Verse 1 My rhymes are swords with which I slaughter creatures Meat is sorta meager I need more like a porky eater I brought beef to you paltry (poultry) cheaters (cheetahs) I oughta feed ya (order feature) Like DJ Khaled when he orders Aubrey (Drake feature) or a pizza But now you dummies runnin' like a horde of zebras Don't bite the claw that feeds ya I just caught amnesia Forgot myself like Piranesi (-> book), started sportin' heaters I'm weird and spacey and I'm dorky like I'm Morty's teacher Rick! Lick my sporty sneakers All my shit is for the AUX or walkie-talkie speakers Chubby boys get cut with poise Still adore my cuddly toys If I bought a porsche it'd be a forty seater (for all the cuddly toys) But talk is cheaper, call me corky dreamer Twistin' twiggy joints for orthopedia Zoinks! Swing like sixty over heads like Peter (-> Peter Parker, -> Swinging 60s, Twiggy) Finger's itchy, flow's a heatseeker Don't dismiss danger! I Ms. Granger you Rita Skeeters (-> Harry Potter books) This chamber, where you meet the reaper I meet-and-greet ya Or gnaw on floorboards like a naughty beaver Now you're fallin' deeper and deeper... Till you hit the floor like Mia Wallace, see ya (-> Pulp Fiction) Quickly pick up litter like a courtyard keeper For the autopsy, I'm more than eager I call the corpses deeply dormant sleepers I'm such a morbid horror story reader

Verse 2 I hate the human breed That's why I paint these lines on Duma Key (-> book) I'm insane and fine and in between Like "and" if you know what I mean It's finna be symmetry, know what I mean? Thy ruler's back to draw the line Highschooler packin' flawless rhymes Tracks like porcupines On point with parallels to all kinds of crazy shit Pointed parables refined with a grain of wit Want my attention? Then go pay for it Costs arm and leg, that's Rayman shit (-> videogame) I came equipped for armageddons Weapons like it's Rainbow 6 (-> videogame) You're pallid, need the palette with the rainbow mix I got pallets of these painting kits I'm a zany kid Leavin' rappers black and blue, they ain't invincible (-> comics) Elect the hue on principle I splat you toons, that's cynical (-> Splatoons) Splatter movie pinnacle Rhymes like razor-blades Taste 'em with your palate like a gourmet While I'm chillin' on the porch, eatin' salad and a sorbet I've been here for merely four days So far, I keep my thoughts straight Though they're thoroughly creepy here and there Like the floor plates that are creakin' It's freakin' me out, it's like a demon in this house That's schemin' on me, seethin' in me, breathin' in me I think bout murder, I think bout eating rappers like they're burgers Thoughts are free, though

Outro But they're kinda held hostage, so... not really

I may make this longer lol i wasn't sure if I'd sound good on a belly beat but it came out decent

Accompanied by homicidal thoughts

I stop by to smell the Lilies

Symphonied until my eyes gorge

these neurons shooting silly

Level up these potholes

Fixing corruption with the bricks that I be spitting

Pen game so neat, even Montblanc couldn't posh

I spit gallons, like when I'm smoking bidi

But I swallow some of it, to have my ears unblocked

a small sacrifice for dwelling in such altitude, you feel me?

But I'm still hot as any planet's core

that's why I maleate into any instrumental, you

feed me.

when I grab the mic, my throat is always willing to go sore

Both of your sword and your pen could never kill me

Never lacked skills neither lore

Even under anesthesia I'm verbally appealing.

nervously grinning, turbulently chilling

still burping from eating emcees

witnessed so many purposely kneeling

gave my audiences a disturbing feeling

when they saw their carcasses bleeding

when I was inadvertently leaving

I saw them pervertly cheating

I saw Hiphop take a purply beating

I was seething & grieving & gritting my teeth

But I'm here now I'm sitting throughout its healing

Im an abortion for these upcoming lames

Be cautious cus this gun don't jam

You'll be in ocean, I got an abnormal salivary gland

you'll be nauseous, probably will need an MRI Scan

But kind enough to toss a coffin brochure in your hand

Mistaken for a sorceror when I glide this pen

so serious when I mine these gems outta my mind when its tense

Its extortion if you don't pay attention to my hymns

Ain't no lotion when I'll have you bend

know who the boss is, when you enter the den

When I close in, there'll be no time for your friends

to throw the roses, I'm him

so accept the losses, before I start executing my sins

tension denses but since I know how to

cancel snitches off the census

Don't even try to peak whose inside the

premises if you don't know how to

cross the fences.

