.:: Freakin Flows ::. [CYPHER]

[This Is A Mule of PH]

Thunder Foot

1-blingie

By the way people, juss wanted to ask if anyone could donate to my in da hood pants fund and jacket fund... 1g would do anything

Not cool holmes... Don't advertise your junk here. Read the rules....

Sorry Thunder... I won't do it again. I didn't know it was against the rules cuz it didn't say that it was in the thread.

[This Is A Mule of PH]

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Past.

It seems that the world's revolvin' fast
I mean look at the 3rd world countries, do you think they're gonna last
And what about America, blood spillin' and some casts
Why do you think our leaders seem to be in a spazz?
With pizazz
I'm telling you ladies, boys and lads
We gotta do something before it becomes a fad
We think we're hearin' happy but we're always hearin' "sad"s
You think you're hearin' forgiveness but the people are still mad
So get it right! Get it straight! Get your act together
I ain't the first to say we can't go on like this forever
You think them damn soldiers like the war?
Forget it, that's just the way George Bush likes pushin' em far
You think he should just go and fight his own fights?
He ain't thinkin' bout the familes who cry every night
They daddies at war there's no food on the table
Even sadness comes to those who are perfectly able
So pull the cable Mister Bush, you better pull that plug from it's dock
Cuz from your OWN people, you're gonna get shocked.

[Thunder Foot]

1-blingie

Thunder Foot

1-blingie

By the way people, juss wanted to ask if anyone could donate to my in da hood pants fund and jacket fund... 1g would do anything

Not cool holmes... Don't advertise your junk here. Read the rules....

Sorry Thunder... I won't do it again. I didn't know it was against the rules cuz it didn't say that it was in the thread.

No big deal, just follow the rules next time.
and flow off the previous person's last line...
and continue to excel in your practice of rhymes...

[Thunder Foot]

1-blingie

Thunder Foot

1-blingie

By the way people, juss wanted to ask if anyone could donate to my in da hood pants fund and jacket fund... 1g would do anything

Not cool holmes... Don't advertise your junk here. Read the rules....

Sorry Thunder... I won't do it again. I didn't know it was against the rules cuz it didn't say that it was in the thread.

No big deal, just follow the rules next time....
and flow off the previous person's last line...
and continue to excel in your practice of rhymes...

[Zaln]

Thunder Foot

relievin them of their cultural rigomortis...

my mental is the Road Runner while your like a tortois
kids be gettin heated while I lyrically contort this
abort this, futile attempt to get at me
when I'm on the mic the devils, be unhappy
cuz I resonate with flavor complicatin something major
they never remember they got fat off our labor
now i'm strapped with these lyricall razors on the paper
bringin back when emces rocked for the crowd's favor...
so kick it wit me as I chill and light a joint
take a hit if ya, want but always be on point
heads crackin forties gettin twisted like Warrio
let your gaurd down and get juksed, in my barrio
always be aware, whatever the scenario
cuz cats be stompin more heads than Super Mario

[Zaln]

1-blingie

Cuz from your OWN people, you're gonna get shocked.

That's why solo is the only way that I rock
cats thinkin 2pac till they actually get shot
raided the weed spot, the block is mad hot
niggas is broke they see the crack and start thinkin why not
but I got, educated leave the mic, devestated
real and fake seperated emcees be overated...
when I grab I unwind my mind and
kick, a style that's impossible to define and
they findin, that clouds never have silver linins
but, things will get better as long as you keep tryin
listen to this cat that was, born lifted
easily blow up spots cuz he's lyrically gifted
I politic it while kick it and get my mental shifted
my point is mad valid but all these kids missed it
or dissed it, step to my face tryin to front
don't think I won't wild just cuz I'm smokin a blunt
drop that ill s**t that cats, try to imitate
in my dome planets and universes I regulate
stay gettin high but don't need it to speculate
time to get ghost so on my rhymes yall should meditate

(damn homie sorry I totally missed you.)

[Thunder Foot]

Zaln

time to get ghost so on my rhymes yall should meditate

yo,
time to get ghost,
so on my rhymes yall should meditate...
I breathe deep in, with deep Zen...
give my brain a boost, so now I can levitate...
and predict the fate, of events to come...
with the way I agitate my own cerebellum...
travel my neuro pathways, and meld 'em...
into one, for clairovoyant capabilities...


( sorry, I had to cut it short. at work. )

[This Is A Mule of PH]

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clairovoyant capabilities...

Clairvoyant capabilites
Like ghetto shape-abilites
Won't turn into realities
When somehow all the gravity
comes, holds us, holds back and we
Can't get back up cuz we can't see
How we'll get it right, not clear
And it's ricoshay
In my mind
Cuz the key's what I can't find
To get back into line...

((That was short ya'll, Imma just poppin' in.))

