazy i dont even practice it i teach a religon my preachings are immacualte i walk with swag ,sag hat in my back pocket i take off like a rocket super fast like i got a fire onder my ass my raps are crippling let me sign your cast with a sharpie make it last now grab my gun and i cock it, its my boat so i can rock it cuz im a rock star when i write a verse i tend to rock hard yah im the doctar my raps a perscription pad and everyones sick you all on my dick i gota trim my bush my trees got pubes i call it afgan kush,im ballin like swoosh now move ya ass i mean move ya tush now zactice says follow me cuz i am the leader i read what ya playin like adobe reader i forsee the future then i shoot it all down with a loaded heaterr
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ANSWER:
when you're asking for your lyrics to be rated you have to format your lyrics better so we can easily identify the breathing marks, the rhymes and establish a beat in our heads... lyrics aside, it was chaotic reading all the way through that... allow me to retort...
i said allow me to retort
the entire crowd be bored
show us the bottom of your shoe b/c that's where your written rhymes be stored
listen to this animal
he is so unfactual
he can suck my d-i-c-k and that'll make him a fukkin canibal
i think i heard you say before you had diamond-studded hubcaps
you couldn't cock a gun or drive a car if you had a genie up your vag flap
you couldn't shoot me anyways b/c my skins made out of burlap
i know you're thinkin' that you're like a mad fighter
but you couldn't get a thumbs up from a MF hitch hiker
so jot this down in your prescription pad
your first attempt at rhyming was really bad
like your clothes your rhymes a fad
hey everyone did he bore you? yea just a tad
afgan kush is what we call your dad
like adobe reader your rhymes will be free
because you're just not good enough to charge a fee
look down and what do i see?
is that a sharpie in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
no offense buddy... hope you're a good sport!
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QUESTION:
Dreams about being let down by your heroes?
Recently I've been having dreams every single night for some reason, but the last three nights my dreams have been more like nightmares.
My first dream was that I met Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance in Morrisons (the super market) but whilst I was bestowing my love to him by giving him like this massive speech about how much i apreciate him and how him and the band saved my life and utterly inspire me he was just walking away and getting his mayonaise off the shelves.
My second dream was that Ronnie Radke came into my music lesson and started alking casually to all the bitches in my class but they thought he was just a teaching assistant. I went over to him and started talking to him saying that I think he's really awesome and how i was really upset when he has to leave Escape The Fate...but he just looked at the bitches and went "What the hells up with this chick? I take it she's not your friend right? Thank goodness."
My third dream was that somehow I ended up dating Andy Sixx from Black Vail Brides but he was reeeeeeeeally NORMAL. We were in my room listening to Headfirst For Halos by My Chemical Romance and he said that he thought Gerard was a fag because he wore makeup. I then pointed out to him that he did too in all his music videos and photos on the internet but he just looked at me as if i was crazy. I then tried to stop the awkwardness by changing the subject and said that his song Knives And Pens is amazing and that i'm stunned by his epic lyrics but he looked at me and said "You think I come up with this stuff?" then he burst out laughing.
What do these dreams mean?
They're really getting me down.
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QUESTION:
Black Veil Brides question?
There is this assignment I have to do for my reading class. The assignment is to pick a song(with appropriate lyrics) then you have to explain what the song is talking about and you have to answer a bunch of poetry questions. You also have to answer questions about the band and why you chose this song...etc. My song is Knives and Pens- Black Veil Brides. If I get a grade higher than a B I can play the music video/song. I really want to show the class the music video, to show them what my friends and I go through (so I NEED to get a high grade *Note- this teacher is tough, I'm in advanced reading). I need to know what was Black Veil Brides old band members and what is their new band members? IMPORTANT* Who are the band members in the Knives and Pins music video? (names and what they play, please) Any information about what the song's meaning is?(I already pretty much know that though.) Any extra information or advice would help. If you show where you got your information (sources) that would great too but you don't have to.
Side Note--If you just leave hate comments, you're just a sick person who get satisfied bringing other people down. Honestly, if you do leave comments or answers like that I really don't care. Things like that never get to me.
Music Video-- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEb3GQqdHD4
I love Black Veil Brides(and yeww:P) hehe Thanks, I'll reward the best answer points(or whatever you call it) when I figure out how. ^-^
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ANSWER:
Andy Sixx, Sandra Alvarenga, Ashley Purdy, Jinxx, and Jake Pitts. That was line in the video. Not all the past members of BVB is known because well... there's just to many to count! But that was the line up in the video.
Andy Sixx- vocals
Sandra- Drums
Ashley- Bass
Jinxx and Jake- Guitars.
but, Christian Coma replaced Sandra on drums.
I found this. These are some of the past members.
Nate Shipp- Guitar
Mike Stamper- Drums
Chris "Craven" Riesenburg- Drums
Bobby "Badass" Thomas- Bass
Mark- Guitar
Kevin- Keyboard
Chris Stewart- Guitar
Jaymz Dorman- Guitar
Copper-might have been a bass player i cant remember but he died in a car crash
chris hollywood-guitar
sandra -drums
Hope that helped. BRIDES MAID 4 LIFE!
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QUESTION:
What do you think of MY lyrics? =]?
Hello. =]
I'm in a band called "Louder Than You" and I write all the songs and play the guitar and edit everything... I haven't showed them this song yet cuz I'm not too sure about it. I wrote this after one of my friends and I got in a fight. She said I was talking about her behind her back and telling secrets about her, but I wasn't. It was actually one of her other friends... so... I was so furious that I wrote this in about 20 minutes. I don't know, though. So, let me know what you think?
thankss.
