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10:19 Sep 23 2012
Times Read: 392

I won't let the world break me

So I need to change direction

Nothing special I'm far from perfect

Light the way for me



Feel I was running an endless mile

Last time it burns

And I'm dying inside

All of this will turn to ash

A change for a piece of mind



Walking where the dead ships dwell

These are shores I left behind

Streets were getting smaller

And I have to leave



Feel I was running an endless mile

Last time it burns

And I'm dying inside

All of this will turn to ash

A change for a piece of mind



All I hear is noise

Heart so false

So guess, I took it for granted

I know I went too far

I won't say I'm sorry

I got what I deserved

I got what I deserved



Feel I was running an endless mile

Last time it burns

And I'm dying inside

All of this will turn to ash

A change for a piece of mind



Feel I was running an endless mile

Last time it burns

And I'm dying inside

All of this will turn to ash

A change for a piece of mind.

04:52 Sep 15 2012
Times Read: 418








Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun

You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on

You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill

A descendant of Dublin with titanic skill

I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken

Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'

On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'

On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half

Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh

These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'

The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'

Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it

If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it

Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg

It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg

But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off

We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off

The Irish forbidden, the Celtic jazz

No one has it, just us that's it

If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly

I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily

You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head

Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man

You got no heart, here comes the good part

I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down

No fuckin' around

Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me

You shouldn't play, and by the way

Top o' the mornin' to ya







(What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya

(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)



Greetings, salutations

Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam

Crack the bottle, rev the throttle

Put the gear in, now you're stearin'

Like Mario Antretti

So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked

Noise like a cricket

Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs

I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em

This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain

But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy

So just say no, but I say go

Straight to hell, I kiss and tell

So if you're a ho, all my friends know

What you gotta say, let's hit the hay

And have no delay, and yo, by the way

Top o' the mornin' to ya







Extra extra, read all about it

How could ya doubt it?

Now scream and shout it!

The House Of Pain soon will reign

Over the hip hop scene in white, gold, and green

I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi

I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I

Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'

Collecting my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in'

And how do I know that she's funk?

I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a

Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony

So never ever try to play me out like a phony

Cause I can get real thick like a bowl of Malt-o-Meal

And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya

15:05 Sep 12 2012
Times Read: 432

Who got da antidote please da seeds of rage

From Rasheed bein’ planted in me. homie

Hold me back or see me punch the ref & I’m the

Only rapper screamin at the left

Theft is how I get by. You know. I

Got no trouble wit messin people’s lives up

Death is what I got comin’ real quick. (oh

Ssh..!) betta get down befo’ my time’s up: first

Rappin’, then actin’, then run for Prez, & then

Conquer the world & leave everyone dead. I got a

Plan in life. I may be sick in the head, but that’s a-

Ight. I write rhymez that’s tight. Yo

You should get out-a here. Ya don’t belong

Girls in thongs smokin bongs to dope rap songs

It won’t be long till yo life is gone, or gone-

Ish. You’re like a fish swimmin in piss that gets

Flushed. Lush chicks down liquor like tus'& ya

Musn’t forget I-love-the-ladies-I-just met. a

Couple fine hunnies who’s pretty & lovely

Always be down for me & my buddy

Love them girls. Gotta love them

Yo. I heat up the cold. did you ever get

Froze? Heaven knows. Hell blows. But I’m burnin’ in it

Yo. Spin it faster, just let it go (just let it go!)

Never workin for money not tradin’ hours for dollars

How’s a baller to play when stuck-wearin’ a blue

Collar never workin for money not tradin’ hours for dollars

How’s a baller to play?! Damn it, I want the

Gross. I want the whole damn thang. That’s

My money, give it over. Bang bang bang

I want the

Gross. I want the whole damn thang. That’s

My money, my money yeah! I want the

Gross



They

Tol’ me God’s guiding me. They say I should try

To find the bright shining light in me. this god

Damn society. It’s like they stuck a knife inside of me

Tryin’ to drain my juice. tryin to change my views

To what they call sane. They say I’m deranged

So should I blow out my brains? Wait. Maybe I should

Grab the reins, give the beast a kick, & wreak

Havok all over this ditch. One little

Flutta from a butta fly could create chaos

What if I wreck stuff? What if my threats ain’t lies?

Then I’ll mortify people by acts of evil

Collapse cathedrals. just slap the feeble

Distract the feds internally, infil-

Trate the place, and then set my peoplez free!

