OFFICIAL HBG FREESTYLE THREAD: domowoj vs. twirly
- Thread starter domowoj
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Rap is crap.
Forgive me for being blunt,
Put that down to me being a cunt
It seems to me however though
Anyone can do better, have a go
A rap is a poem for a lazy sod
Thinks he can rhyme; the rhythmic God
No rhythm, no goal, no basic structure
Probably thinks that rhymes with puncture
They do not understand
It's not about the money, whores and land
It's about the words themselves
Take that thesaurus off the shelf
Write something good, even if it's snappy
Find a better word than "happy"
Work on stanzas, find your style
Do revisions once in a while
I understand that rap is quick
But all the raps here, make me sick
To the bone, to the core, down inside
And heaven forbid even I have tried
To make some rhymes that really work
(I am a hypocritical jerk)
I'm no poet, and I know it
But it always seems to me,
Rap is just not meant to be
I hate poems as much as the next man
But all these raps they really can
Be so much better if we try
Maybe, somehow maybe I
Will stop this nonesense, let it end
I'm rambling aren't I, hello friend
Thinking I am somehow clever
My mind hasn't worked out whether
I am actually good or not
Perhaps I shall let it rot
At least it rhymes, without stretching
For weird pairings I am (fetching?)
To form an odd unreadable mess
That's out of time and rhythm and not really clever at best
So let's just say, rap can be good
If simple things are understood
The flow, the words, the meaning thus
Contained inside all of us (?)
Let's be poets, not "rapper" saints
Before poor old Sophist faints
Forgive me for being blunt,
Put that down to me being a cunt
It seems to me however though
Anyone can do better, have a go
A rap is a poem for a lazy sod
Thinks he can rhyme; the rhythmic God
No rhythm, no goal, no basic structure
Probably thinks that rhymes with puncture
They do not understand
It's not about the money, whores and land
It's about the words themselves
Take that thesaurus off the shelf
Write something good, even if it's snappy
Find a better word than "happy"
Work on stanzas, find your style
Do revisions once in a while
I understand that rap is quick
But all the raps here, make me sick
To the bone, to the core, down inside
And heaven forbid even I have tried
To make some rhymes that really work
(I am a hypocritical jerk)
I'm no poet, and I know it
But it always seems to me,
Rap is just not meant to be
I hate poems as much as the next man
But all these raps they really can
Be so much better if we try
Maybe, somehow maybe I
Will stop this nonesense, let it end
I'm rambling aren't I, hello friend
Thinking I am somehow clever
My mind hasn't worked out whether
I am actually good or not
Perhaps I shall let it rot
At least it rhymes, without stretching
For weird pairings I am (fetching?)
To form an odd unreadable mess
That's out of time and rhythm and not really clever at best
So let's just say, rap can be good
If simple things are understood
The flow, the words, the meaning thus
Contained inside all of us (?)
Let's be poets, not "rapper" saints
Before poor old Sophist faints
Jbrist":48utezaz said:
Mr. Roboto, your flow's a no no
I can vibe better to a line from a Lil Wayne duo
You fail to realize that Septimus is straight mental
I'll lacerate your face then fuck up your dental
I'm dangerous like a Coke Deal
and when shit gets real
Septimus makes them suckas peel
Catching court cases like lice
Rhymes sharper than a knife and a flow smoother than Barry White
Step to me again so I can laugh
I'm addicted to stompin new jacks like a junkie is to crack
moog":hktqeljl said:
Moog must be delirious
Scrolling past all the bars I've wrote, are you serious?
Septimus is in his Prime like the auto bot
Not a pansy like a flower but forget me you will not
I'm as original as the whopper
a show stopper
a serial jaw dropper
My style is rather unique like AZ
You think my shits weak? you must be crazy
moog steals bicycles because he's black
moog eats at kfc because he's black
moog has drug issues because he's black
now I ain't sayin nothin
ain't even implyin nothin
but don't you find it the least bit strange
a guy can be even this deranged
as to have his daily life arranged
solely on a lie
moogs no blacker than you or I
he's not on crack
his hair is whack
he does not have a crooked back
now I ain't sayin nothin
but don't you find it annoying
he gets away with this kind of thing
hes probs never even heard louis sing
thinks armstrong just a man on the moon
he'll meet his commeupance soon
we planted weed in his room
now he'll meet his well earned doom
I think my creativity ended
moog eats at kfc because he's black
moog has drug issues because he's black
now I ain't sayin nothin
ain't even implyin nothin
but don't you find it the least bit strange
a guy can be even this deranged
as to have his daily life arranged
solely on a lie
moogs no blacker than you or I
he's not on crack
his hair is whack
he does not have a crooked back
now I ain't sayin nothin
but don't you find it annoying
he gets away with this kind of thing
hes probs never even heard louis sing
thinks armstrong just a man on the moon
he'll meet his commeupance soon
we planted weed in his room
now he'll meet his well earned doom
I think my creativity ended
ive no time to plead and pine
ive no time to quiet
kiss me quick, and then im gone
pop! goes the wyatt
ev'ry night when I go out
the limey's in a riot
take a stick and knock 'er off
pop! goes the wyatt
half a pound of tuppenny rice
thats her entire diet
where does all th' whoremoney go?
pop! goes the wyatt
up and down th' city road
takin' it like a pirate
that's how she develops that glow
pop! goes the wyatt
ive no time to quiet
kiss me quick, and then im gone
pop! goes the wyatt
ev'ry night when I go out
the limey's in a riot
take a stick and knock 'er off
pop! goes the wyatt
half a pound of tuppenny rice
thats her entire diet
where does all th' whoremoney go?
pop! goes the wyatt
up and down th' city road
takin' it like a pirate
that's how she develops that glow
pop! goes the wyatt