The song title is "I'm Writing It In Pen So I Can't Erase"
The story of my life
Can be carved out with the dull side of a knife
My hands must be as cold
as your heart
Cuz you only wanted to play a small part
Writing this song out in pen
Cuz second chances never come again
I thought I did what I was supposed to do
But not according to the eyes of you
Sometimes friends just don’t understand
When they’ve got something good in their hand
Must listen to the one you’ve been friends with longer
Ponder the reasons why
Does she make you feel stronger?
Lying to you about certain events
Kind of out to get you in a sense
Yet you don’t see it. Yeah, you don’t see.
That’s why you had to come after me.
So the story of my life
Can be carved out with the dull side of a knife
Writing this song out in pen
Cuz second chances never come again
Must listen to the one you’ve been friends with longer
Ponder the reasons why
Does she make you feel stronger?
Hope you know you have a terrible best friend
One day it’ll come to end
And no one will be there to save you
Cuz this is what you do
Take advantage and then destroy
Like I’m some kind of childish toy
So go ahead and listen
To the one you’ve been friends with longer
Ponder the reasons why
Does she make you feel stronger?
Lying to you about certain events
Kind of out to get you in a sense
Yet you don’t see it. Yeah, you don’t see
That’s why you had to come after me.
The enddd. =]
Give me your thoughts.
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QUESTION:
My lyrics, your opinion?
i've started writting and spitting about 9 or 10 days ago, i like to spit when i im listen to a good track like just spit when i hear a good line from the artist and just flow with it, but writting i just get stuck im no good so heres somethin i wrote and is wondering if someone can give me some tip n what not.(its fair bad).
...........theres two ..........number 1
I'm venemous with a pen and trendmendous spitting rhymes right of the
top the brightest light to hit since the sun because when my flows
starts up emcees beging to run I'm armed with my pen and a lyrical
mind better take a step back because I'm ready to crush and grind
and eat emcees like you for brunch, give it all your got give it your best shot,
I have lines wriiten on my hand punch life after punch line word for word lines to
rhyme, Im like popeye with lyrics in a can the lyrical dumbledore sam I am
green eggs and ham the mordern day shakespeare, dr zeaus rolled in one I've had
enough I'm out I'm done.
Number 2............
Eyes glazed over like big round sourcers ryhming is my weed im the
grand wizard sourcer who can make things better or worser yes that me
the evil one so I make things for worse this gift is a curse I've
caught you ot in My web Ive spun Ive let you hung out strung out
stretched far out like paper thin sounds pretty far farfetchd, but it's
true there nothing i can't do I've being told as a kid I'll never
succeed being told to take the knife and end my life right here tonite
but I'm telling you I move mountains with my mind I bend over and snap
my spine spit these lines and do it all at once and even get struck by
lightning twice at once.
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QUESTION:
Are my lyrics any good guys? I've started rapping?
Hey guys
Need a bit of help. Over the past week i've started writing rap lyrics and so far i've written four. I need feedback on them, whether they're any good?, bad points? good points? ect
My lyrics are pretty violent but around the area i live in most of the situations conveyed do take place.
Please give an honest opinion. Thanks in advance.
1.
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It’s 12.04, and I’m sitting in a room
Livin
Lyin
Sky-high flyin
Makin mad rhyming
When I hear a slow click…and **** (pause)
I swear this crib was dereclict
Oh well, I sit
Do a quick push-up
Pull da gun up,
Load-ed it
Nd started creepin
Started movin slowly - tiptoe
ima a dark mover,
dark operator,
Blacked out ‘nterrogator
Alien v Predator
Heads in sight,
I pulled da gun up
Work the angles,
Please dnt **** up
One slick move, I work out equations
3 K SQUARED PLUS 3 K X
Was I an assassin ill b getting ma pay cheque
Cos ma
Guns locked on
Nd the shot is on
Who-is-this *****
Movin, snoopin, lookin
If he dnt move,
I swear ima shoot him cos
Im skilled im a killer
Like da ***** in the movie shooter
Im all tensed up
All tensed up
R ****** ****** dat I recognize
Cos otherwise
These ***** dat I pitimize
Will recognize
Surprise
In the form of slugs causin their dee-mise
I shout, I holla
Asdvise, tell em not to play explorer
Be wise or feds start askin why,
As somebody dies
Nd family cries
As the priest reads ur last rites
He moves
Time to make my move too
I take a step bck, pull bck the gun in my hand
Like a javalin man
Metal flies thru ur side
As cops pull up
Dead-look eyes
As back up pulls up
Take deep breaths as ma luck **** up
I kno, im goin inside
For a long time,
So I keep in mind,
Not 2 bend down
And expose ma behind
Gotta fly gotta fly
Ima bout to testify
See ya next time
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2.
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Yo Listen
I sit in cell B feelin all f***** up, lucks up
In a pen killin time just waitin,
With full armed guards, lookin full on hatin
Other inmates waitin snaring batin
Got to move skoot start skatin, ma sh*t
cos wardens got lock on ma game on ma click
cos i got too slick and i slipped wen ma knife went flick
slit...
