proper 🔩Nov 14, 2023
Reidwe could probably end up writing a great song for here
- proper 🔩Nov 14, 2023Block Muteson· edited
A bag of grease sits passenger waxen from the blasting heat. Idle musings of satellite radio lend credence to the myth of brain destroying frequencies. This morning, like every other morning, the host is boiling over about some piece of content they have so willfully consumed. A doughy man in his 40s is scarfing down a burger for breakfast and getting secondhand outrage when his mind isn't completely slathered in secret sauce.
Vapor clouds the truck windows, water pining to be ice. John hates facing the early morning chill. It reminds him of serving. He had once thought that mail delivery was a noontime affair, maybe after an early lunch. He'd met the mailman at the Pinwicky Farms mailbox for a dozen years in a row before going off into the desert. 12 O'Clock on the dot rain or shine. The entire world not being Pinwicky was a brutal revelation for John.
After being discharged, he no longer met the mail person at the box while sporting the winning smile of a fool, but nostalgia kept noon on his mind. A cruel synchronicity had put visions of summer in his head, country drives down scenic roads dotted with bright red mailboxes. Another dream sheet. This crack of dawn letter hauling through stucco suburbs was not a communal experience and it sure as s*** was not summer.
You'd be surprised how cold the desert can get. When John remembers he crosses himself and thanks the heavens for trivial comforts: his truck, McDonalds heat lamps, infuriating quarterbacks- everything that keeps him warm. Culpepper should not be rolling out of the pocket with such a good line in front of him. That's just flash over fundamentals. The muscles and arteries in John's neck ungulate sending blood upward and processed starches down. He chases them with soda.
John crosses himself again. Anyone who's ever seen rectal feeding and gone on to enjoy another French fry would do the same. Eating MREs for every meal had been preferable, but discontent is all relative. As John sees it, anyone asking for less in this world has either never been deprived or is readying themselves to be martyred. John has seen actual martyrs, played hot potato with rebels from hell. Nobody envies the dead. Not up close.
u crazy for this one
Nov 14, 2023·1 replyBlock MutesonA bag of grease sits passenger waxen from the blasting heat. Idle musings of satellite radio lend credence to the myth of brain destroying frequencies. This morning, like every other morning, the host is boiling over about some piece of content they have so willfully consumed. A doughy man in his 40s is scarfing down a burger for breakfast and getting secondhand outrage when his mind isn't completely slathered in secret sauce.
Vapor clouds the truck windows, water pining to be ice. John hates facing the early morning chill. It reminds him of serving. He had once thought that mail delivery was a noontime affair, maybe after an early lunch. He'd met the mailman at the Pinwicky Farms mailbox for a dozen years in a row before going off into the desert. 12 O'Clock on the dot rain or shine. The entire world not being Pinwicky was a brutal revelation for John.
After being discharged, he no longer met the mail person at the box while sporting the winning smile of a fool, but nostalgia kept noon on his mind. A cruel synchronicity had put visions of summer in his head, country drives down scenic roads dotted with bright red mailboxes. Another dream sheet. This crack of dawn letter hauling through stucco suburbs was not a communal experience and it sure as s*** was not summer.
You'd be surprised how cold the desert can get. When John remembers he crosses himself and thanks the heavens for trivial comforts: his truck, McDonalds heat lamps, infuriating quarterbacks- everything that keeps him warm. Culpepper should not be rolling out of the pocket with such a good line in front of him. That's just flash over fundamentals. The muscles and arteries in John's neck ungulate sending blood upward and processed starches down. He chases them with soda.
John crosses himself again. Anyone who's ever seen rectal feeding and gone on to enjoy another French fry would do the same. Eating MREs for every meal had been preferable, but discontent is all relative. As John sees it, anyone asking for less in this world has either never been deprived or is readying themselves to be martyred. John has seen actual martyrs, played hot potato with rebels from hell. Nobody envies the dead. Not up close.
Read “a bag of grease sits passenger waxen from the blasting heat.” And thought this was gonna be an incredible block text rap
- Nov 14, 2023Reid
b****es can get the d*** regardless, ion give a f*** what’s on they chest,
but if I catch her cheating, ima air the K out in public like I’m Kanye West.gossip for the blogs and keep the real for the city folk/
albums flopping hard even the fans keep asking did he choke? 
Nov 14, 2023this thread made me smile
like a new outfit
every day is friday
when ktt2 wanna spit
Nov 14, 2023I never found love in no scripture, but I found some in a prescription and brown liquor. Fent patch under the tongue so it hit quicker. Face mask now the new norm, but I been sicker.
S***, Yall suckas really dont know me, been down since OP imprint was OC. D*** War Vet discharged before the OD. Medal of Honor in the case next to the trophies.
But dont get it twisted, its still Snake Pharma, for all your past transgressions consider me the karma. Catch me at the Mediterranean spot with ya b**** eating shawarma. The wave stay rolling let me get back to the water.- Nov 14, 2023SaintJitterxburgFL
Read “a bag of grease sits passenger waxen from the blasting heat.” And thought this was gonna be an incredible block text rap
Wasn't even on purpose lol
- Nov 16, 2023·edited·1 reply
Won't you please stay and tell me of your woes
While I disinvite the silence till it goes- (No?)
You're kinda plucky like a petal from a rose
Playing thorny with your feelings I am catching in the throws
Of a two-seam comet; two Hale-Bopps in common
A bullet hit a bullet in a bonnet
Pull start your pigtail while you pick my wallet
If cash rules, let me get a dollopIf that's true...
