cypHEr Rap Your Ass Off, Share & Discuss Favorite Lines And Artists
I’m not a rapper.
Appreciate rap & hip-hop, poetry in a unique form.
Enter some of your dopest raps and favorite artists.
I’d also be interested in everyones list for top 3 rappers who R.I.P.
& Top 5 rappers of today.
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Del, Symphonic the EvoLoutionary, Atmosphere, Modill, Abstract Tribe Unique, Jedi Mind Tricks, Immortal Technique, & the list goes on.
I write poetry some of it is close to what you might consider a rap. One of my favorite quotes I’ve written:
“Us humans are hollow and by nature fill the whole with things, hobbies, and ideas. Whether you choose thinking or drinking; what to do is up to you. There is only one moment, and it is NOW, and it is eternity.”
Have a look at a these hiphop groups from new zealand homebrew and @peace, these two bands have a amazing lyricist called tom scotch
well worth a listen to
here are a few of there tracks coming from the deep south of the world New zealand!!
Publishing poetry through a publisher is really hard. You either have to have connections, previous publications, or get really lucky. I’ve been sending some of my stuff off but nothing yet.
Ok… here’s a little something I call “The Condition Of Life”
POSTPONE THE APOCALYPSE
The caustic brevity of our existence is inevitably our persistence.
We are the implanters, the advancers.
I beam down to the futuristic cities, break up their leadership committees, and suck on their wive’s titties.
And yeah, my rhymes get a little gritty… but I write them for the subcommittees. Take it or leave it.
I am a raconteur, a grandeur voyeur, a force majeur. I am not de rigour, and yes I know about Louis Pasteur. Regardless, I will leave this.
People comin’ through and we’re gonna find you. Maybe you should start anew, construe a canoe, pursue a tattoo even though it’s taboo. If you want to… I can give you some analytical review.
Language is devolving.
“Oh poo! I think I caught swine flu.” I need a cure, it’s on debut.
Up my nose ’cause I believe you. Paying not to catch something; now I bid you adieu.
You’re pretty hard to get into, but someone would sure like to get in you.
Pursue a screw, imbue you with Mr. McNew.
They wear such pretty clothes, nobody knows their demons
this is the age of reason, it will manifest in due season.
Contageous, we spread across this nation. What I’m droppin’ is inspiration, so technically I breathe creation.
I part the sea of life, hoping more to come through. No I don’t want a wife, I just want you.
I want to see your soul; a single brick in the whole.
Please break for the enlightened and of course they’ll not be frightened.
It’s what they’re waiting for… it’s the next dirty Asian whore;
it’s time when shit hit’s the floor, what the fuck are we fighting for?
Yeah I’m a teacher, I’m also a student
I’m a philosopher, I consider it prudent
I care about science ’cause others abuse it
and I rhyme to time so we can hear true shit
drop me a line I might wanna use it
but right now I’ll touch on this new bit
Inadequate health care is quite a scare I admit, but I have clean water to drink… No shit.
Abortion may be contortion but I sleep at night knowing WE have my back.
And yeah, I heard of Tiger. I heard he cheated on his wife multiple times… Thanks for letting me hear about other people’s problems all the time. He’s my little cousin’s role model. Thanks for tainting the moment. We shouldn’t care.
In this great country, with great power, it becomes great… with responsibility.
If you deal me a card I’m gonna use it
and trust in WE because that’ll fuel it
don’t say goodbye unless you lose it
you can get high and I won’t give two shits
I might be a guy but I’ve got two hips
call me lazy, my brain; I use it
call me crazy… I might fuckin’ lose it
And I know he cares, that’s why I do this
Jesus introduced me to this motherfuckin’ game
that’s why I create; all in his name…
but he’s afraid, you’ve, uh, forgot about Buddha
and he’d like you to know, we’ve, uh, got nowhere to go
Our father, ART, in heaven hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom will come, thy will will be done, on earth
for it could/should/would/ and WILL be heaven.
Oh my god is this kid foreal? He’s spitting words that I can feel.
Like I said… I don’t care… I’m here for your soul.
Uttering words long spent unspoken, we are revolutionaries awoken.
Rhyme to time leave false idols broken;
make moves don’t live life simply hopin.
From a young age I took to the page,
wrote rhymes to explain the times.
It was always the abstract that consumed me
and the good times ate my soul; doomed me.
A long search for love landed me looking through memories for a glimpse of greatness.
You must realize you are your own creator limited only by that which you accept as reality and finality will follow.
