Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Tre-L - Plight of the Emcee Prod. by Tunna Beatz


FREE DOWNLOAD 

www.thegirltrel.bandcamp.com

Saigon "Bring Me Down" produced by Mr. Green









JUST 5 minutes ago came across Mr. Green

and soundcloud track list is on auto next play.. haven't heard non dopamine dopiness once. Id buy this Joint in a quick second.. OOOh snap.. Nookas on iTunes... "get em!" ~method man voice

Friday, September 21, 2012

LIE AND WAIT - FG POSTMORTEM





Published on Mar 5, 2012 by 

NEW SINGLE... "LIE AND WAIT" Produced by PASSWORD (P.C.U.)  POSTMORTEM*
ALBUM IN THE WORKS...

LYRICS...

LIE AND WAIT FOR THe tides and the skies to fall/ 
as mother earth shakes making it rain fire balls/ 
for every line thats drawn seen my self in my final form/ 
survived the alignment with no pilot on this flight im on/
 im like sum kinda of bomb not on a plane thats astral/
 with snakes on it haunted by the casual/
 redeeming demons Punish myself in FRANKS CASTLE/
 last spartan standing getting rained on by arrows/
 seen pain faught in battles with the thoughts that travel/
 toss the gavel while i watch the JUDGE THROW THE BOOK ATCHU/
 SHOOK N SAD ON A CROOKED PATH WHILE IM FLIGHING STRAIGHT/
 MAKING MOVES ANNIHLATING CLOWNS WHO VIOLATE/
 LIKE SPAWN OUT THE FIRE PLACE UNLEASH ULTRA VIOLET RAZE/6th cycle of the sun cast you down with ST MICHAELS RAGE/
 FAR FROM PSYCHO LIKE CID READING PARTS OF THE BIBLE/
 WALK THE TAO or TALK IT OUT LINED IN CHALK ON GRAVEL.

Y'all lie and wait for the truth to fall on ya lap/
 while I'm out making moves getting all of the saps/
 appalled by the fact y'all talking behind my back/
 Scuzz I'm a head of ya like that wall you gone crash into/
 fucking around In/
 That rabbit race while the worlds on the turtles back that's what the natives say../
 God came in late and made a camel out of clay/
 I'm like that last candle left lit on your birthday cake/
 murk what you say Scuzz it. Backed by facts/
 fucking fictitious like the hype you get off crack you must be smoking if you think I'm getting off track I'm living hiphip hop y'all just eating of rap/
 parasites to the Culture just skeet on the mattress/
 beat like a pair of Nike's on the feet. Of a fat bitch
in heat I fuck for practice while you lie and wait for the Savior to take you all to a higher place...

Lie and wait or wait and lie... hiding the truth/ from the one who can save you.. see I'm living proof/
 peep the fruits of the labor digging for the roots/
 salute the lord and Savior before I hit the Booth/ see its much more than paper I do this for the youth/
 and the love that brings us together... all under one roof/
 the sun will shine thru the clouds that block the light/
 leaving the crowd in awe whenever I rock the mic/
 in all endeavours for those who got the might/
 to fight off Satan's hoards with sword tongue or pocket knife/
 and of coarse I got the life Cuz I dont lie and wait/
 put in work and pay dues... slaughtering lying snakes/
 riding others waves while I'm making my own/
 thru no wake zones... counting sheep and sleeping clones/
 and even demons know that a God exist/
 that's why evil peoples heads still nod to this...

Why lie and wait for someone to call ya bluff/
 trying to escape... abusing alcohol and drugs/
 that's why you hold a grudge against yourself and others/
 while we all breath the same air and bleed the same colors/
 feed the flame smothered smoldering embers/
 in the hearts of man holding on to what he remembers/
 life before we entered into this existence/
 living in this instance seen myself from a distance/
 from adults to infants... in a sense of innocence/
 at the pearly gates or behind bars in prisoned/
 blinded by stars hard to tell a vision/
 when you base life on what you saw on television/
 but to hell with the system I refuse to conform/
 thinking outside the box... confusing the norm/
 remain true to the cause with no time to waste/
 making moves and shit happen while you lie and wait...

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Tre-L - I Apologize (Christina Aguilera - Hurt Remix) Prod by Tunna Beatz


"I was always told to never be "sorry" because somebody will tell you that you are. However, it takes a big person to apologize. With that said, I Apologize."




TRE-L;
Memoirs of an Emo Rapper...

