CTR LEGACY THREAD

[YOUNGMOE]

lol...dudes were slow


i used one of the most famous battle verses in history...in a thread that has it's song title

you think i would actually battle somebody on the internet at 28 yrs old?

[JaH BLaZe]

open it, put an old phone book in it to hold it
there be the new spiral spun flung you cant check in
if you havent got sprung. im toasted , roasted comatose
she got that albatross of course, son down the drain drops of pain
whether its cold out now, and gettin lots of rain

move mechanized she is , as that throwback trip hop was
old and rippin fighting to hold on like a pair of filthy flip flops
the armor on her breast, was gonna say drama on her chest
suckling dos ninos, no pause mama comma now continue
seen her christmas eve back a few years at a random venue

[Comedy Quaddafi]

Reminds me a bit of Vordul and his s.o.c.-style.

I like it the least here where your rhymes and words are a bit more straightforward

my seeds havent even seen the scope
of this whole world gone mad in this new age
whos the true sage, we need more than hope
we need grace and its bout time this whole place
can use more ways to cope in it

You're write much better when you're less direct IMO.

[Sumthin_Funky]

This is what I write while smoking reefers....

Most rhymes in these times sound like theyre forced in
I come off the top like male babies and their foreskin
Morphed in on the track with morphine and a sack
I’m storin the story for a chance at catchin some slack
Higher than a shit stack dwelling in pitch black
My fists cracked cause a fiend was willin to risk that
Found me a honeydip that caught a quick lip smack
Wanted some raw dick I laughed when I saw her lips chapped
In disarray she flew away when her lips flapped
Story of my life it’s not just another mishap
I’m not even a player or the type to get around
A so called pussy slayer or a pimp up in the town
An abstract poet or a gimp or a clown
Something that’s profound or simply known now
Digesting the wrong things means I switched up the diet
Stayed in my room while people fucked up the climate
Fixed the whole game with just a mic and some pliers
Joined the slow race but came out a stunt driver
Juxtaposition I figured I‘d bring it a touch lighter
Skip the middle man head straight to the supplier
Found poison in my phlegm spread it with my saliva
Added knowledge and power subtracted by gunfire

[HopeLess]

I'm still shooting from the hip but that's against doctor's advice
Last man standing can barely walk tonight
The description my plight is obfuscated in these sentences
Can't address directly best I can do is hint at it
Wouldn't believe me anyway unless you actually witnessed it
Suffice to say that hip hop aint the only reason I'm limping kid
And I'm not taking these pills just because I want to trip a bit
Can spit it as a rhyme but when it's life Ive gotta live with it

Really enjoyed this...somehow fits my mood lately

Dense but digestible, good read :)

[HopeLess]

Nice! Glad to see some of the old heads still posting!

[HopeLess]

Ha! This was excellent

[HopeLess]

Still doin it. Love this shit.

[HopeLess]

I used to love her, stayed loyal through all of it
Had to struggle take time out to get my doctorate,
Back on top of it, talkin shit, my love letters
Baby blue ink droppin' drips like I never left her

[HopeLess]

Don't follow him little one,
consider the source
that's contemplative in directions
where the rhythm can course
In vain, the speech still reaches you.
He swears the sermon isn't treason,
but don't believe your reasons
even if the shifts in shaded regions
seem to fill in your own truth.

Don't follow his lead,
while he fidgets with your
heart in his hands,
speaking in the riddles that we consider romance,
but he hasn't practiced the right steps
and doesn't even
know how to slow dance.

Don't fill in his blank stares.
Even if all the words
seem to linger in thin air
Letting go of your hold and
falling in place,
while you reach for his hand
because he will pull you to safety
but won't carry you to land.

Don't read his lips
and write the subtitles in your own language.
His smile is genuine
but something get's lost in translation.
They might be sealed while
he listens to the song that you sing,
while he's whispering the truth
without saying a thing.

Don't count his lost looks,
while he thumbs through your notebook.
as delicate as he tries to be
he's nothing more than what you see.
You paint the image with his lyrics
but don't hear the tremble in his voice
and only see reflections in the mirror
not the distance in between.

Don't follow him girl.
even if he doesn't mean you any harm
you'll still skin up your knees
while you're hanging on his arm.
Infatuation can give you wings
but let the wind carry you away
because the breeze can make you believe
it'd be different if he stayed.

Don't follow him little one,
not into the night,
because your heart is always honest,
but it isn't always right.

Don't follow him now,
hanging your heart on
all the words he has to say
even when his eyes speak sweet silence
and he's smiling when he waves,
he know's your listening to
his foot steps
as he walks away.
But he's convinced
you'll always hear
what you want to hear
anyway

[Sumthin_Funky]

^^Reppin Tallahassee? most fallacies just pass me
150 on the freeway try to fuckin catch me
Mike Tyson on these hoes then I'm Ghostface on the coke
Light one before the show, hit Vegas then I'm broke

[Nowell's Soul]

Man. Been awhile for a while but love seeing familiar faces around here.

And this piece...

