modern day rhyme book.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaRWm8o2BTw i in know way claim any right to this beat ^ I roam the darkest allies rocking nautica gear keep rusted keys to the gates of euphoria near shadowy forms shout echos of my name so very clear ghostly voices lay claim to each individual ear wintry storms assault my windows pane still stand tall to face the lighting and razor (sharp) rain who will remain nothing more than a stain on the pictures frame and who will be the one to drain the name for personal gain batman versus bane venomous steroids in every pulsing vein ive seen many twitch and watched more strain yet i still train on the most treacherous terrain readin forgotten rotten sand scripts plottin till my last blood drop drips from the lips of this man made apocalypse swinging her hips workin for tips filmin pornographic clips on antique film strips atrocities created for tormented entities dictation of a lost generations societies without the aid of sobriety written vertically in calligraphy spanning the entirety of infinity eternally burning off energy internally livin in agony welcome to the origins of my insanity im currently takin up residency in lunacy next door neighbours recklessly take lucy cut with zyklon b intravenously im smoked out and groovy guess thats why they call me scooby doobie welcome to our community movie you’ve now been stripped of all immunity drown in a blood red sea of carnage and debri or pay the reapers fee to be free the price is your humanity and morality in exchange for mortality and sanity life free of calamity an abnormality

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ears reverbarate with the tick tock

working like your grandfather clock

hand on the glock

cock hard as rock no shock

ladies call me the alcoholic jock

enemys dont call at all just freeze

they know im the bezerk jerkn

so they down on their knees

as they say please

watching me burn their facilities

buried me over seas to avoid fatalities

left them having vengful fantasies

locked behind an under water waterfall

50 thousand fathom seas is where i trawl

on the sea beds i make them crawl

in shadows is where i lurk

killer with a twisted smirk

blade to your skin wittle it thin

teh feeling must be unsettling 

hover over your neck

cutting a line where i'll disect

artery veins im perferating

dont let any catch you hating

im not hiding the fact that im like bush

worse than satan im not sayin

im not playin

im not like carl sagen

mind set is not alright

in fact im showing you that tonight

the word murder is something you might like to highlight

heading to the juvinal hall to fly a kite

breaking my back and yours dropping jaws 

through a minimum of 8 floors

acting sane is nothing but one of my chores

nothing but one of my games

make myself just another link in the same plain chains

supporting your cause

scratch marks on your front doors

like those from claws on bear paws

ammo is ample

collect your free sample

swift through your ankle if you're trying to run

im quick to trample killing without any gun

myself is someone you shouldnt shun

my murdercount rank is number one

the homicidal freak

driving corpses to the creek in his jet black jeep

over wooden boards that dare to creak

trail of blood from where i made the skull leak

sorry mum and dad for turning out to be a creep

take consolidation that peots may one day call me deep in this nation

granted a sense of indegnation and humiliation

to those whos life suffered through termination

prepearing rotten teeth sharp like a machete out of its sheath

killing he or she sensibly leaving a reath

just pray for all involved

my soul i hope to keep

if im ever absolved after the flesh is desolved 

the mystery might finally be solved

your understanding of loss forever evolved

leaving your soul empty and tolled

holding my final hand i choose to fold

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i beg my anchor that you save

a tombstone above my grave

i beg for you to know

my name is what shall engrave

so it may be when tide is low

i may bask in bright moons glow

even from 50 fathoms down bellow

hear my last words echo.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVzgb_Sa7gk i in no way claim any rights to this beat.

i'm kinda mixed up and im kinda confused

i've spent my life thinking if you don't abuse you will lose

drowning in copious amounts of cheap booze

murderous rage keeping me inside of a cage

see them on the news giving away the clues

lifes a stage and none of the actors 

have the mindset of an old sage

turn the page and see the contributing factors

fossil fuels burnt and fueling tractors

corporations forever building nuclear reactors 

clawing to the top like they were velociraptors 

greed kills and captures

i admit that's why i did it all for kicks

learnt too much from watching gangster flicks

seen to many nice guys turn to dicks

over cash and chicks

smiles faded when their throat met the flicks

if a soul submits don't play mental tricks

that's all i ask as i drain the silver flask

scotch helps peel away this hideous mask

speaking words in the dark

i hope you aren't aiming to leave a permanent mark

i hope this is peace at last

in every last breath i feel the past

a pirate flag atop my mast

a murky shadow is what my soul shall cast

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsGCtUxxFqY i in no way claim any rights to this beat. open your gaze allow your mind to graze