And you're on the market...I'll get a shoe shine, shave, and hair cut
And barge in every boardroom until I get my bands up
I'll get a cutco mailroom chump gig
Turn a mom and pop into a Forbes 500
I'll get a winning horse somehow, someway
Weekend romance and heartbreak Monday - proper 🔩Nov 16, 2023·1 replyBlock Muteson
Won't you please stay and tell me of your woes
While I disinvite the silence till it goes- (No?)
You're kinda plucky like a petal from a rose
Playing thorny with your feelings I am catching in the throws
Of a two-seam comet; two Hale-Bopps in common
A bullet hit a bullet in a bonnet
Pull start your pigtail while you pick my wallet
If cash rules, let me get a dollopIf that's true...
And you're on the market...I'll get a shoe shine, shave, and hair cut
And barge in every boardroom until I get my bands up
I'll get a cutco mailroom chump gig
Turn a mom and pop into a Forbes 500
I'll get a winning horse somehow, someway
Weekend romance and heartbreak Mondayyou in new zealand right now?
- Nov 16, 2023·1 replyproper
you in new zealand right now?
Yeah, this Andre 3000 flute is hitting
- proper 🔩Nov 16, 2023Block Muteson
Yeah, this Andre 3000 flute is hitting
lmfao
Nov 16, 20232 monocles b**** I’m rich as a f***!
Gotta house in my stummy lean isotopes in my gut
Nov 16, 2023·1 replyThis board got more tricks than Tony Hawk Underground,
when you see the villain’s gun clap, cue the thunder sound
- Nov 17, 2023babylon sherm
This board got more tricks than Tony Hawk Underground,
when you see the villain’s gun clap, cue the thunder sound
Old school villain when I’m on drills they cue the organs
Tony hawk the way I grind the wire up at J P Morgan
- Nov 17, 2023proper
draco spray like an atomizer
put you on a wall like an advertiserPut a pump&nozzle on the stick n let it spray mist
Wet u up with this holy water boi now u heaven scent
Nov 17, 2023GOOD MORNING KTT
PIMP 💿Nov 17, 2023I want to rhyme some stupid nonsense lyrical miracle stuff idk
Catskills, the caps peel (high)
Don't let the puss go, I put my foot on the cat still
and THAT STILL dropout Kanye voice
Couldn't care for self, realizing how Mac feel
- Nov 17, 2023·1 reply
Danny Brown album makes me wanna write some real downer s***
- Nov 17, 2023·1 replybabylon sherm
Danny Brown album makes me wanna write some real downer s***
F*** yeah let’s write some loser raps 🗣️
- Nov 17, 2023·8 repliesSaintJitterxburgFL
F*** yeah let’s write some loser raps 🗣️
Just turned 30, happy birthday to me
This is my 30 but a different DB
but we share a couple problems + my f***ed up teeth,
in school I’d steal his bars to make the cypher complete
And now I write my own at the end of the week
How the f*** I turned 30 still on KTT?
Maybe cuz it’s the only place where I know me,
the rare space where I get to feel an identity,
where the words don’t get caught up, so I just speak free
and if the s*** you said flopped, then you can just deleteThe internet can give us privacy in certain ways
In real life, everyone can see that s*** on your face,
the weight that comes with age,
the tiredness and pain,
a fear you can’t explain caused by poison in the brain
that makes you think that everybody talks about you on the train,
and hear s*** you can’t explain, I know my father feels the same
He never talks about it cuz he just wants to maintain
But when she got pregnant, my grandma had a schizophrenic breakI figured how to pick the lock of the bathroom safe
where he used to keep his pills, that was in 8th grade
I would write down all the labels and go look up the names
Now my doctor writes prescriptions for exact same thingsBut on my mom’s side they didn’t deal with that s***
She came from a big family, they had 13 kids
Growing up my cousins were my first best friends,
but at this point I doubt I’ll ever see them againA funeral’s the only gathering you’d get me to go,
the last one was just about a decade ago
but if I’m being honest they stopped letting me know
I’ve made a lot of changes but got nothing to show
No house, no car and I still can’t drive,
same job, same field,
same New York life
Not married, while all my cousins got children and wives
Still get christmas cards from cousin Madge and they’re always kind
But if I saw her today I couldn’t look in her eyes
Cuz she found me on the floor when I OD’d one night,
and when she told her parents she was saving my life
I didn’t know then but I know it now,
choking on vomit seizing up on the ground
Can’t forget the way the blood & bile stained the carpet brown,
thats just one of the reasons that I don’t come around
My grandmother was harsh, yet to me she never mentioned it,
But I can’t go back and seek redemption from the rest of em
Besides,
I know that the forgetting is eventual
Cuz both my grandparents died from dementia 
Nov 17, 2023·edited·2 repliesNiggas talking gang gang gang
Killing black men cause of color, that’s more KKK
But what more can I say
I solemnly digress
Excuse me if these thoughts are a lot to digest
I just can’t help but notice these bullet wounds become names pressed on a chest
All cause some niggas wanted to press
All cause colored folk don’t believe they depressed
I wish I could give y’all some more of these bars but I don’t know the rest
But for now, let’s put the banging and the shooting all to rest- Nov 17, 2023BRAVE· edited
Niggas talking gang gang gang
Killing black men cause of color, that’s more KKK
But what more can I say
I solemnly digress
Excuse me if these thoughts are a lot to digest
I just can’t help but notice these bullet wounds become names pressed on a chest
All cause some niggas wanted to press
All cause colored folk don’t believe they depressed
I wish I could give y’all some more of these bars but I don’t know the rest
But for now, let’s put the banging and the shooting all to restInspired by your post @Mitchell