Us humans are hollow and by nature fill the whole with things, hobbies, and ideas. Whether you choose thinking or drinking… what to do is up to you.
There is only one moment, and it is NOW, and it is eternity.
Y’all in the ocean coastin’ with the sails out
Hey America thanks for the bailouts
I made off like the banco ambrosiano
Got away scott free like el Vaticano
Acitvists act a bitch, get mad at me
‘Cause I’m a tax free charity
80% to the staff and company
And 20% to the homeless and hungry
The country gotta pay the fed reserve
Kick back to the banksters haven’t you heard
You protest cops or patrols on the street
But I bought city hall so I own the police
Email, facebook and the shit you tweet
Own the phone companies so I heard you speaking
My suggestion is no correction, no elections, sex with no affection
No invention would benefit the world of man
Will exist till I got the money in my hand
World bank, interest rate, damn rape on the spot
But I’m a gangster you gon’ take my money like it or not, nigga
(I got your country in my pocket, motherfucker!)
- Immortal Technique
“The revolution is as real as evolution.” – Tom Pepe (Knowmads)
“My mind dreams in rhyme schemes your mind sleeps on.” – Tom Pepe (Knowmads)
“I pray for better days, whatever may come. Every suns rise is another settin’ sun. I wonder who’s to judge for the things that we’ve done. Person who I was lives with who I become…” – Tom Pepe
“Why do we play each other life is just game when we got the same heart, same feelings, same brains, same thoughts, same joys, same pain, but we act like we different just cuz we got different names. Honestly I don’t expect a lot of us to change until we caught up in that got us stressin’ to the veins.” – Tom Pepe
“Bases loaded two outs, smokin’ on the 9th bowl, floatin’ through blue clouds holdin’ onto light-bulbs. When I combine the elements I’m defying the prejudice cuz I supply the evidence of a higher intelligence…when I supply the evidence of a higher intelligence.” – Tom Wilson (cheef) Knowmads
If you didn’t read all of those…well you should. :)
@tatler, Seems to me like he’s just another guy who really wants to be a rapper and has no heart for it.
And ya, I don’t like rappers who talk about problems – that’s the weak shit. Depressing/yawn/heard the same complaints like 100 times over, I’m not 16 anymore.
Well I used to be really into rap but I’m really getting sick of hearing other peoples’ scattered thoughts. I used to feel guided by them but now I look back and I’m like, wow.. I looked up to these conceited, pseudo-intellectual, makeshift musicians? There’s some rap I still like – some a lot. Anything that is trying to lecture me or inspire me I find to be really retarded. Linear story telling also bores the shit out of me
I like artists who accomplish these two things: combine character/metaphor/intelligence into a highly intriguing thought style that makes me want to find the mother fucker in real life and talk to him for hours; and, fucking spits crisp murder over beats.
I like alliteration and assonance, unpredictable rhyme patterns that work and leave me saying.. how the fuck did he think that up… Pretty much Aesop Rock, Atmosphere and Mos Def are the only artists whose intelligence and skill I truly respect.
They are the Da Vinci, Michelangelo and Rembrandt of rap
Bedroom walls, bathroom stalls, gossip drawling on and on
The song goes:
no harm comes of psalms that ponder upon
the blossoms of nature possible
Dig up fossils,
but watch that shit
I’ve seen the road’s end, the kid was on some solstice gig
Shitted out of luck and sought the tow truck – FUCK!
Starstruck and dazed spending days ill behaved
Shame. Damn shame. Haze all looks the same-same.
Feigned the crutch
Destruction panes away from suchness
A mess is a mess, amateur chess
Couldn’t fess up to my best self
Some stride left underneath his belt
Seemed like he had some foul breath left
Is that mental health?
Sike, no, fuck no
Cresting on a crust so
I’m forlorn to the foreign
These lands are being torn
Worn by the wrong lord
Warning and foretoldings don’t seem to split the unfolding of our own morgue
So I was told I’m a badass mother fucker.
I dissipate structure out of dumb luck
Trust myself like gunk to funk
Like crunk is already drunk
Sunken captain though
Lacking action – too slow
Not that hard to speed it up bro though yo.
Not at all
I’m St. Paul’s Saul.
I’m the writing on the wall.
Like Jesus did that shroud shit out of service, irking y’alls feminine purpose
out of spite for worthless surfaceness disturbances
Let me check, yup, certified.
I’d like to die crying, wouldn’t that be worth while?
Wouldn’t you be secretly cracking a smile under the tear tide, aye? Am My rite?