Favorite Piece thread:Coleon-By tomorrow & Sylable Swordsman

[Yah-hah]

Chorus)
If i died today, yo tommorow i'd be dead
later on, maybe i'd be, reborn and live again
maybe i wouldn't, but if it's true death is forever
here's who i am, Nathan Cole, i wrote you this letter

(Verse)
it just seems that 15 is such an old age
been sad a few years, been happy a few days
at night i should pray, but i don't beleive in God
someone sick, i pray, everytime i need him's wrong
feels like i'm breathin smog, whenever i speak
and your temporary probs are never ending for me
never lettin me free, feels like i'm stuck in a cage
that's why i feel depressed and do nothin some days
deaths the cousin of rage and i'm angry all the time
used to say that i'm sad but now i call it fine
Haley across the line, she's talkin in my ear
i'm a thousand miles away just jottin in these tears
tryin to walk wit all these fears, it's trouble sometimes
back together, we're happy but it's trouble in disguise
doin nothin in the right, yo i'll feel sorrow for forever
feel like dyin right now but by tommorow it's better

(Chorus)
If i died today, yo tommorow i'd be dead
later on, maybe i'd be, reborn and live again
maybe i wouldn't, but if it's true death is forever
here's who i am, Nathan Cole, i wrote you this letter

(Verse)
my stereotype is just that typical smart kid
when i get outa line they can't beleive that i start shit
i need a new target, i'm just pickin everyday
no drugs or alcohol, that's how my cuz got sent away
i just cover up the pain, not a bitch in public see
but when it's dark and i'm lonely, it's like another me
so i'm always struggling, feels like i'm wearin a mask
cause when i look at people they're just staring right past
every year goes by so fast, but every second passes slow
settin and thinking, like i just need a chance to grow
just need a chance show that i can be a better person
smart ass who's insecure, my self image is conserning
not living but i'm learning, wish i could start over again
not dumb enough to end my life, not smart enough to live
because of this i often sit, just hours in my head
would they forget me completely tommorow if i'm dead

(Chorus)
If i died today, yo tommorow i'd be dead
later on, maybe i'd be, reborn and live again
maybe i wouldn't, but if it's true death is forever
here's who i am, Nathan Cole, i wrote you this letter



Syllable Swordsman

my pad and pen like scabbord and javellin
i'm back again
slashin hymns in the back of these average men
exact revenge
grabbin tracks and extracting the wrath with in
a black abyss
fathomless pit needed to trap me in
from my Catholic grin
bitches stagger and bend plus my hazardous wit
has Mastered the pen
if you after the gift, expend disaster wit glyphs
stackin my chips
stash em' and split, then spend em after i dip
a bastard and prick
had ya convinced that i had swagger and shit
craftin my spit
a cracker rappin like great white rapids and sick
capture ya bitch
had her gaspin and slit after lappin my dick
collapsin ya clique
had em factured and kilt with hammers and bricks
not blastin with clips
slashin like a dragon with the pass of my lips
snappin ya chin
smackin ya jibs after i'm finished crackin the whip
at faggots and whimps
who rap like they pimps with caddys and shit
impact of the flip
from RPG's tossin and attackin they whips
is spectac and just bliss
snaggin' a chick with a nice ass and some tits
so after i get
in the pin, the conjugals are rapid and tend
ta leave her askin again
for me to batter her clit with my massivley big
lateral limb
snackin on men, massicate they back and they ribs
then go after they friends
make amends for sins then just go at it again
my sack and it's twig
are both maddenly thick and often strattle ya kids
females cuz masculines sick
i'm the result of acid and coke attracted and mixed
collabin with dense
Arabic kids with c4 packs strapped to they ribs
grapple and clench
cause my callauseless fists are too valued to spend
in a battle that's sinched
i'm tactical and won't attack you and miss
put scapal to skin
closin the opening when i stab you and stitch
laugh at a diss
cause bitch, i'm up skilled, imacuallate at this
graftin my skin
with abdomen slips ripped from a talentless bitch
tryin to battle me since
bafflin my sense is valent, but not active wit attempts
rapturin slick

[Ms. Lunaverse]

Oh so your Coleon. I only heard you were dope but you left or something. Swordsman song is ridiculous man. Good job, you should keep writing more stuff!

[mcZu]

Ahh, the sylable swordsman, the good old days. Brings back memories, probs Yah for doing this.