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I am sharing a selection from my rhyme bible! So I will oblige:
Tonight’s the night today’s the day, I’m gonna change my life away, In my search to get more things, It only makes my soul empty, 9 to 5 then a 8 to 10 Till I’m 65 fifteen from the end We work for our money, but our money be workin’ us Tellin’ us, we ain’t never got enough, Like life’s supposed to be about the finer things, Like tennis bracelets and diamond rings, And if you can’t get that at least get some rims, Spend a life trying to hustle trying to keep up with friends, And an image that’s sold through a camera lens, Meanwhile most of these kids are like orphans, Parents at work trying to meet the mortgage, While they pray for the weekend and hope the week ends, Spend more time at work to get ends, And in the end all that’s left is the time they misspent. Tonight’s the night today’s the day, I’m gonna change my life away, In my search to get more things, It only makes my soul empty, I knew a man who, Gave away everything he had to, To live a life that was simply devoted to truth, But the world didn’t get what he wanted to do, And what he wanted from me and what he wanted from you, He said life is supposed to be laid down, Not stored up but given out, Most people think that God Blessed them, but they earned it, The only thing that we ever deserved, Is to live a life of service, In the morning when you’re waking up, Give it up, And live it up, Take that debt and rip it up, Cause in the end everything that you earned will never get you a thing, If you don’t give it up and acknowledge your king, The haters all say with disdain, “that’s a bunch of bull” With a familiar ring, But at the end of the day it eternal life that springs. Enjoy! 
[Edited 11/26/06 22:22pm] [Edited 11/26/06 23:33pm] Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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DanceWme said:
That was lovely! Yes I felt like doing something positive, but I do have some fierce battle rhymes for that ass. Those are secret like a Ninjas lair though! Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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karmatornado said: DanceWme said:
That was lovely! Yes I felt like doing something positive, but I do have some fierce battle rhymes for that ass. Those are secret like a Ninjas lair though!  | |
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DanceWme said: karmatornado said: Yes I felt like doing something positive, but I do have some fierce battle rhymes for that ass. Those are secret like a Ninjas lair though! Yes I have to save those rhymes for the fiercest 8th grade M.C.'s that battle me every year at the dances! lol  Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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karmatornado said: DanceWme said: Yes I have to save those rhymes for the fiercest 8th grade M.C.'s that battle me every year at the dances! lol I know yall have fun | |
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DanceWme said: karmatornado said: Yes I have to save those rhymes for the fiercest 8th grade M.C.'s that battle me every year at the dances! lol I know yall have fun now that you are going to bed, this thread will die a quick death, for none of our fellow comrades enjoy verse! [Edited 11/26/06 22:36pm] Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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that was very very well written 
i enjoyed the read and it's so true, we're spoonfed this image of people going from rags to riches as if it's easy, and we don't realize how many people are living paycheque to paycheque just trying to get by, and on top of that, have kids... i like it
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SammiJ said: that was very very well written
i enjoyed the read and it's so true, we're spoonfed this image of people going from rags to riches as if it's easy, and we don't realize how many people are living paycheque to paycheque just trying to get by, and on top of that, have kids... i like it
more? I have many many more. Here's the thing, like I mentioned in my porn thread, these positive threads of mine die faster than a bird flu victim and my "gross" threads live. Its up to people like you to keep these threads alive! Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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karmatornado said: SammiJ said: that was very very well written
i enjoyed the read and it's so true, we're spoonfed this image of people going from rags to riches as if it's easy, and we don't realize how many people are living paycheque to paycheque just trying to get by, and on top of that, have kids... i like it
more? I have many many more. Here's the thing, like I mentioned in my porn thread, these positive threads of mine die faster than a bird flu victim and my "gross" threads live. Its up to people like you to keep these threads alive! well i can't say anymore unless you post more!  | |
