CTR LEGACY THREAD
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- Sucka Ducka
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wizard with lyrical blizzards
the riches like eddie izzard
my jim morrison lizard
scare david icke's for shizzure,
writing rhymes in my Heath Ledger: dead jokers,
i hate brokeback dildocat pole smokers,
gag factor, nut sactor, dick ropers,
paper stacker, mic macker, bitch choker,
vegetarian killa of da pasta, fucka rasta,
Pretty Toney ain't gonna catch no loss, ya,
gotta know, tony danza IS who the bossda,
mic imposters, michael J fox ya, box ya,
cold cock ya, joe budden ya roster,
akh ya, gotta know, my guns blow, my lyrical gats (:lol:)
ratatat whereever you at,
pastoids running when i buck at ya hat
the noid got my pizza got them duckets in stacks
wiggity wack, smack the jack who don't cut slack,
wishin they black, write hack, the tight track,
be right back, we might mack, but we light crack,
sea light aqua green sack, termanology terrible,
horrible, abominable, bombin able, shittin' on your kitchen table,
the sable? no the able, the willing, we still killin,
we still chillin, we still nut spillin' on your bitch grillin,
like steak, we like cake, apes and grey cassette tapes,
we wreck, till we get respect, yo we like grapes.
your bitch feedin', we needin like it was rome,
but no homo (cause they faggots), let me get a little dome.
the riches like eddie izzard
my jim morrison lizard
scare david icke's for shizzure,
writing rhymes in my Heath Ledger: dead jokers,
i hate brokeback dildocat pole smokers,
gag factor, nut sactor, dick ropers,
paper stacker, mic macker, bitch choker,
vegetarian killa of da pasta, fucka rasta,
Pretty Toney ain't gonna catch no loss, ya,
gotta know, tony danza IS who the bossda,
mic imposters, michael J fox ya, box ya,
cold cock ya, joe budden ya roster,
akh ya, gotta know, my guns blow, my lyrical gats (:lol:)
ratatat whereever you at,
pastoids running when i buck at ya hat
the noid got my pizza got them duckets in stacks
wiggity wack, smack the jack who don't cut slack,
wishin they black, write hack, the tight track,
be right back, we might mack, but we light crack,
sea light aqua green sack, termanology terrible,
horrible, abominable, bombin able, shittin' on your kitchen table,
the sable? no the able, the willing, we still killin,
we still chillin, we still nut spillin' on your bitch grillin,
like steak, we like cake, apes and grey cassette tapes,
we wreck, till we get respect, yo we like grapes.
your bitch feedin', we needin like it was rome,
but no homo (cause they faggots), let me get a little dome.
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Gregg Popabitch wrote:if your advice comes with so many strings attached, why would you even give it at all in such a matter of fact manner in which you did before?crank that sambo wrote:Reason wrote:i didn't claim i was but you're probably not judging by your criticisms. i haven't picked up a mic or written a verse in years, but i would never give out advice like you didcrank that sambo wrote:Reason wrote:
upon closer inspection, you are probably not a very good rapper and you should not be doling out advice so generously not unlike a failed surgical intern instructing someone to perform double bypass surgery
I'm probably better than you
do you know how dumb "more complex rhyme schemes" is as a suggestion? do you honestly believe because you have mad syllables rhyming at the ends of your bars that your verse is actually better than if you went a simpler, clearer, more intelligible and more focused on cadence/delivery approach than to just fit as many polysyllabic rhymes in as possible?
this is the reason there are too many rappers out there. they all think they're better than krs-one because they have "more complex rhyme schemes"
Obviously I mean while staying intelligible & clear... n obviously it's more than possible to do both. All I meant by "more complex rhyme schemes" is that keep that same level of content while tweaking the flow. Now, if he was already writing it to a beat and his shit rides the beat then I have no criticism to give really... then I'd just have to hear the song. And if that's just his style then I'd still like to hear a song so I know how his shit's spit...
that just seems awfully weird.
I was assuming he didn't or wasnt gonna record it.
