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Nov 10, 2014 18:08:29 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Nov 10, 2014 18:08:29 GMT -5
Sometimes We Do
ambition, thats what mamas telling me is most important when youre off it, A's in a spelling B but i met a bad girl, reading in like telepathy she was real inked up, wore her heart on her sleeve Honestly I'm not, i was wanton to deceive get around to it later, acidic basically some myths of a rift in this space and this time its relative to me, thats why im making it mine open heart, orange juice and opiates break a habit get back at it, hard to just get over it advice for the rich, from pan-handlers and crooks then its hard to manage all the damages with everyone lookin Whos your worst enemy? mines probably me the rivalry or tyranny leads to my robberies a bobble headed oddity, no direction for the vision sixteen-bar lottery, the life they lead is a prison
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Nov 10, 2014 18:14:13 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Nov 10, 2014 18:14:13 GMT -5
munitions, stacked in the church basement uranium titanium and soviet basics plutonium, im owning em, im known to be hasty so i count half lives for the lack of my patience detained at the border for a hammer and sickle deranged like the orders for a plan to get richer different way into Mordor, it woulda been quicker if the spiders web had been cut a little thinner than thicker
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Dec 1, 2014 15:39:28 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Dec 1, 2014 15:39:28 GMT -5
Been a while, but yes I got my flow back let it be known that im doper than a prozac bread and bones, bent on believing im a sophist goes to show that truly though, nobody knows him the focus was bogus, was it ghostly neurosis heathen thrones for the dope kid I used to blow kiss, but now I throw fist Shovanist, no hope opposed to most cliques when its crunchtime Rock your chin with a fistful of blow, now that’s a punchline That was a dumb rhyme, So don’t speak like Stefani, but look at me sometime I be the maharaji, how can I be a fun guy? If I grow roots and soak in the sunshine Believe I gotta go before the reaper comes to get me im trying to believe, because believers always ready ready to die im tryna be big e, but that’s some kind of a climb but nortoriety couldn’t be found in a rhyme speaking in tongues as I slither and writhe I had a different approach, now I shiver and hide For the limits too high, for him to derive Switch the flow for the ride, that’s a quicker escape But nobody coulda judged me any quicker than fate
Aint that true Gank the keys to the benz and the maybach too Beating the beat till its black and blue I’m just seeking the needle in the haystack too
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Dec 1, 2014 15:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Dec 1, 2014 15:42:04 GMT -5
Hard head, heavy, heavy crown Rhody boy brim low when he out on the town I imagine this castle, above the clouds Where the rappers aren’t wack when they acting out so Better get your hustle on were back in the jungle Muzzle loaders with the muzzle off, holy shit, mazeltov Hey lady lets split a cocktail, a Molotov Burning up the streets and the hotel lobby floor They got they got, archers on the wall The say the higher you climb the farther you fall But I am not a lonely giant oh god I am so much more The golden army, this is Hell-boy, I’m tryna show you war Theres rebels in the sewers, civilians on the skewers Royalty and rumors, separatists over consumers I don’t buy it though, they were faking, I can prove it Ill be damned or ill be doomed if this EQ is not a movement
Been a while, but yes I got my flow back let it be known that im doper than a prozac no class, heathen thrones for the dope kid goes to show that, nobody knows him when its crunchtime Rock your chin with a fistful of blow, now that’s a punchline gank the keys to the benz and maybach too, sometimes i beat beats til theyre black and blue
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Dec 1, 2014 15:42:23 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Dec 1, 2014 15:42:23 GMT -5
