#rap

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  • soliquince 4d

    Soliquince

    What's in a name?
    Wordplay conceived as a game,
    track these long days
    back into solitude in response to a lot of you,
    coincidence? coincidentally
    it's all a ruse.
    Sol as the light of my mind baked in the sun,
    the sole consequence;
    this is who you call
    Soliquince.
    The quintessential
    multiple layered steel, no rust,
    just me cutting into you.
    You love this shit in advance to prove
    how much of die hard fans would choose
    to cut themselves like some do over boybands, I dunno who
    could understand, but I do
    (not...)
    now look at this stool,
    smoother coming out, but it fools
    y'all into thinking I'm smart,
    (I'm not...)
    hating you; but how could you be so cruel?
    Having expectations of me?
    It's what I expect basically,
    so when a few weeks
    passes by when nothing comes out;
    turns to months
    I'm feeling gaggle fucked.
    Even though you probably don't mind,
    it's fine, I'm just spazzing now.
    The mind is our
    worst enemy, double edged if we don't slow down...
    ©soliquince

  • rodney 4d

    16th June, 2021.
    11:25 p.m.

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    Get done.

    Something about someone is all that important when I speak about them in a verse
    I don't always rehearse before I pack their demeanor on a hearse

    I grip on tight onto my strength than on the cheese that you spread
    I rather be dead, than be understood half of what I've actually said

    I keep it all inside,

    Pride is not on which I play my side

    Tonight has been bright

    The moonlit sky speaks as if every night's dreamlike

    However the dreamer that I am has so many haters
    That they withstand from liking my truth uncovering their lies

    Truth is troublesome to the temper tantrums

    Tests are tribulations to the testaments of the fandoms

    I never said I would be where I am

    I rather disappear than stand above the throng -
    And scream my heart out

    Cause I'm just the same

    I'm not superior,
    Not even nicer

    I've a lot on my own plate to slander

    But the truth isn't slanderous to the hunter

    I'm all in awe of the wonder

    Sweet dips to strips of paper

    Paupers are all going around to cut another slack -
    To feed their family's hunger

    While the elites pull the trigger
    Like PAC PAC did really cause the trouble

    Man, I'm not a pac-man, I don't seek trouble

    I'm not even starting a rebellion,

    My wishes are steady,
    I'm a stallion

    I run fast,
    I run free,
    In spite of the one's that tried to gallop some

    From all of the people that are called ‘dumb’

    Unworthy of even bread crumbs

    I've this for you my people from the slums

    Your Iives are true,

    While the poetry can rhyme with poverty

    The officers are not the ones that have been working for the love

    They are under the pressure of political possessions

    While the votes run the button down

    NOTA needs a more detailed description
    Before you press on

    You might learn

    In life,

    It is not the things you've done

    It is what you did, and gets carried on.

    ©rodney

  • shivhare 4d

    Ghalib

    Mera waqt bita jarur hai lekin gujra nahi, Mera man shaant jarur hai par astitwa mita nahi.

    Main aasmaan dekho toh darthi bhi chumta hun, Kisi talisman ka mahutaj nahi jo waqt badal doon, Mere naam aane wala kal nahi jamaana likha jayga, Baate badi jarur karta hun par gurur nahi,

    Ghalib sa takht mera kisi insaan jaisa rutha nahi.
    ©shivhare

  • soliquince 4d

    Cause and Effect Full

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't
    for my lungs
    being shriveled up
    from more than a couple puffs
    and roids;
    my voice
    could move nations.
    Lines could bring lines to stadiums,
    rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores
    conform to the new age
    of degraded degenerates.
    Baptized in hentai,
    wait for your confirmation;
    incentivized to let that nut fly,
    (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.)
    But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail; (should've pulled out, right?)
    jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes, whiten a smile,
    asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    Well I'll dance around
    like a circus clown;
    "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out.
    (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me,
    I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down,
    this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound
    the internet makes when there's bars to whine about.
    Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it.
    You just look for a bench to sit
    on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick
    but you'll never mention it
    cause he's a family friend,
    and your balls deep into it.
    Cause you're intimate
    life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid,
    then wonder why he likes men
    ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again,
    but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    The more you powder your wig,
    the louder I spit.
    Bitch to me; call what I see,
    wash you out with brown listerine.
    Break hay fevers like an antihistamine,
    Cattle prod, culture shock,
    rip the feed muzzles off
    and strap 'em to your cock.
    Cowardly shit I am not,
    hourly grazing Tik Tok,
    Trolli sour gummy worms,
    I remember eating those alot.
    (Still do, guess nothing's changed, I thought I'd grown up and kicked the habit but...)
    Tick tock, tick tock,
    same differences,
    hold your crosses,
    all your salt, rosaries and holy water, (toss it!)
    Aim your crosshairs,
    pitchforks, remotes,
    weild your keyboards,
    (you're gonna need those...)
    empty your replies like gun smoke,
    you know you don't
    wanna look in the mirror, but I peer through.
    Can't see me like Nosferatu,
    or a two way tinted pane
    sucking your potential for attempted fame
    straight from the vein,
    while you bitch and complain...

