Vented

[QwarterZ]

I was writing to this.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOJqicM6x84



and.....this is what it was turned into

[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTEWTCk_1gA[/video]




The skin got sawed through, slipped into raw sewage
the pieces heated, as the color started to dissolve through
stirred it up a bit, then everything you knew has lost view
every piece of flesh got chewed on, the fat got gnawed too
differences settled, only cuz perception wasn't concieved
it was drawn out, worn on the sleeve, born on it's knees
considered weak, but only you knew, you didn't honor me
so with thoughts of bein' on the brink of reality I stepped
it was all like that, and only the technicality was kept
burning out the skull, it's like the juices boiled of jealousy
and the only length you would push for, only relished needs
if it all effected me, then I guess I was wrong about telepathy
like I didn't see it coming, and this was all the perspective needs
I couldn't pinpoint the pressure, it kept up wailing at night
I hit the wall, with every piece of me, just flailing at light
I was on a footrace for it, but I didn't seem to tail it right....
maybe I was just convinced it was a lie, and I just failed at life
see I'm getting anemic, and this diarrhead don't help my hold these thoughts
so how the fuck could food for the mind help control me huh?
they treated my whole being like a red carpet, and tried to roll me off
say he ain't worth the ground we walk on, like y'all really know me huh?
see this world is full of agony, and I got shit to say....like fuck heartbreak
fuck greed, and fuck these people tryna sell my soul while it's stuck in harm's way
like these few milligrams would kill this man, all I gotta say is lord willin' fam
I got this whole idea floatin' over me, with a mic cord hangin' from the ceilin' fan
like if I had a choice, I'd oil these fucks with the drill in back, stealin' crap
have their precious collection duct taped to their head with a tickin' time bomb
tellin' em to deal with that, no one if is fixin' my thoughts, I'd be hittin' my moms
with a fifth of wine bought from the nearest liquor store for tryna get rid of me
so fuck empathy, fuck the whole world if it thinks it would get sympathy
this regiment, daily schedule they got me on rarely get's kept like virginity
it's a far stretch from what I'm tryna say, but fuck this whole goddamn system b
I got a problem with autority and what it's given me, it'll only trigger me
tellin' me to get a bigger battery to strap to the back of this bitch tryna battle me
tell them fuckers to get their mind right before they hassle me with tragedy
it's a divine comedy tryna figure out this whole shit, I'm just keyin' up
thinkin' to myself fuck it this is my last line, hopefully this will be enough



it's not........


.................................

They stripped my simple vision straight from symbolism
hit the system with some of the illest wisdom....
yet.....they control the aneurisms, extract it's cataclysm
bash it for actin' sicken'd, either that or they lack encryption
become distracted by the facts, wrapped in the passive with it
see I lack addiction, but the fact I rap has the magic twist in
call it straight irony the way the shit seems to compile me
society has its grips on the liability I'll ever make it, so wildly
I strike victims with a pen, laced with herion, and cyanide p
when I try to write me, it's like I'm stuck in this collage of pain
I rather hit this barrage with rain, needles filled with rock cocaine
fuck swagger when I already corrected em with this walk of fame
I do myself the injustice when ever each of my thoughts regain
when everyone else treats this shit like it's just cop-n-paste
till the end of my sockets break, or I feel as if I done lost the pace
I'll take a second wind and let everything just reemerge again
you dealin' with a man that let's his emotions go like serpents skin
while I spit on the nucleus of man, the molecules fueled and emersed in phlegm
waitin' to burn the library of the mind down, taking form in a German's pen
well played I must say, I'm fueled by a instrumental created by I don't know who
my last words for now is don't let the powers that be..........control you


If I feel the need to get ridiculed, hated or spat at
all I need to do is backtrack, simulated by the flashbacks
back when I was a kid, and my mom had me crash at
some strangers house just so she could fill her knapsack
while them fucking idiots laughed at, the fact they makin' money
all the hatred from me, coulda burned a city to a vacant company
nothin' left, no way outta of this world I was condemn'd too
sure they said I had potential, that I was real till I was stencil'd
faced to believe all I ever did was mis-cued, prolly mis-step'd too
the only thing that contests you, is the mirror and what it reflects you
and the only thing that affects you, is when your only guidance left you
why do you think I'm so disrespectful, or hate to be seen in public
the fact I don't convene with enough kids, is cuz they sniffin' substance
tryna get high off glue, high off fumes, I'm tryna get by on dues
when the lights off BOOM, another rock hits the window n flies on through
another jealous fuck I have to deal with, cuz my mom don't want em
the cops so confident, he won't be back, but they don't stop those knockings
they just report it, and kept on walking, see my mind is a frail piece
that circles the frail peaks, when soda is replaced with alcoholic ale leaks
sure I could fuck with everything y'all do, but I don't think it'll ever fall through
my breath stinks of a lost tooth, a little bit of gum and alcohol too
I hated being up late, but them motherfuckers wanted to steal from my grandmother
till I started thinking I could take em, walked out, trailin' a ghost, danny glover
all I saw was a masked man, and he knocked me out with a baseball bat
shit I was so young but to tell you the truth, how could I hate all that?
the truth of the tail is, no one tried to steal nothing, everyone was still fronting
thinkin' they'd fulfill somethin' if they got another chance to weild something
I don't give a damn......I'm just saying.............this is just how I'm feeling fam
sure them kids told me my cat died, that's the whole reason the bats was out
put it in the bag, and make sure the cat was out, maybe I'm just acting out
and all these words were just a figment of my imagination, if I act evasive
too bad that's not it, I just needed to vent, and this the track that made it....

happen

[QwarterZ]

Let us revive the monster....I once was....

[Kuhlerblynd]

Yeah man, this was definitely dope. I would like to state that while the middle sectino was on point, it didnt seem to have the same feel to it as the first and the third sections. You just ripped those. Also changing this line a little bit could help the flow of that particular section in the first part alot more...

I couldn't pinpoint the pressure, it kept up wailing at night
I hit the wall, with every piece of me, just flailing at light
I was on a footrace for it, but I didn't seem to tail it right....
maybe I was just convinced it was a lie, and I just failed at life

Maybe the end of the third line could be swicthed up to I didn't seem to be tailing it right? Just something I noticed along the way of reading this. I did appreciate how you used your multi's, but didnt sacrifice the piece to squeeze in a bunch of them either. One of the better pieces I've read of yours, no doubt. Keep droppin. One.