Book Of Rhymes

[mcZu]

14 old verses from my book of rhymes, it's alot, yes. However, I would appreciate the feedback so I can decide wether to keep 'em or throw 'em away. Appreciate the feed ya'll, even if you only feed on verse.


[1]
Jumping from topic to topic...NBA goes TBA...
When we be balling in the sequel....people say;
Fights....are healthy for a relationship....
So when we relate to fights, shit, we get sick of it
Laughing and asking why we called each other bricks...
We were drowning, going under with bricks....
Now we building up errything with them solid bricks
Broke the ice with an ice pick, scratch the surface
Currently Titanic... scratch that, look at Zu’s face..
Chest feeling like a Titan, all filled up with anger
36 questions ‘bout Wu started it, like them Chambers...
Got lost looking for the Keys, No One could help me
Like a Ghost dwelling looking for Styles that affect me
A Kiss might have helped me.. helped me...
Getting an L, O and X’s...walking on Thee Block, see
It feels hard to cope with the pain inside the heart
Coke aint gonna help... So I better don’t start
I know she prolly mad for the same reason I Am....
But if we keep it Untitled we bound to jam...
It Was Written, we were meant to be together...
So let’s get on one line together...yes together...
Let’s leave this fight already baby...iight?
So the fight can say we left...‘cause we are all right...

[2]
Parallel dimensions cross when I drop ink on my pad
Pharaoh missions blink by the sight of my wrath
So nothing left like the alternative of right
Something tells me I altered the path of might
That something might be my insight; lyrical might
Enemies in a period of freight, insist on getting it right
So I missed it when I lifted it up from its holder; a cup
Filled with the opposite of a blood; to night
Like the one thing that get’s Kal-el out of sight
So I shall sell a shell that will excel beyond sick mail
Not the opposite of a woman but whom could not fail
when he crosses like x my road; an axe with a broad
blade sharpened to harbor my lyrical fallacy is bars or;
A sip from that cup mentioned a couple of bars back
Green is what we people want; wisdom is what we lack
Though I wish; that seldom would be always in that
That refers to a sever sewer like move that suits facts
When you read a paragraph or graffiti graphed;
In red colors all over the wall in front of you; sad
Why?..well that red color is exactly what I drank
Though the opposite of what I referred to reversed back
Blank;
can’t see a thing, or is it black that surrounds my sins
my body gets loose like not wining; my axe soaked in
blood, bruises that have the color of past tense explosions
mixed up and we’re back at the problem at hand;
five fingers couldn’t address the stressing facts
The matrix has the fake vortex of greed trapped
In common context; hence the word ‘con’ with text
My text is strictly lyrical impression from hip hops vortex
Last period made by my ink after my last bar of rhymes
Makes the parallel dimensions dwell further aligned…

[3]
...If, if, if, if it’s a tossup -you know
I gets head.. ‘cause I’m a boss like Hugo
Look, Zu is dueling with Zu’s ego
He go; altering the flow like the moon does, yo
‘till the definition of divine defines my alter ego
Keep going yo ‘till my hands touch green like Shego
Girls act like Yes-Man, they can’t say no, no
...So yo...
So check this mate, I’m like a Kasparov –chess play
If ya’ll spit money, I spit cash per cough -erry day *cough*
Yes- I’m sicker than Gandhi with a Kalashnikov
With no gun’s I’ll ...make you fade like Casper at a barber shop
Stop...Stop
I’ll make your limbs, torso and head -rest
Your life is as meaningless as TVs in a headrest
So.. better invest in a coffin headrest
I’m stronger than Kanye West and daftpunk, punk
Your weak, like that part of a month,
My bars more concentrated than pages in Mein Kampf
You’re a bunch of pussies, making me sick, see
Battling you would be no rap, but more like gynecology
Do you guys still follow me? I heard...
‘cause I’m the shepherd, that you guys are outta words
Word? Yeah you jerk.....Yeah just burp
‘cause you aint getting a pardon from this lyrical slaughter
You want air? Go get yourself a son or a daughter
Son listen, my flow flows like them Eden waters
So like dropping the R of bro...don’t bother
...fighting me.. ’cause all I get is a laughter, your softer...

