♫Rhyme Book♪

[Dark Prince]

The ticks of the clock thunder as I sit and watch time race,
And I'm caught within the milliseconds of my life, the numbers
Crumble as time cries and years wash my face

Age is ageless when the old looking for younger looks,
And young guns looking to act older, the numbers
Don't add up to where I'm left shook

I struggle to swallow the thoughts of wisdom
Knowledge is clots of knots, with no mission
Feeling trapped in Pandora's box shaped as a prism

Cast my lot within life's infinite plot, my innocence's a blot
Of faint perfection displayed thorough selected significant drops
My words laid on a tear stained page written, with primitive rocks

Still I live to replaced the sacred scripts desecrated,
Sit and now fiddle with thoughts I fought with
Riddled with violence at heart, I've taught kids

Puzzles and parables made to stand the test of time,
Created to entertain the best of minds
Misdirecting the peers that you try to reach with rhymes
To my surprise, it pains me to see the world
resembling things only displayed through dreams

​

​

 

[Dark Prince]

Letter to Music

The voices and noises approach in distortion
The devoted annoyance continues the torment

Then Graceless music! Erase my thoughts of confusion
I rot my mind with amusement while I dine in this fusion,
Draw a line to conclusions that I could live in this noose
I created with you and the people that listen to us,

Your words sound like meaning disabled but screaming
Can't you feel the pain from the beating
I hold my breath with these thoughts, but I'm speaking
An artist that's weakening now a part of a weakened thing

I've done my share of waiting, so I push the limits and flip
Fall sick as y'all Listerine my lyrics like you swish-n-spit,
The cynics, sinners and critics that thrust there heels to my neck, and pivot
Hear my next breath as it shifts to the next victim..

​

 

[Dark Prince]

check IT!

I bring no gifts, only scars on my past that stain the present/
My entrance gone in a flash like passing a maimed peasant/
I'm torn between living life masked, or showing my true essence/
I proved I lived life on this site with a crude presence/

I'm suicidal and this knife is a crude lesson/
I flip it like this mic within two seconds/
I'll chip out your life and remove methods/
Of any chance takings shots at the king that leaves true blessings/

I'm a wordsmith with words dissected
I'm proved effective when my words injected/
Death is one of my subjective successes/
Delivered infectious leaving victims defective/
​

 

[Ðari]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

Despite the lack of replies, I wanna say, this is very good and well composed.
More so its coated in a very heavy-esque, nothings sugar-coated, and when approached it can (if not already seen) appeal inexplicably intimidating.

Going off whats written and the meaning, its bold and well established. Needless to say, I'd honestly like to see more. It was a great, if not a hard-boiled, read.

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

Thanks, and of course I'll post more.. I don't know why ppl don't reply maybe they rather read other scripts on this site from ppl they know only ppl that know me are the ones that are prolly gone now.

 

[Dark Prince]

unfinished

unfinished unfinished unfinished next post

 

[Dark Prince]

finished

I been through thicker rain then the death of your parents
More crippled pain then the split of a marriage
I've flipped the fame on a fickle barren
I blew up county with the words that I'm spouting

They through the line I said "Burn IT without me!"
blind my opponents that undoubtedly doubt me
You can't see through me I'm mountain of mighty
Pages on this site ignite when I'm writing

Start wickedly bitter who could picture me bigger
I'm the itch in ya shiver quick like the image that flickers
Paint the streets with a brief stain that pains the weak
Use the same physique that brings shame to the name defeat

Blood is my mark this art is a part of the dark prince
No S on my chest just the flesh that I've been imparted
Reckless I've been and this stench that I've slept in
Left all of the sense that has been; a wisp in the next wind

Entered the game left with empty promises
Centered my fame around weak and harmless kids

 

[Annoyance]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

Thanks, and of course I'll post more.. I don't know why ppl don't reply maybe they rather read other scripts on this site from ppl they know only ppl that know me are the ones that are prolly gone now.

Essentially the reason for low reply count is because there are so few people that go into Creative Writing. When they do, they get lazy and don't really read much. :c It's really a shame.

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

I know its being read I have had a lot of views so I know that if it was horrible someone would say something but critique never hurts

 

[Annoyance]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

I know its being read I have had a lot of views so I know that if it was horrible someone would say something but critique never hurts

There's always the critique request thread if you haven't already tried it. C:

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

fingers clicking twistingly shifting nervously twitching
from nearly epilepticly fitting appocalypticaly thinking
nearly dropping my drink, heart almost stopping to think
how awful it is the slaughter of kids in far off lands for business
sheriff tyrants and sickness to provide rich pickings to royal divisions
of societies, lizards highly envisioned by blind bitches who've been lied to since children
tried in courtrooms and buildings cos they can't sort out their illness swallowing pills in the millions​

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

You want to fiddle with forces bigger then porches,
I'll Leave you engrossed in acidic assortments riddled with locusts
Then put him back in his mother just to abort him,
resort to my villainous sort and burning the corpses

Your timid and broken, on the edge of your life
Someone give him the rope or the end of there knife
Stage freight he ain't ready to write.. quick break right!
His "plankton platoon" about to fight this great white..

