Devious Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 Head up, face the storm, I know you feel your soul is worn. At the lowest place, You feel you've been kicked from the race. Head full of negative thoughts, Your bank balance reads full of Noughts, Can't believe the mess you've made, Feeling you've failed, never be affraid. Cant make sense of life, You threw away your wife, You've got your daughter, you'll keep her safe from the slaughter, Because you love her so, and there's one thing you know, for yourself and her, you'll fight the pain deep in thur, release the inner you, Stop holding back the few, Who you need inside, Step off this emotional rollercoaster ride, Let them see your real self, Put the facade upon the shelf, Keep it as a reminder of bad things done, Never again be that one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 I really like it thats really deep and well written. i love to write too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Devious Posted January 16, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 Thank you, I get called a weirdo cos I'm forever writing at work. Then you get, write something about us and sometimes the venom isn't so easy to hide lol :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christine001 Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 good I like it did you just make that up tonight? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Devious Posted January 16, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 I have a notebook full of Rhyming And Poetry (RAP) to some. I write when I Brain Fart. That was at about 14.00hrs today! Thank you though! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 i write so much my thoughts can't keep up :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Devious Posted January 16, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 i write so much my thoughts can't keep up Learn shorthand.... Gives you a goal and you'll be able to out write your thoughts. I write as it comes, the trick is syphoning out hte noise and focussing on the feel! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 im crap at shorthand... i never do things the easy way :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Devious Posted January 16, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 The easy way, Isn't the place to stay. The path below, Is the way to go. Use the Fire, Keep up with Desire. Out write your mind, Leave Fear Behind. Learn something new, become the few. Who beat this Evil, Perhaps with paint and easil. Write rhyme in time, let your spirit shine. Get out the pad, leave the fear of dad, behind you now and be creative, all thoughts are related, so get out that book, and let your thoughts cook! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 ooooo i like it :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Devious Posted January 16, 2011 Author Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 I like to rap a lot so permit me to rap a little My name is Abdominal I'll make you laugh and giggle Just like a little schoolgirl when I'm touching the mic Me and a crap rapper? Nothing alike Cos they crap, and I'm not Could you demonstrate? Why not Let me take this little opportunity so soon you'll see How you and me be different when it comes to fluency The crowd be rooting me and booing thee First to hit 3 lines that you be polluting the Atmosphere with, you'll get subjected to scrutiny Stupidly oblivious to the soon-to-be mutiny on the Part of the crowd,,eventually even your crew will be like "Abdominal is pretty damn good" But that's what I've been trying to say man Would you remove those bananas from your earholes and pay attention In the long run this will bring everyone less tension And I won't be forced to have to hit you with these vicious battle raps But really less battle raps than straight up facts Kinda like a news report Untrue? Fuck you be this Jews retort! You'll lose the sport, can't you see the predicament? Nurse, gauze, and lots of ligaments Victim sent courtesy of a friendly neighbourhood Abdominal Doing his best to fill the hospitals They say he's some sort of musical vigilante On a one-man crusade to do away with anything even remotely wack He rips the lips off of rappers and frees the tracks We really can't thank him enough I'd love to shake his hand Say thanks for taking a stand evacuating the land of the uncreative and bland "Doctor is it true when they say that he's as handsome as a deity" Like a chiselled greek god, plus nimble like a tree frog But with the strength of 10 men, who each possess the strength of ten men! "In other words the strength of 100 men?" Nurse, please dont interrupt me when I'm in the midst of a descriptive homage to this folk legend Rumour has it that he's bench-pressing At least 400 pounds and that's with the left arm alone! What about the right? Writing poems Simultaneously, insane ya can see but that's the type of mc that we're Dealing with here, highly creative annunciation impeccable Delivery style versatile very flexible breath control unparalelled In his line of work his rhymes will hurt these spineless jerks Yeah they'll still find the time to flirt, with all kinds of skirts "He should try a nurse" keep your mind on your work Like he keeps his mind on the verse when he's timing his words You could set your clock to the rhyming ya heard eminating from between the two lips Of the ABD-om-INAL, suckers think they swell He'll be like "hmm pray tell" They straight K-Tel wheras he be cold chilling Steady knocking fillings outta mouths of super-villains And then charging 'em for dental repairs Lay em down gently in the dental chair Fasten the bib, a real no-brainer Next step in the procedure administer the novacaine Or better yet a more effective anaesthetic Like a pint of chilled rubbing alcohol for the vocally pathethic Once theyre snorin the work commences by this Blood-splattered, demented dentist Dr. Abdominal extracting tongues, rendering wack rappers dumb Some who look like they got a bit of endurance Also get their lips sewn shut for assurance I know it sounds harsh but he can't be sympathetic In his war against the wackness it's an epidemic Spreading over cities nations and continents Abdominal heaven-sent antidote, through dopeness With a 'M' on my chest, for microphonist Wish I could claim my own to this, but this is MC Abdominal, my inspiration! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dani Posted January 16, 2011 Report Share Posted January 16, 2011 :) its good to have an inspiration :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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