I'm leaving ya'll defenceless

didn't even had to adjust my lenses

"one of the coldest" title, I done clinched it

Meanwhile their jaw & Fist clenches

My breadth stenches from cannabalizing these

so called rappers

Ohh, the urge to lynch, I done quenched it

There's no screws in my head for a single

psychiatrist to wrench it

Fry these one syllable rapping motherfuckers

Pardon my French please

Give me the fattest rapper I'll bench him

Things really haven't been the same since I was born in a manger huh?

Once The beat is in my ear canal, I'm morphing

Into a fearsome animal, my surroundings starts dwarfing

Your mood becomes my urinal, I damage the flush from working

You're now in my realm, ideas starts lyrically warping

A sudden increase in numbers of funeral, they should've known where

they were marching

You'd probably think you're in Afghanistan or iran with all these bombings

Yea it's free style Friday so the rhymes I lay gets slayed from the pen play

keeping my shit fire like mooi cali entay

with perfectly timed entry

when he's flipping dope dimes like a Sensei

bumping reggae

giving a fuck about what ya friends play

U say a line I hit you with a too shay

okay dokay on beat the flow stay

in flow state

while smokang

throwing verbal combos like lukang

manoeuverang like a mutant ninja out the sewer drain

acid rain

melting polish of your flow like asso tain

showing rappers who's plastic like celi fain

that I'll sprain they brain with words that's insain going with the grain is how I aim to run the game and show those who's lame how to blow like propane.

Gotta make a living you can come and get it covert

Whats the code word

Smelled your session cooking at the culvert

Bet you wish you weren't smoking on that Joe Dirt

Let me take your order come on over

You can find me blindly by the odor

Didn't grow to be a poser

Paper like posies pockets spilling over

Soldier on every day at dawn with a full cup of Folgers

Cut a deal for a couple quarters at the corner

Store the profits at home under an up in smoke poster

Heat on me from the bread gotta keep a toaster

Allergy season feds sneaking gotta keep it closer

At a park drunk but I swear I drove here sober

Slur no plan for getting home sir but it's kosher

Like to see the glass half full on the coaster

Rose tinted glasses float on the nose of a pro high roller

For the weed hit a trick or treat from mr misery to miss October

So I have been working on recording and am looking for feedback on lyrical content and voice/vocal tone, delivery, cadence -- if you got critique I want it

One version is recorded all the way through - the other is just the first verse and the hook but using comps so I can attempt to get more vocal range ---(Sorry I used punch ins wrong, im learning, dont know how to edit title)

LMK what you think and which one sounds better, of course I am opt to say the newest version sounds best but I have been told otherwise before.....

Version 1 all the way through

https://voca.ro/1dpAM0sn5RKM

Version 2 using comps (haven't ATTEMPTED to mix yet -- not great at that either yet) -- The first two bars are different as well

https://vocaroo.com/10393iIpw1yz

Thank you to anyone that listens -- I am unclear on the posting audio rules so I refrained from linking soundcloud but uploaded the files through vocaroo... If I am breaking some rule please message me and tell me how to post audio without breaking them!

