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Poetry and Lryic Thread

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by mufasa, Jun 15, 2004.

  1. mufasa

    mufasa New Jack

    Joined: Jun 8, 2004 Messages: 43 Likes Received: 0
    Just thought I try a attempt to start a thread about other people's lryics and poems. I have a few that I wrote so I will type up some.

    "Toy Box"

    A toy factory of our own each imagination.
    Where all parts of human robots creates spaces of fascination.
    A trip to a world where indiviuailty is free.
    Each plastic parts, metal of all sorts, little toy robots all out to be....
    creative, knowledgable and yet musically intelligent.
    In their own toy box, nuttin seems to be irrevalant.
    Plans to be played, times to be heard, let me flip these poetry rhymes into a new found verb.
    This is how these little toys feel when you neglect and reject to play with them.
    Alone lonely in their little huge world of a toy box, no one to show or reflect with them.
    Hoping one day to catch on to a little boy's heart and fall deepless into a world that will never tear apart.
    Music, sounds, as they be played, These toy robots have their own way to be heard.
    They sing and write, even a little dance and fight,
    In our own little dreams, that is the remedy for us to be cured.

    -Mufasa
     
  2. mufasa

    mufasa New Jack

    Joined: Jun 8, 2004 Messages: 43 Likes Received: 0
    Another...

    "ERIKA"

    One cup to cup eight.
    Eight to cup to sweet cupcake.
    My princess, she forever so sweet to taste.
    Take our hearts together and forever we be paste.
    But let me skip the mutual argreement.
    Me taking to be heartless needed to find love for the treament.
    Light skin tan kitten eye lady.
    Sugar coated plum Lip Lucious eye glazing.
    Now what in the world do I know about love?
    Immaturity was still in my level yet while this princess reign high above.
    We are just not talking about any beauty type a girl.
    Im discussing the physics facts that I couldn't possibly afford cause she was the shinning pearl.
     
  3. dANce'N'grAf

    dANce'N'grAf Guest

    oh shit maybe ill drop some verses in here later......ill write something new for this
    i have a book i carry in my back pocket n write shit down that pops in my head which hapens alot.....shit just flows its wierd
     
  4. High Priest

    High Priest Elite Member

    Joined: Jan 1, 2002 Messages: 4,928 Likes Received: 3
    I write poetry on walls.
     
  5. MANIK DEK

    MANIK DEK Member

    Joined: Aug 14, 2003 Messages: 351 Likes Received: 0

    is this one about todays youth.it hit straight to the heart man:(
     
  6. 8onus

    8onus Banned

    Joined: Apr 18, 2004 Messages: 1,052 Likes Received: 1
    i helped write this one:
    dude i'm producing for is gonna drop this one tomarrow, he's already library of congressed this one so bite it and get sued.

    backround info: he's 31 been rappin for 14 years, was signed and divorced from def jam. independent now, his album drops in july. this is the last song theres no hooks.

    "outro"

    build up:
    nigga, this city still cries
    over, american lives, american lies
    america ties, me, to the cross
    time after time, for, rhyme after rhyme
    without fear, 14 years later and i'm still here.

    beat hits:
    Fuck the police comin straight from the underground
    fuck the industry nigga made it with my own sound
    from takin down, clown by clown,
    using round after round, taking crown by crown
    cause they cant hold me down. the sound.

    i listened to it, pulled through it.
    from hard times to happiness i fought through it all.
    just to stand tall, and gaze from the stage through the light rays, nigga i won't lie to ya i aint always make the right plays.

    from, drug addictions to thugs and linens
    hugs from womens, its how im livin,
    you could never fill the shoes that i've been in.
    but im still in, still breathin, still seein these dollar signs cloudin my vision, but i still see through the lines that past rappers hid in, tryin to fit in.
    fuck that,
    thats reason rap aint bumpin, just a shit load of songs about nothin,cept money and humpin.
    i blame the airwaves, radio plays decays what blacks really wanna say, trying to feed 4 mouths every mother fuckin day, minimum wage, minimum pay, the minimum race the police chase,
    us, bust us, the judge wont trust us and DA wanna waste us, the whole system fucked up.

    cept few who walk from an araignment, incarcerated containment,like OJ, but its OK cause they was entertainment.
    i've seen the young ones lost in the ubran landscape get hand baked shaked and lost forever to this pavment.

    so i lay in the sac i look back.
    we chose diffrent paths but the same crafts
    writin paragraphs of raps, no emotion held back,
    and if you listend to the past 9 tacks...
    you'd here the paralax, this is where it ends at.

    (beat rides out)

    if you heard the beat you'd know why it was written this way, might link a snipit later.
     
  7. StarzAbove

    StarzAbove Veteran Member

    Joined: Jul 15, 2003 Messages: 7,133 Likes Received: 6
    Thought about plublishing?
     
