#rap verses

[unsetmentallydistraught]

Outerversal

[Verse] Blood gushes from decapitation though I'm Sleepy Hollow Creeping follow cut you with glass shards from a broken whiskey bottle Leave me alone with dead zombies on Jeffrey Dahmer's apartment My group of vigilantes could raid the whole FBI department Jason Voorhees torn in pieces torturing aborted fetus The hellfire brimstone keep scorching people with the sport of evil I'm Genghis Khan strategic atheist and non-believer Like the demon in the sky that made you believe you talked to Jesus Fucked a corpse and bleeding inside his eye, the silence is fine No banshee screaming force-feed it and helicopter chop this creature into 40 pieces Pestilence horsemen about to fill you with AIDS diseases in Watch you suffocate with your throat stuffed with wet cement Make a statue of your last breath and shatter it all to pieces My heart pumps colder than the combinations of winter seasons Oh lemme guess you hate magic? I could peel your flesh and Stretch it into a straitjacket, your rapping is trash and the tape You made is a waste faggot, bash your brains and the bloods looking Like paint splashing I possess demonic entities and take 'em over Make sure my life is always at risk while I'm raising cobras Sitting lower under the effects of novocaine I'm lower Peep the flow, I go to Skid Row to announce cocaine is over Fucking Victoria Secret's models in kamasutra positions Channeled more demons than an Vatican inquisition Kidnap aliens in abductions and drag 'em through 10 dimensions Third-eye biomechanical with astro-projection lenses Beat you senseless, my seventh senses are enhanced Let's get demented, enter trenches and they're defenseless Rusty blades, I spank it with rusty barbwires fences Cut your tongue off like an dentist then rip your guts out And watch it fall into place like Tetris flashing visions I'm deathless hacking people headless get left in the Cecil Hotel in the room where Ramirez killed the Maries Open portals snatch the specimens from older ages Put them in the modern world though hahahahaha! Crack your bones with a jagged knife and a jackhammer Then smoke your bones in the crack pipe with the mad hatter Leave you stranded somewhere on an distant abandoned planet Then stream it live from a webcam that the feds planted it Lust gluttony envy fighting I'm trained by Ali and Mike Tyson Bruce Lee and Rocky Balboa so wait 'til the cal blow up Hahahahahaha! Henrique sadistic as I laugh crying Hahahahahaha! I'm so evil I blast cancers in the gas chambers What I'm radiating is fast silent and mad violent Body bags piling flying to Thanos the Mad Titan Caio the vigilante in an hockey mask wilding All black but half-serpent and half-lion Burn you with a shotty that's flamboyant and cast iron If I read pyrokinesis it enchants fire smirking in the smoke Taking off the hockey mask proceed to mumify the victims in an Body cast get your torso chopped in half like samurais invading Breaking in Karate class the radioactive wastelands after the rocket blast Razor Raisers army of mutated psychopaths we dash and smash But we bash and blast Cho Virginia Tech, my villain name is the Stormsuper While you're keep missing like Stormtroopers Doctor Satan giving octopus Tentacles to an barracuda Anonymous Legion will keep sending viruses to your Computers waiting until an volcano eruption just summon destruction Superhuman that can fly laughing 'cuz you can't survive never feeling Satisfied everlasting mastermind mighty hands blast the nine We Nirvana battle cry amplify the hands of time banging angels in the sky Hack-and-slash, I can't decide, pet insects or pesticide? Leaving whole eyes petrified, feel me as I laugh and cry Darkness Harkness trapped is like you would never rap these lines Polarize the Poltergeist with the coldest solar eyes

[Outro] Hehehehehehe….

[darknessillumina]

INSANE.

[Verse:] Why the fuck am I here? I'm the man with no fears I'm the eye with no tears And you never struggled for shit I survived and climbed out the darkest abyss Clenched fist punching Santa Claus in Christmas My wishlist is filled with weapons, I'll live this The world's on my shoulders, either younger or older Colder and bolder with child pornography loaded on my folder I'll watch Daisy's Destruction over and over non-stop I'll fuckin' pop this Glock then resurrect Biggie and 'Pac In their coffins, darkest MC to mark this game Spark the flame, start the slang, heart disdain Shark bang, the pain, the rain and the power I'll change my patterns when the voices gettin' louder It seems that they got a thing for the way that I rhyme The way that I grind and the strays out the nine But a wise man told me "Keep blazin' this fire"

[Hook:] My mind's cursed, I'ma burst brains to the wall The things that I saw made me insane like a god In winter or fall, it's the homicide, suicide, genocide Fake friends that you ride My mind's cursed, I'ma burst brains to the wall The things that I saw made me insane like a god In winter or fall, it's the homicide, suicide, genocide Fake friends that you ride

[hatethisfuckinglife]

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[malicesaintoverseer]

💯💯 loose killaz stuff

[murdahonmymind]

"warfare" lyrics 💥

[universocaio]

Double Life - Remorseless (Remix)

(LYRICS)

[childrenofcain-if]

Going to make sure my MCs were the most sluttiest yet practical gear when they go hiking with V. V prayed for an angel but God gave them a devil instead.