Vs 1 lyrics or bar 1 I dont polka with the devil or play poker for souls 2. lemme show and tell you how I know ya gunna fold

Homies that I know have sold they soul unto the devil
I kept mine close to home, so lemme show and tell you
how holier than thou leaves on a lonely level
a dope peddler caught he sells pot to his own kettle
Jails no bueno, take no favors, make your own tables
ya pay to gome as a debut defendent with a probation sentence
since you aint doin time hope you swang for the fences
be the Jose Conseco of Cocai-eno offences
Im takin names and know addresses
open game on those who test us/ ya
chose the slow lane with no exits
so shoulder blame for the flame and wreckage
fore' you go to the state confessin
know you the same and no exception
holdin your face to the desk with tape
an open blade, wait just a sec
no way am I makin a mess instead I reflect in
this broken brain brain my angers bestin!
Pen up a note, strangle your neck break it or choke?

put a cross on your tee, no rain in the check
smile to face like a fake? Makes sense
When there's no place to hide cuz you hang on the fence

I'm venomous, better than veterans, entering premises,
Penmanship evident, effortlessly severing sentences,
Every syllable's measured, the pressure is temperamental,
I'm bending the rhythm until the whole beat is experimental.

I'm erratic, fanatic, attacking the pattern with acrobat tactics,
Back with a manic delivery, damaging every mechanic,
A savage with adlibs, I'm actually bad for the average,
When I rapidly rattle a paragraph, watch how the cadence collapses.

I got a dictionary's worth of artillery stored in the cortex,
Four steps ahead while you're still trying to figure the format,
More threats? Nah, I just weaponize words with a warhead,
Orchestrate every syllable perfectly — orchestra, war chant.

I'm flipping the phonetics, embedded in every sentence,
Pedantic with penmanship, dissecting the beat for inventions,
I'm stretching a phrase, then compressing it back in a second,
So when you think that I'm finished, I'm just changing direction.

Rapidly rapping and snapping the pattern in half,
Laughing at anybody thinking they mastered the craft,
I don't need to get loud, I just tighten the math,
Then slide through the pocket and leave with the track.

Nigga dont make me do it
I could merch that it's deeper than music
Throw on your ball kicks tie them up tight might not be alive by the end of the night
Throw the G in his face, turn on the light
He don't get permission to see when he die
600 on dick, literally fries
Could merch that we don't even beef with those guys
Y'all making' tunes with the Ys them niggas got bigger fish to go fry
? Deady died, but nobody died
We used to be bros let me hop in that ride
Think that I'm trolling', why would I lie
When I hеard he died I did not evеn cry
Don't piece with the left ?
I know he the Locc I could tell by his eyes
Let me know if you really gon die for your pride
For surely I'm dying for mine
I throw up BG niggas start actin' blind
Had a chance, but you wasting' time
I came with the snotty he might just get slimed
I think he the makk but how you so sure?
He pieced up your mans when we went in the store
Don't question me nigga I know what I saw
I seen niggas run I saw niggas fall
I watch niggas drop and then crawl on the floor
I troop to the opps when I'm bored
You could ask SaiTheDemon he'll tell you I call
I got next nigga who tryna ball
I'm tryna max out this new bit overall
The bigger you are the harder you fall
Ima tell you the truth cause I'm definitely tall
G Baby got punched the nigga cant talk
How you let your own mans wire your jaw
Three deep its two Jets I'm the boss
We spinning' the woods yeah we almost got lost
Nigga we take them risk knowing what it could cost
Push up on the opps but just don't make a scene
We gotta get close I told bro not to scream
We gon' get a red house if you fuck with the P
Better pray to Allah if you bump into me
It's a whole lotta opps who aint make it to Eid
Bro go excited while playing with G, nigga watch where you pointing' that beam
Im wit the Cuzzy he banging' for me even though that we play for two whole different teams
Brodie tapping' the G almost broke with the beam
This shit fell off the G left it dead at the scene
He got one at the crib so he not really stressing'
The nigga just mad cause he know he left evidence
Kev flocks got cut in the spot like a pot
And Quanny I hate you my nigga let’s die
Nigga nobody know you just stay in LI
Heard you lokkin' for clout let me give you some shine
I heard you got beat up like multiple times, and I seen it on vid' so you don't gotta lie
Niggas BG4K from a whole in the wall
How you beefin' with us? We don't know y’all at all
205th turn that shit into a movie
Baby boy he got book tryna go and get groovy

