CTR LEGACY THREAD

[BeHemoth]

I know that kind of frustration.

[BeHemoth]

you of many alias's should try to focus and write a complete piece.

[BeHemoth]

on some fonzi shit your friend is.

[Aethetical-Hades]

All I can is say.....well, shit...I can't even find the words....

Keep up and stay up...

[Aethetical-Hades]

More bendable than a credit card catalog...digits digitated on a format that's formerly analog, Godspeed--regardless if creed's Islamic in reach to read in, or during Malakut--take heed


In the end, we'll relax, relate, release a disease bestowed to us...known as religiosity,
never again to be more familiar than the pen-to-pad method is to a poet taking heed


Greed geeked out of cyclical-spin, 'til it's again--a half-circle in resemblance to a human grin,
attuned-kin stay attentive...then it's time to wake up and resume the kill--take heed


Makeshift bridges of walk-in closets, so a victim--Parkinson's strickened can proceed Exodus,
h e k s vexed of us, long as he's amped to connect a bust to Mexican stamps--take heed


Hysterical stereo aerodyne in flight, at night, like dreams of mine embedded in another mind,
pray Technicolor colorcasted those pixels, presenting disposable nightmare--take heed


White-haired cotqueans mocking system of governing miscreants lending an ear to listen,
maybe even watch 'em team up a few, and have 'em gun-up against my evil...best heed


Fool's endeavor, soothesay for the better, tried to fuse together residents 'fore the weather, rained pestilence, reader's digested my resonance, still couldn't muster up and take heed


Learn the art of knowing how to grab a serpent by its heel...let it slither, kneel and caught,
taught to wheel...and game it to a dame's low self-esteem and naught appeal--please heed


Beliefs are of intrapersonal origin...no need to reform back to a Pentecostalist leech,
from Desmond to Aethetic, still L A V

[blessingindisguise]

Mad vivid.

[RacquetballGangsta]

Pg. 18-19

Blank Perfect Little
Butterfly wings spread
glorious
how I love thee
So well so deadly
I deface your awkward
blasphemous heretical symmetry



/Time looks
like/ a man/
And/ a womban/
With 2 hands\
between
them




1 DAY
At a
Time


I

[Marsh Drips]

watch the parting of two beings being set free
use heart instead of mind to let the eyes see
what it really be under thick layers of compounded confusion
surrounded by illusions, drowning with no solution
escape the chaos, find some patience and pause
stay in the lane and slow the role to find what's been missed
was it the bliss experienced when lips met in a passion filled kiss
or the subtle yet soothing calmness in an absence of conflicts?
let life's lasso constrict, choking out your feeble fears
and wipe away tormenting tears with hope in the years to come
see silence strung a chord of clarity amist this veinless vanity
and sanity saddenly soaked away humanities true desires
welcome the revival of emotional flints to spark a new found fire...

i've been tired and tested, so i rewired my internal investments
walking away from the congested community that's just been infested
with a superficial shallowness to supplement it's hollow contentment
and not trying to follow resentment in a society never accepting
just i know they're lying to me about forever intercepting with the past
see, cuz i've passed that, at half mast i steady stance and stand fast
to surpass the vast contrasts that seperates and creates the hate,
the hunger, the pain, poverty and differences which hold us under
so i wonder what can really make a change in this day and age
hopefully we can find it's not the lines but what's between the pages...

[theaggravatedjew]

nice pop, props and reason i didnt read all your post but chuckled at class of 2000 none

[360]

I am bugged out by this. It is too strange to do a remix of a popular song with an added verse... in text. Why? You should have just posted your verse and that's it.




This was very nerdy. We still cool, though.

