H1N2, The New Pandemic

I already have a first Tumblr, but since I've gotten into writing bars and whatnot, I've decided to simply dedicate this to my songs, poems, raps, etc., and save the other one for my other needs. Link to the other Tumblr? Oh and I'll have a better picture up for this blog once I get to my camera. But yea. I write, and I'm starting to rap. Get on my level. Shoutout to O.H.M...the man who got me started. trapmyfreedom.tumblr.com

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Promotion time, first 10 to reblog will be promoted.

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-whenyoulearnhowtofly:

No likes, and you don’t have to be following me.

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No Hope

Everytime I demonstrate, I proceed to decimate,

Assassinate, then orchestrate the future of a thousand fates.

You say that you got beef? That's ok- I have the plate;

I'll play poker as I feast- that means that I'm raising stakes.

You are now an outcast in this world-it's you we alienate.

You fucked up when you showed me false love and now it's you I hate.

You are just a bug and as such I shall exterminate.

Life is a game of cards-I'm winning rounds of crazy eights.

The beat is the shit and on these lame niggas I will defecate.

If you didn't get the message then let me just articulate:

I'm gonna be among the best-this isn't something to debate.

You claim you grew a pair before I decided it's you I'll just castrate.

So now you can check it-oh, that's right, I got you mad mate.

My lines are growing on these suckas; that means that they germinate.

I'm on my own solar system; dope flows to me just gravitate

And I'm always high on my own supply- that means I levitate.

I will never hesitate to simply eradicate

All of these fools on the ground as I elevate

Among all standards, I set the bars for my own sake.

I'm just fucking hungry so I'm eating everybody's cake.

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Spread me around? I'll make sure to promote you as well. Working on the mixtape.

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I need promotions, more followers. Just get your fellow bloggers to check this page out. I want some more support before I get into finishing up Great Minds Think For Themselves. Please do me this favor if you like what this blog has to offer. I appreciate it.

No seriously, please do it guys.

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Woman of My Dreams Part 1

She is the perfect balance of power and intelligence,

Able to battle opinions with an intellectual vengeance.

Her mind is dangerous when she uses it as a weapon

To see through the lies and strike down deception.

Swag unlimited, her elegant beauty is simply infinite;

Treats her thoughts like Mortal Kombat; she knows how to finish it.

Every sentence she produces has a musical tone to it,

And she never lets horrors harm her; she pulls right through it

With strength that makes Samson want longer dreadlocks.

A murderer of idiocy; puts ignorance in the deathbox.

And you can try to smash, but her pants you can't get past.

Not as easy as you think-harder than Albert Einstein's math.

Confidence to the roof-it comes with her swag

And you gotta keep up because she won't settle for lag.

But she'll sit back and laugh if you have to fall back,

You simply can't get mad because this is brutal fact.

So if you want to act, and it's her that you attack,

She can hit you with a left hook followed by a smack.

I don't just mean physical; she is never miserable.

The vision she envisions is oh so very visible. 

She can be funny but has a side that is serious-

She'll tell you if you're cool or if you're downright delirious.

Always inspired by those that are inspirational

And able to party but those times are only occasional.

This woman can be YOUR nightmare-or so it seems,

But this woman is the one that is the subject of my dreams. 

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Just trying things out in the studio. Enjoy. Fears.

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Fears: A glimpse into the real world.

People are scared of the zombies that are intelligent;

I'm more fearful of the live dumb-fucks that are brain-dead.

I live in fear because as that final hour comes near,

I can hear loud and clear the idiotic cheer.

I live a life on the edge between daftness and sanity.

There's nothing but zombies; and I'm trying to save humanity

From the clutches of the dumbfucks, they just ran out of luck.

Fucking around with the Great Zeus will leave your ass thunderstruck.

Lightning strikes with my anger as I raise Thor's Hammer.

We're illegally being fucked over so why don't we place them in the slammer?

Slinging simple sly sinful subjects so serious, 

Defining defiances dumbfounded and delirious;

I sling rhymes like cocaine in cans of propane,

The fake world is full of tall tales-it's inane.

I won't be slain, I'm on a mission impossible;

But the chances of me failing are just improbable.

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Untitled (just here for kicks...going on the mixtape though.)

O.H.M went to Babylon, got his knowledge on.

He passed it on to me in the eye of the quiet storm;

As an afterthought, got a nigga sittin in an aftershock

After chopping up the fake world into tater tots.

Told me to pour out what was left of my heart

Feels like I'm on time, but I had a late start.

Stated obvious facts that were invisible,

Looking like the literal, but you should examine the lyrical.

He's telling tall tales to teach tutors the future?

Presently, we're putting the heart back in hip-hop surgically so where's the sutcher?

Sooth sayers coming at me with statements from the past,

But I'm past that, telling time it should kiss my ass.

I guess the moral of the stories come and go like Flash

Cuz I'm able to just make treasures out of my own trash.

My own journey is being undertaken now;

H1N2 flowin like a virus, no vaccine for me now.