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 4d

    Cause and Effect pt. 3

    The more you powder your wig,
    the louder I spit.
    Bitch to me; call what I see,
    wash you out with brown listerine.
    Break hay fevers like an antihistamine,
    Cattle prod, culture shock,
    rip the feed muzzles off
    and strap 'em to your cock.
    Cowardly shit I am not,
    hourly grazing Tik Tok,
    Trolli sour gummy worms,
    I remember eating those alot.
    (Still do, guess nothing's changed, I thought I'd grown up and kicked the habit but...)
    Tick tock, tick tock,
    same differences,
    hold your crosses,
    all your salt, rosaries and holy water, (toss it!)
    Aim your crosshairs,
    pitchforks, remotes,
    weild your keyboards,
    (you're gonna need those...)
    empty your replies like gun smoke,
    you know you don't
    wanna look in the mirror, but I peer through.
    Can't see me like Nosferatu,
    or a two way tinted pane
    sucking your potential for attempted fame
    straight from the vein,
    while you bitch and complain...
    ©soliquince

  • rodney 1w

    14th June, 2021.
    11:14 a.m.

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    Life is tough,
    I need to make a living.


    Walked brittle,
    Little to nothing makes words
    Spit bars through hurdles.

    I'm my own personal,

    I'm my own guard,
    I don't trust any of 'em,
    That take their time to look at my life,
    But fail to comprehend.

    I fall straight to sleep,
    Then wake up to sweat again.

    My hustles are feather light,
    But my vision is fly.

    I might be irrelevant to the ones,
    I applaud but never get a like.

    Life is beautiful,
    But most of the time,
    My love that I give - never reciprocates.

    Under the shelter of the expectations,
    I quit on my allegiance,

    I have strangers,

    Congratulating my knack.

    On my birthday last may,
    I didn't blow candles,
    I kept it all quiet.

    I ones that know my worth know,

    That my birth is on Emily's death day.

    I come in, I play bait for all the unwanted attentions.

    They hear my music,
    And come around and say he's not even a believer.

    Man, if I stood in front of a mirror,
    I know I'm a sinner.

    What are you—
    A self proclaimed saviour?

    Bury your lies,
    Judge not anyone by their sweat.

    Life is tough,
    I need to make a living.

    Life is tough,
    I need to make a living.

    All around the corner of my eyes,
    I see a tear that never dries.

    I've lost more than I received.

    The favour that I got,
    Came back to weigh a debt on a scale.

    So, when I bury my views,
    People assume I'm already on the other end.

    Man, what is life?

    Is it who is able to bend around and pick your pen?

    Or is it in bending your head,
    While you mind corresponds to what you've read?

    Something about someone is an opinion,

    Something about my life,

    Is somewhat mystic.

    Don't take words out of a clairvoyant,

    I know more than you can ever imagine,
    When you lie there on your gains.

    And I, lay back and count forth my days,
    Till I have my words etched on somebody's body or mind,
    Or the best of both - a graffiti on spray cans!