transcend to the next phase and spit your best phrase

dont worry about them radio plays

just get lost in the song asif it were a maze

let it amaze and heal the craze

where your mind shows its frays

we can stay here for days all alone

but always together in our own zone

your words light like a feather

words could not even measure

the sheer pleasure

spending life within leisure 

my Frankensteins bride by my side

always ready to ride in my heart she will reside

sharp as a dart and beauty like a work of art

not to mention shes ever so smart

this girl could rip me apart

but id leave her where i found her in a shopping cart.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvwcsajTZM4&feature=relmfu i in no way claim any rights to this beat. he looks up at the sky the stars at night catch his eye, as they fly by,

he becomes inspired to try,

no longer lazy and wishing to die,

or fade away 

he wants to see the light of a brighter day,

the problem is that he doesnt know the way,

paranoid of being lead astray,

but its not going to stop him in his tracks, the joker in a deck full of spades and jacks

watching the population stab each others backs,

he knows lifes ultimate and unforgiving facts,

confidence and direction are all he lacks,

believing that his armor would inevitably show cracks,

without a handsome face or a pair of slacks,

how can he preach or verbally reach the packs,

of people stuck in the breach,

how can he manage to teach ,

himself and others,

to treat eachother like brothers,

he grew up hiding behind the covers,

avoiding the lonely truth that he suffers,

only wishing to connect,

to not always be the one to risk his neck,

down the road of solitude he chose to treck, as a means to deflect, course correct

all of the harsh words,

how can adverbs trap him,

when he uses them in his rapping,

the only thing that keeps him going ,

stops him from throwing ,

in the towel,

when these critics speak on him like simon cowl,

so cruel and unforgiving,

manipulating his will to do their biding,

so repulsed by the truth they were omitting horrible acts they were constantly committing hell is the only home for the that would be fitting for the good of the human race he found his place, eradicating their pace,

making the world forget another ugly face

forever now judging on an individual basis,

to avoid a crisis,

he developed devices in his irises,

growing naturally like iris'

he realises that he's still in his bed

the whole thing was just in his head,

keeping his imagination fed,

a single salty tear is shed before his words were re-read now forever seeing red sprawled out across the bedspread medics check the hole through his head *radio static* 11:45 subject is officially dead.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SWf7EXBRvw&feature=related i in no way claim any rights to this beat.  hang your head from the rafters,

names jeepers creepers and yes i did steal your peepers

may i add these are keepers,

going towards my collection,

my very first recollection of gore a induced erection,

was back when i should not mention,

a time where time had no meaning no inflection,

out side the parameters of convention,

perplexing indeed due in part to the manifestation of greed,

a physical need to surpase and supersead,

all those who would feed from my success,

stealing life like smoking sess or so the story goes,

you know the rest,

the case slams closed like hoes in street clothes ,

the wont use you to wipe their nose unless they know where your money goes,

jealousy surges and grows for those who cant match my lyrical blows,

sweet symphony of your woes and sorrows as i chop off your toes hang you from the gallows

makes my heart race as it follows the plot like the deathly hollows

but enough of the egocentric paranoia ,

not intending to bore ya ,

ill leave some entertainment in your foyer ,

for ya,

feelings of euphoria ,

as the story progress to get even gorier,

more twisted thoughts than fangoria,

sexually perverted like eva longoria

corner ya in the corridor use you as my whore,

call the coroner for more ,

rooms in which to store,

the body's of the loved ones you once did so adore,

managing to seductively implore,

me through your restraints as i tore,

through ligaments and tendons ,

inventions of a cruel mind,

with even crueler intentions outlined,

inception of deception that will inevitably bind and blind

bring me closer to finishing the collection in kind.

this rap only serves to remind that time is something you can not rewind,

so happiness is something you must find.

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jeckel and hyde,

reside deep inside,

hyde hides his hide

from the outside,

picking his moment to slide,

when his mood is amplified, his plan is applied, 

jeckel denied the possibility, of having split personality,

yet wondered why all his enemys suffered fatality,

mortally wounded flesh,

wraped up in barbedwire mesh,

dripping pearls of gore,

oh how both sides ultimalty adore,

broken smiles

like a rotting kid in a candy store.

