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1 Hesky - 7 (total = 6)
My mind gets distracted in the bright lights
Sick of doing nothing often on these shite nights
My fists are used quite a lot but I don't like fights
Had a lot of dick but I still think she's quite nice
Or maybe I'm wrong and I don't have my sights right
High in the sky but nothing like a kite's flight
I'll have some chips please but I don't want no fried rice
I told the truth once but I'd already lied twice
Infact, perhaps it was three like the blind mice
It wasn't six for sure 'cause that'd be a kind dice
But dice is plural, so I've just hit a fine line
Putting lemons in the sun to make my lime shine
I don't drink alcohol, but the wine's mine
Take the drugs off the street and watch the crime die
Instead of people, now they can live their prime why?
There isn't any point 'cause we all know that time flies
2 Block - 5 (total = 7)
I am sober.. floating over emotions, citing Icarus mindsets..
I'm fighting.. Exposing liquor on my breath, a side-stepped indictment..
And if you ask me, my back bleeds
like your mixture of lies lead to my wax wings
melting over coals in a fireplace,
stolked entirely with bad dreams..
that's me, sold to the highest praise..
I would raise up, I'd never fly into your path again
you're a pathogen on a warpath,
attacking in a form that is ravaging..
hassling, distracting men from goals and a higher purpose..
you're a lier's circus.. with a tight-rope tethered in
the surface of your speech pattern,
with each addled phrase..
I just wanna sever it.. let it fall, let her win
End it all and leave happy days.. with each task,
I keep asking ways the weatherman could settle it..
Maybe a sentiment or forecast,
(a sentimental forecast)..
better than the four last storms
lying dormant on my door-mat.. forced back
in shambles, rambling about your hot air and sore back..
You could tell the super-cell to leave me if you must
'cuz my ship is missing sympathy, it's sinking in the dust..
ignore that.. Misery could set us sailing instantly
instead of failing miserably and crashing to the rocks below...
your 'stop & go' tactics will not uphold
drop the rope.. Knot the anchor, that's it..
I'm asking you to stop the boat..
Dock the tanker, keep away
doppelgangers even say they may have perfected people's traits
so either way you vision it your image is in less than equal taste..
3 MikeNUFC - 5 (total = 5)
As a leaf falls from a tree, as a man leaves his home
It passes by us so gently as we're standing alone
The blow of the wind, the run for the bus
It creeps ever so slowly for the sun to adjust
Through misery or laughter, fun or disgust
It's an ever present mover, one we can trust
Sending a king to his death, a mountain to dust
Effecting all that we do because now is a must
It becomes harder to grasp the older we get
The reason we're older, through the cold & the wet
It drags on for you, flashes past for another
And the flash of lightning turns to ash in the summer
Masses will wonder why it wakes rats from their slumber
Yet within the same breath pushes cats into thunder
As a leaf grows back, as a man enters in his home
The timeless story continues; a never ending show
4 Yah-hah - 0 (total = 5)
Music fills the air till wings grow on these clef notes,
Soft flower petal lips purse before turning into a red rose,
Running to a place even my legs wont take me,
Until reality becomes a blur where twists and turns burn so vaugely,
Better learn ya lady is the sky bearing a Super Nova,
Though skies are dark trust the sun is there, don't lose composure,
Super soakers filled with anti-matter shootin stars with hollow tips,
My sun comin so fast shootin past moons who choose not to follow it,
Giant planets demolished in the footsteps of my Native sun,
Approachin so close the heat singes and blazed my tongue,
It'll be raised to one of the strongest in existence,
Spawned when witnessed by what is drawn with this pen,
Bliss is what happens when you gaze upon stars with closed eyes,
My real eyes realize real lies when those times go by,
Look through those blinds to see whats beyond the loose screaning,
When my sun turns to son it's given a new meaning
5 Master Chief - 2 (total = 3)
Okay, picture this story, I want you to be listening for me
Flashed outta sight; an important man who didn't inform me
That he had grown bitter and sore... all for living 'til forty
Why didn't he warn me? for me, the sun's dim in the morning
At four it starts getting warm, I'm stricken with more heat
(Angry...) by the time it's nine, I'm wishing for more sleep
Poor me, and wasn't yesterday the day I missed him again?
Thinking of him, light-headed enough to drift with the wind
Concieved by religious parents keeping me distant from sin
Now I lost control, Satan's the ink inside this glistening pen
He's gone though, he's inches away... spread across his cot
Now, my faith loses it's "h" and forgets that God's in charge
On a handstand... hidin' my frown as my life rots in flames
Tellin' people I meet, "my mouth and my eyes got misplaced"
So how will you react witnessing your loved ones last breath?
I know I'd crumble cause this is me imagining my dad's death
6 Amadeo - 2 (total = 2)
I've got a mom and dad who just spent a hundred grand
Saving up my college fund, but I'm still an undergrad
My parents worked for me to go to university
I've been here five years, haven't got my first degree
My mom's a lawyer and my dad? He's a stockbroker
I'm unemployed, plus I'm just a lazy pot smoker
I plan on dropping out of college after October
When I wrote this, you can bet that I was not sober
May have noticed that that my rapping, it just got slooowwer
I party 'till I stumble, drunk, and I'm knocked over
An IQ of zero? I just got a lot closer
I'm dumb enough to stick a knife in a hot toaster
But Dad's got a good job...and it pays well
Which gives me an excuse to lose some brain cells
I'm gonna drop out, bro, I'm not motivated
'Cause fuck it, maaan...education is overrated...
7 classthe_king - 8 (total = 9)
As I stare at ya photograph my heart’s now an open gash
And my frozen past is quickly thawed by your molten ash
My bliss is shattered and I’m battered by the broken glass
I try to float n’ last but I know I can’t even hope to splash
In your ocean’s wrath so my only hope is drowning again
Because your hands on my throat won’t allow me to swim
So I finally close my eyes and begin sinking to the floor
When the hands exit my throat and bring me to the shore
You’ve relieved me of this war; I’ve won the last battle
I have finally reached the front steps of your glass castle
But your vast shadows stalk me like a serpent in the night
Chasing me into your cave as I’m searchin for some light
But your smile sends me falling down the cavern’s depths
So when you dance I hear the echo of your scattered steps
Your vicious claws rip the heart out of my haggard chest
As the crows pick up the lonely pieces of my tattered flesh
8 Cosh - 1 (total = 2)