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SammiJ said: karmatornado said: I have many many more. Here's the thing, like I mentioned in my porn thread, these positive threads of mine die faster than a bird flu victim and my "gross" threads live. Its up to people like you to keep these threads alive! well i can't say anymore unless you post more! Ok I'll try to post one a day, but will post one more later on as a matter of fact! here you go! Let me kick off a little story about a cat named Mook, Lived in some Bronx P.J.’s around 72, Didn’t have much, but much isn’t what he needed, Cause in his poverty he learned his soul was undefeated, Started spinnin’ records, pullin’ people together, whatever, the weather, the level, the rebel, he was a microphone devil, Pretty soon Mook rocked the biggest parties on the block, It was like he answered the questions, and had the keys to the lock, When his fingers hit the tables it was like her forgot, he started wigglin’ and movin’ and performin’ to the beat, by the time it was over there was a new trend on the street, Couldn’t dance the old ways when you heard Mook’s tunes, so kids was makin’ up new moves to match the scratch in his grooves, Mook stayed really humble, it didn’t get to his head, cause he gotta lotta dap, but notta, lotta bread, Now the 80’s went around it went from bad to worse, Mook was noticing some came last and others came first, it was him who conveyed some kind of Reaganomic curse, The folks in the P.J’s they had no clue, so Mook started spittin’ on it when he played his tunes, Started speaking bout the system, speaking bout the lies, Rappin’ bout the violence he witnessed with his eyes, Mook told his neighbors stand together, band for greater strength, Went to pure waters and expanding minds and states, This cat was all about community, and keeping folks in unity, cause that’s the root of the tree, and the voice of the free, its gotta be you, its gotta be me, to take responsibility and stand up on our own two feet, And folks were getting’ and pumpin’ it, and playing it loud, and where they used to live in shame, folks were suddenly proud, Things were going fresh word up for a couple of years, cause Mook was speaking the truth, and he had the youth’s ears,,,, but things changed, Mook changed, hip hop changed too….. One day Mook got tired of living of just respect, started looking for that money that ASCAP royalty check, Drinking at the club just a little too much, hanging with the kids he used to mistrust, Stopped talking bout unity and standing together, Started talking get my chedda, whenever, wherever, Got caught up in the actions of life and its strife, didn’t realize his so called friends pulled out a butterfly knife Slit his throat, took Mook’s sound and claimed it as their own, The sound of mook’s voice, man to this day its gone, when I roll through the hood I hear the echoes of his songs, mostly what I hear is where Mook went wrong, the downfall of Mook, the downfall of his soul, the downfall of hip hop, the downfall of the call, the downfall of character, the downfall of us all! Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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karmatornado said: SammiJ said: well i can't say anymore unless you post more! Ok I'll try to post one a day, but will post one more later on as a matter of fact! here you go! Let me kick off a little story about a cat named Mook, Lived in some Bronx P.J.’s around 72, Didn’t have much, but much isn’t what he needed, Cause in his poverty he learned his soul was undefeated, Started spinnin’ records, pullin’ people together, whatever, the weather, the level, the rebel, he was a microphone devil, Pretty soon Mook rocked the biggest parties on the block, It was like he answered the questions, and had the keys to the lock, When his fingers hit the tables it was like her forgot, he started wigglin’ and movin’ and performin’ to the beat, by the time it was over there was a new trend on the street, Couldn’t dance the old ways when you heard Mook’s tunes, so kids was makin’ up new moves to match the scratch in his grooves, Mook stayed really humble, it didn’t get to his head, cause he gotta lotta dap, but notta, lotta bread, Now the 80’s went around it went from bad to worse, Mook was noticing some came last and others came first, it was him who conveyed some kind of Reaganomic curse, The folks in the P.J’s they had no clue, so Mook started spittin’ on it when he played his tunes, Started speaking bout the system, speaking bout the lies, Rappin’ bout the violence he witnessed with his eyes, Mook told his neighbors stand together, band for greater strength, Went to pure waters and expanding minds and states, This cat was all about community, and keeping folks in unity, cause that’s the root of the tree, and the voice of the free, its gotta be you, its gotta be me, to take responsibility and stand up on our own two feet, And folks were getting’ and pumpin’ it, and playing it loud, and where they used to live in shame, folks were suddenly proud, Things were going fresh word up for a couple of years, cause Mook was speaking the truth, and he had the youth’s ears,,,, but things changed, Mook changed, hip hop changed too….. One day Mook got tired of living of just respect, started looking for that money that ASCAP royalty check, Drinking at the club just a little too much, hanging with the kids he used to mistrust, Stopped talking bout unity and standing together, Started talking get my chedda, whenever, wherever, Got caught up in the actions of life and its strife, didn’t realize his so called friends pulled out a butterfly knife Slit his throat, took Mook’s sound and claimed it as their own, The sound of mook’s voice, man to this day its gone, when I roll through the hood I hear the echoes of his songs, mostly what I hear is where Mook went wrong, the downfall of Mook, the downfall of his soul, the downfall of hip hop, the downfall of the call, the downfall of character, the downfall of us all!  what you're saying is true, now is Mook a character generated from someone we all know out there in the rapgame? or what?
