Death by Silence

hip hop lyrics

I’m f*****g out of control you see,
‘This Chick’ is used to describe me,
I’m like lightening,
You know shocking,
I’m provoking, perverted,
& well worded.
I’m smart, swift,
Art is just one gift,
I can drive & ride a stick.

 

My words sting,
And you’re stung, & stunned,
But I’ve just begun to twist my tongue,
& list the words your LISP can’t confront.
I’m here to de-bunk your faulty front,
Of flow symmetry, what you got?
Give it to me! Ready? 1-2-3…
Seconds have passed & you STILL have yet to speak?
I repeat! You still have yet to speak!

 

I must have your mind locked down like a penitentiary,
Where’s the logical thought in an MC?
How far does it reach?
I will continue to penitrate the principle boundaries when I speak.
Completely confronting, blatently, unrestrained,
Effortlessly dreaming while you complain,
No disdain, don’t fret,
Though my words are demeaning,
I ment no disrespect.

 

Though my composure, at times extreeme,
Is decided & copy writed by me.
I’m obsessive, & compulsive,
Not to mention my hyper activity.
My state of mind is beyond gone,
Far past right or wrong.
I was placed on this earth in eighty-two,
Plenty of years of NOT knowing what to do.

 

Cuz I’m NEVER knowing,
ALWAYS expecting,
Never knowing what to expect.
The silence kills, like one too many ‘E’ pills,
It’s amazing what we’ll do for thrills,
Spills a little brew for the fallen few,
That remain in my heart like morning dew,
Then there’s her, him, & you,
Telling ME what to do?

 

Repress my obsessions,
Express my confessions,
Accept confrontations,
& talk out my issues,
& I’m STILL expected not to come unglued?
F**K You! F**k you.

 

So who’s to say what will happen today?
Is the Virgin Moonshine on the way? Yay!
Time ticks by, slow & sly,
While I speak my life into the mic.
Triffeling hoes,
I murder their lives,
Three verbs per line,
Used to describe,
How YOU whine.

 

Crime on the streets is ever inclining,
I’m still spittin’ while the record’s rewinding,
& you’re just now finding the beat?
Once again, I repeat: You’re just now finding the beat?
& I’m caught scratching my head,
Wondering, when the words end,
When the thought stops…

 

& at the same time WONDERING,
Where the f**k’s the POT?
I load bowls to maintain,
Thought control.
This is my revolt led by rage,
My venom spit clear,
A direct hit,
Injecting my murderous words,
Page after page.

 

I paralyze your weak, worthless versus,
So that when I’m done clownin’,
You feel stuck & find yourself stumblin’ for words,
Yeah that’s right,
I got you mumblin’ in a verse curse,
Now roll away, in my lyrical hearse,
So they may burry you,
With the rest of my quarry.

 

How I love dreary days like this,
Missery to me, is like a kiss full of bliss,
Everyone, should drop beats like this!
Spoon full of BASS will cure my nasty fate,
Death by silence, is what the doc will say.
When the music ended it made her heart PALPITATE…

 

DEATH BY SILENCE,
Is what the doc will say.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

You are the boss! My daughter is around the hip hop scene in Seattle. I've heard a CD or two of the local talent. Your rap is strong. The hip hop verse can be learned but to be great is a gift. You have it.

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