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 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4YhXel0Ha8&feature=relmfu  in no way do i claim rights to this beat in anyway. little jimmy wanted all the worlds fine things,

from fast cars to diamond rings,

half naked girls , to being king

didnt have a care for the drama that this would bring

he could not sing he could not dance,

wasnt cassanova when it came to romance,

but when he wrote or spoke

man he put you in a trance,

transcripts read aloud,

everybody ploughed ,

to the front of the pack,

because he never spoke loud,

but then again he never spoke wack,

listen to the words and adverbs he used,

started just to keep himself amused,

now he has got himself all confused,

wont talk to shrinks or screws,

stressed because he refused to lose, now drowning in booze with no clues, 

thoughts swim togther,

in his head for months

feels like forever,

started smoking blunts,

afrunts to his brain,

shit was so casually driving him insane, 

he couldnt keep track of his mind the same,

delusions like attacks from dr crane,

and now he is lost once again,

in a world of a happy type pain,

couldnt match the picture in the frame,

who could he blame?

sadness came from being vein

bipolar by another name..

bipolar by another name.

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toxic pipe dreams,

like movie scenes,

are all i see,

ponder what that means,

the thoughts of feinds,

confinded and realesed,

atleast there they can feast,

like a ravinus beast,

unleashed,

banished from this mortal coil,

vanished all sense of toil,

sowing my seeds into the soil,

and wating for the water to boil,

while they smoke fumes from foil,

like cartoons in june they trail,

their bodies start to flail and fail,

they ether end up locked inside jail or,

relitives get the death notice in the snail mail,

in the mean time they remain hopless and pale,

as life falls like hail with no means to foucus,

beliving in magic like hocus pocus,

shits bogas,

just know this,

bliss isnt the only sensation,

that you should be chasing,

start facing your fears,

and the judgent from your peers as they speak in jeers,

my dears or look upon death as it leers,

the eternal darkness nears,

so enjoy your last beers ,

and remember to shed no tears for all of your lost years.

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 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fxra0zRO0o4&feature=related  in no way do i claim the rights to this beat. i show them a soft side,

thinking they can act diffrent and ill let it ride,

ill let it slide because my mind is fried

allowed me to confied,

the secreast that i chose hide,

then i come to find you have tried,

to play games with my head pryed me from my slumber,

to burry me dead after my confidance you have fed,

aiming only to encumber,

me further another scars number,

feeding your own insecuritys hunger

because i dropped the ball,

this time i will not hessitate at all,

rasing from my own down fall,

when prevocked i mall all creatuers great and small,

stand tall.. and say what i mean ,

even if that doesnt fit into your silver screen toxic pipe dream,

im not just some fake movie scene you can paint,

stripping back self esteem so you can taint

my essence your pressence

is unwanted now like pheasents

so dont try afixing any restraint,

or affixiation will be your fate untill i cannot hear a further complaint,

bearing my teeth until they faint,

was my defense 

always angry with out individual pretense,

i know it dont make sense,

but experiance prevents ,

us from taking down that fence

to this my actions are evidence,

its evident nobody around me is heaven sent,

and my physical form is worn torn not ment,

to be let out of confinement ,

we all judge on what we are judged ,

but somewhere along the line the qualifactions were smuged

giving hope to only those who refused to budge,

crawling through the human sludge,

finding sanctuiatuary in vices, payed for devices or athority taken without licence,

prices of being unknown word smith in his own zone ,

are getting high but then again so am i ,

even though i feel the urge to die consumed by my own vein eye,

why do i find it harder and harder to want to try,

when there are so many others worse off than i. 

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lets delve right in,

as i begin,

to paint this mental maindstate im in,

as a work of sin,

im putting all your rubbish lines in the bin,

i have been to hell and back,

and if your calling me wack watch how i attack,

like a dog ,

out of the fog,

attack he who runs in a jog,

leaving him stiff as a log,

i create a thick layer of smog over your area,

so noone will see when i bury ya,

nothing is scarier,

im a babrbarian horseman,

devorcing,

you head from your shoulders, 

causing more sound then a collision from boulders,

no ones heart is colder,

nobodys mind is older,

so put that shit in your folder,

as your wife i fold her,

and put a knife to her throat,

slicing the judglar untill we are standing in a moat,

of blood like a goat sacrafice,

she will survifice ,

to satisfy my vice,

who told you i was nice,

they gave you bad advice,

im the one defective grain of rice,

in the whole feild,

using any and all as a meat shield ,

untill the flesh has peeled,

back from the bones,

revealing they are the same like all the other clones,

who drone on and on,

like a marathon,

not seeing what is wrong,

with the place they are from,

and dragging their feet,

taking to long,

to meet their own destiny,

confess to me,

its a mystery,

it must be,

how else could you have dissed me,

and still missed me with everything you wrote,

i hope you choke on the rope,

with no way to cope stay,

as long as struggle for breath,

only delaying your now invitable death.

