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#1 12 years ago

I'm suprised we don't have this thread already, I can't think of a good reason for it dieing considering the amount we spam lyrics already.

Try not to judge lyrics because of the genre of music or whether you like the tune. Try to rate lyrics on their qualities and what they show well or mean or come from. Don't give an overall/general score either, lyrics (from real music - Not media manufactured) are a personal thing from the heart, so appreciate what the lyrics are trying to get at, and judge them on how well they do that. Feel free to download the track that someone has posted to get a feel for the lyrics, but read first, and remember as I said - you're judging the lyrics.

When I say lyrics, I mean anything, from Metal to Poetry to Rap to something you wrote yourself. I'll go first

Klashnekoff - Son of Niah
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Yo my thoughts grow like herb in wild fields of mango A certain man of jankrow, I'm flexed like flamingo I'm buffalo, this shit gets venomous like Kosovo The manimal, man of maneuver undetectable I'm out the manor smokin' the poisonous vegetable Soakin' in herbs and drawin' the vital mineral Channel my inner Chi, regain my energy Can't ya see me, I'm a soldier who Penetrate the pain barrier Carry the legacy that's left by my father Dictate my work manifest into scripture I paint my pictures with sound clash Ya sound crash no counteractions I cut my dubs from the stomach of the mountains Buildin' the rhythm from the natural surroundings Surrounded in red mist Yo, grabbin' my Charlie Bronson, manifestin' ya death wish

Now in these days of Daggo my mind stays raggo Rugged like Brilo, these eyes bleed weeping willow Its parose, sleepin' on pistol like pillow Cushion the agro and escape into the astro Communicate one to one via my afro The Son of Niah, a killer born natural But still I'm neutral, cause I can shoot you Or twenty one gun salute you, whatever suit you In times of crucial I consolidate Sukidu Seein' my future through the eyes of a desert eagle There's no sequel 'til my soul settle I can't settle, yo, settle, it's the continuous struggle The environment is hostile I'm stressed out, blowin' sess out my nostril Apostles warnin' of storms on the coastal Contact the locals, we symbolise now with subliminal loco's It goes deeper than big bangs and black holes On roads, I stop to admire a black rose She's so beautiful, I chose not to pick it While other wicked man would have dig it

Now triple nine is the reflection of the ripplin' time While cripple minds run blind into the eye of the storm I've fought wars and returned war torn My wife was scorned, she took the life of my first born So be warned, these days of times are now transformed A pen is a now formed of states and collateral As clapped opium petrels, a rose sent to capture you From Clapton to Katmandu, what can a man do? It said man handle my inner feeling, sealing the inner angles Maintain my balance while walkin' on broken ankles My moods manifest into red shades of scandals Home of website of the seed we weave My chest heave, I breathe to ventilate this grief I'm seekin' relief in a brief glimpse of Parrowdice Beget left paralyzed from the Jankrows and parasites My eyesight, from great heights of hindsight I'm tryin' to line the blind mind with divine light But find my life to be a start to the death So fuck vex, my mind state is Semtex Explosive guides of venomous viper Stalk the beats like a wild tiger The Son of Niah, spit my phlegm on the flames of desire

Klashnekoff grew up in my area, he got involved with alot of circles of people that I know of and am around, and he mostly sings about life and growing up in Hackney, alot of the time mentions my area and road even. So I can associate with alot of what he says and can honestly say he speaks alot of truth, although it's fun talking about drive-by-ing people with ak47s, he mostly talks about what is wrong with the way people live and so on, and puts alot from the mind and heart into his lyrics. So he doesn't really represent that Gangsta hip-hop bullshit scene. For alot of people reading that it's probably kinda hard because of the kind of talk, whereas I can understand it fine, but it's all metaphorical and so on and if something seems vacuous then there is something to understand there. But so yeah, 10/10 for me, it's a masterpiece. You can give it what you like.



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#2 12 years ago

my thread hath been abandonned :(




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#3 12 years ago

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#4 12 years ago

Here is a poem I wrote.

Greatest Generation

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The Greatest Generation, they rose to the call. To fight for brother and nation, so freedom would not fall.

They faught through hell and horror, and showed Der Fuhrer whats coming. From the beach to the Reich's borders, though the sun burned and the snow was numbing.

And though they cried "The devil can have this place!" they never gave up fighting. They laughed and spat in fascist's face, their wrath as quick as lightning.

After all was said and done, after they'de slain the beast. All that was left for them to do, was to live in quiet peace.

Edit: I've never been a fan of rap but usually when I hear rap it is just so random and thrown together. However the lyrics you posted are acually quite good. I can't say I would acually listen to it because I just don't like the way rap sounds, but reading it is quite intresting. I read it like a poem, which I think is acually much more suitng.




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#5 12 years ago

I decided to write anothe poem, spur of the moment like.

Last war.

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Hell hath no fury like a womens wrath, but there is no hell like hell on Earth. Firey death, steel shower, your flight home is grounded.

Last friends, fading allies, doomed to leave you to sleep. Silent shouting, unheard cries of sorrow.

All or nothing, or so they say. You gave it your all, now you have nothing.

Last days, last tears. Last aches, last pains.

Last war.




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#6 12 years ago

I Was Born in the middle of an afternoon In a horse-drawn wagon on the old A5 The big twelve wheeler shook my bed You can't stop here the policeman said You better get born someplace else

So move along, get along, move along, get along, Go, move! shift.

I was born in the tatie lifting time In an old bow tent in a tatie field The farmer said, The work's all done It's time that you were moving on Better get born someplace else Move along, get along, move along, get along, Go, move! shift.

I wasbBorn on a common by a building site Where the ground was rutted by the trailer's wheels The local Christian said to me, You'll lower the price of property Better get born someplace else Move along, get along, move along, get along, Go, move! shift.

I was born at the back of a blackthorn hedge When the white hoarfrost lay all around No wise men came bearing gifts Instead the order came to shift Better get born someplace else Move along, get along, move along, get along, Go, move! shift.

The winter sky was hung with stars And one shone brighter than the rest The wise men came so stern and strict And brought the orders to evict Better get born someplace else Move along, get along, move along, get along, Go, move! shift.

Wagon, tent, or trailer born Last week, last year, or in far off times Born here or a thousand miles away There's always men nearby who'll say Better get born someplace else Move along, get along, move along, get along, Go, move! shift.