Those water breaks are going to be torture.

the sun was a pale disc in a milky sky, casting a diffusing, almost celestial glow over the forest. the air was heavy with the smell of pine and earth, each breath a blend of freshness and decay, as though the very air were steeped in the steps of everyone who walked here before you.

V led the way, their steps sure and steady, navigating the rocky trail with the kind of practiced ease that spoke of someone who had spent a lifetime in the wilderness. their back was straight, their shoulders squared against the weight of the small, rugged backpack that seemed almost an extension of their body. the forest had always been their sanctuary, a place where the tangled underbrush and towering trees offered a kind of solace they found nowhere else.

you followed just a few steps behind, your figure contrasting against the muted greens and browns of the forest. your outfit, while practical enough for hiking—sturdy boots, fitted cargo pants, a lightweight jacket tied around your waist—was also undeniably provocative. the top you wore clung to your skin, accentuating every curve and line with a casual sensuality that seemed almost out of place amidst this wild corner of nature. the fabric was thin, clinging to you in the heat, and V couldn’t help but notice the way it shifted with each movement, catching the light in ways that made their breath hitch, just for a moment, before they forced their eyes forward once more.

it was impossible to ignore, try as V might. the rough terrain did little to distract them, each step only serving to heighten their awareness of you right behind them, your proximity comforting but also maddening. V could feel their resolve slipping, their grip on the silver cross around their neck tightening with every passing moment. the chain felt cold against their flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat that had settled in their chest, burning away any remnants of rational thought they could muster.

the trail steepened, the forest closing in around them, and V could hear your breath quickening just behind them, could almost feel the warmth of their presence brushing against their back. you reached a small clearing, a break in the trees where a fallen log offered a makeshift bench.

“need a break?” your voice cut through the heavy silence, casual and almost playful, as if you weren’t entirely aware of the strange heat brewing in V’s chest. or maybe you were, and that made it worse. the devil, after all, had a habit of wearing a familiar face, didn’t they?

“yes,” V said, the word coming out more breathless than intended. they cleared their throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure, as they nodded toward a shaded area up ahead. “water break sounds good.”

you smiled—a lazy, knowing thing—and made your way to the spot, pulling out a bottle of water from your bag as you settled onto the fallen log. V followed suit, but with none of your ease. they sat beside you, keeping a careful distance as they took a slow sip of water, hoping it would cool the fire that was threatening to consume them from the inside out. but then you shifted closer, the movement so subtle yet so deliberate, it felt like a test. a test of how much you could push them before they broke.

“V?” you asked, voice soft and laced with concern, but also with a hint of subtle amusement . “are you okay?”

V swallowed hard, right hand reaching to grab the cross around their neck as they tried to focus on anything but the way your hand had brushed against theirs.

“i’m fine,” they managed, though it sounded more strained than they wanted.

your gaze lingered on them, and for a moment, they thought you might press the issue. but instead, you leaned back, stretching out with a contented sigh, oblivious—or maybe just uncaring—of the effect you were having on them. and as your shirt lifted slightly, revealing a sliver of skin, V’s fingers tightened around their cross, knuckles going white.

‘lord, shield me from temptation, protect me from these sinful thoughts,’ they recited in their head. ‘purify my heart, o god, and make me whole. let not desire lead me astray, for i am weak, and i need your strength. i seek refuge in your grace, that i may not falter in the face of temptation. guide me, lord, keep me pure, and grant me the will to resist. in your mercy, i place my trust, and in your name, i find my salvation. amen.’

you threw a smirk over at them, as if you could hear the prayer in their head. as if you knew that no amount of devotion, no amount of faith could exorcise how you had taken root in their thoughts, twisting them in ways they never wanted to admit.