...On a prisoner,
Cops got called, a visit from the coroner
Ma flows too sick ma sh*t will murder ya
It'll pull you into rythm while you're burials gettin diggin,
Body chucked in then da mud starts fillin
Say hello to the dark hole you're gonna be livin in
Forever,
However,
This incident sent me to high security
Fu.*.ck it,
Whatever,
Its a war between me and the system, bring it
Whenever, you feel it cos when you meet the
killa
feel the mean when the powermove hits ya
Just like Ali and that Foreman fella
This time though the sparring will get you on the flooor quick
Then I'll proceed to cut you like that Saw 3 goooree shi/t
In no time you'll be begging for forgivness
then you'll be cravin for deaths blissness
Vividness, thats how clear i see my vision not hazy
like some northpole blizzard shi/t
Ruthless killa instinct risin, im feelin it
Murders, wars and battles, im breathin it
cos im an animal, and like all predators my damage wont be minimal
Critical
Formidable, thats how it is, take my warning its credible
or the endin wont be amendable
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3.
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I hate this freedom bullsh/t,
life too tight, im feelin it
sealin me in sqeazin it
But fu/c/k it I dont care cos im movin it -
in crates, packs, this game i aint losin it
one step ahead of federals chasin air, my quick movements fuelin it
paper exchangin, transaction makin the heat its coolin it
But life is f/u/ck/ed the mad shi/t i get i give back harder
Sharp jab, left hook harder than diarrohea, like Ali, Tyson- the powerpunch counter,
Ni/gg/a can you match that?
will the punch sack punch back?
Doubt that
But check it
Ni/gga/s dont stick in but give in
when faced with adversity they grass before their asses get a killin
so weak almost sickenin, hear their heart loud quickenin
n/igg/a can you bust that
write that down- never ever trust
people that crumble faster than crust
its a rule, its a must or watch your game go rust
Now follow this - always make sure you move fast,
cruise glide
and roll with ni/gga/s ready to die by your side
remember this guide, when shi/t blows wide
Trust is key here, know who your friends are
or fall in a pri-son, keeled over being someone bendar
the words surendaar ringing in your ear all shook up with no-one to defend ya
f/uc/k it, its a setback
but can you comeback
thats the question,
now make your selection
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4.
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Now ima tell you a tale bout a ni/gg/a named Fred,
a regular kid who didnt have cred,
one of those neeks meeks who looked to feds
who grew up in an estate full of raw hate,
lived through violence his hood bare bait
But one day, little Fred got robbed
phone got jacked, his ipod gone
Got slapped bad, but bangin didnt last long
No one saw, except a cop
but the pig was dealin, supplyin pot
now Fred was a smartkid
a dark kid
a stark kid
the s/hi/t he went through, he thought bout grassin
But the cop noticed and wasnt havin it
got to Fred and started slappin him
Threatening, makin him
No joke, pig was shaking him
burning eyes baking him
but lil fred was the comeback kid
he raised his fists and started jabbin him
raw pace power packed with it
Few years later Freddie was changed
suttin inside clicked and he was never the same
Cos Freddie was movin s/hi/t
stackin up profits like some wallstreet, FTSE s/hi/t
Like some bookie ting he raised prices
whenever he was feelin it
But now he was on the warpath, revenge thing he was smellin it
the scars on his face showin, painin him
eerie faces hauntin him, tauntin him
So one day Fred chose his gat
which one
that one with fat caps
Grab that, arm that wheres the car at?
Read the sat-nav how far out
This was personal, murderous thoughts he was gonna face em all
molotov cocktail style he was gonna burn them all
A while later the deed was done
and freddie was racin through the badlands
carryin hate and blood on his hands
speedin car filled with four body bags
Freddie was done but the cops werent
Cos one pulled up with dark tinted spectacle
hand cuffed him and put him in leg menacles.
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QUESTION:
Are my lyrics any good?
Please take time to check these lyrics that I've come up with. Please be honest and tell me how I can improve and if there are any flaws etc
By the way, this is supposed to be rapped in slow mode. Thanks in advance.
Yo Listen
I sit in cell B feelin all f***** up, lucks up
In a pen killin time just waitin,
With full armed guards, lookin full on hatin
Other inmates waitin snaring batin
Got to move skoot start skatin, ma sh*t
cos wardens got lock on ma game on ma click
cos i got too slick and i slipped wen ma knife went flick
slit...
...On a prisoner,
Cops got called, a visit from the coroner
Ma flows too sick ma sh*t will murder ya
It'll pull you into rythm while you're burials gettin diggin,
Body chucked in then da mud starts fillin
Say hello to the dark hole you're gonna be livin in
Forever,
However,
This incident sent me to high security
Fu.*.ck it,
Whatever,
Its a war between me and the system, bring it
Whenever, you feel it cos when you meet the
killa
feel the mean when the powermove hits ya
Just like Ali and that Foreman fella
This time though the sparring will get you on the flooor quick
Then I'll proceed to cut you like that Saw 3 goooree shi/t
In no time you'll be begging for forgivness
then you'll be cravin for deaths blissness
Vividness, thats how clear i see my vision not hazy
like some northpole blizzard shi/t
Ruthless killa instinct risin, im feelin it
Murders, wars and battles, im breathin it
cos im an animal, and like all predators my damage wont be minimal
Critical
Formidable, thats how it is, take my warning its credible
or the endin wont be amendable
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QUESTION:
Feedback on my Rap lyrics please?
Hey guys
Need a bit of help. Over the past week i've started writing rap lyrics and so far i've written four. I need feedback on them, whether they're any good?, bad points? good points? ect
My lyrics are pretty violent but around the area i live in most of the situations conveyed do take place. I see no point in rapping about what todays rappers talk of e.g. money, hoes and bitc//hes if you know what I mean.
Please give an honest opinion. Thanks in advance.
1.
