i fear the past you fear the present
i can predict the future and im not in it
my death is imminent six feet deep forever asleep

shits permenent, friends and family will learn from it,
as i enternally burn hoping its never your turn,

This is my suicide fill your eyes with tears
ill be in your heart for the everlasting years,

but i never meant it, so many things could of prevent it
you never got it in the mail but i sent it

i only had one life and i took it away from all of yours
snotty nosed kid corrupted since the age of 4

no father figure in my life but so much love in sight
i couldnt understand me i just left that to my family
someone was always there to guide me through it all

because reality is wrong and dreams are for real
just think of that when you close the casket and watch it seal

someone told me "suicide is killing the only person who can change it"
but im done with life i dont want to live rearranging shit.

sitting here in fear, depression in fifth gear
a whole new person when i look in the mirror
you ruined me whoever you were.

i cant believe suicide is on my fucking mind
this wouldnt be the first time, its my own crime im going
in but for time but whatever fuck it all
i just leave you all with this suicide letter.

treasure every moment from past to present
and learn all about lifes lesson..

 

both old'ish but still pretty dope..

 

No really, I write rhymes

Who am I? Fear me, while my words float free
Poetry is my passion; my flow is ever lastin’
It’s my fashion to be mashin' on you broke emcees
Not that ya wallets aint big, but ya minds empty
It’s simply nothing much but your ice and your hoes
And your cars and your clothes and your fat bankrolls
But that’s not true flows, that’s not hip-hop
You shouldn’t write lines about killing cops or slanging rocks
Like KRS said, spit rhymes to uplift your people
Get rid of explicit lyrics, lies, and the illegals
Equal the knowledge of a real man
My ideal plan is to revive the fallen and to heal fans
Hip-hop is dead; thoughts of rebirth ignite in my head
Whack emcees only concerned with making the bread
It was said, get up and fight for what you believe in
No more grievin’, intellectuals are achievin’
And pleasin’ the ears of our people in pursuit
Digging deep are my roots, my voice you cannot mute
Salute to those who trust in my cause, without a pause
I clinch my fist, reach towards the sky, and await applause

 

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
i love your shit man.

that gave me chills fuckin readin that.
DOPE!

 

sprayin mad trains, got em freshly wet like seattles rain
getting up in this game and its getten me fame
yours truely and you nev seen a girl like this
get you feenin like a lohan on coke and im just pure bliss

 

ya'll rookies stuck up pussy's like a tampon!

 

...cute.

 

must be cold were ur from, u get chills everyother post
but unconsious is fly

 

In case you didn't believe me... I write rhymes

So it begins, I take my headphones off, step off the R.T.D,
Stroll done Huron St. until I reach the home of N.I.C
That's me, Nicolas, some success, more or less
Not the biggest or the baddest, but the guy that will express
His feelings for whatever lurks in his cloudy mind
Just take the time, soon you'll find ideas cure the blind
He's refined, purified by his journey through life
Some collaborated together, and yet some display strife
It's all right; cuz experiences shape you as a person
And what I am right now, is a man who carries weightless burdens
I'm deservin', everything that happens to me
I'm just an emcee, trying to push my first CD
It's not easy, no job and too many lost friends
Only hope is pens transcend, so soon I'll meet my ends
And feel the cleanse, of God, is he real?
Does the bible really heal? Is that the life that many ideal?
Time to reveal, what's been hiding in my brain
I explain while restrained, while my veins are slowly drained
Now my reign has ceased, call in the priest, I'm deceased
Mouth opens to release the beast that came to feast.

 

to the end of the earths rebirths,
i struggle through lifes curse while my mind thirsts,
if any man would answer the question your mind bursts,
with the tip of his finger with the earth he flirts,
but the words are now reversed in the herse that lurks,
its slowin to a few jerks brought on by spontanious squirts of gas,
comin ta contact with a flame now lemme explain,
im fairly new as a name but in a king in the game,
first known as craze only a rep ta blame,
now lets spell it out f-u-c-k a blemish to ya name,
posh whore is why im wizdumb yet im the only one,
you couldnt wana step to a king son and all of a sudden,
my brothers come a crashin now we smashin,
headed out to get some grass n blow away the past n then the beat
stops