Please record this part over the philaflava posse cut beatwriting rhymes in my Heath Ledger: dead jokers,
i hate brokeback dildocat pole smokers,
gag factor, nut sactor, dick ropers,
paper stacker, mic macker, bitch choker,
vegetarian killa of da pasta, fucka rasta,
Pretty Toney ain't gonna catch no loss, ya,
gotta know, tony danza IS who the bossda,
mic imposters, michael J fox ya, box ya,
cold cock ya, joe budden ya roster,
akh ya, gotta know, my guns blow, my lyrical gats ()
ratatat whereever you at,
pastoids running when i buck at ya hat
the noid got my pizza got them duckets in stacks
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lol...
ya majesty rapidly smack n stab emcees avidly
as its havin these travesties gag quickly,
this fag's sickly? thats not nothin new, stop fuckin dudes
glocks bustin you, with heat, like hot ovens fool
you squawked somethin rude before I murdered your frees
its 1-0 so best keep score in purgatory
cheap whores is yearnin for me...
ya majesty rapidly smack n stab emcees avidly
as its havin these travesties gag quickly,
this fag's sickly? thats not nothin new, stop fuckin dudes
glocks bustin you, with heat, like hot ovens fool
you squawked somethin rude before I murdered your frees
its 1-0 so best keep score in purgatory
cheap whores is yearnin for me...
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i like pasty boobs and long legs in daisy dukes
catch the proof on the cable-news at 8 to two
wanna descramble porn pay-per-view, but ain't able to
grab my longboard and say "later dude"
massacre and onslaught on the floorboard, 80 proof
i give you lessons taught on a messageboard
never hit the tape-deck and press "record"
ecstacy pills look like smurf, millenium-blue
vexed like the donkey in winnie the pooh
my jeans ain't true religion, they false atheist
pop the blue ribbon and blaze the fifth
i have a shoebox full of handgun spareparts
showdown on rooftops in yellowstone bear-parks
got hungarian drug-money which is earmarked
carrot-cake bugs bunny on the block, dunny
loosely, a rumor has begun, that i moonwalk on the sun
my goons talk with fork-tongue, split by the blades of swords swung
from a caterpillar blade to a buttefly knife
the path i laid completes all cycles of life
grant green pipe organ from the bluenotes recording
plays while i clean the sole on my jordans
the smut joceky with drug and porno rap
i hang out like my rugbies at a laundromat
dirty junkies on the corner drinking armagnac
contraband in my tennis socks, chemical rush
sniffing angel dust from double-d cups
breaking long loafs of bread, i'm filthy rich
getting my palm read by a gypsy bitch
she says envy will haunt me, i scorn the omen
orgy in my dormatory, drunk hoes like lohan
tag-team bristol palin and meghan mccain
speeding on the railing with an eight of cocaine
soda-cans and photolabs, rock swastika on my shoulderpads
high-rollers clash on bi-polar nolia claps
catch the proof on the cable-news at 8 to two
wanna descramble porn pay-per-view, but ain't able to
grab my longboard and say "later dude"
massacre and onslaught on the floorboard, 80 proof
i give you lessons taught on a messageboard
never hit the tape-deck and press "record"
ecstacy pills look like smurf, millenium-blue
vexed like the donkey in winnie the pooh
my jeans ain't true religion, they false atheist
pop the blue ribbon and blaze the fifth
i have a shoebox full of handgun spareparts
showdown on rooftops in yellowstone bear-parks
got hungarian drug-money which is earmarked
carrot-cake bugs bunny on the block, dunny
loosely, a rumor has begun, that i moonwalk on the sun
my goons talk with fork-tongue, split by the blades of swords swung
from a caterpillar blade to a buttefly knife
the path i laid completes all cycles of life
grant green pipe organ from the bluenotes recording
plays while i clean the sole on my jordans
the smut joceky with drug and porno rap
i hang out like my rugbies at a laundromat
dirty junkies on the corner drinking armagnac
contraband in my tennis socks, chemical rush
sniffing angel dust from double-d cups
breaking long loafs of bread, i'm filthy rich
getting my palm read by a gypsy bitch
she says envy will haunt me, i scorn the omen
orgy in my dormatory, drunk hoes like lohan
tag-team bristol palin and meghan mccain
speeding on the railing with an eight of cocaine
soda-cans and photolabs, rock swastika on my shoulderpads
high-rollers clash on bi-polar nolia claps