______________________________________…
It’s 12.04, and I’m sitting in a room
Livin
Lyin
Sky-high flyin
Makin mad rhyming
When I hear a slow click…and **** (pause)
I swear this crib was dereclict
Oh well, I sit
Do a quick push-up
Pull da gun up,
Load-ed it
Nd started creepin
Started movin slowly - tiptoe
ima a dark mover,
dark operator,
Blacked out ‘nterrogator
Alien v Predator
Heads in sight,
I pulled da gun up
Work the angles,
Please dnt **** up
One slick move, I work out equations
3 K SQUARED PLUS 3 K X
Was I an assassin ill b getting ma pay cheque
Cos ma
Guns locked on
Nd the shot is on
Who-is-this *****
Movin, snoopin, lookin
If he dnt move,
I swear ima shoot him cos
Im skilled im a killer
Like da ***** in the movie shooter
Im all tensed up
All tensed up
R ****** ****** dat I recognize
Cos otherwise
These ***** dat I pitimize
Will recognize
Surprise
In the form of slugs causin their dee-mise
I shout, I holla
Asdvise, tell em not to play explorer
Be wise or feds start askin why,
As somebody dies
Nd family cries
As the priest reads ur last rites
He moves
Time to make my move too
I take a step bck, pull bck the gun in my hand
Like a javalin man
Metal flies thru ur side
As cops pull up
Dead-look eyes
As back up pulls up
Take deep breaths as ma luck **** up
I kno, im goin inside
For a long time,
So I keep in mind,
Not 2 bend down
And expose ma behind
Gotta fly gotta fly
Ima bout to testify
See ya next time
________________________________
2.
__________________________________
Yo Listen
I sit in cell B feelin all f***** up, lucks up
In a pen killin time just waitin,
With full armed guards, lookin full on hatin
Other inmates waitin snaring batin
Got to move skoot start skatin, ma sh*t
cos wardens got lock on ma game on ma click
cos i got too slick and i slipped wen ma knife went flick
slit...
...On a prisoner,
Cops got called, a visit from the coroner
Ma flows too sick ma sh*t will murder ya
It'll pull you into rythm while you're burials gettin diggin,
Body chucked in then da mud starts fillin
Say hello to the dark hole you're gonna be livin in
Forever,
However,
This incident sent me to high security
Fu.*.ck it,
Whatever,
Its a war between me and the system, bring it
Whenever, you feel it cos when you meet the
killa
feel the mean when the powermove hits ya
Just like Ali and that Foreman fella
This time though the sparring will get you on the flooor quick
Then I'll proceed to cut you like that Saw 3 goooree shi/t
In no time you'll be begging for forgivness
then you'll be cravin for deaths blissness
Vividness, thats how clear i see my vision not hazy
like some northpole blizzard shi/t
Ruthless killa instinct risin, im feelin it
Murders, wars and battles, im breathin it
cos im an animal, and like all predators my damage wont be minimal
Critical
Formidable, thats how it is, take my warning its credible
or the endin wont be amendable
______________________________________…
3.
______________________________________…
I hate this freedom bullsh/t,
life too tight, im feelin it
sealin me in sqeazin it
But fu/c/k it I dont care cos im movin it -
in crates, packs, this game i aint losin it
one step ahead of federals chasin air, my quick movements fuelin it
paper exchangin, transaction makin the heat its coolin it
But life is f/u/ck/ed the mad shi/t i get i give back harder
Sharp jab, left hook harder than diarrohea, like Ali, Tyson- the powerpunch counter,
Ni/gg/a can you match that?
will the punch sack punch back?
Doubt that
But check it
Ni/gga/s dont stick in but give in
when faced with adversity they grass before their asses get a killin
so weak almost sickenin, hear their heart loud quickenin
n/igg/a can you bust that
write that down- never ever trust
people that crumble faster than crust
its a rule, its a must or watch your game go rust
Now follow this - always make sure you move fast,
cruise glide
and roll with ni/gga/s ready to die by your side
remember this guide, when shi/t blows wide
Trust is key here, know who your friends are
or fall in a pri-son, keeled over being someone bendar
the words surendaar ringing in your ear all shook up with no-one to defend ya
f/uc/k it, its a setback
but can you comeback
thats the question,
now make your selection
Now ima tell you a tale bout a ni/gg/a named Fred,
a regular kid who didnt have cred,
one of those neeks meeks who looked to feds
who grew up in an estate full of raw hate,
lived through violence his hood bare bait
But one day, little Fred got robbed
phone got jacked, his ipod gone
Got slapped bad, but bangin didnt last long
No one saw, except a cop
but the pig was dealin, supplyin pot
now Fred was a smartkid
a dark kid
a stark kid
the s/hi/t he went through, he thought bout grassin
But the cop noticed and wasnt havin it
got to Fred and started slappin him
Threatening, makin him
No joke, pig was shaking him
burning eyes baking him
but lil fred was the comeback kid
he raised his fists and started jabbin him
raw pace power packed with it
Few years later Freddie was changed
suttin inside clicked and he was never the same
Cos Freddie was movin s/hi/t
stackin up profits like some wallstreet, FTSE s/hi/t
Like some bookie ting he raised prices
whenever he was feelin it
But now he was on the warpath, revenge thing he was smellin it
the scars on his face showin, painin him
eerie faces hauntin him, tauntin him
So one day Fred chose his gat
which one
that one with fat caps
Grab that, arm that wheres the car at?
Read the sat-nav how far out
This was personal, murderous thoughts he was gonna face em all
molotov cocktail style he was gonna burn them all
A while later the deed was done
and freddie was racin through the badlands
carryin hate and blood on his hands
speedin car filled with four body bags
Freddie was done but the cops werent
Cos one pulled up with dark tinted spectacle
hand cuffed him and put him in leg menacles.