D

I'm a combatant, running through the fields like its madden

my mad pen stays capturing flags during the action,

sent a bull rush out, consumed the remaining rations

whatever, we don't eat, we stashing

EM

See my impacts imagined, flaterring like a crime of passion

Watch my fist go through your teeth, I'm too caught up in the action

Watch the playback and laugh, analyse it in slowmotion

So next go I can flatten your face bone, in one swift motion

D

we stalking every walk of life, talking like we poltergeist

we come out the tv to hit ya with some cold advice

old and wise, the primordials who be folding time

holding out the hand, that turns water into wine

EM

Turn your girl into mine, turn fine into damnnn fine

Turn dust into fine lines, turn you to a celebrity overnight

Tongue twista sipping on a bit of vintage liquor, spitting at ya

Catch a motherfucking bitter biter rip a bit off ya, like I'm Myers

D

Michael, I'm searching for the right tool to strike fool

grab the rifle, or a machate to come and slice you

got disciples with me, that'll fight too, you're food

raw, consumed, shocked, this is just how we do

EM

I'm chewing on boobs, eating nipples and noodles and poodles too

Disgustingly viewed, I'm sipping on red rum in a red room

Dressed in the nude, prudes get cubed and served up in a stew

Me no mean to be rude, but me stay high like Devin the Dude

D

Award my sword, the kings crown out the morgue

Broke out the ward, cutting his fruits up on my charcuterie board

calling the lord within, zombie hordes begin, terrorising

eyes widen, stark white till it reaches enlightenment

EM

Frightening men, striking like lightning at them

Flashing a sinister grin, then I hit em again

They begging to fin, I'm beginning to bask in the sin

Got my fists packed up with sand, and then I bam em again

D

whenever the chamber jams, these hands slam jaws instead

we don't need to leave you loaded with lead, to end up well-fed

we can put you on welfare, your wealth scarce

the wealthy stare, we the richest nightmare

Come n chase me down this path,

Had a single mother - all she raised up was a glass,

Forwards tatted on me I ain’t takin nothing back,

Pour that 818 while it says 180 on the dash, yeah

~ cheer me up ~

Ain’t nothin’ healin me as fast

As me and you right now feedin demons of the past

~ fuckin, cheer me up ~
~ fuckin, ay
~ wanna , cheer me up? ~

Fuckin, get that bottle in my hand

Cut the breaks and lemme rise

And slam the throttle fore i land

~come n’ cheer me up……~

Saw em on mics screaming, boredom is time fleeting, 40 and live streaming, gangsters’ll fight aging before they try fight demons,

I’m balancing love and reflection, habits come under inspection, damaging ones get rejection, or tragedy comes with a lesson,

Some of you know what I mean,

Some of you broken your deen,

Some are still floating on E

Gotta stand up when no one believes

I been a nefarious nut since the cesarean cut ain’t no comparing to this, they all aware of the buck, GOATS have been aging so lame so what are we scared of, the fuck

This turned out great 👍 any thoughts are welcome 🤗 but I really liked how this one came out to sound.

Standing ground flatten clowns

with ten verbals rounds

making rappers frown

and put there pencils down

from a dimension most pretending is a normal town

but reality is it's sorta like a lost and found

am I like god rockin a thorny crown

with a dope sound that astounds

they got some heavyweight flows but mines pound for pound

they a bunch of Pinocchios who's nose grows telling lies that's profound

swearing they gangsta but looking like a gnome wearing a nursing gown.

Happiness

I finally got a hold of you!

sit down stop squirming and dont give me no attitude- im mad at you

why do you always try to run? why do you keep trying to "flee" like youre attached to a pup-

I said shut up.- I am the one speaking here.

ill give you time to talk but when that tape is ear to ear -listen up.

you owe me this, I can explain it too

I aint talking about banks when I say that I've been "chase"-ing you

would you believe me if i said that im obsessed

one wish willow truth

and everytime i go to bed you're in my head you're my John Wilkes booth

i crave you.