Hard head, heavy, heavy crown Rhody boy brim low when he out on the town Ghosts at the window, mistletoe on the door Hard to tell the difference between my demons and whores Dreams made of lead that they sculpt into gold The fools strength only appears as the story unfolds They said ya bore me, not rewarding, not benevolent sir A pity party for the peasants, pleasantries they procure I got that S. , William not Shaun, The temptress spins a tempest at the island I’m on Do we all hoist the top sail or do we make for the shore? The captain… well you’ve heard that story before Don’t leave Adam pleaded in the garden of Eden, plants seed Next thing theyre awake, not a fruit on the tree Scratchin theyre heads like “greed got the better of me”
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Dec 7, 2014 21:34:06 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Dec 7, 2014 21:34:06 GMT -5
Nah, you wasnt ready for me// ill be a bone splitter, coke hitter, spread like disease// cold weather, storm bringer, float to the keys// rope ripper, no better, better than me// swing fast like Indiana, na-sir, i mean Jones// a reference deep embedded, when the boulders could roll// ya get it? i need a microphone to rip// call me the graverobber, i gotta bone to pick// for mosta you, too complex when Be rhymes// police sirens firin, Be's makin a B line// -- tracks i ripped up and owned it// play five finger filet till you cant hold the moment// i chose this, you little dude like Gary Coleman// around here they dont hear a track without me on it// -- i was a god, likelyhood that has not endured// is impossible, like me on a track i dont murk//
Verse 2 the first was the worst, the second will take a second// when ive invested time and effort at becomin the best at this// kill a rapper, a game of Clue when I write// so they sayin "it was Be, up in the booth with a mic"// the game need me, ask captain its crunch time// slap a rapper with my disc, call it a punchline// im laughin, gaspin, your rhymes are such trash Be!// stop rappin Twistd, either that or come at me// hit me up, flip a cup, i gotta verb to split// made a run, had enough? its affirmative// i would pay a million bucks if i could speak to the mass and fly away a sunny day if i could lay in the grass// wasted enough time, ill tell ya i meant well// but im an asshole off camera, kinda like Denzel// Fresh oakleys, jeans DKNY// those kicks would look good if you let the cement dry//
Verse 3 once upon a time i was the best you ever heard of// burnin up every rapper and wrappin up every burner// launchin an attack and maybe thatll learn ya// to think about the sentences you sayin when you word em// keep your ears peeled, treat me like nicotine// the patch is first sour and then it gets sweet// hopefully the bass knocks out the door frame// two kicks, using blunt ashes as war paint// theres a couple traits i been tryin to show them// got def compositions, call me Beethoven// oh girl, your legs the quotient// call the Alchemist, we can make the potion// i told them, that i got the notion im an author kinda epic like Tolkein// i know this, im an animal in fact// only rapper to admit he wears flannel on a track//
Verse 4 when i was a kid, i mean sometimes id try// to imagine what its like to be on slime time live// everlasting like tuck, evanescent like amy lee// way i came up, youll never guess what i made of me// namely, not a rap actor or actress// but cut a hole and stick a couple g's in the mattress// i got this, acid, or chemical reaction// mashin foot on the gas in stolen Astons// hold up, thats it, they say its hell when i spray// cant imagine why, cool like two L's and a J// my mission is just, mind wavers like the oceans// and swiftly changing tides quickly stir up commotion// if i was the judge of me, i wouldnt want none of me// lover thats tough to meet, fighter thats rough to beat// enough of me, i would never wary a man// but when the spotlights on, people, where do you stand?//
Verse 5 high school freshman, slept through every lesson// did everything eminem said and passed the test guessin// gave me a pat on the back for showin whats what// they gave me the peace prize, for shuttin you the fuck up// put the torch out, no one colder than me// i seen you sting like a butterfly, and float like a bee// i could see that your weak, see the Z's by my head?// if you please, when i fall, that the pits bottomless// ill never come down, grabbed a throne on Olympus// here comes the brainstorm, cumulonimbus// viewed in a vision, few coulda mentioned// what i was the best at? you coulda guessed it// blowing glass to shape a lightbulb for my head// and hoping that it goes like Benjamin said// i got an idea, its snowin, need no flame// to catch up, wash me down with some cocaine//