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ANSWER:
weak punchlines, not many multis, you try too hard to sound tough. instead of just rappin about violence you could try other things. not just hoes and shit but maybe sometin positive. it duznt hav to sound like all the mainstream crap today.
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QUESTION:
lets celebrate Patti Smith --- she just keeps going...?
"Horses" lyrics written by Patti Smith
"Land of 1000 Dances" lyrics written by Chris Kenner
"La Mer (De)" lyrics written by Patti Smith
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land
(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea
(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key
(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.
(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee
(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame
(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat
(the spoon)
And let it deep in
(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire
I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died
(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)
(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land
looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers
(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first
(his vocal chords shot up)
(possibility)
(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate
(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter
In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song
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QUESTION:
Rate My Lyrics........?
an MC cannibal, Im Hannibal Lector
undamnable spector attacking from infinite vectors
off center, intersecting the train of thought'
im the slain of the gospel intercepting the brain of God
an insane apostle, ingrained with hostility
so lend my your ears when the pen unleash, you feeling me?
Swords drawn, Unsheathed for ruthless fighting
shark tooth knifing, sparking till it shoots this lightning
a plethoria of words, dirt foraged into lines
i scoarge with rhymes, horrid to the mind
the deaf and the blind step in time, mirrioring the flow
a force marched of scoarched hearts, shivering in snow
a mystic flipping like a poorly thrown discus
i double backtwist and stick it like a gymnist
simulate this, the constellations divation
from birth i controlled the universe like free masons
my methaphors pour forth and capture dimentions
infections spread faster then the rapture asention
denature conventions, torn shreads of sanity
damaging the fabric of reality untangibly
abstract intilectual manifestation of human thought
backtrack though conventional aperations that sin has wrought
a virtuoso, a progidy with anomolies
i flow on overload blowing over the strong and weak
unfurl with crop circles embeded in stone
carved by alien lasers spit through a microphone
i spew cyclones to drown out the screams of the pitiful
the knife thrown strikes home in the miniscule
ripping through tissue splitting physic vision
and my complex rethoric enters through the insicion
sent on a mission, to ensnare with sick sentences
extraterrestrial messages in crytpic penmenship
flowing like an explosion of diaphanous cloth
and float past the heavens, a blastphemous moth
ransack like holocaust purging like when the wraiths ran
burning ariable crop into acrid wastelands
face plant in the sacrosanct with blank expressions
abruptly corrupting the world with rank intentions
look fosafan, just because you don't understand half the words doesn't mean that it doesn't make sense
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QUESTION:
what song do these lyrics go to?
just know we are a spec in time
So follow your bliss and destroy your beauty.
I'll lock myself alone in a room.
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be.
I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rockstar.
I wanna die like God, on the cover of time.
Just a blink and it's gone.
So baby pour some fame in my glass.
So kill the forest, and destroy your beauty.
I'll lock myself alone in a room.
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be.
(Colors blind)
The eyes.
(Sounds deafen)
The ear.
(Flavors numb)
The taste.
(Thoughts weaken)
The mind.
I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife
So that I can see their pain.
I choose to be a serial killer
'Cause the victims don't get any fame.
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be.
Just know...
(I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon)
(I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rockstar.)
We are...
(With just a pen, a pill, and some paper)
(I wanna die like God, on the cover of time.)
A spec...
(And maybe I will write a sad song or another cliche poem -
(Just a blink and it's gone.)
In time...
- of the person that I long to be.)
(So baby pour some fame in my glass.)
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QUESTION:
Rate these lyrics from 1-10?
A Lexicon interface underneath his bed/
Mic set up in the closet but he keeps hitting his head/
Chicken wire pop filter with some nady head phones/
Paper and pen is all he needs to craft his own songs/
Now he's up at seven o'clock on the dot/
Grabs his pen and paper then makes it into something hot/
A firm believer in lyricism over beats/
So when he touch a mic its lyricism over beats/
His thoughts move freely so he cant even sleep/
He's too obsesed with hip hop so he cant even eat/
Plus above all that wants his family proud/
That all the years of fucking up can finnaly pay the bills now/
Bad grades yet they invested in him/
Their aint no other way shit hes destined to win/
Dad and mom both taught a small lesson to him/
Above all else stay true to you now go and begin/
Your life of rhyme, so like a knife he rhymes/
Cutting up tracks and wacks earning nickles and dimes/
ammunition in every fucking bar and line/
Thats why hes dedicated to the fullest yet far from signed/
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QUESTION:
What song are these lyrics to?
Its the end of days, the end of nights
Its the end for you, out with the lights
Too hard to see, its outta sight
Too hard to breathe, dont try to fight
Commitin seven sins, Heaven wont let me in,
Satan offered up a contract so I grabbed me a pen.
I signed on the dotted line an sealed it with my blood,
Now I get no love from God or from the angels above.
I crawl from out of the shadows with rage inside of me.
I let the anger flow and murder everything I see.
Theres nowhere to run I can smell your soul,
Nowhere to hide from me, Im the one in control.
I was blessed by the demons to strike fear into hearts.
I can hear their voices screamin as Im rippin you apart.
It gets messy so I wipe my hands on my shirt,
Ive eased you of all yer pain,yer torment, an yer hurt.
Come with me an follow the path Ive chose to live,
I offer you eternal damnation, this is my gift.
Take it in and soon you all will see whats within me.
This is the insanity of a psychopath known as Bludie.