Anar-kee every man for hiz

Self. Da end to us not havin da wealth

A time to fight to get da most you could

Get. I’m ‘a take ALL this.. ‘cause I want da

Gross! ..

14:08 Sep 12 2012
Times Read: 435

To be honest with you, this whole game, to me is a joke,

like someone who's never smoked,

tellin' the meaning of dope,

get out the way, the grim reaper is cleaning his cloak,

and aint puttin back down the sithe, til' it's gleaming and soaked,

in the remains,

of every fake rapper up in this game,

goin' with the flow's likely to have you flushed down the drain,

messed up like a kid with the thug image, stuck in his brain,

the fans are beggin for more, like someone cluckin' for cane,

but come on, you thought you'd seen the last of me?

I don't even think a nuclear blast would be,

enough to rid you of syko recordz I laugh at these,

minor mcees, actin' like they're even half a g,

I aint some fake Jack in the box production,

made up like a female intending on Boss seduction,

sittin on a shelf in a store with cost reduction,

I'm turnin' the game back, like some clocks adjustin',

I don't give a dam wot you think, think what you like,

keep thinkin' it til' you're dead in the ground and thinkin' with five,

little maggots eatin' your skull and a twinklet of light,

peering through your fuckin' coffin while you stink and I'm ripe,

I'm too far ahead of you bitches to care,

test me and you'll simply dissapear like when you piss in the air,

This game's fucked up like a beat that's missin' a snare,

turnin' makeshift like payin' for a kiss in a fair...







Let the games begin,

I've come to far to turn back down the lanes I've been,

When I play man I aim to win,

Now I'm startin' to change the winds,

So let the games begin,

For those who find it a strain to string,

Together tracks like I've been trained to bring,

Now we'll see who remains the king,

Let the games begin...





Now I'm gettin my label off the ground, like a frog on a leap.

movin' this rap game, like a dog on a leash,

you people think I live where you can jog on the beach,

I'm still livin' in ends where you'll get robbed on the street,

But I move too quick I was born premature,

if I carry on like this I'll be seein what Jackson & Lennon saw,

you man are pissed cause you bring shit you can't get a tenner for,

come test me now and see if I don't leave you red and sore,

New Breed was the point I switched from average to above,

having rubbed,

out all the mistakes I'd made since first being dubbed,

syko, I-grow, like a vine while you're like a shrub,

you'll never catch up, it's like Bugs Bunny and Elma Fudge,

got so much heat in my arsenal you'd think I'm fuckin' Russian,

got this mastered, from the rhymes to the keys to the precussion,

this games overflowin' with shit like a toilet that needs flushin',

I talk about things other rappers aint even brushin',

goin' right to the core, most just dance around the crust n',

chat about gats they're bussin,

when all they're doin' is cussin',

you must be on a trip if you think that I'm ever hushin,

at one point, i've either got lyrics or beats gushin,

out of every orophis,

one bit of flem or a piss,

contains more talent than these rappers who chat about hollow tips,

there's nothin' to work with like a woman with hollow tits,

if you're gonna follow something for fucks sake follow this,

I leave talentless Mceese shook like horror flics,

and I aint even tryin no more I do it for a kick,

you think I've got time for you and your stupid antics?

You've got somethin to say? Say it and you'll receive the blits,

this is it,

this is where the game begins,

time to put all to the test who've been named the kings,

bury every single fake who just claims to sin,

resurrect the game, time to change the winds....

10:32 Sep 11 2012
Times Read: 446

Pay attention, look closely if you-listen,

You will see, that there, are truely few-christened,

Who can say, that they, are truely musicians,

You'd find more talent now a days through-fishing,

These rappers are lookin' baffled like this shit-is-a-riddle,

Talkin' sense'd leave 'em lookin' like a cripple-who-dribbles,

I aint a gangsta or a prick so I'll just sit-in-the-middle,

And you can say what you want, or shut your lip-and-just-fizzle,

I'm hungry, on point, and fit-as-a-fiddle,

Could bring a couple of hits with lyrics written-in-scribbles,

Could give a dam about P's I'm happy stickin'-to-Lidols,

These industry run protatutes give-me-the-giggles,

'Cause I know this rap game like the back-of-my-hand,

It's fake as Americas war in Afghanistan,

I don't care about fame or if I'm lacking-the-glam,

Don't wanna be one of these fakes stacking-their-grands,

Na, I'll stick to being home-made,

And build these thousands of fans from my home-page,

Don't give a shit what fake guys and clones-say,

Always have and will do things my own-way........