    ©rodney

  • ngalyon87 1w

    Bad Vibes

    I'm a monster call me the yeti
    I'm shooting up some fetty
    Like it's some fucking confetti
    I said im down for my setty
    I'm so very ready
    Needle in hand
    Hit that vein nice and steady
    Bitch I know this is deadly
    Sometimes I can be petty
    Suicide on my mind
    I only fly high
    High up in the sky
    Oh my
    Do or die
    ride or die
    I'll slide right by while you catch you a bullet in the eye
    I can't lie
    And no I'm not smoking the loud
    I'm a fiend but I'm still proud
    I don't want to ever come down
    So hand me the crown
    King shit all around
    All of the pussy I wanna pound
    Then I slide right on out of the town
    Without even a sound
    I don't fuck around boy
    I'll lay your body on the ground
    ©ngalyon87

  • soliquince 1w

    Easy to see Cause and Effect pt. 1 and 2

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't for my lungs
    being shriveled up
    from more than a couple puffs and roids;
    my voice
    could move nations.
    Lines could bring lines to stadiums,
    rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores
    conform to the new age of degraded degenerates.
    Baptized in hentai, wait for your confirmation; incentivized to let that nut fly,
    (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.)
    But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail;
    (should've pulled out, right?) jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes,
    whiten a smile,
    asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?

    Well I'll dance around like a circus clown; "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out.
    (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me, I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down,
    this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound
    the internet makes when there's bars to complain about.
    Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it.
    You just look for a bench to sit
    on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick
    but you'll never mention it cause he's a family friend,
    and your balls deep into it.
    Cause you're intimate
    life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid,
    then wonder why he likes men
    ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again,
    but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 1w

    Cause and Effect pt. 2

    Well I'll dance around like a circus clown; "hyuk hyuk" and a "fuck!" while I and your scarecrow wife are making out. (I mean your scarecrow wife and I,) will be, you know me, I went to your Mormon housewarming party last week.
    Calm down, this is a comedy piece for my ears cause I love the sound the internet makes when there's bars to complain about. Insensitive, irreverent, intelligent, but you'll never mention it. You just look for a bench to sit on the sidelines while your nine year old's coach wets his dick but you'll never mention it cause he's a family friend, and your balls deep into it. Cause you're intimate life's kinda stale, spice it up with your kid, then wonder why he likes men ten years off a bend getting bent over, getting strangled, coming again and again, but the "truth of it is..."

    I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 1w

    Cause and Effect pt. 1

    I can sing a couple of Eminiem songs word for word,
    and if it weren't for my lungs being shriveled up from more than a couple puffs and roids; my voice could move nations. Lines could bring lines to stadiums, rhymes would bring young kids who don't wanna do chores conform to the new age of degraded degenerates. Baptized in hentai, wait for your confirmation; incentivized to let that nut fly, (at least it's not to a cross dressed guy.) But I got your kid saying "Kawaii."
    Going out in public with a tail; (should've pulled out,) jewellery encrusted vultures widen their eyes, whiten a smile, asking somebody else's parents why, why?!

    Cause I'm cause and effect,
    "My kid wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for him!"
    Your mini me not being interested in world politics,
    cause I don't want no part of it.
    Too scared to talk to women
    so 2D is what receives prayers.
    Cause I'm a comparative threat
    to a communal terrorist,
    apparent as fly fucked glass.
    a parent scared of their own past,
    so pass that shadow under the table;
    cable rots minds but it's less poison than what kept y'all stable.
    But I'm the cause and effect?!
    You hear your own bullshit?
    ©soliquince

  • rodney 1w

    13th June, 2021.
    11:43 p.m.

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    Dedicate.

    Come through,
    Come through for what you've known to be in me

    If I was cut throat,
    I'd be in L.A. making more money than I could gloat

    I'm here, innit?
    I'm here, innit?

    I love my art,
    I can't really remember what it actually mean

    Anymore

    No more

    Ask me about it and my answers turns sour

    Wicked men,
    Stipulated time

    Asked me why,
    I gave them my lie

    Forgive me for I've been a sinner

    Day till night

    I fight my fight

    My right is wrong to the throng
    So I throw this poem away to lay on my phone,

    Long form writings for this rhyme

    I think not of anybody else's name

    I drink a lot of water to make my moves as sluggish as slime

    My English is second language

    But my love is for its syllable patronage

    I don't encourage no white background to my eyes

    I neither hold a black flag

    I'm a panther, no longer a black one

    I'm a street formed household namesake

    If you meet me around my coldest wake

    I ignore you till you leave my face

    The race that I relay in has been going on for 4 years straight

    I can say that I concede in your contest

    But I rather pick up my brain back to hold it together instead

    For who is a hypocrite?

