WIPED SMILES

Crumbled papers on my desk,tryna think of what be next
eyes red cuz of tears rolling down, I pretend
with those scars  on my arm, i dont think of no pretexts
let me weep,dont ask why, thats the only the way i rest
cuz thats how i feel good, wanna keep my mind away
this pain keeps me involved, and the reason i dont swear
thats the proof,you just crust me,thats what trust be
just mind blocked to paper that does not mean im rusty
just dont feel like holding mics, why should i be moulding sights
rolled in light i cant see you , damn its all just cold and bright
i can die its just easy, but then what the real point
get admired by my soul or should i just see you cry
so tell me why on this earth should i be so alive
when this life is the reason that demotivates me to survive
I dont really care of problems,just let them get piled
I wanted to wipe your tears,ended up wiping your Smile.

AUDIO ACAPELLA
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President Of Old School

Some people just think i am old school i told you

i own fools like stoned jewels when i flow through

the mic has been my soul when i hold it i roll sick

keepin shit real i just flow thick i love old shit

so keep hatin my style i keep my spit raw

my rhymes brings the crowd like some hit draw

packin you with punches like tyson packs his bags

you fail to bring your own style cuz acting black is wack

want to stay just underground while people get stunned around

i make you tap your feet to rap,like i just burnt the ground

i work hard my self,so i keep the ''rest'' aside

elvis left the building , cuz i just stepped inside

like your times on bed , you know your shots are lame

only time you've left a bench mark was at your soccer game

you know i shape your vision,dont you? mic is the tool i mould to

i make speeches in rhymes to hold you,like i am the president of old school

AUDIO ACAPELLA
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Went for a movie alone!

I felt lonely again, it was homely but then

I was slowly retained till my soul be withheld

it was a crowded place but still felt so empty

Had no one to talk to, but still thoughts were healthy 

Was thinking of my love, all the way

I didn’t get to hear her voice, all the day

Didn’t really enjoy that moment, cuz she wasn’t with me

In every single moment loneliness was about to slit me

What is now gonna hit me??

Which thought of that moment we spent together?

Is she weeping now? Or  trying to get things better??

Weather she is angry or is she getting over things?

Looked at her picture in my wallet, thought of happiness she always brings

Waiting for her call, hoping she leaves a message

She is always in my thoughts I can never be lonely in this passage.

Just Flowin

Rattle sounds i tackle when i battle some matters
cuz i shatter you platter of better things with a latter
on the ladder you climb,bustin you bladder and mind
turning you smarter but blind like ur a starter behiend
and the farter that stinks doing barter with blings
I am a fly Emcee like i am a jotter with wings

while swimming you sink for a women that drinks with 

an omen that winks for a loner that thinks.

my hustles that bustles with a shot on you nuckles
and i chuckle when buckles get stuck up i muggle
then i struggle to juggle with the trouble i stumble
in the jungle you fumble you get stuck up with numbers.

:P :P :P :P

Dealing with a Different MIC

I Just dont know, I just go slow these days

i just feel i should do it to avoid mistakes

I know 

i am really new to ---this shit 

i list things 

yes to be perfect so that i dont misprint

but i though that i was really spontanious 

a maniac who got humor that really contagious

I lost it in wrong things i wount fly with small wings

i know that i just cant think,only one thing i'll be chating

why do I choke on the mic when i just have to speak

i never do so when i have rap verses to spit

cuz now i have people in the game longer than me???

or i had misperceptions that no ones stronger than me???

was i wrong ?? is it that i am really not the best??

you just said it,and now my brains are freely compressed??

I cant be breathing in rest,my life is stupid its a sillier test..

The mic is the same!! what i spit is a different content

this is not what i wanted!! but i'll get things to be sorted

my rhyme book is not retarded!!my pen is still not haunted!!

The mic makes me stronger,then why are my thoughts are aborted??

LEFT BEHIND

(wrote this while traveling back home)


I start to write with bright thoughts
i cried all nite long
this song is life~ i fight for 
its not the time to sign off
i stuck to the culture cuz then vultures are in numbers
they just torture me to sculpture my future to be a looser
i only rhyme when time comes i fight some i hide some
try fun,candle lights burn
try to slide but my life turns
my mind is so blocked i hold on to the clocks
i felt my talks would sound great but now i just hate jocks
i am tired of seeing all those blank face fellows
they know i can rip it bad ,their expressions are jealous
ive been facing the tellers of bad jokes i smell it
i heard such bad humor i lost my own but i dont tell it
some assholes think i rap bad,i lost the flow that my tracks had
got fed up of rhyming,threw the pen back in my bag pack
took it out again i dont wanna hold more scars
thinkin i aint no quitter i wrote these last four bars

writers block (just a verse i wrote)

Some times i have to force my brain cells//
ending up at the rhyme zone and race pens//
but that is just scribble or attempts to burn page//
and this is to express mind state and not to earn wage//
fingers feel guilty of sins and try to turn sage//
so for fun sake i kill metaphors and with a dumb face//
all the rhymz that i killed to keep munkys alive//
this time i lost words being a junkie tonight//
cuz i pulled off my word plug, to connect to the world//
i had to put off the candles,cuz tubelights are much preferred//
cuz my lines get complex and stay at the rock bottom//
fail to connect with problems,like smoke on the water//
so i sit and stare at my rhyme book,till blue sky turns to grey//
green grass burns to hay and my pen falls to prey//
how worse can it get,than tragic and pain,i start cracking in shame//
tryna add logic in them, creating magic in brains, with my music in veins//
i got nothing- here ,to lose it or gain//
so my writers block and my pen, creating fusion again// 

FROM THE STUDY TABLE ( To all my Classmates and TYBA Nationals)

They say I distract so they all try to HUSH ME//
Got books piled up~ all bout to fall and CRUSH ME//
Iam RUSTY ~ but they never agree and dont TRUST ME//
Got a bunch of Notes,DUSTY~ and they starting to BUG ME//
so BUZZ ME, Thats what Mr. TALENTED SAYS//
Time is being a ''Termite'' Eating CALENDER DAYS//
Holding Expectation ~ from parents,I AM DEAD//
Answers start to look like LATIN & FRENCH~and i still Prefer DATING INSTEAD//
by DATING I MEANT, I am tied up with HISTORY DATES//
And when i be flipping text books~they open MYSTERY GATES//
But i am scared to Enter with my DESPAIRED IMAGE//
My fingers got BLISTERS IN THEM~ with an INTERIM PAIN//
SO gimme a ''Bulls Eye'' on heart beats With the ''Dart of ''The Shame''//
I am turning Smarter again, By hearting the Names//
This Rat Race has taught me The Art of the Fame//
but at the end of the day,I am still a PART OF THE GAME//