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my waking from the most vivid dream,

back to a world that may seem,

to be relity,

but is obscene,

causing mental fality,

escape is an exercice in fulality,

manually i bend this prison bars,

gathering laserations and scars,

all i want is to be free like a star,

instead of surrounded by these metal cages sinking deeper in the tar,

escape seeming so disstant and far,

trapped like my name was admiral akbar

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i have something that took me years to understand,

nobody truly ever has the upper hand,

every story no matter how well planned ,

will never land,

on the x no disrespects,

upload the specs knowing that life misdirects,

i thought you just played me ,

honestly that fucking scaved me,

untill anger saved me,

but it was scary so lonely and phony,

its weird to be on the other side,

i must confied within these pages,

i never thought id live to see these ages,

but it feels like im coming full circle ,

no oricle no purple,

rain i must refrain from saying her name,

again it rides and rithes in my head,

over and over untill im dead ,

on life experiance now i have evenly fed.

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how long until im eternally forgotten,

how many moves of the minute hand until the idea of me is rotten and i can no longer stand 

 better find my place my saving grace and just slot in,

 find my self asking what it is that i've really gotten, seems ive forgotten catch me in the morning  consumed by these thoughts and the scratching from my pen jottin occasionally yawning 

im finding it hard not to lay self pity marked and scarred by the curse of the broken city, occupied and governed by the so called witty committee  building a facility to home earths self destruct key 

communities full of junkies brain dead monkeys and high school flunkies    hands outstretched and beggin for money   i see em as buggs bunny thats a joke im dead broke from the green i smoke

now thats irony like jesus doing carpentry  it aint nothin funny to see on the daily in a modern society

that openly preaches equality but practices a counter measure to sobriety  so nobody is ever seeing clearly condones the lazy to watch tv and eat kfc then has the nerve to complain about obesity  considers the only gain is either monetary or property then tells us that the stress is just imaginary compared to the tooth fairy  where the top dogs paid the biggest salary runts thrown down the mine shaft to act as the "canary" finding so many of my things are grimy scary and gritty , in every earth bound city

will any path ever fit me and my personality or is life actually just a waiting room for fatality  and tragedy  a black comedy chorus ive done my best, 

and so many are left so unimpressed when did life become such a contest give it a rest, 

can you feel the physical pain inside my chest brought on by the shame burning hatred that will always remain. 

destroyed by the reality i see optically 

the reflections caught on a windows pane

i know deep down  im inadequate to the rest,

but hope screams that i just didnt want to see life as a conquest cant even contest the rules in this contest of fools,

that is my existence, veins strain tight like horse drawn carriage reigns on a rainy night to carry the required persistence through our bodies frames since the second i was born i was stressed, resistance left me broken and depressed

even though i know i started off second best,

leaving most thoughts repressed, some true thoughts i have just confessed, now im gonna sink into the couch and listen to jehst

and maybe now that ive gotten this off of my chest i can get some rest.

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the smallest things,

can bring the biggest grins,

with that in mind our story begins,,

as hope fadness and thins,

we see all things,

in a diffrent light,

life becomes simpliscit probelms trite,

only real question is there inpeding smite,

was my life a triumph or a lost fight

when the blood runs low,

and the trickel from the vein,

no longer like a busted water main,

starts to eventually slow.

i shall know .. where it is my soul to go,

infinity and beyond,

rejoining the cosmic flow

word is my bond.

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couldn't pass the stupid class,

couldnt complete a simple task,

didnt matter how many times that they would ask,

in high school they called you a fool,

half expecting flooding drool to pool,

at the corners of your mouth,

iq lower than in Americas south,

no doubt you became a loudmouth,

just to gain some respect yeah?

disruptive behaviour with a social flare,

an intense glare that was mistaken,

for a resentful stare,

your concentration had no chance of braking we can pretend,

for the sake of faking

that an aloof persona will help to mend,

feelings of abandonment turning to resentment like its a trend,

im in no way trying to offend,

an aggressive message is not what im trying to send,

but in my short time i have seen patterns emerge friend,

this life more dream like in the way in which it bends,

like when two opposites blend,

bringing a stereotype to its inevitable end,

but thats ok with me ,

not to fussed about reality really,

no such thing as seeing clearly,

when all that you hold close and think on so dearly,

will soon turn back to dust and vapourise like a ghost

returning back to the universes unseen host,

you can trust that it doesnt matter there what you have to boast,

dreaming has become a must second only to lust, and a need to bust.