Its the end of days, the end of nights
Its the end for you, out with the lights
Too hard to see, its outta sight
Too hard to breathe, dont try to fight
Its murder when I grab up a mic
Its murder when Im grabbin a knife
Its murder an Im takin ya life
Its gonna be a bloody, bloody mess by the end of tonight
I wreck ya neck with my switch blade salute.
Better check yer set before i pop off an shoot.
Better knock off ya talkin before ya teeth get loose.
Better hide ya neck, cuz bitch I got a noose.
Better stock up ya chalk, ya got homies to trace.
Better grab up a mop, still blood all over the place.
Im like an animal thats been caged, poked with a stick.
Im like a cannibal chewin ya face, man, Im fuckin sick.
I been blessed by a dark being,I been graced with powers.
I get stressed an I start seeing yer face devoured.
Sometimes I try to let the voices not get the best of me.
But they keep mentally molestin me,testin me an questioning,
My beliefs and if Im evil enuff to keep up their blessings.
Man, Im stressing, cuz I wanna quit comittin evil, but
Lifes lessons taught me that I should murder all the people.
So I creep and I crawl makin my way down yer hall,
movin silent like spider, makin no sound at all.
Come up on yer doorway, take me a peek inside.
Tip Toe to yer bed then Im takin yer life.
Its the end of days, the end of nights
Its the end for you, out with the lights
Too hard to see, its outta sight
Too hard to breathe, dont try to fight
Its murder when I grab up a mic
Its murder when Im grabbin a knife
Its murder an Im takin ya life
Its gonna be a bloody, bloody mess by the end of tonight
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ANSWER:
Hmm... I can only find those lyrics on this site:
http://my16bars.com/bar/6787/End-Of-Days-Done.html
My guess is, it's by whoever "bludie1" is.
I've never heard this song, so I don't know if it's on the radio. It could be.
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QUESTION:
Are there good lyrics for a song bout a life in the military with a past of crime and being lost?
He's told in the brief, he's going away
He's gotta break the news to the family today
He's so sad he falls asway, gets told come back another day
Feeling and emotions flood his mind
Been so kind for half of his life
Seen man gets shanked by a knife.
Those were days of a dark and gloomy life
Kept his face hidden and makes his mark.
He packs and tracks his next homeaway.
Has his last lager and kebab all alone
Next day he's ready to step
He hold his head to the phone
and says..... "Goodbye!"
Tears crash and mash the sand,
The plane makes it's final land,
Not sure if he's coming back to see his mum again
Texts and emails but nothing yet
His world twisted and twirled smashed up and curled until nothing revolves,
this pen and paper is all he needs to feed a the hungry fucking greed before he bleeds
That when his voice to disapear and dissolve into a hex of fire before dying before in a lonely destoryed den.
I just wanna put a point across bout what's happening in the street and with some of the soldiers.
thanks Vee
) means a lot
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ANSWER:
Dude, this is the best lyrics I've seen in a month. It's so true, every line is defined. Like I know what you are talking about. My boyfriend's in the army... This song/poem is amazing. :'( I don't know much songs like this, but here's a few:
Just a dream - Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood I forgot.
One By Metallica
When you're gone by Avril Lavigne
I'm so sorry.
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QUESTION:
What do you think of these lyrics?
I guess it could also be a poem, but here it is:
As we started out, I wish we could stay forever,
but you and me went our seperate ways,
feelings change,
every moment more strange,
the awkward silence wrapped around our conversation.
And I could tell you all the things I was thinking,
but you wouldn't understand.
And I could tell you I was in love,
but would you still hold my hand?
Untrusting, with my pen in hand,
I wrote a note to my beloved.
I had to let you go,
although I wanted you so,
but reality had to sink in.
It was better this way.
No more guilt, or pain from unrecquited love,
for I travel with a knife,
and will go to the above.
Unless this is your wish,
I will be finished with your last kiss,
and as I bid you goodbye,
you should know how I really felt.
So I'll leave you with this note,
As I travel to a distant place.
Never to know what could have been,
If I only stayed.
Again, not going to kil myself, don't have these feelings, just venting. PLEASE do not tell me I need help. k thx.
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QUESTION:
who won this hip-hop battle?
me and someone had a rap battle over the net, tell us who won and why. best answer goes to the most detailed response. here are the lyrics [random order]:
person one:
Bitches be made 'cause I spit quality they can't comprehend.
Shít's going ova your heads.
Just stop talkin' kids, accept me as God.
When I'm finished making jocks twitch I innovate and drop shít
This kid'll make your jaw drop quicker than my cóçk did
I disintegrate a block with the lyrics that'll knock snitch
Out... like little Purple in the middle of a cops ring
Dude, you ƒuçks with this - why? Better fix it and get lost
Your bítch'll suck my díck twice like giving Richard a headjob~
When I rap and spit my verses, I stand and perform it
You getting laughed at cuz you worthless - stand-up performance!
Tell Omeg on an honest tip, you suck and you gotta quit
But my words go 'right over his head' like a comic strip
Your mind must be pre-school, your lines got me wonderin'
Since you ain't understanding my bars.. you must be standing under 'em.
Flip on this? Never, you suck too much díçk to be better
You only 'come across as a dude' when you MIXIN YOUR GENDER!