    If it isn't I - or my rhymes that I dedicate.

    ©rodney

  • rodney 1w

    10th June, 2021.
    11:05 p.m.

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    For myself.

    Work hard,
    I'm not a bard.

    I sing like a hummingbird,
    I'm heard, I feel more content if I was turned to curd.

    I love cheese but butter melts under heat.

    My hearing is clear,
    During the pandemic I thought,
    I'd never hear.

    My block has set free,
    On my creed.

    My music doesn't always ear kiss.

    I rather rap on some loud bass to hurt you with what life is,
    Than what these wannabes pretend to be it is.

    I'm not all for glory,
    I'm satisfied with what I create.

    Rap has always been about how great I am,
    Please forgive me - mine is instead how true I can span my life.

    I'm not a rapper,
    I ain't even a sharp shooter,

    But when people gas me up on lithium,
    Rather than on helium,

    My explosion hurts the unintended.

    My greed is dim,
    My aim is grim.

    My desires are lithe,
    I was always told that I wasn't supposed to speak.

    Ever since I was left on my own - back in my bedroom.
    Writing poems on these platforms,
    Like I make a dime out of anything I do.

    I'm sorry, I don't.

    They say hard work always pays;
    I've always been one who never got paid.
    My friends think I'm lazy,

    While I scrap through another Netflix show under the impression of my haze.

    While I scribble a hundred lines per day.

    That's my speed of my syllables in my syllabus of mind.

    I rather spit on the choices I've made,
    Than blame it on anybody else that had a say.

    Most of the ones that I thought were my friends,
    Changed their minds on who I was like fashion trends.

    So, in memory of the ones that I never had the chance to say goodbye.

    Here's a trace.

    I was younger then,

    With failures on my back,

    Enough to file it, contemplate or negotiate my aim.

    But now since I'm where I said I am.

    I write about my heart,

    On these cartwheels,
    I let them all roll and heal.

    That's why, I smile more often than say something vile.

    'Cause man, since the day I lost the person I loved the most,

    I've been living like I've no two ways to escape this life I've made for myself.

    ©rodney

  • rodney 2w

    #rap

    7th June, 2021.
    11:50 p.m.

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    Parlays.

    Three people,
    Love triangle.

    Sing for the singles,

    Song for the ones saving themselves,

    For the love that needs attention and attachments.

    I've always been a senti,
    When it came to my people,

    I always put them on pedestals.

    The Beatles, went their separate ways.

    One direction too.

    However, backstreet boys are on tour.

    How people become memories,
    And how it hurts you that you didn't hold yourself above.

    In silence, there's something trifle,
    And that's not ignorance.

    Repentance is funny for the grown up infants.

    I sing in falsetto as much as I rap low - breathless.

    One of the symptoms of covid has always been my passion with my sweat,

    That's why I don't hesitate,
    When I strike without caution.

    I'm not nauseous,
    I'm only pious,
    When it comes to my faith.

    My kind of hate is—

    I let it all go,

    So my Lord has my vengeance on His date.

    I'm happy,
    Sinning a little lesser.

    I'm walking stiffer,

    My boldness has met my courage,

    My pages of the past has known of your damage,

    Henceforth, I carry myself on my back,

    I need not your praise.

    I do it for my own parlay,

    All along I apologized for the things I didn't do or say,

    Onwards will my name be dealt as BRAVE.

    ©rodney

  • rodney 2w

    4th June, 2021.
    10:30 a.m.

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    Every time.

    I better not lie,
    I say this to myself,
    Every time that I try

    People love gossips,
    I love to simply hide
    Under the impression of the promises I never have to keep.

    I love not trouble,
    But I attract them plenty.

    I love not rebels,
    But they speak to me like I've led a rebellion to their graves.

    I keep it all low,
    Under the shadows of my poems.

    I keep it all to myself,
    When they point fingers and cross them to say I'll never grow.

    Most of them like to talk about their experiences,
    Experimentations with the drugs and their lust that sucks them dry.

    I can't say that these people don't make a saint cry,

    So much so that these chameleons change before they can see,
    What they've done to their lives.

    It is not in what you believe,
    It is rather in what most try to convince.

    The way the audience move and get mind controlled to their deaths.