[4]
Lyrical physician diagnose through verbal incisions
Physical lyricism a paradigm for lyrical visions
Imprisoned in them so called epistemology cases
Methodology phases face some diabolical races
Against entomology numerous poisonous inflations
Indicating benign hindsight verbal death angels
Coming to guillotine the guilty soaked with kerosene
And lit a lit fused with a fuse sparked by a mean
Produced angle of depth deduced from an extreme
Point of view located in quantum physical areas
Metaphorical appendix pixilated in Pico sizes hysteria
Picture that magnified by a lens in a different galaxy
Beg to differ and I’ll differentiate the gallons and degrees
Your limbs become stiffer and your throat soar like shit
Rigor mortis regulates the regular rate of the term stiff
Helium magnesium oxygen magnetized magma handles
With lava filled candles pushed against your ankles
So waterboarding seems childplay if you monitor
The weather changes in my lyrical mono predator
Whether; torturing or making you sorry ass forfeiting
I stay puzzling with words until you stop fo’ fo’ aiming
Supposedly aiming ‘cause opposites pose and stay in
Vice versa mode ‘till a modus idem ditto’s those
Reflecting reflections of a fata morgana rose
Embedded in a heavenly defined mirage or miracle
Stings each time you hell bound with rage or get physical
Yet vasculitis vacuum your veins with minor cellulites
In vain trying to be invading the brain with cells UV lighted
Neurologists surprised due to the anti-bodies priced
Tax free yet they hex the fees on aqua like a walking Christ
I’m a talking lyrical device yet emotional blessed
Rational hexed to be too logic thinking about some ends

[5]
Life is centered on ‘if’, so our journey is based on doubt.
The mouth is marked with hesitation, so there is no doubt-
That the ‘f’, in life, is a cloak to cover up the hoax of life
So we coax ourselves to connect with things called ‘right’
Enter war thinking it’s about who’s right, it’s about who’s left
We try not to give up and stay down with our shoes intact
While we walk on water and suffer from a messiah complex
When the rain pours we better be on Noah’s arks deck
Life’s fragile so we support it with frames like an architect
While trying to be good like one of the arch angels in fact
There don’t go days by where we don't think with whom we stand
Evil or good? .... At the end of the day we just try to withstand

[6]
Rhymes tighter then a Borat speedo; see though
I come hard like infinite unmatched libido
Plot my moves like Machiavelli Niccolo
Call me The Prince – ‘cause I reign and win dough
Pause; whether, looking through the window
Or making Her Eye Gain a new white stain yo,
I always bust bars with a furious explosive blow;
So…You stay focused on green like Piccolo
I rather stay true to my artistic integrity though.
I’m integrated with a rougher superior flow;
Similar to similes sharper then a scimitar row;
In symmetry singular with synced punch line blows,
Making you get a hunch from this lyrical show
Based on facts transmitted through out this song so…
Complex interior shaped up to ridicule inferior mo-
-tives; ripped from these so called artists down low…

[7]
Don’t bother fighting me; you’re no match
I lit the fire underneath Wu-ever like meth.
Turn the floor red-man; so you’re an X-man.
Not a mutant, rather dead due to this lyrical ruger.
Physically super; genetically uber, you end up being a loser.
So take a knife and finish it; just cut your loses.
Be on say; a spike bed like... Hov-is;
I just brought this, dynamite dynasty in this fight.
Lyrically I top even Himalaya heights;
Turn your life scene cold, like Alaska sights.
Bomb freight when I spit; explosive delivery, ight
Supposedly endlessly; was sup, with your anatomy?
Fanatically, rearranging your genetic code;
Generate a combustion flow; pound your head so,
You equal US dough, you S as in small though;
I am extra large as Chino; I’ll scar your face like al Pacino.
My bars love to face hate; swine flu sickness when I grace,
An instrumental with rhymes fly as the Mil Mi-28…

[8]
Gloves, hands; heat on hands like a firearm ‘cause man;
It’s cold out there; winter has unfolded its aura, its flair.
Damn; it even covers the season of lovers - bummer
I sprung back to the summer; off-road like a hummer
Came off spring; like pregnancy ending – no soft things
Except for the snow that’s landing; on the ground now…
So far I have found, that the sound surrounding my house
Comes from this blizzard; that has distanced the visions
Of surviving in this cold unbreakable prison;
So I need the key to seal the past behind my shield – a field
Call it Scofield; I show deals to myself to try to escape
This vault – I masquerade my faults; they try to barricade my thoughts
Bars rack my abdomen apart, I lay my heart – from the very start
On tracks, articulate through art, while my pen circulate my thoughts
Until I envision my cause; in this world, until then I do it with words…