Now adays rap to me sounds a bit plop,

These fake guys should be wearing bras and Lip gloss,

Me I'm taking this game right to the tip-top,

Cause I aint your average household hip-hop,



I'm not rich, on a beach wearing flip-flops,

I'm on the block, in my house gettin shit locked,

Advancing every hour on the wrist watch,

Cause I aint your average household hip-hop....









Man it's incredible,

The way how so many terrible,

Mcees out there pass off as sellable,

Claiming to make music but, you're not credible,

That's why I never took serious anything you said-at-all!

I'll munch you like a happy meal to me you're edible,

You talking like you're something sick should be a federal,

offence, name me one person on my pedestal,

At my level or who's even fucking ahead-at-all!

And you're probably stunned to know i made this beat-too !

Umm, yes, I'm a musician it's what we-do !

Oh you think I'm in a booth where you can see through,

To the million tecnitions switching the EQ ?

How sweet, No I'm a real artist-son,

Not a fake imitation like half the scum,

You might see on T.V with half east lon-

-ndon standing behind them posing while they're parking-some,

rented whip, fake from their heads-to-their-toes,

Try bring something original their heads-will-explode,

Yet people claim they're sick while they head-to-their-shows,

Hip-Hop never died, it just looks dead-'cause-of-clones,

So give me a fork-and-some-cups,

And I'll single handedly launch an assault-on-these-fucks,

Touch on real life subjects that ought-to-be-touched,

And see that every fake out there is forcibly-crushed.

13:48 Sep 10 2012
Times Read: 456

I breathe-for-this-rap-shit,

If I didn't I'd be going Syko that's the reason-I-practice,

Talking like you're a flame thrower, fam, you're not even-a-matchstick,

The weight of my words, are why Earth, leans-on-it's-axis!

You don't see skill? Please-fix-the-range-of-your-specs!

My album's advisory sticker should be-switched-to-danger-of-death!

One track and your ears'll bleed-drips-of-brain-on-your-neck!!

Blow your mind, like taking E's-with-cocaine-during-sex!

Real emcee-going-hard-flowing-superb,

When it comes to deep-open-heart-poems,-true-words,

I go best-mode-and-start-growing-blue-fur!!

Got this, rhyming-mastery-figured-I'm-crazed-like-some-twisted-patients,

Climbing-past-all-these-wiggers-and-raising-the-list-of-patrons,

It's time-we-start-to-deliver-the-age-of-sophistication,

Finally-after-a-vigorous-stage-full-of-bitches,-fakes-and,

You're gonna-take-a-labotomy-call-me-a-rap-scientist,

You wanna-take-a-shot-at-me?-Cool-infact-I-insist!

For fun-I-break-a-lot-of-beats,-all-these-kats-try-and-miss,

So run-and-play-monopoly-you'll-fall-back-trying-this,

Game, new-rules-and-tactics-apply-to-remain,

You-fools-who-act-sick-are-writers-in-vien,

Too-false-you-chat-shit-then-try-to-sustain,

Your name, and vitally-claim,

To be clever-guys-your-lines-and-words-seem-minisucle,

Ever-tried-out-rhyming-thirteen-syllables?

Tethered-line-for-line-absurdly-clinical?

Never-mind,-your-kind-aint-worth-being-ridiculed!

Original-pivotal-miracle-talker,

Far from a typical-cyclical-pitiful-fraudster,

I'm an unkillable-pinnacle-lyrical-author,

And I just killed a formidable-syllable-slaughter !

Sick son of a gun
14:07 Sep 09 2012
Times Read: 462

One, one sick son of a gun

I'm crushin' you for fun

Don't find yourself on the wrong end

Of anything I've done



Cause I'll lay you to waste

I guess I like the taste

I'll take you out the back door

And shoot you right in the face.

Dont you see the Motherfucking writing on the wall
12:18 Sep 08 2012
Times Read: 479

You need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge.