[hired gun]

My way with words observed by girls and boys alike
But my B-I is not for you guy so take a hike
Sorta T-I so you girls please bring'em out
And then we can see if you get deep like the south
Route sixty six how I'm rebel cruisin no pause I'm
Dean coolin with a drag eyein your draws, put my
paws on the kitten just because I'm kinda frisky
Whether wine weed or whiskey any vice gets em tipsy
But even the titty and pussy in amounts of high prices
is risky especially if wired with devices
Cause that means the blue boys will give you blue balls
and you'll end up in a room full of dudes with one stall
So all in all I kick the game and style that's free, then spit a little
cerano and watch'em give it to me--modern superhero
and I bag lois you know this---sometimes have to take'em
in two's and threes---sometimes have to break'em put'em
over the knee (bad girl)---some'of em that's comin is dumber then chrissy
but man I love the company, and I play jack, real laid back
be like Dres--with this or that---give it a smack and watch the
jello jiggle,
not a B-boy but ladies love to call me mr. wiggles
No time to be fickle when the dill pickle spills a little
in they mouth and drips down to the nipple or the middle
See I'm for true equality, any girl can get it if they swallow for me

(don't take it serious or personal...I'm bored today).

[Aethetical-Hades]

stay in the lane and slow the role to find what's been missed
was it the bliss experienced when lips met in a passion filled kiss
or the subtle yet soothing calmness in an absence of conflicts?
let life's lasso constrict, choking out your feeble fears
and wipe away tormenting tears with hope in the years to come
see silence strung a chord of clarity amist this veinless vanity
and sanity saddenly soaked away humanities true desires
welcome the revival of emotional flints to spark a new found fire...

That's a good collect of emotion right there...kind of reminded me of this beautiful young woman that had me tied up in the net of affinity as of lately...she has a boyfriend and I kind of had to back up...couldn't keep it in, so I called her and let her know exactly how I felt about her...to my surprise, sweetheart replied back so sweetly, I swear, I felt as if I had found a soulmate...or something similar to the emotion I was going through...nevertheless, the beautiful angel had moved on [and I feel it had something to do with honey's man]...I guess, no matter how badly he treated her, there was something about his position that attracted her, and my heart towards her wasn't going to defer that...still, she's attracted to me as well...so I don't know, maybe our paths'll cross again?...

But, that last line in the first stanza stood out the most...it seems to me, that another chick (from my grandmother's church) asked about me...she's the daughter of the superintendent of the schools down in Albany, Ga....I haven't seen her in OVER A YEAR and she asked about me?! Perhaps, this is opportunity once again knockin'...

Keep this up and stay up...

[Gregg Popabitch1]

NAW NIGGA I'M MAD NERDY

WE AINT COOL IF YOU AINT NERDY LIKE ME

HALO JEW

[Marsh Drips]

yep...

girls man, they crazy as of lately!

[Mindbender Futurama]

this shit is dope

I like how you bigged up the old school shit... I mean the mid 90's shit

[Mindbender Futurama]

off my new mixtape, world premiere exposure. Kanye's hit song, remade.
Feedback, please!

to all my brothers and sisters... and soldiers
we are at war with religion, with sexism... but mostly the war inside ourselves is living HELL
Jesus Talks, God's home is your brain, you gotta know it ain't in the clouds
Jesus Talks in me... and you... and me

you know where Toronto is,
where a hundred cultures want to live
and oppressive WHITEYS will tax your pay stubs
and dreadhead WHITEYS bunn trees with Screwface thugs
somebody tell WHITEY we can't live on fake love
I fly with my mind to see where the Holy Story came from
but had to land because of my cancer stained lungs
HUUUH! wait to exhale some... WHEW...
it's really hard to learn how they made a Babylon creation and NOT hate em
those who made guns, and spoke with a forked lie stained tongue
taking ancient Artifacts, the slave was the Tame One
now we're on the wrong side of the tracks, savage Atlantic travelling happened
despite those that's hiding the facts
my family has many faiths, prayers don't go to the same one
my aunty used to say, only Jesus can save us,
well Aunty, I see PAST the pastor's truth
got absolute freedom, and they didn't teach me that at school, I know