    Most used to speak truths about their life,
    But now it seems like those music were from the ancient.

    Nowadays the artists aren't even hesitant,
    When they say what they say.

    The explicit tag doesn't even make sense.
    The way they try to manipulate the young minds.

    To seek sex, do drugs and chase rich is evident enough to what I've said.

    I'm not perfect,
    However, I'd never want my children to listen to what they've consistently said.

    Art is not nudity recited in words instead.

    Art is honesty, yet never explicit in its intent.

    Break some more currency,
    Your lives from the mundane.

    And, set them free from the viruses that you've imbibed.

    Inoculate the minds you've occupied.

    Leave them with the chastity of thoughts and feelings of love - every time.
    ©rodney

  • soliquince 3w

    Call that the Soul, pt. 1

    Inside the eyes of the one you love the most;
    the craft turned to style from hours, I'll give a toast.
    To what can't be seen but drives the hands of artists,
    from newly started or departed.
    Newlyweds the first night,
    a mother's child seeing stars for the first time.
    The calm that settles through every brushstroke,
    and that nostalgia of fresh rain on concrete
    on your home street.
    Whistling Robin Hood, having it memorized off the TV.
    I call that the soul.
    Head rocking with no
    music, bopping along;
    fingers tapping a song,
    singing into a spatula
    like a microphone.
    Not even hitting the right notes,
    but it feels alright;
    seelf taught, fixing your bike,
    Grease on spokes, knees hit the curb.
    But you've had worse,
    or so your friends have been told.
    First girl who's hand you'd hold,
    after, feeling 95 years old.
    Grandma's home cooked ribs filling your nose,
    feeling of love in your heart for those
    who feel the same kinda way.
    Both you and they know
    and you kinda choke up.
    Well I call that the soul.
    ©soliquince

  • rodney 3w

    30th May, 2021.
    10:41 p.m.

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    Bored.

    I'm bored, hence I took on you to write a rhyme.
    My lime, tastes more citrus when I use it with what I dine.

    My name is Rodney,
    I have no other option but to sting like a bee.

    I'm happy in my hive,
    But when you dare confront like I do,
    I never hide.

    I said I never hide!

    I recite what I've personally experienced in my life.

    People stamp on people,
    Based on the opinions of the majority.

    I rather keep it all inside,
    Than say something that I cannot take back.

    Darn, I can't even curse the people that made me who I am.
    My anger has slowed, but I write in BOLD.

    My spirit's centuries old.

    The tales have been told.

    I'm not cold, your verses are lithe and rolled.
    I dare you, dare you to sing, write, take pictures
    And create videos that are not copied or known.

    For I can touch my heart and say,
    I've been myself,
    Raw and real as the existence of your own.

    My clone

    ©rodney

  • jamesdavismcallister 3w

    You Thought You Buried Me

    You thought you buried me
    Now you'll see it's the beginning
    Resurrection,infection in your head
    And I'm in my prime call me Optimus
    Done living the lie
    cause it's my time to shine
    Like the big dipper call me flipper
    Making waves high tide
    On my grind living my life for the first time
    Not under your grip your slaves whip
    Hey man tell me hows my dick taste
    Shes just a waste
    You'll soon find out what shes all about
    Spreading her legs like a fucking disease
    Bitch bleeds 30 days a month
    You'll see shes just another slut
    Now have I said enough
    Bitch weighs more than a monster truck
    Like what the fuck
    Not just another metaphor
    Shes just a whore
    Wont stop til I settle the score
    Not taking shit from you or your fucking friends
    It all depends how you want this to end
    Cause I'm living my life for the revenge
    ©jamesdavismcallister

  • rodney 3w

    30th May, 2021.
    9:54 p.m.

    #rap

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    Parade.

    I was vibin' to this new beat of mine,
    I created something outta nothing,

    That doesn't make me originally great?
    Or, does it?
    I'm not a quitter,
    I'm neither—
    A go getter.

    I'm a stiff contender,
    But I rather spit bars to my household Items.

    Than to your face,
    Smudged with a phased out gaze.

    I see your body language,
    While you try to correct mine,

    I don't feel enraged as I did once,
    My peace is still,
    Poured some milk,
    And made myself a drink -

    Now I feel energised to spit some rhymes with every beat that beats
    Under the impression of your dismantled digress

    I rap for my sense of voice,
    The music that I write is for the silence of decoys.