[fuckyeslilkim]

Satisfy You (Remix) — Lil' Kim's Verse (1999)

[soracities]

People are wild lol rap does actually take a certain level of skill to both perform and understand, it takes five seconds of research to see that theres decent lyricism going on there. Lots of rappers are actually great at english, they dont all know the official terms for the things they practice but rapping is like a form of poetry really.

ofc there are subgenres that i personally do not like such as mumble rap (a conversation for another time i digress) but if you take for example kendrick's latest diss tracks to drake, its something that has to literally be studied and broken down by a bunch of people lol and once you break it down and understand the refrences you see that its not just a bunch of words and a beat. of course white people will think something they dont understand is ghetto trash what else is new lol they're the kings of ostricizing and devaluing what they dont understand. They did it to jazz they did it to metal and alternative music and they do it to rap.

At the end of the day, culture is a thing that will be understood by those who are meant to understand it. You dont have to like rap to acknowledge that its an art, but calling it trash and refusing to see it from any point of view but your own speaks for itself.

And for the record, im not a rap fan lol its a genre i hardly listen to in fact, but what i am is an artist, and i can acknowledge art when i see it.

i'll be honest, i don't think lack of understanding is solely what comes into it, if at all. the genres that get the most aggressive pushback are also ones that threaten a cultural hegdemony in their respective societies (white, male, christian etc) and that's not a coincidence. rap gets the worst of this and ultimately i don't think it has ever boiled down to not knowing what GOAT means and a lot more to do with overt and tacit hostility towards black people making outspoken art on their own terms in a deeply racist society.

but otherwise i completely agree with you! the lyrical complexity, rhyming schemes and dexterity at play in a good rap song is second to none and you could absolutely teach a literature class on it. it is as much a poetic medium as anything else while also encompassing its own deeply layered, complex and distinct sensibilities--just like, literally, every other art form on earth! to pretend otherwise is just ludicrous at this point.

[animezinglife]

All I'm saying is one of those parody rap battles between the Archeron sisters and Sorrengail siblings would be absolutely hilarious.

[monamipencil]

lalali mv .... another day another slay

me after the mv

[unsetmentallydistraught]

I was angry.

[darknessillumina]

DEAD.

[Verse:] I can't breathe from the pain I've suppressed I think it's okay bud to think about death Same old case yeah man I think I'm depressed Swear I'll find a nine and I'll fuckin' squeeze Blow a hole through my throat Slice a vein in my neck, the gun bang bang Suicide with two TEC's, I'm gonna rape your kids I'm a psycho, bitch, and yes I like that little clit Who just can't squirt, collapse the pussy walls But that pussy tight though, the Devil made me cuz I'm Al Fish and you're Grace Budd I don't blow up to mainstream, I blow shit like Taliban Your kids are never coming home, where's Madeleine Cann? I mean, Devils killed my bros now they wanna kill me But crime is hierarchy and I inherit the darkness If I had to find a job, I would bring a grenade with no pins In front of my own coworker so he could see the thing

[creatingblackcharacters]

when it comes to Black stereotypes, do you think that they can be neutralized? if i had multiple character sharing a trait but they came from different places?

for example a Black character that spends most their time making music and smoking alone, but his White friend does something similar with him (not smoking but drinking)

they have more things about them like the struggle with their future and family and self esteem (Black character: Ian, his mother's death, and forms of neglect and the White character: Marcus, his family's pressure and forms of abuse). as for their interests, they both like going out in nature and art (music i mentioned earlier, especially poems and meaning behind lyrics, ian likes creating clothes and drawing, marcus enjoys fashion and painting abstract things)

they're very close friends and share a friend group. ian also grows closer to his sister as well (his support system)

sorry for the rant !!! i hope this was comprehensible (btw i'm Black and very new at actually developing characters) thanks in advance for the tips!

That's just writing, friend! There's no need to "neutralize", if I'm understanding what you mean. A Black boy smoking and making music does not mean he's a stereotype off rip. That's society suggesting that he's a "thug" or a "drug addict", but that doesn't mean he is. There are plenty of Black boys that make music while smoking, and all have different stories to tell that are worth hearing! Some of the best rap and hip-hop, for example, have come from Black people talking about their life experiences and expressing their feelings. Tbh, that's part of what rap is about. Storytelling!

Anyway, I've said it before; the description isn't always the stereotype, but how you develop the character and their story. If they have inner lives and interests. Your description is fine, for now.

Also, I've never met a white Marcus. Which is funny bc the name is Roman. Huh.

[malicesaintoverseer]

💯 loose killaz lyrics 💯

[murdahonmymind]

"EVIL" lyrics 🔪 🩸