Jesus TALKS, God's home is your brain, you gotta know it AIN'T in the clouds,
Jesus TALKS, the only thing that I pray is that the people hear me out,
Jesus TALKS, and I know I have the power to turn wrong to right
Jesus Talks, thru the Goddess of Thought, the power lives inside me all my life

to the MCs, poets, and socially conscious female vocalists, Jesus talks in them
to the ghetto genius, political prisoners screamin, and new truth teachers,
Jesus Talks in them...
now hear me, hear me, know that I love you all purely,
STOP the Black on Black fury, avoid the autopsy and jury, cause we're the
world's next kings and queens,
everything's possible, let's think of the very best things,
I'm here to let you know they exploit facial tissue,
religious racial issue to justify the budget for a hundred patriot missiles
also they'll kill you if your culture ain't familiar
African women showed naked nipples til invaders judged em disgraceful sinners
so here's the real truth, and you better believe it
the Bible and Jesus are stories taken from the Hieroglyphics in Egypt
names were changed but the Holy Story remains the same
stay awake to not get caught in any level of the Devil's day to day paper chase
g'yeah!
well if this hurt some family or friends,
I hope it helped turned savages to men
so religious slavery won't happen again
with facts in their head it's clear,
Heaven is here, weird new Garden of Eden
bite the apple of knowledge, swallow, then start speaking
cause

JESUS TALKS

[Nowell's Soul]

She said, I can hear your heartbeat.
It's louder in the moonlight.
Let's take a walk on a quiet street,
We'll try not to get attached, but we might.

I've been running scared,
I think that it's partially your fault.
I thought I didn't care,
Now I'm sure that that's not right.

I like who I am when I am with you,
Tell me how do you do that?
Just don't come to my rescue,
If you plan to leave tonight.

You have no idea what you're getting into,
I can tell you now that it's not normal.
But if we try and keep things simple,
You will see no end in sight.

Some people make me smile,
Let me tell you that you're one of them.
I'll try not to let you down,
But let me tell you now that I might.

I'll teach you how to believe,
When you are not sure if you should.
And if you ever understood,
You would agree that I am right.

I don't understand what a lot of things mean,
And I don't learn from the mistakes I've made.
I don't want this to be just a dream.
But sometimes a dream is really all that I can take.

Peace.

[RacquetballGangsta]

i liked this whole section, a lot.the rhythm of it....save the "deep like the south" line... u KNOW that shit was corny, g! hah..

"My way with words observed by girls and boys alike
But my B-I is not for you guy so take a hike
Sorta T-I so you girls please bring'em out
And then we can see if you get deep like the south
Route sixty six how I'm rebel cruisin no pause I'm
Dean coolin with a drag eyein your draws, put my
paws on the kitten just because I'm kinda frisky
Whether wine weed or whiskey any vice gets em tipsy"

and u just got real awkward with the rhyme scheme toward the end...but yo...do u, mane...be easy

[RacquetballGangsta]

It

[Mindbender Futurama]

I'm feelin that.

especially the last 4.

i can relate

[SeaTownBlues]

âג‚¬Å“put down the bottle, sonâג‚¬Â

it would become a refrain in
our day to day interactions, giving
him the satisfaction of feeling he
had made some change, and me
the much needed distraction of
saying no to a father figure.

it was a nervous fissure that
had opened between us, but
at least it kept us related, see, he
swore he knew the bigger
picture but what I saw was
a burnt-out drunk
so scared of whiskey that he
shelled out his life in
increments of a buck fifty
for belated birthday cards.

âג‚¬Å“put down the bottle, sonâג‚¬Â

heâג‚¬ג„¢d say it instead of
good morning, pouring out
prayers that tasted like orange
juice crackling against the
ashtray saliva at the back
of his throat. I wanted proof that
there was more to life than this,
this shitty home with its shitty
bourbon at eight bucks a fifth
so I kept seeking a new scope
hoping to drown troubles with, say,
dead. But its hard to mark the passage
of addiction in your head and by the time
it was an eighty dollar a week habit, âג‚¬Å“put
down the bottle sonâג‚¬Â sounded like
someone asking me to cut off my
own arm.