    No noise, I suppose I'm nice.
    With the words I use to communicate.

    My good mate, you're only nice with what I throw on your plate
    While you drive around in cars with switched licence plates.

    I'm here with my birth name
    So stay behind,
    I don't like people that play spies

    Espionage, your ways are disposed out of extinct pace

    Most of my classmates,
    Laughed at my ups and lows.
    They tried to mimick my ways
    Of singing with bass

    Yo, I never gave a thought for their praise,
    Now they're backing up my back,
    Where they tried hard to stab

    I bled myself to sleep,
    To wake up again

    I say it again,
    Like I've told a million times.

    I did it for me,
    No thank youse or privilege.

    You did doubt on what I say,
    Play around my psyche,
    Trying to fetch speech with baits
    That's decayed.

    I'm not afraid of what I say,
    What I said,
    Neither to your false pretences
    Of motivation,
    When all you did was slander my music
    And poems.

    You want followers to prove you're self worth,

    Of which I've realized that since my birth.

    This earth is geoid.
    You are void and I'm here not to argue with the people that can't even see it's a conversation.

    You're a sloth,
    I play lazy to work hard till 3 in the midnight.

    I do this for the passion,
    I do this for no standing ovation.
    I do this,
    All over again,
    Through doubts, questions and humiliations.

    For I know your opinions are solely based on your wasted days.
    Your smile is a smirk,
    You are hurt because it doesn't work,
    On me or in the way I persevere with my spark.

    So,
    Go go where you belong,
    Into self employed damage,
    Spiraling down to the floor of your own handmade lonesome
    Parade.

    ©rodney

  • rodney 3w

    29th May, 2021.
    9:16 a.m.

    #rap #christianrap

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    What will?

    People like talks going around the back of the backs of people,

    My Dad always said, “Son be nice, this world is sin and the death keeps us all in.”

    I say, if forgiveness is greater than the slander that they keep speaking,

    I'm ahead of the speech and the way it screeches before they hit their disc brakes.

    I'm here in - dead to sin - I need to win -
    I don't have a choice but to stay clean,

    For I'm mighty with my Lord within,

    I fight with the nastiness of the silhouette dreams,

    I paint colourful pictures extracted from the venom of the same snakes,

    Trying to fang up deep,
    I'm not into the mass of the world's peep.

    I keep my eyes seen,
    And my life keen,

    I write and rap what I write - from the depths


    No, not the hell,
    No, not the earth,

    My home is where my Lord is,
    Where He wants me.

    Central ascension of the bride,

    But the only thing that the bride ever was,
    Was never no virgin.

    Every vice, every time
    Lust in, lust out.

    Caught in the traumatic whirlwind.

    In self pity,
    In between the act of acting rowdy
    And fake humility.

    Who's to blame when we carry on with masks of purity?

    Am I a preacher?
    Or am I a young man with words put in his mouth that I cannot deny?

    Everything is pretty unless it cuts wide,
    Pours spice inside,
    With every thought and passed time,

    I'm like, Lord why are people two times worse than what they say they hide.

    I'm not perfect,
    Atleast I try not to dishonour.

    The people that break the truths,
    Paint them as white lies.

    When all that they do is play throw with knives.

    Bible urges us to cover ourselves with love, above anything else.

    So, why do I hear presumptuous judgements before the church bells?

    I read, memorize and recite the verses from honest depths.

    While I hear people with children so lost in the world,
    With vices so crept up with snow and booze coupled with loud club noise,
    Speak about allegiance to God's praise?

    Whose ways shows the world to speak nice,
    Dress modest, than show thighs.

    Man, I've had my time with lust,
    Around the world of temporary cast of seductress.

    Unclean bodies drenched in stink of colours of skin.

    I am what I choose to be - I've got free will.

    If that doesn't convince your eyes to keep off from the bottles of pills,

    I ain't sure of what will?

    ©rodney

  • shayari_culture 3w

    Jhoothe hote hai

    Kuch log bewafa nhi bs roothe hote hai,
    Sbko hasaane wale andr se toote hote hai,
    Kya kha hasta boht hu mein!❗
    Kuch haste chehre jhoothe bhi hote hai,
    ©shayari_culture