We on the back of something monstrous
The only problem is it's also on to us
Ouroboros; it's a confluence
I walk on water in some water moccasins, peep!-
It gets aqueous; This is obviously deep
Make a Mediterranean say magnefique!
Launchin' the fleet while- bad b****es washin' my feet
Y'all in the meanwhile- ass kissers talkin' that sheet
Whitey can't be down- sound like a cop on that beat
Bad like I'm Lee Brown- Roy when I rock em to sleep
The clutch release that got you sunk into your bucket seats-
They droppin' buzz ballads now; I'm droppin' buzzer beats-
These kids are puppets like Cousin Skeet-
But if I put my hands on em they won't f***in squeak!
Not a f***in' peep! Not a f***in' eek!
Not a egad or an eep, but who am I to speak?
Who am I to speak?

@Rockman you prolific as hell sheesh, you ever actually record verses/songs?

I recorded more when I was younger. Never enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing. A lot of stuff I post here just starts as shower bars

I messed around with AI voice filters some months back. Wrote a UK drill verse for DOOM

voca.ro/110UebqebjdN

Resemble a detective, Burberry trench with the Stetson,
Guide the whip hectic at Friedkin’s direction, The French Connection,
Sorcerer, dynamite in the trunk, Cruising through the tension
Exorcist head spin, arrested for possession
Vukovich how I refused redemption, no testifying for a lighter sentence
Just one thing that I forgot to mention,
when I’m off the boot its under God’s protection, and you know the big man highly selective!

Man that Doom AI sounding great on that beat

RIP Villain

That scribe love

Any other modes of writing that you like?

McCabe & Mrs. Miller (1971)

The man with no name is lawless
Change of pace when that name is enormous
Card sharks prey on the novice
And the brothel turn sharks into pollocks

California Split (1974)

Altman cross talk in the Walkman
Gould jawin' stream of conscious, flawless
Pit boss all cautious, George Segal losses
But close up shop at a profit, nonsense!

Nashville (1975)

All shrugs for a shot list
Just swan songs for the songstress
Goldblum gone godless
In a back-Woodstock, plotless

I write poetry and film criticism and did a few screenplays for fun. Just a hobby

Shawty bad, I had to rubberneck

Took her to the crib, now Im finna

Rub-Her-Neck

i call b****es females (YUH)

(this is an ironic post, I love women)

in this life i cant change my way
she say she praying for me
so she burning sage
i be with big bills like im brian cage

i don't like to follow rules
got a lot of s*** to do
shordies be like, ayee what's your namee

got a lot of baes,
i do thangs.. a certain way..
i could be a stylist,

shinin bright, ya might go blind
better i've gotten, dodgin the cops

spottin the cops, drop a lotta guap on pot
take a lotta shots

It’s 5:55, I’m gonna one up Jay-Z
Crack more seals open than the enemy of the navy
Takin b****es out their homes (Holmes), go on a Cruise like Katie
When I’m hittin her with my Biggie she hollers out “Baby, Baby”

Every day I put my f***in all in
Like a double dribble I’m too (two) ballin
When the plug gets the d**** I’m gon fall in
Cuz auntie won’t stop f***in callin
I love my auntie Like she rode equestrian
Im in the streets more than pedestrians
Make that b**** walk like a pedestrian
Who’s gonna tell buddy what type of mess he in?
Keep that strap on me like lesbians
Behind the scenes these rappers be thespians
I’ve been workin harder than the Mexicans
Im at the top of the totem like Ketchikan
I’m the line leader, not the caboose
Slit throats kill whole alphabets like Papoose
Run off on the plug and leave a noose
I watch (wash) my P’s (pounds) used to watch (wash) my Q’s (quarters)

I’m the type to stoop to your level
I’m past the 36th chamber with a 38 special
You can’t hide (Hyde) from Dr Jekyll
I walk with rebels that talk with the devil
Beat yo ass down while I play Please Excuse My Hands
Beatin down yo b**** while I play Bandgang Lonnie Bands
I’m listening to Jay-Z The Blueprint thinking “what’s the plan?”
Got an idea when the next song was Rick Ross - Pots & Pans

damn Sherm

Make ya body flip like acrobatics
I got it in them hallways sellin smack to the addicts
Rosemary, basil, and thyme, all the aromatics
Shorty suckin the d*** made the Betty Boop blush face
I open her legs like a fresh investigation case
Or Nike shoebox with the Jordan grapes
I’ll put you in your place like flowers in a vase
(LIKE ORCHIDS MOTHAFUCKA)

I’m in Jay-Z’s basement eating 4 for 4 (4:44) Wendy’s combos
It’s dark down here and, Hell, it’s hot, probably from the 20 flambeaux
His house is so big, I’m in this b**** comfortably bumping Benny Blanco
A mile high out my mind but I don’t see any Broncos
When’s Jay coming home? I don’t know, he must be a busy man
I bet if I called him right now he’d say “This is HOV, I’m busy, man”
Tomorrow we’re supposed to have dinner I won the Dinner With Jay-Z contest
But little does Shawn know I’m strapped with a C4 bomb vest
If you don’t drop the album I’ll drop a bomb on you Jay
Drunk dial Beyoncé, yeah I’ll call Mom on you Jay
Kingdom Come, live with me in the kingdom crawl space
Watching Mr. carter through Basquiats with eyes cut out in the wall space
I hope he doesn’t notice his Tom Ford cologne slowly dwindling—
Ah s***, all the flambeaux went out they need rekindling
I think I saw a pile of old Memphis Bleek cassettes
I’ll have to use that for fuel but I’m gonna be upset

On my Daniel Khalife s*** I’m about to bar it out

Flip you like my stock options
Checkin all these haters like my profit margins on the market