[theaggravatedjew]

back in 04 keystyle thread that i started//
but now ignore it like in public when i sharted//
i am so down, it's almost like i'm retarded//
in and out quick like a virgin who got started

[EichTurner]

fuck the virgin mary take anal virginity too
get sick of both turn her to prostitute
mary magladen jesus was fucking his mother
bandar sari begawan she only fuck with the brothers

[Stoned Starks]

High fashion, horizontal stripes and triangles/
Bangals on the wrist, suede dipped and stars spangled/
… Light a match like what, yo, where’s Kurt Loder/
Probably in the building, building up the culture/
Vultures play the ceiling, soaking through your sober/
Like when I die, hang my song in the moma/
… Hang my song in the moma/
Moments mean more, mean more when they’re over/
Soma, so what, pop two, and get older/
Get caught asleep, an get the plug pulled on your coma/
Eternal, I burn through your rhyme journal/
Sit back, and have a laugh at your world view/
My circle, combines like a purple tape name sake/
Hit the treadmill, and smoke a square on the drum break/
Dumb out, and do a shuffle, two stepping/
James Brown, Steve Martin, two lessons/
Crescent, light rain glaze the new dressings/
In sessions, blaze hung portraits and pressings/
Yes its, J-O H-N, Connor/
From the 2-0 Seis, now I lace, maim and conquer/
Build and destroy, boy, MC Escher/
Liverwire flow, had em callin me Tesla/
Yessir… like a door man on Madison/
Had me sending smoke signals out like the Vatican/
Crushing up blues, rolled benji’s, now I’m back again/
Check it, no fuck that, yo, cash it in/
Late night, watch the jokes from your sofa/
Whiskey in the mug, mirror lined with the mocha/
Cobra clutch mics, throw dice, play the over/
And when I die hang my song in the moma/

[Sumthin_Funky]

haha that was sick

edit: reminded me of some nas "it was written" or ghostface/rae mafioso type shit

[Stoned Starks]

Thanks man. Think I wrote that to the Get Money beat, but the other day I spit it over some Ghostface shit so yeah, that era's about right.

[Stoned Starks]

Haha this was dope! Was listening to Spanish Harlem by Camp Lo when I read this and it rode the beat really well. Props.

[Reason]

some battle bullshit on a kotd vibe:

you can't climb this mountain, my cliff isn't notes,
think it's a joke? dick, you on that slippery slope like picking up slippery soap
i will facesit your hoe, face it, you hoe, she gonna blow it up fast but take it in slow
put my dick in her throat, fill it with yolk, see i hancock to her, call it a signature flow
see i'm hancock to her, my will smithes the flow

[Sumthin_Funky]

I flowed it at the 20 second mark. then the first verse ended at about 1:03 mark and then continued second verse at about 1:41 mark. Sorry if it sucks balls and I wasted your life.

Excavations, excursions, and revelations
It’s all relative or perhaps just relations
Escalators and elevations rising to the occasion
Damn son, just free your fucking mind…….
Begin to rhyme, begin to write, begin to live
Begin to fight, begin to cry, begin to try
Begin to fly, begin to give, begin to sin
Begin to heal, begin to laugh, begin to feel
Smell, hear, see and touch whatever’s fucking real
Learn through acceptance and affection
From acts in the past and your presence
Pay attention to mistakes and their lessons
No human is perfect but I guess that’s all perception
A reflection of light brings sight to those willing
Yet a section of dark clings right to cold feelings
Like being froze sitting in an infinite loophole
Or travelling to the end of a rainbow receiving fool’s gold
I guess one day it’ll make sense for now I stay blessed
Common interests are among those with great minds never less

I’m a “Hey, how ya doin?” calm relaxed breeze shootin
Human schooled in the trade of that old boom bap
I say fuck a hamburger cause I’m tryna get further
No more sleepwalking ambitions on the backburner
Raised the flame higher, old tread, changed the tires
People keep talking but sound like the same liars
Slithering through scenery like reptilian entities
I camouflage my dialogue by damaging the sensory
I’ve been committing felony and justice has been served
Not dwelling on regrets shifting gears out of reverse
I can reserve and get lost inside the reverb
In a neutral state until the positives return
Demonstrative with my new style plus I polished it
Bridges were abolished kid just look at what my noggin did
I envision this guitar sittin far up in the mountains
Counted stars and mounted bars, drank from the fountains
Brainwaves were clouded, flooded, then drowned in
Rising from darkness is the only suitable option
Cause you can either play possum, sit back and watch em
Or take control like Rorschach and play the Watchmen

[Sumthin_Funky]

Bored as hell. Wrote some bullshit. Won't get any replies. Thank you.

Could have been a doctor, should have been a doctor
Grasping my chest cavity I think I need a doctor
Hope to be a good father, probably be a fuckin monster
Incorporated with alcohol and beating on my daughter
Nah but that sounds sinister even slightly immoral
I’d rather show her a coral reef and bring her formal
Floral designs and watch those green eyes light up like 4th of July
Just tryna get my piece of the pie, until my torch die
Too many side orders of fries my arteries feel horribly
Clogged like traffic jams with big-truck-accidents involved
Life feels like an equation and I haven’t got it solved
But I know I used to crawl so I must have grown some balls
Muscles must have evolved always avoid the bath salts
Because I’ll find myself eating brains on the fucking asphalt
Bats stalk me at night I feel I need a fuckin cape and a mask
Or perhaps they see I’m lonely and they just feel bad
That’s the saddest sappiest shit I ever wrote fuckin quote
No idea how to end it so fuck it, here it goes