Friday, February 16, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Toko's Statement
Jisei To Wa
Sunawachi Mayoi,
Tada Shinan.
English Translation:
Death Poems are
mere delusion-
death is death.
- Toko, 1795
Sunawachi Mayoi,
Tada Shinan.
English Translation:
Death Poems are
mere delusion-
death is death.
- Toko, 1795
Friday, January 12, 2007
Sweet Bloody Serenade
Sweet Bloody Serenade
Once the first letter is formed,
I lay it down better than before,
once I start I can't stop, I can be
a ronin that can kill with one shot!
Going slow motion, It's time I can
bend, my mind you can't simply
comprehend. Lead, ink and graffiti,
the art of the streets, layin' down
burners and beats!
Using my marker to carve a blade,
taking you into a sweet bloody serenade.
I inch to grab my hilt, making my presence felt.
Erase it, bring it back to basics,
the bullets caught my guy in the matrix.
I stare into space, the ink drips off the page,
the fury of blades..... stuck in a sweet bloody
serenade.
Bitch!
Once the first letter is formed,
I lay it down better than before,
once I start I can't stop, I can be
a ronin that can kill with one shot!
Going slow motion, It's time I can
bend, my mind you can't simply
comprehend. Lead, ink and graffiti,
the art of the streets, layin' down
burners and beats!
Using my marker to carve a blade,
taking you into a sweet bloody serenade.
I inch to grab my hilt, making my presence felt.
Erase it, bring it back to basics,
the bullets caught my guy in the matrix.
I stare into space, the ink drips off the page,
the fury of blades..... stuck in a sweet bloody
serenade.
Bitch!
Morning
Last night, I made the best rap ever! It's called Sweet Bloody Serenade.
I'll post it after the joke that is school is over. Peace!
I'll post it after the joke that is school is over. Peace!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Shitty Day
Another boring and shitty day at school.
My brother is reading over my
shoulder and it's pissing me off!
He has nothing better to do.
My brother is reading over my
shoulder and it's pissing me off!
He has nothing better to do.
Street Culture
Street Culture
When I'm spittin', b-boys be breakin',
eager to jump at what I'm makin' ,
when I blast my boombox ,
we break it up and never stop.
I always know how to drop a
beat, I move so you can't
see my feet.
We fightin' as street soldiers,
I lay it down, I thought I told ya'!
On the block, we be layin' it down
hot burners, I'll teach my homies
like new learners.
You dis me I won't give a fuck,
ya' always clown me cuz' you high on ruck,
I'm like crack you'll never get enough!
I have a mean beat and a mean tongue,
I holla at nigguh's ain't scared of um',
beatin' on you like beatin' on drums,
sprayin' the paint while echoeing anger
and pain, life grabs by the neck and throws
you into the game!
Got more funk than you in my finger,
trust me when I say I'm the realest nigga!
Ghost ride the whip!
Eveyone get crunk in this bitch holla'
at the DJ to scratch that shit'!
When I'm spittin', b-boys be breakin',
eager to jump at what I'm makin' ,
when I blast my boombox ,
we break it up and never stop.
I always know how to drop a
beat, I move so you can't
see my feet.
We fightin' as street soldiers,
I lay it down, I thought I told ya'!
On the block, we be layin' it down
hot burners, I'll teach my homies
like new learners.
You dis me I won't give a fuck,
ya' always clown me cuz' you high on ruck,
I'm like crack you'll never get enough!
I have a mean beat and a mean tongue,
I holla at nigguh's ain't scared of um',
beatin' on you like beatin' on drums,
sprayin' the paint while echoeing anger
and pain, life grabs by the neck and throws
you into the game!
Got more funk than you in my finger,
trust me when I say I'm the realest nigga!
Ghost ride the whip!
Eveyone get crunk in this bitch holla'
at the DJ to scratch that shit'!
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