My bed says hi to me

I hideaway, in the hidden hip-hop Himilayas 

The better mountain range

Man I range my change-up,

Baseball, never giving one fuck

Unless it's a middle finger-

Then I'm giving two fucks

So make it flip, like an acrobat.

Cardiac? Heart attack.

Stroke back, back stroke in the ocean

Where the sharks at.

Fall back, because I can still break backs

And leave you on the other mountain

Like your name was Brokeback.

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Just some random lines. Might make it a song.

I find rap therapeutic and it's beautiful

So I try to keep my lines clean;

Like how girls keep their cuticles.

Beautiful lyrical, my mental, sorta being mandatory

I gotta have a rhyme in every line

That's able to tell a story about glory,

Or past events that were gory,

So go find a teller that can better tell my story

You can't because nobody knows me,

Not even myself; so I made this to let you know

I'm on a journey, by myself

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The real definition of S.W.A.G (to be put over Swagger Like Us by T.I, Lil Wayne, Kanye West, and Jay Z..one of the other raps I wrote where I felt the need to brag on myself.)

Nigga I'm too cocky, a beast like Rocky.

I get beat down, but I come back promptly.

There is no stoppin me, I'm too hype see?

I'm going H.A.M on you pieces of salami.

Bro I'm sorry, I'm to great,

And I'm eating all the beef that comes to my plate

I'm killing them slowly; I should be convicted

And I'm living life with no limits; I don't live constricted.

Construct my tower, where I have all my power.

People yell that they're the shit, but that's because they don't shower.

How the fuck do I know? I'm just that dude

With the attitude, that just seems rude.

I'm a beast, I'm a monster, worse than Frankie Stein.

I give all my enemies goosebumps like R.L. Stine.

Don't step on this battlefield, it's one huge mine.

Mannerisms are like business; you don't have any to mind.

I go harder in the paint than a nigga at Home Depot,

Or Lowes, depending on how the flow goes.

I can ride solo or get the group-oh no!

The Empire's striking back at those Lords with Rings-Frodo.

Step to me, I'll murder you, bury you,

Cemetary you, dig you up, then cremate you.

Check mate, you're not smart enough to pull the damn play

Play-fake so you think one thing until it's too late.

I'm great, and you need to recognize.

I built a ladder to Heaven and all I saw was skies.

I disguised my guise to be one of the guys,

Until I learned I could stick out and be one of a kind.

Skate away from me, I'm on my grind.

Don't bring no darkness to me cuz I'm on my shine.

I checked the clock and I know this is my time.

Father time told me that I was now able to rhyme.

I guess now it's time to teach you how to S.W.A.G

And if you really must know, I've got this in the bag.

I'm a master with a time fetish and no tolerance for lateness.

The definition of S.W.A.G? Superb While Achieving Greatness. 

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Guys. I need more support. The mixtape I have planned is in the works. I just need people to spread me around. If you like the posts I've been putting up, and think they're good, please let your friends on Tumblr know. Or even Facebook. Or even Twitter. Just let me know. I'd appreciate it and I'd feel more comfortable getting a general buzz before I put out a mixtape. I'll be posting more song lyrics considerably soon. Thanks!

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What is there to be said? (To be written over Eminem's "Talkin 2 Myself" Instrumental w/Hook)

Things are better left unsaid; would it be better if I was a mime?

But it would be hard for me to say what's on my mind

In my head,

In the form of rhyme, risking everything as I write

On the line, which for my words is bed

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Life mute for me is like going to a magic show blind

I just wanna survive, sit back and be live

But it feels like I'm running out of time.

I'm sitting on an underwater lemon, and it doesn't feel sublime

We're subliminally submissive to the synthetic

Sedation of the syndication that is the sensational sin,

Methodically mysticizing the madness in the mythology

That's missing the mission found in the maturity of men.

Our founding fathers saw a future with few failures in it's physics-

Furthering our frantic fury to figure out what they did forfeit.

While I sit back in the chair,

Cheering for the clearing of my mental affair.

Married to the esoteric but flirting with insanity-

Staring in my own mirror, but not for the sake of vanity.

Everything is vanity; it pumps through our veins,

And life is not a horse so what's connected to the reigns?

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Why wait while I hear the wind whistling?

I'm screaming out loud but is anybody listening?

I'm a man trapped, kidnapped; nobody's missing him

He's dying underground which is why some people are digging him,

Him being me, rage red like the sea

On a mission that even the blindest man can see

I grew out of the most ignorant nation

And joined the Empire after seeing it's machination.

Is there a God in the machine? More like a Ghost in the Shell

She'll start coming around the mountain as I deal with this Hell

Hell hath no fury, and neither do I;

I have no map or direction down low or up high.

I drop more words than the Scrabble game

My ignorance of the real world and hip-hop has been maimed

May I be forgiven for giving

No excuse for the current way that I'm living

I'm driven, due to the fact that there are droughts

Of good things in this world so my mind forms doubts and,

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I put the dream catcher up to my skull

With thoughts too fluid; they slipped through every hole.

And how the fuck can I catch and one up them

If I can't use paper, pens, and beats to cup them?