Verse 6 lucky for me, i gotta case of the ramble// randomly reacting, catching like bramble// hold me down, damn, honey whatcha said?// the feds are at the door and the moneys in the bed?// im a rolling stone, could say im walkin on hot rocks// burning up now, DC calls me Hot Spot// gauging my progress, im not naming names but// you mostly just sound like a bitch, like Sarah Palin// im wayward, way out, probably danger// the range of values change constantly, if you shake em// heres a math lesson, you plus me is bad news// only learn how they make rules just to break rules// i was placid, complacent, i had patience// you tested me further than you coulda faked// tell me again that a sixteen aint enough// subtract about seven, and ill stick that in your gut//
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Jan 9, 2015 3:17:22 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jan 9, 2015 3:17:22 GMT -5
not, the captain of the footbal team rollin never knowin that the glowing was dream moulin rogue, with a tune that was rude i was fluid or a nusiance never breathing the truth like trees are burnin never learning i was giving enogh im a titan not a god better keep lookin up noki-a or loki, i was focused, i was forcing a whole kamehameha let alone all the warped beats i force feed, flows, to the land i was morphing red pill, blue pill, fuck it, what was i snorting horse power, horse speed, four hundred, coursing, blood pump, quick jump to the admiral catapult, catapillar, i was bland as a killer originiality falters, muderous with the filters rather wilter wither die, on a verse i can fly dream a dream, live a nightmare, living to die
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Mar 9, 2015 16:44:40 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Mar 9, 2015 16:44:40 GMT -5
little home boy ruined you like old babylon — and then i built a new temple, so you know I’m a god and then i’m whittling weapons from the dead part of a log — so we could kill the empire, word up to Ewoks — oh yes i wrote a tragic sequel like, the wars in our stars suppose I’m just a prequel to a rap, song about cars how can i be all alone out here when theres water on mars? im sending satellites to saturn, but i could get — that —far tellin me again, that a sixteen aint enough then you could subtract about seven ill stick that in your gut ya bitch really I’m kidding i aint been thuggin since ’12 its the end of the world, horesmen ringing the bells theres this acid in the ocean, so I’m tripping on that I’ve been in a bakers dozen so they mixed up bout that but still im a standalone, but theres numbers in that king solomon reigned with a harem, holes in the facts so then i’ll roll with a snow globe, and some ho’s in the back and so the phantom growing old, but his solo’s in tact drama with the lady mistress, put that one aside but then again the, enemy infiltrates, just under disguise im a bat bottom of a well, my fears tickle and tease shes a cat woman with a fat ass so we’re thicker than thieves and now were Ever lost in a spell, the white wizard and bangers so when the mighty two towers fell, all the orcs screaming “Jenga!” boy you’re on “fire”
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Apr 20, 2015 21:49:33 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Apr 20, 2015 21:49:33 GMT -5
say whatsup to the holy ghost, they dont wanna know whats next holy moly what im rollin on, homeboy got a chin to check wu tang and a cigarette, poison hip hop witnesses the o z's broke them selfs up, boyyy, back when i was flipping it im standing on a leaden throne, you ganges with a shitty flow i pan handle bible belters, got their daughters under mistletoe they dont really get it though, the things i say just to provoke sentimental centipedes, a hundred feet to stomp the show arteries and shaky knees, wings i fly on to the gold pens and pencils breaking these, they bump my beats out on the road further than the farthest stars, backwards on the monkey bars harder than a diamond edge, water in the rocks on mars i cant even say whats next, just tryna get a pistol grip nah im kiddin, finish him, mortal kombat killin kid rappers want a piece of him, the pie been gettin cut too thin 3.14 then some more, im endless or im infinite living where the wishes die, windowpanes to better lives i windowshop a .45, point to my skull and blow my mind dumber than a speechless man, underneath the steeper steps congress look like beetle juice, ill take the floor and plead the fifth sassafrass that evil root, mustard gas a techno a spot blast is back to seal the deal, humpty dumpty bummin shots teeters totter, please im on one, got an egg to crack going ham just like theyre green, suessin up electro tracks like whoa