[DragonStylez]

Thunder Foot

into one, for clairovoyant capabilities...

runnin from fears is straight futility
its who you are not who you use to be
stand on two and struggle through
its revolution time so get a clue
the truths in you so just realize
take arms against these corporate lies
that try to justfy, gettin rich off takin human lives
soar, above these greedy whores
the ignored'll settle up the score
swoop down with talons of a falcon
the righteous fight like king and malcom
brave, to the grave, that we may soon lay rest in
its destin for our time to come to represent our brethren

-I see Blingie beat me to it-

[DragonStylez]

1-blingie

To get back into line...

cuz its time to define the demons in my mind
the darkness over takes me, now my eyes are blind
no sense, nonsence my thought process is blurrin
my ear drums beat, my temple throbs, my words are slowly slurrin
churnin is my stomach the disgust of ignorance
i close my eyes to deny that i got a glimpse
whats goin on not feeling strong somethings really wrong
my throat swole closed tonsil explodes now i cant sing my song

[Ayfere]

my throat swole closed tonsil explodes now i cant sing my song


It rhymes with cheech and chong, I toke the bong...constantly, like a bad habit - like picking my nose...its influenced me, on my hair, my activities, my brain, my clothes... so maybe this is why im labled "pothead" on the go...no, not really but I wore my marijuana leaf - that was pretty obvious, but then I was trippin on dex and somehow broke it - I guess the tile floor really doesnt kid - I flip my lid - because this dxm is honestly something bigger, something timeless... making you grasp the people in the inside of your eyelids... in your brain, your aware, everythings great - way to real and wont ever be the same...your changing because its a phycadelic brain game... where you learn and obtain a certain magic, but in the end its still pain - so you binge because its exactly where you want to be, thats where you plan to live...one day, but now you drink a bottle only once a week...or maybe 2 days straight...lets not let this addiction grow...but what you know, one bottle turns on four...and once a week doses are no more... no honestly, im only at one bottle once a week...because my friend got caught with a chatlog of evidence and her parents definelty freaked... im fine tho - more stable than ever, haha this dropout gets to go back to school for 2 more irrational novembers and decembers... I plan on demembering everything I once knew...and regain it all back up my nose in a blood like stew....
Insanity, is never fooled.

[Thunder Foot]

Lucid Adept Ayfere Self

Insanity, is never fooled.

yo,
insanity, is never fooled...
so anyone with objections,
your state of mind is overruled...
like spectres, ghosts, and ghouls...
I played the reciprical quite often...
slice up a goblin, wit a controller as my tool...
taking it back to the oldschool...
when we were placid wit 8-bits...
I can taste it,
like dust on my tongue at the market...
from blowin rust out my Nintendo cartridge...
but I got my tetnus shots that year...
so it wont sting my bloodstream,
my fears were reduced down to wanting...
another head to blow off before the respawnin...
game addiction, isn't a serious affliction...
but some say the seizures are cause to mention...
the problems, but its only known for calmin ya...
and possibly a small case of insomnia....


( quick bust. Just go tthat new Devil may Cry 3... straight ill. )

[This Is A Mule of PH]

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possibly a small case of insomnia....

Gotta tell you that it might be dawnin' on ya
I went through it, now it might just be spawnin' on ya
Maybe something might be calling on ya
Yo,
Everyday ya'll, I take a walk through the streets
Maybe there'll be a feeling that I've yet to meet
I take some time off when I feel reallybeat
I can't hear nuttin' at all, Or see cuz of sleet
I feel like somethin's gone through my head
Like an arrow, or a bullet, man, I think that I'm dead
But if I were, I'd be lyin' on my dyin' bed
Man, Imma feelin' crazy, I dunno what I said
Had to,
Divorce with my boo once, twice
Had to,
Finish off a bloodshedin' fight
Had to,
Set things with my bro and me right
Now I'm,
Thinkin' bout what I did with my life
Was it good? Was it bad? Only heaven knows
Maybe some day all dem' thinkin's gonna put on a show
Then that day, Imma gonna know, for sho,
But that ain't comin' soon, time passes so slow...

(I took that from my soul right now... I ain't knowin' what I'm feelin)

[Mastodon is Metalcore]

1-blingie

But that ain't comin' soon, time passes so slow...

but i yell to let the world know
that i'm alive
and the rhymes whilst i spit five
will keep flowing like orange juiced
lemme give your ears a little boost.
if you speak harsh words you gotta stick to those
but if you can't stick, we'll pull out the hose
to blast you off your wall
your high little horse
if you think you can ball
you gotta follow my course
the rookie champ is back in business, check ya pocket.
cuz i'm offering rhyme beatdowns, three to a socket.

[Junior~Mints]

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cuz i'm offering rhyme beatdowns, three to a socket.

the cannon is on my waist so you act like a pimple Im goin to pop it,
An arry a punches and beat downs youre click whould think I was playing bob it,(simple s**t...now serious)
You hear that yo? Its the cry of a mother,
Broken hearted cuase she just lost a son and her brother,
I cant recall the times Ive seen men cry,
Lost the house lost the wife, that just make them wanna die,
Their sorrow is a sco that goes the beat,
Itll have head nodding and tappin ya feet,
It real out here, sorta like the cold steel,
that ripped through his chest,liad on the floor with a cold feel
Yo my peoples is dying, the governments lying,
But ******** that I gotta eat, this pen and this ball is what kept out the streets,
Life is a race not a track meet.....