I feel as if it isn't enough to just say em

So I lay em, as I'm encouraged to continue to slay em

So eventually I can step to this one type of de-vice

No it's not a Jackson Five member but it is the mic

And I'll spit till my saliva supply runs dry

If the fails spew out of my body I'll get back up 

Continue to try, at least until I die

"I'll make it rain" is what we wanna say but our cloud's dry.

Never understood why if I died I might not hit the sky

(There are three more bars that I have to write, but I'll have it cranked out in time. Swag)

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Thoughts of an Atheist...rhyme style.

I have to fold the corners of the notebook on my writing page,

I feel like I need to explain this sudden change.

My mind is twisted inside like an ancient maze

That the Mayans would make in order to drive people insane.

So in order to express that, I made a page;

A twitter page, a Tumblr page;

Hell, I'd consider making a Facebook page

In order to find a way to dump out my rage,

Instead of being like a wild animal caged

That'd break down bars

And get hit with a 12 gauge

Shotgun, shot one, popped one in this day in age

No not a pill, but I'm hallucinating about being on stage.

And no I don't have a religion, fuck God's rage,

While I don't pray to him, my bible's always on the first page.

In the beginning was this being and a planet?

Why the fuck would somebody like Him plan this?

Did He not see the serpent slithering on the planet

And jack His son's perfection like his name was Janet? 

Eat the fruit and now everybody's got knowledge

Eventually, people went from no schools to college.

Science was developed in order to find an explanation

For the pain and disease that started sweepin every single nation.

And now it feels like since people can have an occupation

In the occupied room of those jerked off like part of masturbation,

People have a choice to choose the right religion

How the fuck can I choose? I don't know the meaning of religion.

Blasphemy? Maybe, may it be that

I don't see what these holy people see in the skies that

Sam Sparro called eyes that were staring back

And religious people don't worry; this is not an attack.

But I'm angry at God for doing this to me

Assuming he exists, he just doesn't seem real to me. 

Reality assaulted me like a predator

No chopper in sight, I'm a victim of the system sir. 

I'm just wondering why he can't save the world now

And if he will, I really wanna know how.

The darkest corners of the world are plauged

By Pagan ways and paying fees that are magically made.

I mean if Jesus really died on the cross

Then it's a lost cause, everybody sins; it's how we were made. 

Did He see this coming? My personal address

According to Kanye, we're Devils in a New Dress

No disrespect to any kind of system

But it's sink or swim in this world, and I'm not swimming...

I'm more like floatin among a sea of serpents

Servin more than one purpose on purpose; but without a purpose.

I'm done now, but there you have it,

The views I have, it's kind of twisted, so let me have it.

I love the hate and the controversy this'll bring

Because I don't grab Sunday clothes, or congregate and sing.

(I could go on, and I might add to it...but yea.)

[alonewithallycia]

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kingjalisa:

Chad & Pharrell working with Odd Future’s Tyler and Left Brain

Only a matter of time before they start working with Eminem...and that will be bliss.

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Thinking about the Real (to be put as a verse to Can't Tell Me Nothing by Kanye West)

(Laa, la, lala, wait til I get my Money right)

Seems like everybody on this track got dreams;

Not me because I never get to sleep

So I went and took a crook by the neck

Man it's so hard to resist being a sheep

But I stay strong and provide my own shelter

Helter-skelter, no molestors, they never ever felt ya

I feel the beat coursing through my veins, 

And fire off on plains in the firing range

But I range and change my opposition,

In order to put me in the top position.

Positive that I won't be losing

And if I'm picky and begging, nigga I'm still choosing

So if you really wanna get with it

There's a few other niggas I got that are still with it,

Stills like a picture in the kodak

While I define my own future without a Zodiac,

Get back before I start to attack,

Things'll get bright before they get black

Like an eye blackened, you see dark purple

Oh did I do that? I must be Steve Urkel 

Usurp my throne

And I'll turn into a giant and make a meal out of your bone

But this is all that I've turned to

Dancing and rap, what the fuck you expect me to do?

I'll do whatever it's gonna take

I gotta wake up, shake the plate and raise the stakes,

I'm playing poker with God's chips

Too bad I'm atheist; I'm sinking Noah's ships

The devil's got a hold on me? No not Satan

I'd chop him up and feed him to a vegetarian; Sei-tan

And I don't need the sun really man,

I'm dark enough but catch me in sun getting real tan,

That's metaphoric not literal

I lit the pages in my notebook with hot lyrical

Balance of the mind and my pen's in

I'm like a retired nigga just getting pension

Better than being in the pen son

Press one more button and you're six feet undone

Like a simple little but ton

My paper's so light, but the words weigh more than one ton

I'm really striving to just be better, 

But it feels like I'm making toast without any butter

I want a house with my own butler

Instead I'm dealing with cows and their fat udders

But that's ok if I hustle hard

Like a table waiter I gotta bustle hard

But this is the end of my only verse

Now watch as I proceed to take over the Universe

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Nvm...it'll be 24 bars. Which means 8 bar verses. I'm cool with that.

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New Project: Writing a 48 bar song over Black and Gold by Sam Sparro, while using his hook. WISH ME LUCK!