You can't spit with the sickest contender, my scripts morph into beasts
Torture the beat and slit other members like your díçks in a blender
I rip apart any who enter, and kick it hard as a menhir
You'd have to SUFFA a lot.. 'fore you could spit it with PRESSURE
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person 2:
You can’t compete with this verbal terrorist
But this stupid motherƒuçker just couldn’t resist
So imma murder this cat just because I can
Gonna lynch his àss like I’m the KuKluxKlan
You claim to be the champion of the tortured and sick
But the fortress of my mind won’t let your bullshít stick
You claim to torture me, yet I feel no pain
I scar your skin, leaving disgusting stains
This wack motherƒuçker ‘bout to get crushed
Your pathetic skill only rivalled by your sadistic lust
It’s cute how you fanaticise metal deficiencies
Just like you romanticise your anti-social tendencies
Your only spittin’ on my díçk, I ice your shìt, get back in your cage
Your egotistical shìt can’t save you, nor can your tedious rage
Blood drippin’ from my diary as I grab for my pen
‘Cause I knifed your veins, leaving a leak in my den
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QUESTION:
Have I got the potential to be a talented Rapper?
I've started rapping/Mcing in front of my mates and many have told me how i've got a talent for lyrics.
Below is a rap I've written. Please rate and explain why and whether I can make it in Rap based on what I've written. I'm trying to go for story telling style much like Taper and Biggie Smalls and I'm trying to represent the real rap not Lil Wayne and Co's constant chatter about cars, and girls. It's just a sample please give a reasoned review not just one word answers. Thanks in advance
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I sit in Cell C feeling the gravity of the situation,
And caged in by the cash i was making,
Its all f**ucked up, with ma lucks up,
Analysing how things messed up,
Cos it was just yesterday,
I was gliding through the highway,
Fast switching lanes, sliding, making gains on the pri**ck names Farell Cain,
I was fighting pain, in danger of going insane,
With ma boy J sat next to me,
Atmosphere charged, tension killing me,
Both hands gripped the wheel, filling him with hate
while he sat straight
Mac in hand, poised like a snake,
But fast forward ahead of fate, and im sitting in a Pen(Jail) bored just waiting,
Waiting for a lawyer
To escort me through the foyer
Past the guards I never rated,
Looking full on hating,
Through the ballied up inmates waitin,
Snaring, baitin mostly envious of the dough I was bakin, plus the clicks I was shaking,
I heard runours in high places,
Where friends where lyin carryin maces,
So powerful havin nigg**s tie their laces
I even heard jealousy breeding, lunacy spreadin like wildfire - its the enemy smoke I'm smelling
That is why I got to move smoothly or nigga**s will start snitching and the .45 trigger they'll hit it.
On top of my problEMS,
Warden,s got a lock on ma game cos bck thEN
I got too slick and I slipped when ma knife when flick,
Slit on a prisoner
Cops got called the coroners a visitor
Ma flows to sharp my lyrics will murder ya,
It'll pull you into rythm while yo
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QUESTION:
Am I good at rapping?
It cuts off cos of word count but.
Below is a rap I've written. Ignore the story its not true i just want to know whether im good lyrically
Thanks in advance
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I sit in Cell C feeling the gravity of
the situation,
And caged in by the cash i was
making,
Its all f**ucked up, with ma lucks up,
Analysing how things messed up,
Cos it was just yesterday,
I was gliding through the highway,
Fast switching lanes, sliding, making
gains on the pri**ck names Farell
Cain,
I was fighting pain, in danger of
going insane,
With ma boy J sat next to me,
Atmosphere charged, tension killing
me,
Both hands gripped the wheel, filling
him with hate
while he sat straight
Mac in hand, poised like a snake,
But fast forward ahead of fate, and
im sitting in a Pen(Jail) bored just
waiting,
Waiting for a lawyer
To escort me through the foyer
Past the guards I never rated,
Looking full on hating,
Through the ballied up inmates
waitin,
Snaring, baitin mostly envious of the
dough I was bakin, plus the clicks I
was shaking,
I heard runours in high places,
Where friends where lyin carryin
maces,
So powerful havin ******s tie their
laces
I even heard jealousy breeding,
lunacy spreadin like wildfire - its the
enemy smoke I'm smelling
That is why I got to move smoothly
or *******s will start snitching and
the .45 trigger they'll hit it.
On top of my problEMS,
Warden,s got a lock on ma game cos
bck thEN
I got too slick and I slipped when ma
knife when flick,
Slit on a prisoner
Cops got called the coroners a visitor
your flows too slow my lyrics will murder ya
It'll pull u into rythm while ur burial gettin diggin
Say hello to the dark hole ur gona be livin in
But lets pause and travel bck in time
Me a J we was doin fine
Hittin Js M-P-H we was doin fine
Right behind cain whu jumped to the second line
We stayed tight upped the gear felt the clutch bite
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QUESTION:
Rate my rap freestyle - How good is it?
Please take time to check these lyrics that I've come up with. Please be honest and tell me how I can improve and if there are any flaws etc Thanks in advance.
Yo Listen
I sit in cell B feelin all f***** up, lucks up
In a pen killin time just waitin,
With full armed guards, lookin full on hatin
Other inmates waitin snaring batin
Got to move skoot start skatin, ma sh*t
cos wardens got lock on ma game on ma click
cos i got too slick and i slipped wen ma knife went flick
slit...