Whether to Jason of Philaflava or John Podesta, I will speak my fucking perspective openly
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Tick tock
With every tick of the clock i can feel my brain chip
thoughts about the past make my stomach sick
let bygones be bygones
Words of wisdom ring true like bible psalms
cant keep the past from catching up
not matter how careful i keep wrecking stuff
bull in a china shop
keep trying to stop
life keeps ticking away like seconds on a clock
thoughts about the past make my stomach sick
let bygones be bygones
Words of wisdom ring true like bible psalms
cant keep the past from catching up
not matter how careful i keep wrecking stuff
bull in a china shop
keep trying to stop
life keeps ticking away like seconds on a clock
"Dosent russian bitches let you shit on their face?" -AxEwOuNdFiStEr-
Masked Terror #1 wrote:We were cranking Slayer on the underwater speakers the whole trip. Sharks love Slayer.
Reggie wrote:Bottom line is that if you're not making rap music because you love it and/or you've got something unique to say, that is, if rap is just your "hustle", then you're a fucking asshole.
the baddest muthafuckas end up dead or in jail
is what i heard that muthafucka say
in my head before i went one-D with steve
this was john avila 3 years before
tellin us little knuckleheads as we sat on the group home floor
not for nothing i knew he was right
but still a nigga gotta fight
outside the post office in the back of the parking lot
is the scene
see me, a little nappy headed piece of shit talking walking hard not giving a fuck if you wanna talk
and steve, frame six feet three , see me throwing shots at dude's head
got three, got four, now this muthafucka got me on the floor and its a wrap
didnt know what just hit me, the kid got up from my bloody contusions and dipped off with the antagonists, e-wild, victor lopez and his brother manny and the girls
this is where i learnt humility is transparent, evryone can see it on you, thru you
and for like an hour i dealt with that with a bottle of olde eight
lighting up the blunt like some urban anasthesia, and knowing that my limitations run physical
i still throw a shadow on that night, cause you only learn about yourself when you gotta fight for it
and that was the night for it
and the funny thing about it is, steve never wanted to throw hands with me in the first place
i had beef with his boy and i fought on principle
but humility is transparent, niggas can see it on you, thru you
but the baddest muthafuckas end up dead or in jail
is what i heard john say
and he was on point because
steve got shot four times in a robbery
died on the way to the hospital
i had beef with his boy and i fought him on principle and aint it a bitch that
limitations run physical
in my head before i went one-D with steve
this was john avila 3 years before
tellin us little knuckleheads as we sat on the group home floor
not for nothing i knew he was right
but still a nigga gotta fight
outside the post office in the back of the parking lot
is the scene
see me, a little nappy headed piece of shit talking walking hard not giving a fuck if you wanna talk
and steve, frame six feet three , see me throwing shots at dude's head
got three, got four, now this muthafucka got me on the floor and its a wrap
didnt know what just hit me, the kid got up from my bloody contusions and dipped off with the antagonists, e-wild, victor lopez and his brother manny and the girls
this is where i learnt humility is transparent, evryone can see it on you, thru you
and for like an hour i dealt with that with a bottle of olde eight
lighting up the blunt like some urban anasthesia, and knowing that my limitations run physical
i still throw a shadow on that night, cause you only learn about yourself when you gotta fight for it
and that was the night for it
and the funny thing about it is, steve never wanted to throw hands with me in the first place
i had beef with his boy and i fought on principle
but humility is transparent, niggas can see it on you, thru you
but the baddest muthafuckas end up dead or in jail
is what i heard john say
and he was on point because
steve got shot four times in a robbery
died on the way to the hospital
i had beef with his boy and i fought him on principle and aint it a bitch that
limitations run physical
this concept is dumb , penguins
yall eat lobsters with your thumbs , penguins?