[9]
Lesser versions of me like low-life no sexual intercourse
Trying to write verses like me with no sense of course;
The claim they sick like ‘aids be’ them like horsepower
No Porsche; nor do I force my sentences like Yoda
I go back to the source; ‘met a date’ in the past like Yoga
I went back fast; however, rewind button got stuck so I
Opened a new a dimension with my pencil and insight
Rhymed in tension; the pin sealed and proceeded to invite
My finger to trigger my adrenaline to pull it out of context
So I stood revising my tactic; rhymes in my cerebral cortex
Visual or text; I can shoot missiles while I rap more text
I infect beats with a sick delivery until I enter this vortex
In fact; I map my whole route when I think about the roots
So I’m heading a direction; like giving brain to a way… (Pause)
Haters tend to drift away of topic; like tires soaked in rain
So all I can say; I hustle minus the ki’s and struggle minus the pain

[10]
No problem; I’m a thesis for Einstein’s physics crossed with Caesar
Problems get solved; I revolve around brain seizures
Expand beyond deeper; my mind is the opposite of cheaper
I have more then enough thoughts; gifted in counting like an accounting reaper
Murder enemies with mathematical features, insane parallel fever
Installed in a ‘paramedic chest kit shout’ flow; I’m eager
To go over heads like eagles, deserted when I land with an eagle
A desert one to be precise when I claim to be legal, in fact;
I never shot someone; though don’t tempt my cerebral cortex
Feasible rap with a beastial act when I grace paper with an ink dap
Let the words sink in that, and flow the drained sharpness like a wet axe
I said that; and I’ll set rap to an extend beyond earth dwelling facts
Until I coexist with coefficient hip hop quotient, sickened in sicker raps
So I thicken my vivid rap with rhymes listed to kill instrumentals mad;
And I further the hip hop essence with my pens presence when I jot a sentence
Its pure sense and essential, as in pure hip hop back from the credentials…

[11]
Evolution of lyrics backwards; ‘No it u love’
Revolution rewinded; ‘No it u lover’
Missing the S, so it’s a story concerning no ex
Wishing to ask, sounded the horn with a Y
While the other was closed, looking past the hoes
Opening up windows, like XP shows, I try to win dough,
Though it comes with a P-rice, mi-grain twice,
Needed an ass-pirin, she said but; and turned backwards to the ceiling,
Stomach interacts, with the sheets in fact; coming in with a dash,
Her eye gain, a liquid like stain, coloured white coming from the main,
Shaft, she took a shower fast, got her legs waxed, then she got dressed,
Gave me a kiss like the lox, ‘Ciao my love’ came out her voice box,
Replied the same, applied my game, her name matched mine,
She always in my mind, replay the content of my mind,
She mind blowing like a multi syllable rhyme, exclusive
Like an old aged wine, young lady with a gorgeous body line,
Story about to seek signs, of an ending episode of rhymes,
To be the continued in some other lines…

[12]
Motion picture rating system wise I’m a lyrical triple X
Soaked in a figurative speech that goes physical with living facts
Coming hard is just a common thing for a rap Davinci in fact;
My code infects like a virus with living cyanide that maps,
Out all the enemy lines that cross my lines when I do rap.
So figure out why I grab the mic and break up the fasting
Hungry and I digest way past the average rate of decent rapping
Metabolism crossed with lyricism when I grace an instrumental
Instant defeat for enemies after I engage in a phase of sentinels
Rap pyramid vividly painted by a rap arsonist with flaming fists
‘Cause I have a fire which equals Ra drawn in hieroglyphics
Physics study my visual phenomenon when I spit in glitches
‘Cause I flow way to natural for a change in thee rap scripture
Pause the show and play the chain of ending lyrical figures
Similar to the economy declining demand and supply rate
So supply more lyrical anatomy in the verses that apply change.