It wasnâג‚¬ג„¢t about good versus harm
man, it was all damage. drinking was
a part of me, something without which
I couldnâג‚¬ג„¢t manage, you know, I wasnâג‚¬ג„¢t
drunk, I just was, and there
wasnâג‚¬ג„¢t much like love between us so
hearing âג‚¬Å“put down the bottle, sonâג‚¬Â
from a man who hadnâג‚¬ג„¢t meant
much to me since he was a
penis between my mothers thighs...
well, it didnâג‚¬ג„¢t
exactly open my eyes
to a new life.
but the day he died I
drank myself blind and I
wandered the streets clawing at my face
like some anonymous alcoholic edifice,
and I passed out placeless in
the gutter, dead of wishes and
the tattoo of an arrow across
my chest. I awoke later in a place that
smelt strangely of home and to the
brand new sensation of being
completely alone, and I began to
carve into the walls my very first poem,
knowing that the words could only
hurt me.

But the letters became characters
in their own life story and I
prayed to god that they at
least would not desert me. I
didnâג‚¬ג„¢t speak for two days while
I wrote this poem, and
when it was over I had a story for a home
and I knew it wasnâג‚¬ג„¢t real, but
man I felt like it was mine, so
I began to read it over, line
by line, and as I did I realized
each verse, every single one
spelled out the phrase

"put down the bottle, son."

[hired gun]

unispired attempt to get it poppin. lol, yeah deep like the south was filler.

[Gregg Popabitch1]

this shit here is my cup of tea. very much enjoyed. second verse is killer.

[RacquetballGangsta]

PART 0



Pg. 21

IF I DIE THIS NIGHT
I

[T-Wrex]

great work, backwards hat.

Seatown... Thank you for saving these.

[RacquetballGangsta]

Before these steps
These massive rococo embroidery-ridden
Majestic and frail corkscrew staircases were built
Catapults had been all the rage
Before the fall of the soviet union
Revolutions had credibility
Or at least a power base

But enough about that
Let me now say a word or two on the villain
The down and dirty knee scrape of humanity
The vilest creature to ever touch the face of a virgin
U know his name
Bane of existence
But as god created him u know him to be beautiful also
In his vicious ness

The wildest most indecorous man
To the point of cordiality
Becomes a well-mannered man
Within days
Upon setting foot in this Marriott
Certainly refinement of taste and enjoyment of gentlemanly leisure
Accompanies even the greatest brute through these gelatin walls of sound
Known to you as the brothel built by sensationalism

There were perfect drum kits
All set in a row
For gorillas to pound on
Gorillas dressed like elvises
A million in tiny suits
With bellbottoms
Looking like a bad planet of the apes
But no more about this outlandish soundscape
Back to the time when the Yankees were expelled from Charleston
Bodies strewn about the veranda of a lovely plantation
Black white and other
Blood ran through to the gazebo in a pretty river
A crimson tide if you will

Swinging is acceptable now
Your husband is his husband his plaything her facial imagination stomping toy
And beer gut heaven
Floppy floppy older whities without any other care
An expresssion of a forgotten and stale freedom
No longer relevant here
For the death tolls mock your sexual liberty
Your search for intimate diseases of incapacity
An incapacity to care enough to know the magic of monogamy
Or at least she whispered to me as she stood up from straddling me
Buttoning her blouse and closing her legs
Smiling, her tongue pushed through the gaps in her teeth
Then she mouthed the words
Not tonight
I

[ANUBIS5]

What's shaking everyone? Just trying to open some minds with our sound from the scortching north.


www.myspace.com/exittheme

I'm Canadian and Records Are Coasters.



Feedback would be greeeatly appreciated and returned, thanks!

[Mindbender Futurama]

this shit here is my cup of tea. very much enjoyed. second verse is killer.

thanks, man... feedback is much appreciated, cause i'm gonna drop this on the world, and i would like to know if i will be lynched or stoned for saying some extreme things by those who seriously don't agree

[SeaTownBlues]

1 response in this thread is fucking disgraceful.

[Gregg Popabitch1]

who cares?

when hasn't a hip hop artist gotten shit for saying something controversial?