nah, im the epitemy of whats real bitches
ya gotta give me the hot deal bitches
im no muthafucka you wanna be castin a stare on
im a muthafucka you gonna be asking for a prayer on
jah styles that large, that alone will give you a compleckz
my styles that large, fuck a poem, nigga im next
yall eat lobsters with your thumbs , penguins?
nah, im the epitemy of whats real bitches
ya gotta give me the hot deal bitches
im no muthafucka you wanna be castin a stare on
im a muthafucka you gonna be asking for a prayer on
jah styles that large, that alone will give you a compleckz
my styles that large, fuck a poem, nigga im next
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(Invitational) Poetry Theme Slam #2
Since CTR is seeing a respectable amount of posters/pieces the last month and lot of submitted stuff is actually spoken word/poetry rather than "rap", I`m wondering how many of you are willing to participate in the 2nd Poetry Theme Slam.Now the last time I did this was by sending PMs to people who I thought could contribute to this tourney.That meant contestant and judges and we ended up with a bunch of dope witters and judges who knew what quality poetry was and knew how to properly review it .The tourney went great up to the point were we all got fucked in the ass by Hopeless who didnt show up in the finals.
So if anybody is interested (not by getting fucked in the ass by Hopeless, you can PM him about that) please put your name in this thread and we`ll try to make something out of this place.
The rules will be the same as they were the last time, but if anybody has any suggestions please don`t hesitate and tell me what should be done to make this tourney better.
Writers will have a choice to pick one of five given themes to write about. Each judge will then award a poem with a numeric score from one to ten. The two highest scored poets will be going to the final.Just to give you a picture of what I`m talking about, the themes for the 1st round in last tourney were
1)Strees
2)Time
3)Death
4)Nostalgia
5)Destruction
So yeah if you`re interested sign up.
So if anybody is interested (not by getting fucked in the ass by Hopeless, you can PM him about that) please put your name in this thread and we`ll try to make something out of this place.
The rules will be the same as they were the last time, but if anybody has any suggestions please don`t hesitate and tell me what should be done to make this tourney better.
Writers will have a choice to pick one of five given themes to write about. Each judge will then award a poem with a numeric score from one to ten. The two highest scored poets will be going to the final.Just to give you a picture of what I`m talking about, the themes for the 1st round in last tourney were
1)Strees
2)Time
3)Death
4)Nostalgia
5)Destruction
So yeah if you`re interested sign up.
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You know Reason, I`m not sure that writing a suicide note makes you an expert at poetry, but if we ever decide to do a "Suicide Note" tournament you`ll be the first to know.Shiiit, we might even show your note to Gloss, as an example of how the experts do it in real life.Until then I bid you farewell.Reason wrote:who knew what quality poetry was
done dealRadio Raheem wrote:I'm game
I was kinda hoping that you`ll enter the tourney as a writter, but OK.Aethetical-Hades wrote:Since nobody won the final round the last time [**ahem**], I'll be a judge in this one, if that's all right?
7 Feet Deep
One Nine One Four
The Great War
Trenches dug in the stench of red mud
Drenched with blood
Where the fences above are no defense from the dense flood
Sent to the front to fend amongst men on stretchers with stumps
and scared wretches on bunks
Bunched together to gather warmth in savage storms and rainfall
that freeze them until even breathing's painful
Pale from their face to their feet
Waist deep in a wasteland
Scrubbing muddy gun with chafed hands anxiously
as their damp ankles freeze
To the sound of the rampant screams of amputees in agony
As gangrene gradually spreads through cracked legs
and blood turns black where they bled for the cause
Torn to shreds and red raw
The walking dead led to war.
They dug seven feet deep and six feet wide
seven feet deep and six feet wide
seven feet deep and six feet wide
so the brave slaves of war stood in graves before they died
They watched yellow smoke approach with their periscopes
and those without masks gasped and fell and choked with swelling throats
Some men had soaked pads in their own piss
to neutralise corrosive gas at their noses
But those exposed just drowned on dry land
It's funny how you fight as a boy but you die a man
With a diaphragm full of hot venemous gas
Last breath stopped dead in it's tracks.