blaze this bastard,

I'm spitten flames 3rd degree, who you think you murdering?
Too many mistakes.. you let the heat from this burner breath
I have him shaking nervously yet he thinks that he worrys me
So I'll take him out personally, certainly with urgency

He in clutch mode, cause he know I easily dust foes
Headed quickly to his grave, but What's he in a rush for
Crush those, who think they rough folk I'll call that "bluff" smoke
So fuck that quick kill, this fake king got 'royal flushed', slow

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

I kite, my strife in life avoiding the messages
I can spit right, in spite of the ignorant intemperance
Never learn a lesson, when I'm molding a weapon to scold a veteran
I'm solely destined to fully snap necks, in four different directions
I'm violent, with a science that couldn't be messed with
I'm trying to align with what I should be in sect with

In reality most ardor my tenacity that's wrapped in me
A masterpiece when I flash a free, style so corrupt it's blasphemy
Laugh at me, go ahead mock the facts till they clap for me
They think I'm a class act, when their the wack in this rap-city
Is this now what will pass for G, when the havoc I'd reap be a tragedy
It's sad to me to see fragility freestyle spoken like its pass at me

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

so rappers get chastised even if they baptized,
tolerate no fake in my space so f*k you rap guys,
knowing my rap's fly, no need to ask why,
came back for vengeance on attack if you act wise,

emulating what i scribe then aspire to be me,
once again i came back to spit fire believe me,

n*gga damn you ready to bump heads like ram's do,
equivalent to me you don't know what my hands do

came wit the Grim tones to sit a top them bones,
like my name was Jesus like a thief when I'm in homes,

put me in a rap booth and i walk on water,
mezmorizing demonologist ... the talk i slaughter,

I'm an assassin,
Slashing fast with a passion,
So add ya cast in,
When my dagger will trash trim,
I'm past Grim,
Reaper feels the fear from my last sin,
So I'm asking,
As king you grow balls and lose the glass chin,
I'm hoping
That no focus,
Was broken,
When I watch the blood from your throat to the sand soak in.

​

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

I can't stand it, so fall to my bruised knees
getting back up is the battle that confused me

lately I feel like I'm losing control
in and out, of the do it myself mode

this lesson we'll loosen my self control
When the cap falls off, my hat falls off

To the one that made me snap back
haven knows, that showing emotions just an act

but I'm glad I have that other equal
known to most as the better half

better people more friends in my tethered steeple
since my life's a bitch don't let it eat you
​

 

[Dark Prince]

FFF

Fast as fuk fading fools fleeing frantically
fined Financially fearing foes' from "fairyland-families"
“Fabricated freedom”, forget fairness for free
Fighting for faithfulness forming “fists-full“ Fakery
Freedom Formally formed from fixations flabbergasted
For flagrant frauds forming’ flagitious-faggots
Flowing fluctuant force-feeding flows frequently
For Foreigners fronting stepping over our boarders illegally
​

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

My novelty, Modestly demolishing these mockeries and possibly
Chopping these anomalies properly

Leave them in poverty wondering solemnly ranting off false prophesies
Like "there's obviously no toppling me"

What I craft is a weapon, take out crews to leave lasting impressions
Ask me to step in, snaping his neck and, slash him in sections

Backed by my HENCHMEN that attack when they sense fear
Great place to feast on emcees that's why I was sent here

I'm pure imperial, kill niggas for breakfast like its "cereal"
All who battle me labeled inferior, I spew gravel to bury ya

You groupies confusing me, already got the grave for there burial
And there eulogy, and only at your funeral, to use your casket as my urinal

 

[Dark Prince]

Re: Growing Up Sucks

From the glimmering pools of celestial radiant fragrance
How my imagery painted the mayhem, so bask in amazement
Now comes cascading currents that will cut through the calm.
What I write with these palms will touch you like songs in psalms
This poetry reaches far with angelic arms..

 

[Dark Prince]

Solar Muilti Flare

Fuk vocals cause all I gotta do is sever your cords
I'm the rebel with horns and devil with swords

Like nas and shit I'll write names on my hollow tips
Fuk rappers and there shallowness

Some of ya'll delve too deep in this, but in the shallow end
Beat you so hard my paddle bent

I spew gravel, break shackles I'm now saddled in
Forgive me, and what I'm bout to dabble with

I'm about to shatter Kids ribs with their rattle
And hang em by there Bibs till they ready for battle

I'm a rapper laid back with instincts to wax the fake rap
I feel the soul spark in my chest, y'all done when I activate that

Decapitate cats as I assassinate trash
Amass my weight as it eradicates fast

Words ammunition, accurate incisions in positions
My blade in an instant, ready to fade ur existence

Any inquisitions? ~done easy​

 

[Dark Prince]

Growing Up A little more

Embrace this graceful rap with a taste of a chaser
I'm in this till the end, and in arms we will take up
I'm engrossed in this fight, teeth a knife to a throat
Still cuffed but as prisoners we strike for the hope

Check how this synergy's recreated, I'm deep engraved in
This heated statement I'm breathing fire and leaking hatred
A lethal raven, in this peaceful nation even the weakest taste it
I beat the greatest till feeble strong enough, to even make it

No one left behind when I lead these natives
I'm even hated, I've barely started and they seek containment
My feet are aching flesh is breaking, but "we all know he can take it"
"He took out crews in just days, I think this dude is Satan"