...On a prisoner,
Cops got called, a visit from the coroner
Ma flows too sick ma sh*t will murder ya
It'll pull you into rythm while you're burials gettin diggin,
Body chucked in then da mud starts fillin
Say hello to the dark hole you're gonna be livin in
Forever,
However,
This incident sent me to high security
Fu.*.ck it,
Whatever,
Its a war between me and the system, bring it
Whenever, you feel it cos when you meet the
killa
feel the mean when the powermove hits ya
Just like Ali and that Foreman fella
This time though the sparring will get you on the flooor quick
Then I'll proceed to cut you like that Saw 3 goooree shi/t
In no time you'll be begging for forgivness
then you'll be cravin for deaths blissness
Vividness, thats how clear i see my vision not hazy
like some northpole blizzard shi/t
Ruthless killa instinct risin, im feelin it
Murders, wars and battles, im breathin it
cos im an animal, and like all predators my damage wont be minimal
Critical
Formidable, thats how it is, take my warning its credible
or the endin wont be amendable
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QUESTION:
How good is this first time Rap?
Please take time to check these lyrics that I've come up with. Please be honest and tell me how I can improve and if there are any flaws, do you think i should carry on etc Thanks in advance.
Yo Listen
I sit in cell B feelin all f***** up, lucks up
In a pen killin time just waitin,
With full armed guards, lookin full on hatin
Other inmates waitin snaring batin
Got to move skoot start skatin, ma sh*t
cos wardens got lock on ma game on ma click
cos i got too slick and i slipped wen ma knife went flick
slit...
...On a prisoner,
Cops got called, a visit from the coroner
Ma flows too sick ma sh*t will murder ya
It'll pull you into rythm while you're burials gettin diggin,
Body chucked in then da mud starts fillin
Say hello to the dark hole you're gonna be livin in
Forever,
However,
This incident sent me to high security
Fu.*.ck it,
Whatever,
Its a war between me and the system, bring it
Whenever, you feel it cos when you meet the
killa
feel the mean when the powermove hits ya
Just like Ali and that Foreman fella
This time though the sparring will get you on the flooor quick
Then I'll proceed to cut you like that Saw 3 goooree shi/t
In no time you'll be begging for forgivness
then you'll be cravin for deaths blissness
Vividness, thats how clear i see my vision not hazy
like some northpole blizzard shi/t
Ruthless killa instinct risin, im feelin it
Murders, wars and battles, im breathin it
cos im an animal, and like all predators my damage wont be minimal
Critical
Formidable, thats how it is, take my warning its credible
or the endin wont be amendable
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QUESTION:
Are my lyrics any good?
Please take time to check these lyrics that I've come up with. Please be honest and tell me how I can improve and if there are any flaws etc
By the way, this is supposed to be rapped in slow mode. Thanks in advance.
Yo Listen
I sit in cell B feelin all f***** up, lucks up
In a pen killin time just waitin,
With full armed guards, lookin full on hatin
Other inmates waitin snaring batin
Got to move skoot start skatin, ma sh*t
cos wardens got lock on ma game on ma click
cos i got too slick and i slipped wen ma knife went flick
slit...
...On a prisoner,
Cops got called, a visit from the coroner
Ma flows too sick ma sh*t will murder ya
It'll pull you into rythm while you're burials gettin diggin,
Body chucked in then da mud starts fillin
Say hello to the dark hole you're gonna be livin in
Forever,
However,
This incident sent me to high security
Fu.*.ck it,
Whatever,
Its a war between me and the system, bring it
Whenever, you feel it cos when you meet the
killa
feel the mean when the powermove hits ya
Just like Ali and that Foreman fella
This time though the sparring will get you on the flooor quick
Then I'll proceed to cut you like that Saw 3 goooree shi/t
In no time you'll be begging for forgivness
then you'll be cravin for deaths blissness
Vividness, thats how clear i see my vision not hazy
like some northpole blizzard shi/t
Ruthless killa instinct risin, im feelin it
Murders, wars and battles, im breathin it
cos im an animal, and like all predators my damage wont be minimal
Critical
Formidable, thats how it is, take my warning its credible
or the endin wont be amendable
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QUESTION:
Have I got the potential to be a talented Rapper?
I've started rapping/Mcing in front
of my mates and many have told me
how i've got a talent for lyrics.
Below is a rap I've written. Please
rate and explain why and whether I
can make it in Rap based on what
I've written. I'm trying to go for
story telling style much like Taper
and Biggie Smalls and I'm trying to
represent the real rap not Lil Wayne
and Co's constant chatter about cars,
and girls. It's just a sample but I'd have added more but theirs a word limot on here so it cuts short but please
give a reasoned review not just one
word answers. Thanks in advance
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I sit in Cell C feeling the gravity of
the situation,
And caged in by the cash i was
making,
Its all f**ucked up, with ma lucks up,
Analysing how things messed up,
Cos it was just yesterday,
I was gliding through the highway,
Fast switching lanes, sliding, making
gains on the pri**ck names Farell
Cain,
I was fighting pain, in danger of
going insane,
With ma boy J sat next to me,
Atmosphere charged, tension killing
me,
Both hands gripped the wheel, filling
him with hate
while he sat straight
Mac in hand, poised like a snake,
But fast forward ahead of fate, and
im sitting in a Pen(Jail) bored just
waiting,
Waiting for a lawyer
To escort me through the foyer
Past the guards I never rated,
Looking full on hating,
Through the ballied up inmates
waitin,
Snaring, baitin mostly envious of the
dough I was bakin, plus the clicks I
was shaking,
I heard runours in high places,
Where friends where lyin carryin
maces,
So powerful havin ******s tie their
laces
I even heard jealousy breeding,
lunacy spreadin like wildfire - its the
enemy smoke I'm smelling
That is why I got to move smoothly
or *******s will start snitching and
the .45 trigger they'll hit it.
On top of my problEMS,
Warden,s got a lock on ma game cos
bck thEN
I got too slick and I slipped when ma
knife when flick,
Slit on a prisoner
Cops got called the