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  • My dance with the devil/ although he leads/ he makes it my responsiblity/ to believe in his evil/ peekin through the keyhole/ of needy desires/ apspired to have it all/ but alll isnt enough/ because a house full of stuff/ is a house full of shit/ no matter which you look at it/
  • i challenge the thought of a battle i'm a pacifist, throw up a white fist with a pride that's colorblind and takes no side, except for yours and mine, i describe lives deprived of the what it means to rise, deflated by a world that leaves us jaded by the way we made it, the woes of the world didn't come from thin air, lack of mass care that we all share helped to raise the fare, now we pledge allegiance to a flag whose meaning is no longer there, all acting like the blame isn't ours to share.

  • @canoobis

    A pascifist in an animal kingdom built for glory/

    territory and war central to what we live here for/

    analyze because colorblind consists of black and white shades of grey, but we werent born that way/

    furthermore you know that empires crumble and rebuild/

    ours will fall because of our outdated capitol hill/

    your stuck in the grass or the past no disrespect because aside from you everyone else thats write here i laugh/

    i hope to hear back.

  • hey i spark cannons start hanging retarts imagining that they R challenging

    these lyrical darts i disperse 2 ur hearts, damaging rip apart ur abdomens

    slash at ur face i start stabbing n leave ur parts layin around ur apartments start asking im a DARK ASSASSIN when i start rappin

  • yeah hard shit you my target full fire bulleyes eye you my dart net.. i aint even start yet im nice as fuck i see the red when you cheesy like pizza i slice you up.. you right dude what? you dont spark cannons at dark times i see ya heart hides you aint bout death or killin fuck a hero i only give respect to villains.. its either stab stab death death or jab jab left left sleep is given all my speech with the spit as deep as the ocean floor the way i end life i promote the morgue! OMEGA. beef?

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  • this beat should have been longer but its still an intense beat...

  • Escape from the evil awaken the people deceived by the deep hole so unpromissing, but imagine what all our love can bring above the kings so inderneath thhe highestcan read the words coming out of my lips on to this page that I writ I fly with the angels of psychics and never lie kid

  • what's this background picture?

  • real recognize real instrumentals that lie deep in ur inner mental question reality..parallel universe scientist validity..propel the inner kid in me mind confused...ur sanity shaken feel like u hearing bells reality one consists of demons another angels don't worry the universe is safeguarded GOD protects the brave hearted let ur mind elevate articulate vivid images let ur hand wonder write ur thoughts in the blank pages so as long as u begin with I SEEK REFUGE IN GOD then u ready to start
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  • Its one thing to be beaten, its another to be beaten by the inside out -

    thats the truth eatin', clawing from the inside and trying to get out -

    it hurts to recognize, but recognize he who harbors the fault,

    in the end the answer comes from the answer'ers mouth.

    Any enemies your mind may have created are false,

    every last one of them that are putting pressure on your pulse -

    are mental mechanisms of defense hidden in stealth,

    so always remember to curse your curse -- is to curse yourself.

  • thats the shit!\

  • angels an demons in co-existence is unbalanced,

    i'm two in a body leavin rappers wit some challange,

    a cross between evil an serenity, i seem to be the energy,

    to see you automatically become feeble as the enemy,

    i leave werds in critical states, subliminal traits,

    you aint harmin time..the only thing you killin is space,

    i'm willin to break this eight an start drillin ya face,

    i'm still in the matrix hate this dark skill that i grace,

    i digress, once upon a time i tried death

  • w/ politicians the plot always thickens, now they fusin the system they usin to abuse ya, like a modern day Medusa, money is their eyes to seize ur lives, turn ur debt into a stone hold til everything u own is owed, and now its all overflowed n the only real currency is jewels n gold, so infomercials roll w/ urgency to get urs sold, so they can gobble up the rest of ur soul til ur walkin pennyless from pole to pole.

  • @sk8tergrl07

    I love to see their pain as they struggle with all their might.

    Tell them Lathai e Nosticai like in the Passion of the Christ.

    That last shit wasn't right, but it's the fuel that gives me life.

    Like ripping off a haters hide to hold the carcass up with pride.

    This really isn't No's, he chose to channel a demon.

    Through Enochian Magic sealed with a blood signed agreement.

  • I get his body for an hour in exchange for achievement,

    of a script that's more like the battlecries of behemoth.

    Knowledge of this pact hit me around the age of 5.

    Then came the time in my life where all I could do was cry.

    At the age of 9 did you contemplate suicide?

    Not only did I consider it. I honestly fucking tried.

    But with how I just survived, it was like I was kept alive, or to put it another something just wouldn't let me DIE.

  • GET THE FUCK UP GODDAMMIT. Your work is finished.

    How the hell I can use your body if your flesh isn't living?

    Your making me livid, with this,

    weak needy gibberish.

    Here, I'll give you a gift bitch, I'll make you cynic.

    Jaded and slowly rusting, satisfied? Never lusting,

    and if you pull that shit again I'll hang your ass myself. Trust me.

    So I got myself to work, sat down, and scribed some horrors.

    About my past existences and the fate of my adorers.

  • To pour it out was torture, like picking entire orchards,

    of disgusting, rotting fruit. While barely knowing who you worked for.

    I wanted to let it go, let it never be known,

    but something kept pushing me, see, it's better if told,

    by a broken souled scarecrow with Tourette's syndrome,

    so I reflected the poems, by giving breath to the tome.

    I'm going deaf to the tone, all that's left is a drone,

    of many malicious thoughts that are best left in my dome.

  • At the age of 12 the madness hit a malaria fevered pitch,

    and it became all that I was because it didn't make me sick.

    I was rhyming to hurt, realizing my work, could blast a fucker so bad his bones would poke through his shirt.

    So I turned on myself, and yes I loved the result.

    Then did the same shit again to bless my wounds with some salt.

    This process I had found was like a key to a vault,

    that contained a ravenous beast but I would greet the assault.

  • Before I opened it, believe me, I'd prepared myself plenty.

    But to my mild shock I found the space was now empty.

    So in disappointment and fear, I searched for what wasn't there,

    and in attempt to make it clear, I felt that I had to share,

    my indulged sicknesses of greed murder and rape,

    taking the lives of others to find a lust that I could slake,

    Consuming their flesh even though I didn't like the taste,

    See, it's not that beast wasn't there.. It just had quietly ESCAPED.

  • This the battle of the wicked and evil Versus the Good and the Ritcheous Better pick a side cuz both sides are colliding hold on tight cuz this is the power of the godz reigning the kingdom with 1 fist pack leader of them dawgz ruler of the balance between Heaven an Hell livin on top of da world just need my illmatic mind not trick,tips or spells a wizard of my own thaughts no the matters not cruel cuz im the only motherfuker with balls to clean up this cesspool -AciiD-
  • sayy where u get these pics from i lk to get lost in the music and stare at em

  • Crushing this god-forsaken planet is a givin'.

    Make you feel hollow inside by just breathing in rhythm.

    I just pause, freeze, think. Everything ceases living.

    Being bound by babbling bitches brings big beast back belligerent.

    Hail Haephestine Hellspawn hunting heathens who hinder him,

    Destined Demi-god deals death, dumb dunces diminish,

    Immortalized in images involving injuring innocence.

    Fucking faggot, find it funny? Feel fatigue like father finish it.

  • so wack you decided to post a rhyme to it hmm.

  • i could picture Nas rapping to this beat!!

  • yo this shit is nice

  • yeh it is man

  • THIS BEAT IS ADDICTIVE!!!

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