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Wednesday, September 05, 2012

EVERLASTING 2


This is a dope ass beat to lay lyrics to...


EVERLASTING 2

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

 

Peter Pan 2012 Revision 

Coming Soon...

 Peter Pan
(Version Two, Revision from 2010 Version One)
The man that’s a boy, who turns me into a little girl,
He has the hands of a man, with the soul of a man,
But the laughter of a boy~ that tickles me,
My laughter,
My soul,

This boy that’s a man,
  Chokes my heart up into my throat,
  And scutules back down into my stomac,
  With a swiftly tempo’d rhythm.

The mans that’s a boy
  That almost turns this cynic woman
  Into a little girl
  With the sensibilities of a naive romantic

When I indulge in him…
   Seems to be succeeding,
   At suffocating those last embers
   Left from the blazing Notions devoid of hope
   That brimmed the burn for 26 years
   Of My laughless, tickleless, smirking Soul...


It’s oxymoronic? And thus untrue?
A boy can’t be a man, a woman a little girl
Or do we defy normality
To revel in the pleasure,
That could exist
In another... Reality

No. I have hidden in alter realities long enough,
Now I’ll indulging the contrived cliché that it’s never to late,
So I left Peter Pan in Never Never Land,
Simply a storybook that seemed great.
How ironic, or true to my nature;
Being oxymoronic,
That I would find my fairytale man,
Right here, without a plan now on my land

And he just happens to exist...
In THIS reality,
That is Mine, Yours, and the Who ever wants it,
Purified from fictions trickery,
An allowed treachery,
That once always had its hold on me.

Deplorably, whom am I kidding?
Peter Pans fable will always have a lingering hold on me.
Luckily for me not so unpardonably,
This loitering end with weighted eyelids,
The effortless fall to my pillow,
My face smartingly teder, left with a pleasant aching,
Pure ramification of all the prolonged smiles and bouts of laughter,
Uncontrolled from fits
That haile down on me, as I'm regailed
against my will, but only resisting because of this unfimiliar provacation
Some kind I've never had to forture of taking

This is a woman's man,
Absant of the of child’s play enchantment…
The expostion of any lurcking

All I taste is a thimble, As you face me
Want to attach, that hiding place so nimble
No longer, not the way this pusle attracts
Needle and thread?
Hell no, I will reap what you can't no longer sew

Shadowless

Because fuck fairy dust!
As I sink into the onslaught of Night
That fills my slumber
With the pleasantries that design
These neverever-land of dreams
Where now you resign your flight.





Sunday, August 26, 2012

Neologism | limeduck

This is a blog post i read by the writer of www.limeduck.com,and found it funny and interesting. So I wanted to share it in case anyone actually reads my blog (If there are any readers besides myself (ha) the blogger analytics do not indicate so)

 o_0




 limeduck :D

Tags: neologism
One Response to “Ginormously annoyed at Merriam-Webster”
  1. mark says:
    Has been around since 1948… It’s a word. People use it. Native speakers like it because it fits perfectly in some situations where other words just ain’t the same. If they included “then” as a variant of “than”, for instance, I could understand some uproar. But this is just mundane lexicography. Words change and get added to languages all the time. Go have a beer and relax or something.





 

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

 

Peter Pan

Posted by, Dizzabeth on Monday, February 14, 2011 at 5:44am
 Peter Pan
(Edited Version Two from 2010)
The man that’s a boy, who turns me into a little girl,
He has the hands of a man, with the soul of a man,
But the laughter of a boy~ that tickles me,
My laughter,
My soul,

This boy that’s a man,
  Chokes my heart up into my throat,
  And scutules back down into my stomac,
  With a swiftly tempo’d rhythm.

The mans that’s a boy
  That almost turns this cynic woman
  Into a little girl
  With the sensibilities of a naive romantic

When I indulge in him…
   Seems to be succeeding,
   At suffocating those last embers
   Left from the blazing Notions devoid of hope
   That brimmed the burn for 26 years
   Of My laughless, tickleless, smirking Soul...


It’s oxymoronic? And thus untrue?
A boy can’t be a man, a woman a little girl
Or do we defy normality
To revel in the pleasure,
That could exist
In another... Reality

No. I have hidden in alter realities long enough,
Now I’ll indulging the contrived cliché that it’s never to late,
So I left Peter Pan in Never Never Land,
Simply a storybook that seemed great.
How ironic, or true to my nature;
Being oxymoronic,
That I would find my fairytale man,
Right here, without a plan now on my land

And he just happens to exist...
In THIS reality,
That is Mine, Yours, and the Who ever wants it,
Purified from fictions trickery,
An allowed treachery,
That once always had its hold on me.