The Great War
Trenches dug in the stench of red mud
Drenched with blood
Where the fences above are no defense from the dense flood
Sent to the front to fend amongst men on stretchers with stumps
and scared wretches on bunks
Bunched together to gather warmth in savage storms and rainfall
that freeze them until even breathing's painful
Pale from their face to their feet
Waist deep in a wasteland
Scrubbing muddy gun with chafed hands anxiously
as their damp ankles freeze
To the sound of the rampant screams of amputees in agony
As gangrene gradually spreads through cracked legs
and blood turns black where they bled for the cause
Torn to shreds and red raw
The walking dead led to war.
They dug seven feet deep and six feet wide
seven feet deep and six feet wide
seven feet deep and six feet wide
so the brave slaves of war stood in graves before they died
They watched yellow smoke approach with their periscopes
and those without masks gasped and fell and choked with swelling throats
Some men had soaked pads in their own piss
to neutralise corrosive gas at their noses
But those exposed just drowned on dry land
It's funny how you fight as a boy but you die a man
With a diaphragm full of hot venemous gas
Last breath stopped dead in it's tracks.
Reason wrote:did i touch a nerve, aethetical and juice?
Reason, I am sorry I have to do this, but you wrote a suicidal note to Gloss.You are nowhere near to being a normal/stable person.Your opinion does not matter, it`s worthless.That means it is impossible for you to touch my nerves in any way(no homo).Please have that in mind the next time you try to diss me or anything related to me.
so i did touch a nerve, huh? your posturing for the internet is pretty gay, dude. and you have thoguht about suicide at one point or more in your lifetime, dunny. bad try thoughJuice wrote:Reason wrote:did i touch a nerve, aethetical and juice?
Reason, I am sorry I have to do this, but you wrote a suicidal note to Gloss.You are nowhere near to being a normal/stable person.Your opinion does not matter, it`s worthless.That means it is impossible for you to touch my nerves in any way(no homo).Please have that in mind the next time you try to diss me or anything related to me.
"it's one thing to be enthusiastic about a contest; it's another thing to claim there are a bunch of experts on a difficult subject at a random hip hop website"
Nets 2022
damn son did you just watch all quiet on the western front before writing this?
i dug it a lot. one of my little loves is repeating a word/homonym not like some cam'ron juelz shit but in a different context
like waist deep in a wasteland
imagery made me think of all quiet on the western front and the bloody violent torture of the trenches as history taught it
effective
i dug it a lot. one of my little loves is repeating a word/homonym not like some cam'ron juelz shit but in a different context
like waist deep in a wasteland
imagery made me think of all quiet on the western front and the bloody violent torture of the trenches as history taught it
effective
Nets 2022
i've decided to start writing more often. so i am down for this.
count me in.
juice, save the suicide jokes. it's all fun and games, i'm not mad, but i don't know what it is, now that i'm 26, i really don't have any energy for petty shit. stay constructive and funny, but stop insinuating that you have me all figured out based on some tough time i went through like 5 years ago, k thx
count me in.
juice, save the suicide jokes. it's all fun and games, i'm not mad, but i don't know what it is, now that i'm 26, i really don't have any energy for petty shit. stay constructive and funny, but stop insinuating that you have me all figured out based on some tough time i went through like 5 years ago, k thx
Nets 2022
rofl you know I was ready to post something similar to what you did right now, cause my original post was pretty harsh, but I just didnt have the heart to press submit.So yeah I feel you on the whole "I`m getting to old for this shit".Reason wrote:i've decided to start writing more often. so i am down for this.
count me in.
juice, save the suicide jokes. it's all fun and games, i'm not mad, but i don't know what it is, now that i'm 26, i really don't have any energy for petty shit. stay constructive and funny, but stop insinuating that you have me all figured out based on some tough time i went through like 5 years ago, k thx