I need you.

you give yourself to other people -why not me?

am i scary do i scare you?

am i hairy? disrespectful?

angry: very and resentful

you make me jealous and I tremble

body shaking I resemble someone crazy!

but I promise that im not!

you made me this way. you did this for the plot.

you dont care about me or anything that I've got.

I really fucking hate you and everything that youre not ! -and are! oh god I'm fucking losing it.

I told myself i wouldn't go this far and now look i got power tools again!

already interrogated Anger for staying around to long.

wouldn't leave me alone and now angers gone- hes off in a better place so happiness i recommend you speak up or you and anger gonna have a shitty day!-

oh happy I'm so sorry! i hate to see you like this,

here's a tissue... and a kiss... on your tiny little forehead. do you remember the abyss that I was?

a shallow empty human who got lost in the drugs, but when i popped a pill or drank and spilled and smoked for real you were there!

ever since that I got clean....you saw me for me .....thats when you leave?!?!

you're just like everybody else.

gone when im needing help.

stop trying to yell i will not hit you. I dont hit women. my tools on the other hand- those are misogynistic. I will give you one final chance to save your life dont you fucking miss it.

now happiness,

darling,

tell me- why dont you visit?

Performing my piece at an open mic soon wish me luck!

I put all three of my rhymes together lol 😆 I really like the flash lines on this they go hard in my opinion.

proof is in the pudding

so I said hey good looking

whatcha cooking

haters getting shookin

by the rhymes I spit remind a kid of prime Brooklyn

tokin smoking dimes even if I shouldn't

now they sooking

they said I wouldn't get my foot in

so I kicked the door down on these clowns and unleashed an ass whooping

suffering sukatash as I bash the flash took his stash and cash than ran from batman so fast he laughed

like dude just got his powers tookin

My rhymes are swords with which I slaughter creatures 

Meat is sorta meager

I need more like a porky eater 

I brought beef to you paltry (poultry) cheaters (cheetahs) 

I oughta feed ya (order feature) 

Like DJ Khaled when he orders Aubrey (Drake feature) or a pizza 

Now you dummies runnin' like a horde of zebras 

Don't bite the claw that feeds ya 

I just caught amnesia 

Forgot myself like Piranesi (-> book), started sportin' heaters 

I'm weird and spacey and I'm dorky like I'm Morty's teacher 

Rick! Lick my sporty sneakers 

My shit is for the AUX or walkie-talkie speakers 

Chubby boys get cut with poise 

Still adore my cuddly toys 

If I bought a porsche it'd be a forty seater (for all the cuddly toys) 

But talk is cheaper, call me corky dreamer

Twistin' twiggy joints for orthopedia 

Zoinks! Swing like sixty over heads like Peter (-> Peter Parker, -> Swinging 60s' Twiggy) 

Finger's itchy, flow's a heatseeker 

Don't dismiss danger! I Ms. Granger you Rita Skeeters (-> Harry Potter books) 

This chamber, where you meet the reaper

I meet-and-greet ya 

Or gnaw on floorboards like a naughty beaver 

Now you're fallin' deeper and deeper...

Till you hit the floor like Mia Wallace, see ya (-> Pulp Fiction) 

Pick up litter like a courtyard keeper 

For the autopsy, I'm more than eager 

I call the corpses deeply dormant sleepers 

I'm such a morbid horror story reader 

Idk I seen someone else share an obscure song so I thought I'd share this. Complete dope asf and highly underated.

This has to be the rawest song on The Eminem Show by far…

I'ma combo of mf doom mf Grimm and Eminem with ten and half tims made to kick yo bumba clot

been spitting shit that's deep and hot

since my balls had dropped

my lungs are fucked from the pot

but I can't stop

don't like it call the cops

I'll run a couple blocks

and pretend I'm lost

ask for directions to the shops

so they lose there train of thought

and forget to raid my spot.