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SammiJ said:[quote] karmatornado said: quote] what you're saying is true, now is Mook a character generated from someone we all know out there in the rapgame? or what?
what is your artist statement on this poem? Well the Mook is a caracature about the evolution of hip hop that I have seen growing up from a positive form of and voice of the downtrodden and world weary, to a form of negativity that is just doing no good and has no socially redeeming value and I love hip hop. There are still pockets of good. but folks don't even know about the elements anymore! [Edited 11/26/06 23:04pm] Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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karmatornado said:[quote] SammiJ said: karmatornado said: quote] what you're saying is true, now is Mook a character generated from someone we all know out there in the rapgame? or what?
what is your artist statement on this poem? Well the Mook is a caracature about the evolution of hip hop that I have seen growing up from a positive form of and voice of the downtrodden and world weary, to a form of negativity that is just doing no good and has no socially redeeming value well put, and i totally got that from reading it
it's so true, eventually, there will be no more rap... wait a minute...it's already happened  all i hear is shit on the radio... | |
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SammiJ said: karmatornado said: Well the Mook is a caracature about the evolution of hip hop that I have seen growing up from a positive form of and voice of the downtrodden and world weary, to a form of negativity that is just doing no good and has no socially redeeming value well put, and i totally got that from reading it
it's so true, eventually, there will be no more rap... wait a minute...it's already happened all i hear is shit on the radio...Its still there, you just have to dig under the surface, I love underground hip hop. Even some canadian hip hop like Swollen Members is of the chain! Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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karmatornado said: SammiJ said: well put, and i totally got that from reading it
it's so true, eventually, there will be no more rap... wait a minute...it's already happened all i hear is shit on the radio...Its still there, you just have to dig under the surface, I love underground hip hop. Even some canadian hip hop like Swollen Members is of the chain!  totally NOT into swollen members 
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i'm off to bed, hope 2 see more up tomorrow!  | |
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SammiJ said: i'm off to bed, hope 2 see more up tomorrow!
All right will do! Carpenters bend wood, fletchers bend arrows, wise men fashion themselves.
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karmatornado said: SammiJ said: well i can't say anymore unless you post more! Ok I'll try to post one a day, but will post one more later on as a matter of fact! here you go! Let me kick off a little story about a cat named Mook, Lived in some Bronx P.J.’s around 72, Didn’t have much, but much isn’t what he needed, Cause in his poverty he learned his soul was undefeated, Started spinnin’ records, pullin’ people together, whatever, the weather, the level, the rebel, he was a microphone devil, Pretty soon Mook rocked the biggest parties on the block, It was like he answered the questions, and had the keys to the lock, When his fingers hit the tables it was like her forgot, he started wigglin’ and movin’ and performin’ to the beat, by the time it was over there was a new trend on the street, Couldn’t dance the old ways when you heard Mook’s tunes, so kids was makin’ up new moves to match the scratch in his grooves, Mook stayed really humble, it didn’t get to his head, cause he gotta lotta dap, but notta, lotta bread, Now the 80’s went around it went from bad to worse, Mook was noticing some came last and others came first, it was him who conveyed some kind of Reaganomic curse, The folks in the P.J’s they had no clue, so Mook started spittin’ on it when he played his tunes, Started speaking bout the system, speaking bout the lies, Rappin’ bout the violence he witnessed with his eyes, Mook told his neighbors stand together, band for greater strength, Went to pure waters and expanding minds and states, This cat was all about community, and keeping folks in unity, cause that’s the root of the tree, and the voice of the free, its gotta be you, its gotta be me, to take responsibility and stand up on our own two feet, And folks were getting’ and pumpin’ it, and playing it loud, and where they used to live in shame, folks were suddenly proud, Things were going fresh word up for a couple of years, cause Mook was speaking the truth, and he had the youth’s ears,,,, but things changed, Mook changed, hip hop changed too….. One day Mook got tired of living of just respect, started looking for that money that ASCAP royalty check, Drinking at the club just a little too much, hanging with the kids he used to mistrust, Stopped talking bout unity and standing together, Started talking get my chedda, whenever, wherever, Got caught up in the actions of life and its strife, didn’t realize his so called friends pulled out a butterfly knife Slit his throat, took Mook’s sound and claimed it as their own, The sound of mook’s voice, man to this day its gone, when I roll through the hood I hear the echoes of his songs, mostly what I hear is where Mook went wrong, the downfall of Mook, the downfall of his soul, the downfall of hip hop, the downfall of the call, the downfall of character, the downfall of us all! Niiiiice 
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