No, I won't do that,
Cause I'm a foocking brat.
I don't care what you say,
you can kiss my ass anyway.
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No, I won't do that,
Cause I'm a foocking brat.
I don't care what you say,
you can kiss my ass anyway.
Today i dont wanna rhyme
Dont wanna waste my time
But its too late, i did it
Now ill smoke some good shit!
Well, I won't.
Have pot, I don't.
these things truly send me
having a force times magnitude
and a mentality
second to nuns
and the occasional street prophet
i've bought it
one to many times from those
who impose
who?
imposers - importers - impostors
yellow cake
on my plate
and i haven't yet finished my monkey brains.
Power 2 tha Peaceful
~th3rdkind aka 420tea
Oh, no, here I am again, no one cares to hear
I'm done with beer, am definitely not queer, it just makes it hard to steer
Dont worry about it,
Just smoke some good shit
And forget the cruel world
That each day becomes more old
Just remember to keep rhyming
And keep this tread going!
I'd like to say I tease blonds the most,
but then the mods might remove my post
:stoned:
It's the forces of nature
They be pushin' thru the winds
Pushin' thru these lives that were in
This touch of life as it begins
When we be kickin' it with folks and our friends
It's in our nature, it's in our nature
Thinking with this damaged mind, my thoughts start to intwine.
Metaphors down my spine, my actions twisted into my devine.
Caught in my own reflection, officals enforce heavy justification.
Broken from my own correction, then forced into my rehabilitation.
Thats very bad
What they do to who
They think is mad.
Free thinkers are dangerous
Cause they see the lies,
And for the liars its heinous.
Once a upon there was a seed
After sun, rain, hot and cold
We harvested some good weed.
So keep hope and look to the sky
Cause the day will come when we
Will be allowed to get high! :stoned:
Will i be the only one
Who wont let this thread die?
There must be someone
Who likes rhymin when high.
Cause rhymin sober is not nice
Stoned is the way to do it
You can rhyme mice with ice
And feel that youre the shit. :stoned:
im here to throw down, i aint here to bore'em
by postin my wack ass rhymes on this forum
and as i sit here thinkin up a rhythm and such
i pull out my zip and i light up my dutch
yeah
i think more clearly, thank you ganja i love you dearly
cause without you id be hurtin, severly
and when im done tokin on this blunt..
damn..im outta green...and cash...do you front?
Kurt Cobain, my friend, was a man of his time.Quote:
Originally Posted by Coelho
A genius for sure, he changed lives with his rhyme.
But true poetry comes from the soul and the gut,
And the tortured soul knows, pain brings feelings of... what?
It's the chronic
Marijuana
I think I want a hit
Take a trip, a sip of bomb
Come along
It's just an herb
Mind's eye opened wide
Come inside
No need to hide
I'm sicking of hearing about you rolling on 22's in your Crown Vic,
while I drive from A to B in my stock white honda civic.
The real music fans are on to something older and more real,
real mc's who put thought into thier rhyme and arent to hood to show how they feel.
Songs that have a dope baselines, turntables, and lyrics that will blow your mind
shit i concider mine, yours, ours or fuck it, its everyones kind.
Finally the light leads me to something I've known i desire,
its music that makes me feel like i'm that much higher.
Its a dance inside of my ears,
thoughts and feelings i wont get over for years
feelings i feel I HAVE to share with my peers.
Its something deep, emotional but never brings me down to less of a man
If you want to bump like i do, i would love to give you a hand,
trust me this shit is the dopest of the land.
my music is my drug, i wish i could inject it into my veins.
It never talks back, bitches or complains.
I have a WHOLE new crew now, atmosphere, murs, sage their always gonna be here
wether I'm sparking a bowl, blunt or about to down a beer.
so from here on out its a different road of life,
one that dominates my pains and my strifes,
So fuck your bitches hoes gold and ice, no doubt, this music is my wife.
Gimmie a minute to roll a joint.
Do you get my point?
I've been appointed
to anoint you with rhyme.
And I'm right on time
I'll do the crime.
Better than gin and lime juice.
I get loose.
I drive a souped up deuce.
I'll try not to be obtuse.
while I rhyme like a Dr. Suess book.
Words are my hook.
Watch me cook.
Go on, get a good look at my style.
Buck wild.
Get with me for a while.
We'll smoke a big pile of my stash
Weed and hash.
I don't drink sour mash.
I get paid in green cash money.
I please my honey,
'till she's wet and runny.
Longer than the energizer bunny.
Do you think that's funny?
Nothing is so funny
For me who am a bunny
If i dont have some weed
Cause thats all i need...
While rain falls down outside
And insects fly around the light inside
I sit here rhyming and waiting
Until the time i will be smoking! :stoned:
This past year, i've cried just anough tears
Drown my pain into darkness with so many beers
Dropped my life, picked it up & cleaned away the dust
Had my heartaches & filled with plenty of lust
Money, love, pain, death i've dealed with it all
Thoughts of love, thoughts of suicide when i fall
The years of hurt, i covered with this hard shell
I can soak in pain, i've lived through this hell
So i'll carry myself & wash my hands of tomorrow
Never again will i be held by the hands of sorrow
My future will be what i make it, no more crime
I walk this world alone, one step at a time
I wash these hands everyday to clean away the dirt
One day they will be spotless from evil & hurt
The past is the past, i'll now step forward today
So remember this while i take my first step away
I got that kush by the bush and crack by the rock
Your brain turns to smush when I let off the glock
I stay on that purp and I'm gone off that goose
I got green sticky buds that drip like a juice
Cascading crystals
Trichomes fall from her pistils
like snow on thistles.
from the wind
we all hear her whistles
echoing softly
that of children's giggles
pupils search out
over mountainous horizon
their future comes
...disguising...
and the cooperation
of corporation
devours their unborn vision
the leaf is red
the background, grey
book worm you say
read it, today
i just fucked a duck
his name was chuck
:dance::dance::dance::dance::dance:
its getting near to midnight the music does go on
my friends are asleep and I will dance untill dawn
:dance::dance::dance:
To you I may be nothing, but to this pen I come fourth as a legend.
As I bleed through this ink my inner most aggression.
This life is so crazy; I feel Iā??m running out of time
At a loss for words till Iā??m between these lines
This paper is so peacefulā?¦. never says a word
But its advice and insight is shit Iā??ve never heard
It leads me through this world of hate and decay
Showing me a path so Iā??ll never lose my way
And at the end of the day, I step from my page
And continue on with my life and my salary wage
But it leaves a stain in the bottom of my heart
Just more of writers magic doing its part
Fueling my soul to return to the pad
Spilling out thoughts and feelings Iā??ve previously had
Itā??s a vicious cycle; one I know will never end
For this exercise of emotion is one Iā??ll always depend
For balance, success and to get to those heavenly gatesā?¦ā?¦.
This relationship between pen, pad and mind was decided by fate.
i went to bed.
i bumped my god damn mother fucking head.
Steve, my friend, I see that youre a master of the rhyme.
But not just that, your phrasing, in fact, is always right on time.
I even noticed that you managed to one-up me on my own terms:
A haiku that rhymed, quite a marvelous find, and its weed related, too... that burns!
I tip my hat to you, good sir, a fellow of the pen.
The ink is wet (only figuratively, for the medium's changed yet again).
I also bow quite low and deep for the originator of this topic.
An eloquent man, a benevolent hand, some may say, perhaps.. a phrophet?
Bump for this such great thread
Made by a stoner who seems mad
But we know he was just stoned.