  8. cloner

    cloner Senior Member

    Joined: Mar 29, 2004 Messages: 1,717 Likes Received: 0
    i wrote a lot of poetry, but i fear you guys will just laugh at my fragile emotional state :
     
  9. mufasa

    mufasa New Jack

    Joined: Jun 8, 2004 Messages: 43 Likes Received: 0
    MANIK DEK , Yes that was about today's youth but also from seeing it in a child's view, im not done with the poem/song but will be. I decided to write it after I have produced a sound or two for it. It is so awesome.

    Bonus, That is some deep deep lyrics. Def Jam huh? Does he have more to read?

    Cloner, please share. I liek reading of all sorts of poetry and rhymes.

    I started out as a producer. I use this cheap program tho called ACID 4.0. But does well with me also leaving me with a style to mix with. If anyone down the line would like a copy of cd of sounds, let me know.

    Im see if I can type up some more rhymes latterz.
     
  10. mufasa

    mufasa New Jack

    Joined: Jun 8, 2004 Messages: 43 Likes Received: 0
    "random writing in book"

    Watch the Scissor hands clip border,
    Jump from one line to another to rearrange them in one order.
    What the heck did he say? I think he just spitting just to spit it?!
    It's really just the reality and the way I choose to live it.
    Otherwords, im just saying the way I feel.
    Unlike you other emcee's putting shit together in ryhmes that isn't even real.
    Guess that doesn't make you a real emcee.
    Though, you just a flour to a sourdough as this cookie stays sugar to a sweet truly.
    Sorry if I come off rudely.......


    -Mufasa
     
  11. awarePTA

    awarePTA Junior Member

    Joined: Mar 16, 2004 Messages: 179 Likes Received: 0
    heres some big l lyrics
    Aiiyyo, some people was born in heaven
    with a silver spoon in they mouth
    and had everything handed to them on a silver platter
    and never had to work hard for nothing
    (Pause)
    Then there are some people that was born in the opposite world
    of those that was born in heaven, which is called hell
    and had to work hard for everything they got
    and never had nothing handed to them... and never will

    [1st Verse]
    I'm only at the age of 10
    And life already seems to me like it's heading for a dead end
    Cause my moms be smoking mad crack
    My dad went out for a fast snack, and never brought his ass back
    Nobody knows how I feel, it's quite ill
    Cause I had to steal to fill my stomach with a nice meal
    Too ashamed to walk the streets
    Wearing the same cheap sneaks and dirty outfits for weeks
    Even my holidays got damaged
    Cause on Christmas I asked Santa for a father and a hot sandwich
    I just can't take it (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'

    [Chorus]
    It seems like my life's been cursed
    Ever since I was a child, and how will I make it?
    I won't, that's how
    I walk around with a frown; I got no reason to smile
    And how will I make it?
    I won't, that's how
    Aiiyyo times was rough, I had to grow up foul
    And how will I make it?
    I won't, that's how
    I always knew that I'd end up doing time on the Isle
    And how will I make it?
    I won't, that's how

    [2nd Verse]
    Five years passed by, now I'm at the age of 15
    No more fun and games, it's time to get cream (word up)
    Cause I'm about to burst, it's like my life was cursed
    I went to church, prayed everyday
    And it still got worse
    Soon I ran into a couple of guns
    Started stalking the streets, slate robbing suckers for funds (give it up, give it up)
    Now everyday I creep with the heat
    Ain't nothing sweet, I rob for meat
    If I don't steal I don't eat
    Then I lost control and started going too far
    Robbed this brother named Umar
    Then got snatched by the blue car
    Where I grew up it was a living hell
    Then I started to realize – I'm better off in a prison cell
    Now I can sleep, now I can eat
    Can't hit skins, but I wasn't hitting skins when I was in the street
    Aiiyyo I just can't take it
    And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'

    [Chorus]

    [3rd Verse]
    Doing time was full of stress G, all the
    Fighting's and stabbings and men finding men sexy
    One tried to test me didn't find it humorous
    Beat him with a pillowcase filled with cans of tuna fish
    My time came to a cease; I'm back on the streets again
    I hope I don't get snatched by the beast again
    But it's getting crazy hectic
    Cause I'm broke, get up naked
    And can't get a job cause of my jail record
    Before you know it, I was robbing them same ducks
    I even started robbing homeless folks for they change cups
    My whole life was deserted
    Either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered, but do I deserve it?
    All I tried to do was live the one life that I got
    But it seems like I can't get a fair shot (word up)
    I just can't take it (uh-huh)
    And every day I ask myself, 'how will I make it?'

    [Chorus]

    [Big L]
    Word up man, it's real rough out here man
    In the ghetto, all you can wish for is a better tomorrow
    It ain't getting no better, it's only getting worse, word up...
     