(Tonedef, Gobby)
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Apr 29, 2015 0:34:25 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Apr 29, 2015 0:34:25 GMT -5
they told me i was lee harvey at his onset but im more like --- harry potter with a bomb threat with my hand up a prom dress, robbin a stock broker general nonsense, overdosing when im not tokin i go so fucking hope solo on these domestic issues keeper strappin on the gloves to beat the shit outta you but im way doper than poppy seeds i clock a commercial rappers falloff at terminal velocity my hypotheses, im in the clouds like aristophanes burning out hip-hop-sophers on instrumental ganja leafs
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Apr 30, 2015 18:30:37 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Apr 30, 2015 18:30:37 GMT -5
dont look, back, the team all huddled round the ball but cap-tain Ahab said, Essex departing before the fall but that ship sank so now we're where we were before drowning, drowning, drowning in the loss dont wait for dreams, boy youve got to go give chase dont be number two, bleed out the ink or you'll be erased but i wont give i wont give, wont give, wont give em what it takes the moon obeys the tides, so im floating in the wake sleep par-a-lyzed these nightmares when im awake lucid, or lucy, im tripping on the chase disaster mounting, these mountains man, even everest shakes stop accounting, those numbers add up to less than fate
bless his name this wretched place
Be all that you can be I heard of that before never heard softer voice sound so sore all that you want to do they dont give a fuck about you let us dance and plan something new
sass-a-frass, mustard gas no knocking doors im not afraid im just not that sure class- action or ass, got a flask so let it pour might as well the whole world is all yours dont talk about it just take a walk around it
si-mon says, cover your heart and say the pledge hold your breath and jump the edge fuck a pencil you gotta grab a pen that li-o-ness maw is bloody, nosebleed chique silly puddy in nosebleed seats met you at the bathroom sink i di-gress the over-stimulated me misdiagnosing A.D.D. sniff a little speed to pass S.A.Ts son, en-list please be all that you can be a prideful nation nation showing its teeth im poaching lines while riding a beat the tempest comes and prospero plotting revenge the captains daughter his storm sent price is paid, dont offer a cent dont - make - sense there economics for that the more capital you stack the more interest your words garner back
stock mar-kets ticking faster than the clock eden's apple left out to rot in a dog-har-ness euthanize em with a shot all gods lesser creatures have been for- got
quartz cry-stals looking way more like a moon rock got my atria all tied up in knots its not - sim - ple blow my eardrums on a boom box i said shes sly but shes just not a fox
dy-na-sties teracotta army made out of stone carpet bombs where citizens roam the colony is piloting drones birds and bees buzz feed and tweet on rose petals blame school shootings on death metal violence is beautiful as hell
(Milky Chance - Stolen Dance beat)
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Jun 27, 2015 15:48:50 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Jun 27, 2015 15:48:50 GMT -5
[hook] wont you sing a dirge to me songbird? a song to which id die wont sing those songs for too much longer when your shoulders hold up the sky deeper tombs to rest the robbers, rotting bodies, rotting minds ronin disregards his honor trading eyes, becoming blind
[v1] bullets, bullets, martyrdom at the pulpit polterguists at the summit, a balrog down below it but if i learned something from it, id rather have known it before hed been defaced, a leather mask for a ronin zoning off of fumes, petroleum thick as blood a crusade for the crude, slapping wrists to get dumb out of sight, out of, out of mind pretty lights in the tunnel as we're running out of time bombs over Gamora, Qu'ran versus the Torah relative arguments about chronological order while we sleep the sand man or a sorcerer, the gunslinger and his horse, a soldier and his orders corporate board up, penciled borders storming the blackwater getting, dragged and quartered, short range missles and mortar spraying lead and fire like its independence day burning, burning, liar liar what have you got left to say?