Deplorably, whom am I kidding?
Peter Pans fable will always have a lingering hold on me.
Luckily for me not so unpardonably,
This loitering end with weighted eyelids,
The effortless fall to my pillow,
My face smartingly teder, left with a pleasant aching,
Pure ramification of all the prolonged smiles and bouts of laughter,
Uncontrolled from fits
That haile down on me, as I'm regailed
against my will, but only resisting because of this unfimiliar provacation
Some kind I've never had to forture of taking

This is a woman's man,
Absant of the of child’s play enchantment…
The expostion of any lurcking

All I taste is a thimble, As you face me
Want to attach, that hiding place so nimble
No longer, not the way this pusle attracts
Needle and thread?
Hell no, I will reap what you can't no longer sew

Shadowless

Because fuck fairy dust!
As I sink into the onslaught of Night
That fills my slumber
With the pleasantries that design
These neverever-land of dreams
Where now you resign your flight.








    • Kassim Qow'te Shaqur wow. Breathtaking. Bless the boy man who triggered You to write ths. Dope
      October 8, 2011 at 7:09am · · 1

    • Dizzabeth He doesnt exist in real life, =| ha
      October 8, 2011 at 7:11am ·

    • Kassim Qow'te Shaqur haha
      October 8, 2011 at 7:12am ·

    • Dizzabeth but awww wooohooo, you think its fly, yay thankyou thank you (bows head)
      October 8, 2011 at 7:12am ·

    • Kassim Qow'te Shaqur its Dope. Sum Deep imagery ryt there
      October 8, 2011 at 7:14am · · 2

    • Xoduz TheAutopsy Alostchild'thepoetofdarkness Wow...very deep and intense imagery, some great artistic features that you posses...those innocent lil gal's dreams/fantasies told in a grown woman point of view, and ideas are exalted beyond normal writes, to create a great MASTERPIECE!
      January 6 at 4:20pm · · 1

    • Dizzabeth exalted beyone normal rights??? shucks, you sure yournot puttering a luly up? hahaha (thans x o)
      January 6 at 4:32pm ·

    • Xoduz TheAutopsy Alostchild'thepoetofdarkness Hehe u know i cant do that...i lv this piece.
      January 6 at 4:45pm ·

    • Qamar Shixx PoetiQueen And me too,
      Peter Pan will always have an effect on me. No matter how silly it seems.
      I love its sweetness.

      January 6 at 11:21pm · · 1

    • Dizzabeth yes Qamar... almost more true for the "less fairytale" pan and nevernever land who has that... quality... its not immature, just unrealistic and unattainably bittersweet maybe? (thank youfor the comments btw :-D)
      January 7 at 1:14am ·

"One"
 by
U2 & Mary J. Blige 



I Love Mary Like I Know Her... as I always, and will keep saying ha...

THIS JOINT IS BANGIN!


Monday, May 14, 2012

AFRO BLUU: NEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AFRO BLUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! K...

{ Written: Tuesday, October 31, 2006 }       

Waters

Wading in waters full of red and greens. Utter contradictions delude my mind. Inhale the viscous air, smells so sweet, and drips down my lungs, suffocating me. Confined to the restrictions of my own phantoms. Do I fight these haunting visions of the UN-suppressed, like the sand of quickness pulling me down, or indulging in a desire to be sucked under? At the same time, I reach for a hand to pull me out, revelations of my creation this self-devaluation only my own can help this one. My heart is saturated with the need and desire for someone else to make it beat. But it’s time to pump my own blood. Pumping functionality, and supply a breath of life flow to circulate in my veins. Maybe then I would catch my footing , ground myself, and grow.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Lost In The Machine: Brainwashed Since Birth

Lost In The Machine: Brainwashed Since Birth: Entitlement is not a word I used much growing up because it never seemed like it had a place in my life. As I've gotten older tho...

Sunday, April 29, 2012

An Anchient Proverb:

Know Thy Self

A person who knows not
And knows not that they know not
Is foolish-disregard them.


A person who knows not
And knows that they know not
Is simple-teach them.


A person who knows not
And believes that they know
Is dangerous-avoid them.


A person who knows
And knows not that they know
Is asleep-awaken them.


A person who knows
And knows that they know
Is wise-follow them.


All these persons reside in you
Know Thy Self
And to Maat be true.