 

whoops i left ya hangin, now you know im slangin,
no i dont need to be gang bangin but im nat braggin,
its just an ex-pla-nation my mind is racin,
outside the white house im casin cuz its bout time,
im doin away with the reason for crime,
give youu a hint the m.i is a double you whan signed,
breakin wars on the streets will catch you a police beatin,all the prison mistreatin,
prez startz a war and look how hes eatin, on a fuckin pillow top sleepin,
now im steadily creepin upon the sands of the land,
where washington's slaves would once stand wit a 9 in my hand,
headphoned bumpin my favorite band e.p.m.d clan,
then i realize im bein swarmed its the secret service man,
as i get ta sprayin steadily five oh slayin, im prayin
oh shit now im layin gray n -----------------------

 

knowingly,
deafeat the puspose
ur like a penny yah worthless
as if a bitches womb, ima straight birth this!
the worst is,.....
my membraine want me ta keep going
the eratick enjoyment, ta watch yall fail flowing
no current yah not rowing!
the camerahs could stop rollin
copywrite my rymes, so i kno that there not stollen......(c)

 

dope verses in here are quite rare.
so look at me with a blank stare.
listen to this.
To this theres no need for an instrumental.
to me this is quite traditional.
gotta go big,remember kids,its all mental.
forget all the haters,its just that simple.
Hip hop is here to stay,most mcs considering rental.
yeah,listen to me know,with me whisper this riddle.
look at that cat,big ego,but deep down that cat is little.
enter his mind,about as small a skittle.
he beefs with you,confront,he swears it was accidental.
blames his whack ryhmes on the instrumental.
he cant rap,its a basic fundamental.
yeah stop before you fuck up that expensive dental.
realize theres no more being gentle.
just cause i look small dont mean i can go big in your head.
no need to be judgemental.
go back to 4th grade field trips,you need to be in the vision of parentals.
with your childish nonsence.
when we play dodgeball,your the pussy that sits on the bench.
dont understand? well excuse my french.

 

I gotta be makin' that cash, to bigga my stash
i put on my halloween mask,
Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweets
Makin' them lemons lay down in the grass
My weapon I'm grippin' ain't no time for slippin'
I'm all about makin' that cheese,
Robber who robbin' them bitches for riches and dumpin'
ain't no stoppin till I get some kis,
Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plans
and take care my family through problems,
Hit up my n-i-g-g-a that wanted Li-zo and Terrel
Some playas who down to go robbin',
Think that I'm flodgin' don't slip and get killed by them bullets
that fly from the .45 clip, that cocaine is in my brain
Got me straight doin' thangs, to them hoe n-i-g-g-a-s when I catch 'em slip
No mercy for suckas and bustas when I'm on my hustle
I take care ah my business off top,
Regardless whoever that n-i-g-g-a might be
when I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin' that glock,
It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low,
I kick it wid killers, dog dealers, grave n-i-g-g-a-s
who squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on 'em low

edited cuz of the wack a-s-s filter ***'ing my lyrics

 

You wanna be cool doin' a crime kiid
yet when you get caught you snitch to get outta the bid
you give up 3 names to get outta 3 years
yet when the court case is done, there wait your peers
they stand strong like muthafuckin warriors
waitin to jump you in ski masks so they notorious
they'll stand in a dark alley waitin to strike
you know they ride with a nine on the side
and a blade up they sleeve...
ready to stab you in the throat and watch you bleed

 

im a basterd.
stomping this kids chest in,
removed his whole mid section,
fuck his moma with her big breasts an,
his lil sister,
she was screamin wen i statred to fist her,

 

i'll beat ya in tha head and let that ass decay
u been layin in the streets so long ur brain has turned gray
yall n-i-g-g-a-s can deal wit a fool full of dat OE liquor sheit
im runnin round town wit a badass set n shootin'n two extra clips
vest on his chest the 44 magnum's got me stressed
my mind was tellin me no but the 40oz was tellin me yes
he had on a vest but i still managed to leave that ass for dead
cuz there aint one m'fucka in the whole wide world wit a bulletproof fo'head
im sewin up slubs,eatin em up, drinkin yo blood, like liquor its all because im givin a fuck, i got no luv for u n-i-g-g-a-s
fo me to be flowin it out for the nex mothafucka restin in peace, i luv my homies n g's but its src wen the trigga release
and the reason for these murders, is enuf for me to put these hot ones on ya
you can run on up, you can be a victem if you wanna
i swig my 40 but im not pourin out a drop, u neva knew my crew, dem n-i-g-g-a-s thats on the block

[edit]dam filter...

 

Next time you decide to bite rhymes from X-Raided, make sure it's not a popular song featuring Brotha Lynch for instance, Liqour *****s Triggas

 

in the words of ol dirty
SHAME ON A NIGGGHU