  12. awarePTA

    awarePTA Junior Member

    Joined: Mar 16, 2004 Messages: 179 Likes Received: 0
    and heres some of my own magic.its called concrete zoo.
    -on any given night a man might have to fight
    maybe against one maybe even 2
    doesnt matter when the chaos ensues
    but on this current evening it was the case
    my lesuirly pace turned into a chase
    back to my house to devise my first phase
    of assault
    as i approached the cust that tried
    to bust earlier,i retrieved a phillips
    head outta my backpack that guaranteed
    to make him feel pain from his head to
    his nutsack The first insertion was executed
    directly between the 4th and 5th vertibrae
    leaving him in a ball on the ground looking gay
    the second faggot was trying to spit game
    to an obviously uninthoused dame
    while i calmly walked up to
    his face and said "your a fucking disgrace"
    and continued to give him a massive contusion
    leaving the girl in a state of mass confusion
    while enroute to the last victims home
    i stopped by his woman's to get some dome
    her not knowing her last callwas to be in vain
    for she was the next to be slain
    using a partially serrated object
    i made a punture to her neck
    ending her life as a slut
    with only one deep cut
    i approached the lasts house with
    the intention to kill as silent as a mouse
    i entered through the sliding glass door
    as he was fucking some whore
    threw out a flashbang to disturb the peace
    and commenced making his torso into mince meat.
     
  13. mufasa

    mufasa New Jack

    Joined: Jun 8, 2004 Messages: 43 Likes Received: 0
    Gotta necro ill bill to them last lyrics.
     
  14. mufasa

    mufasa New Jack

    Joined: Jun 8, 2004 Messages: 43 Likes Received: 0
    "unknow verses"

    Watch me flip nickels into dimes....
    and flip words on paper into ryhmes.
    Staying poetry keeps me alert and jive.
    Not so hard on the streets but still the heart fights to stay alive.
    I keep myself standing to see the world below.
    Musically higher above...
    You can't touch a butterfly with a pigeon yet to be formed as a dove.


    So please, I spit rythms to melody sounds just so I can hear a decent beat.
    You be a playa and I be game for a console cartridge that is never seeing defeat.
    So listen when I say no su casa mi casa,
    Not the king but the reign Prince of this shit, I be the Mufasa.

    -Mufasa
     
  15. 8onus

    8onus Banned

    Joined: Apr 18, 2004 Messages: 1,052 Likes Received: 1
    yeah, he's the best MC i've ever worked with.

    i actually wrote a lot of this one.

    its about a young girl who gets pregnat, hooked on crack, is abused by her boyfriend, cant feed her baby,
    ends up killing her boyfriend and later killing her self. age:13

    "one of these nights"
    written by Beware! and Nick Senator
    produced by Nick Senator for Unlimited Groove Records
    copyright 2004 Unlimitied Groove
    copyright 2004 Nick Senator
    copyright 2004 Beware!
    copyright 2004 The DC Audio Cartel
    all rights reserved
    sampled from the song "one of these nights" by The Eagles
    copyright 1976 Asylum/Elektra/Nonesuch Records
    Warner Communications inc.
    vocal samples from the song "mamma" by Tupac Shakur
    copywrite 2002 Death Row records

    once upon a young dame at a young age
    raised
    upon the concrete cascade
    where
    so many young ones choose to fade
    where two of her brothers forever laid
    she was trying to turn a new page

    life in the fast lane lookin for a new way
    but it was too late, one on the way
    moma said no way bills to pay
    hubby was high in the game, high on yay

    but thats why she dug him in the first place
    ballin like mase, lace, hot like hot cakes
    all the money he makes, all the rules he breaks
    true gangsta, even left marks on her face

    hard to replace

    especially when you know
    the only place to go
    is hell or back home
    but when home is hell
    just a little more cold
    being strong and bold gets old and sold for sacks of sorrow.

    chorus:
    "one of these nights
    one of these crazy old nights
    we're gonna find out pretty mamma
    what turns you on at night"

    the streets claimed many but said NOT ME
    im'a make past twenty three,
    degree, SUV, Camary
    house in the suburb-a-ry

    the esteem of a young teen with young dream
    dumb is about as dumb as dumb can seem
    she was a "black queen" but "crack feind"
    hoein for cream like too many others i seen

    her moms was on it too
    drunk off brew
    never had a clue
    thinkin these are hard times but we'll pull through
    father was a dude who she never knew

    we were all too emotional
    on parole
    pushin buttons like remote control
    without control
    we were pushin the envelope seein how far we could go

    chorus:
    "one of these nights
    one of these crazy old nights
    we're gonna find out pretty mamma
    what turns you on at night"

    she walked in the pad
    hubbys mad
    high like arab
    broke her wrist on the door, head on the floor
    reached for the drawer
    pulled out the slab
    thats how hubby got stabbed

    police got the call
    she said it wasn't my fault
    they wasn't hearin it they put her in the car.
    this about the time when hard times get more hard
    the baby saw it all

    i heard her testimony
    bout how she killed her baby's daddy
    gladly
    id say
    the DA
    sadly
    aint give her a fair case
    stood in the court saw the look on her face
    prepubescant young black beauty without a trace of grace

    orange threads could never suit this queen
    as it it may seem
    couldn't fit the system or the scene
    freedom for her came in the form of gasoline
    Rest in peace my young black queen may you forever dream

    chorus X4:
    "one of these nights
    one of these crazy old nights
    we're gonna find out pretty mamma
    what turns you on at night"
     
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