[13]
I’m feeling secluded lately, really deluded daily
Seeking for company, especially from her mainly
No company could relate to this heavy depression
Nobody could relate to this steady regression...
Since the day that she had stolen my heart
She has been incarcerated in one of my brain parts
I’m being cupid target rated from the clouds above
He is seeing my stupid movements seeking for love
Laughing at me ‘cause, she caught me in her eyes
I want to make him hit her with an arrow that flies
I’m building this Babylon tower, towards the clouds
Ready to be stealing cupid’s power and be disguised
As him......shoot her and make her fall for me
No time left, before I fall from this wall in the sea
With no water....nor a bottom ........nothing
Stitch the wound before it becomes something
It seems I don’t fit in these global pants anymore
So I apparently need to put my ass on another shore
Though she really makes it worth staying here
For her I’m willing to take away the atmosphere
This stuff is atom clear yet it doesn’t make sense
I’m caught between love and a life threat suspense
Slightly impressed, rightly obsessed so what’s left?
Dryly drowning instead, sightlessly looking for her head
Vaguely catching her body figure in the thick fog
Fake impression of hatching out, like a mammal duck
Trying to fly away while I’m stuck, just swimming
Trying to go against the stream, yet I’m skimming
Through my life’s pages, seeking for the phrases
That are engraved on some paragraphs and it amazes
Me how my life phases have turned into sad faces
With masks on that cover up the facts like this fog
Am I willing to live in a dream with no alarm clock?
I can’t get up, stuck in sharp quick sand made of tears
Rather warp away from here like a trick with cheers
No magic show....though I feel like an illusion
No fragments shown......how could I be losing?
I don’t want to get used to it, so I rather fuse with it
Control it through feelings, can’t lose my head to feelings
So rather then sealing it inside....I let it loose outside
And just face her with my inside shaking like a bumpy ride
Opening my mouth and hope I won’t choke in front of her
Hoping that I can just express myself in front of her....

[14]
I’m an animal, animated vandal, a killer mental;
Vigilante stealth, vicious opposite of health;
Eyes panorama, view everything I state like Nevada;
Blood on paper when I’m in vain; like a bandana,
Pen the antenna, abandon the bandwagon and a;
Ferocious punch, with a heroic hunch, got heroin like lunch;
Because I’m dope and hungry, try to tempt me;
And the pen turns into Ted Bundy, technically
You can’t offend me, unless you try to rap against me;
Can’t test me; like a college graduate,
Gladly degrading you fools with rhyming bait;
Flying mind state; orbit less, nor bit shit, I score shit yess.
Just call me Maradona; I’ll marry Madonna,
So I can give ya’ll rhyming hard candy, met a don and I;
Got asked-a-bar by Pablo; tha flow seems mad though
Answered with lines; dope once yess, but no intoxicators
Rhymes aligned with toxic indicators; cyanide levitators,
Fiya-lines intimidators; stop being imitators,
I’m a liberator with words; victorious rated in each verse,
Stimulator, stinging like sting; so fuck hiphop police –yeah I cursed,
Vindicator with vengeance, beast like a gator,
Beat ripper like the Whitechapel raper; you’ll land-on
The ground fucked up like a strap-on; my sound slaps-son-
Blood-stained this old-school tape, ‘bout to pull it out like a tampon…

[mcZu]

i read the thread title & immediately thought you stole nas' concept but not really.

anyway, your 3rd verse was great with the wordplay. it's the only one i read because i can't be bothered reading like ,12. "check this mate." ha

Hahaha, thanks man. Appreciate it. Btw, not all the verses are bragg-type verses.

[°[~CHR!$~]°]

read #7... nice similes

[eminemgirl1234]

you suck...just kidding like it.

[Relapse.LP]

Goddamn, that's a lot of fucking verses...

Great rhyming.

[mcZu]

with #4, hahaha, you're on some canibus shit. it's a great range of vocabulary & all, but you might be over-doing it. like, i read the word 'epistomology' which is the study of knowledge & i didn't see anything linked to that concept & it seemed like you just threw that in. it might have been there with a purpose, i just didn't pick it up.

it's really great with an impressive vocabulary, but you might be rapping like canibus the scandalous tarantula rapping television evangelist with intergalactical metaphors from mars. just from reading it i can tell you've been well-educated intellectual references that are going *whoosh* over my head.

i can't tell you how much i loved the first line, though: "Lyrical physician diagnose through verbal incisions." dope metaphor.

Haha, thanks. Appreciate it, man.

read #7... nice similes

Thanks C-rizzo, appreciate it.

you suck...just kidding like it.

Lol, thanks.

Goddamn, that's a lot of fucking verses...

Great rhyming.

Thank you, man. Appreciate it.

[Yah-hah]

Man that mug was crazy long. But yo man no doubt you got the most inteligent word play here for sure. Most of the verses were all on point. Sick metaphors through out the whole bit. Alot to read wish you would have kinda sp[ead them out a bit but I aint hatin it. Alot of crazy lyricism to take in at once ya know. Keep it up big homie

[mcZu]

Man that mug was crazy long. But yo man no doubt you got the most inteligent word play here for sure. Most of the verses were all on point. Sick metaphors through out the whole bit. Alot to read wish you would have kinda sp[ead them out a bit but I aint hatin it. Alot of crazy lyricism to take in at once ya know. Keep it up big homie

Thanks bro, appreciate it.