drummer boy, no please or thank you crashing cymbals like an oil tanker thats nonsense, take what its worth the Oedipus complex, we rape mother earth, pay the loans off, indentured students ten trillion dollars against grassroots movements plates are shifting, resistence useless fugitives and the futile, tides, serfs, and the feudal
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Aug 6, 2016 10:50:34 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Aug 6, 2016 10:50:34 GMT -5
your life is a game of connect the dots the world is so cold and hell is so hot resistance, yes the energies blocked tests of mens mettle, there was a tether in plots looking back those dots, write a novel of faith "drowning I'm drowning", vertical swimming in space drowzy of the oxy piranhas give chase earth quakes; promises at the bottom of lakes agonal gasps for your momma, but the mannequin is fake star studded star struck, supernova debate pac and hova, cups of soda, i was probabaly awake but the problem is my common sense obnoxious in this state was all ablaze like johnny is, bum shots at someones wake a ton of dope for mommys kids, it isnt up to fate they poisoning the projects, with a dragon and a chase no options feeling godless with a watch for keeping pace
where are we now up up and away' ive been lost in the room no keys and no locks no problems no cops no wolves in the flock no locusts in the crop
now focus on the stars me and you we can get that far gunshots in glasses atop that bar colonists with a pimped out car candy strips when we out on mars your universe is a place for art connect the dots back from where we start your universe is a piece of art
mona lisa, smiling guile, i was ripping me apart failure was ailing, gripping a crash cart sailing and sailing odysseus was smart lotus and man eaters, sirens singing for his heart dont tell me that polyphemus being blinded, for poseidon wouldnt act two coins for boat keepers, swimming laps i dont see that i float and float on the river styx living people they give me kicks shed your ego, like summer clothes and let the winter bestill your soul frostbite in the spotlight i was living in a place that got me off like the difference is the teach the kids to talk right versus teaching kids to leave they crib by torchlight explorers in the corridors, vultures on the rot to find the man in black you gotta give it all you got chewing devil grass when the desert sun is hot im guessing that the lesson is you more than whatchu not
now focus on your means nightmares and sleepwalkers chasing these words and rhythms, patient beings why wait for signs just to wake your dreams?
as i walked through the valley of the shadow, i said what the hell did that mean, now that im dead? lobotomy patient, not a doubt in his head a robot had placed him in monotonous trend
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Mar 26, 2017 20:23:52 GMT -5
Post by Big E on Mar 26, 2017 20:23:52 GMT -5
Never know
Never know it Im a super volcano im hoping that I dont blow Never show it
Pull the curtain twisting words like a syltherin or serpent
Flirting with death , intertia, what's my purpose; Dead sea on the surface, microsoft wearing turban -- Cyber security
all the refugees curs-ed Curb stomp edward norton Nazis snorting the purses These the swords of the word smith
Emer-gency this is urgent
Im blurting words I ain't heard yet
Turning letfter the furthest Writing letters assurance That my death left in the dust Westerly on my current Pidgey give em the gust Fake rappers dont trust Novacaine in his teeth so his spittin was dumb Shits ridiculous, im splitting a tums 2 am in the back seat, slip em the tongue I was flipping it son, like father like son But i my mission was just, gotta give it to em Parasites banging drums - raw meat in your lungs Witches, skincrawlers, and the witnesses son
they all talkin They all talking
i wont lie im christopher walkin mixed with janis joplin, some mccauley caulkin mixed with tom brady, mixed with ralph lauren
they all talkin they all talkin i wont lie im more like a martian brewing evil potions, slaughtering the martyrs draining the oceans, i can walk farther
uhm
so often, the offerings all thats left no service on sunday to call your friends my birth rite, im breathing, what more you want? the rhymes i transcribe much more than font what more you want i drop bars off and on of course its gone, i dance death for the swan the horde it moves fast on Lodaeron the crown prince dies chasing after revenge how the fuck we let this all happen again a set of circumstances that happen to men but theres always second chances, at it again the inverter was backwards, change the shock aim the glock, then pull back, and blame your god pray to amun rae, its the same its hot some day the sun god will reclaim his lot
they all talkin they all talkin
What if God had written hieroglyphics sooner In the belly of the beast It's growing on me its a tumor What if God Had made a space ship for his people In the cradle, in the womb, In the pyramids and steeples What if God Had been a martyr for a.man In the mountains taking stand Like a leopard and the lamb What if God Was leaving me messages again In my throat and my hands In my heart and my pen What if God Was turning me into a vessel Never saying I was special When I signed it on a letter What if God Was simply acting as a Shepard Black Death for the peasants Cyber warfare and snipers What if God Was Peter when he picked a pickled pepper Severing an artery and probably leaving for heaven What if God Was nothing more than just a man And the universe Could do it worse Than his decisions can What if God Had made his people out of dirt Didn't tell them for the debt Owed back to the earth What if God Was something more like you and me Just a person on a screen with a dollar and a dream
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