00:28 Sep 07 2012
Times Read: 486




You never felt so out of luck

Nothing ever felt this rough

You feel one step away from giving up

Your world''s come crashing to the floor

You wonder what you''re fighting for

To see the end,

There''s nothing you want more



Don''t cry when you feel like

They''re all after you

Don''t cry when the drugs

Won''t get you high

Don''t cry when there''s nothing left

To get you through

Don''t cry, don''t cry, don''t cry



You never feel you''re good enough

You never heal when you''ve been cut

You hide away and lie awake in fear

Cause it takes everything you''ve got

To turn and face another shot

And take another bullet

In the mask you wear



Don''t cry when you feel like

They''re all after you

Don''t cry when the drugs

Won''t get you high

Don''t cry when there''s nothing left

To get you through

Don''t cry, don''t cry, don''t cry



Don''t cry, don''t cry, don''t cry



When your walls are caving in

When they never let you win

You''re alive, you''re alive, you''re alive

When you''re standing in the dark

When the world tears you apart,

Don''t cry, you''re alive, you''re alive



Don''t cry when you feel like

They''re all after you

Don''t cry, just wash away your eyes

Don''t cry, don''t let them get

The best of you

Don''t cry, don''t cry, don''t cry

Don''t cry, don''t cry, don''t cry.

11:53 Sep 06 2012
Times Read: 499

a real rap, this is how to rap, to a silly little wannabe on here.



A lot of people ask me if I think that I could spit American,

Probably so that they can make some dumb little comparisons,

To Eminem, in comments full of arrogance,

But 'The UK Shady' aint a title too embarrassing,

But lets not beat-around-the-bush,

I'm a beast-about-to-mush,

All these peeps-under-my-foot,

My bars are nuts like I've been puffing ether-and-some-kush,

So UK or not just either say Kapeesh-or-be-Kaput !

Man I got the sickest-rhymes,

Take some pills, sniff-a-line,

Down bottles of different-wine,

They still won't be as sick-as-mine,

We've got different-minds,

And even if-I'm-signed,

I'm tearing down this whole fucking game in the nick-of-time,

Cause tracks back in the day was way-iller!

Producers like Hi-Tek, Pete Rock and J-Dilla,

Real artists like the MJ that made-thriller,

Now music's just a fake parade to make-'scrilla",

Maybe I should join 'em be like 'I'm a rapper-yo!

Look at me with all these bitches here stackin'-doe!

What's crackin'-bro,

Smack-a-hoe !'

It's like a comedy coming straight from Judd Apatow,

Man I've been the illest,

For a minute,

But these pillocks,

Never hear-it,

Or understand what the concept of skill-is !

Dunno what the deal-is,

All I ever did was kill-it,

Be the realest,

While these gimmicks,

Just either mimic

or just pillage,

Maybe it's cause I'm not-from-the-states,

And instead I'm here in london left to cotch-in -estates,

That certain people think my rhymes won't have a prosperous-fate,

But fuck that ! That's something that I'm not-gonna-take,

Won't take a break, 'til my name's up with Pac-and-the-greats,

Won't soften-or-break,

Until I'm in a coffin-to-waste,

No stoppin'-my-pace,

I'm Sykopathic, off-of-my-face,

Already been through darker nights than even Gotham-could-take!

But in the end we're just 2 different continents,

Parts of the same group like valves and consonants,

And any hate I'm getting right now's drowned in compliments,

So don't think that anything you say will knock my confidence,

Best believe-I'll-never-quit,

'Cause life without music, I'd conceive-as-an-abyss,

I'd rather just have music than live leisurely-in-bliss,

So call me epileptic 'cause I'll see's-ya-(seizure)-in-a-bit !

16:28 Sep 01 2012
Times Read: 519

First off, they call me SYKO,

Rapping is my Psycho-active,

Therapy which I've dedicated nearly half my life-to-practice,

So duck down like sniper-tactics,

When I'm on this mic-I-smash-this,

From the way I spit you'd think I've got a hundred writers-captive,

In my basement Locked-away,

Including Doctor-Dre,

With the beats I make and rhymes I'm managing to concoct-a-day,

Yes I'm absurd-with-this,

Trust me boy I will murder-this,

Murderous,

thoughts circle-this,

Mind , so get ready for turbulence,

I'm Sick of subservient,

Worthless,

Little vermin-its,

You, who keep this game more packed with clowns than a fucking circus-is,

The most observative,

verbalist,

On the surface-of,

Earth-is

About to furbish-this,

Game and make it impervious,

To fraudulence,

On my ones I've built an audience,

And I won't quit 'til the day I'm shelving shiny oscar ornaments,

Na that's a lie, I'd take ones made of porcelain,

And still do rap if i was on the street playing accordions,

Care what you think ? Man I couldn't give less of a fuck !

Advice from you is like an eagle trying to take hunting lessons-from-ducks,

I see you all tryn'a blow but the nuke button you're pressing-is-stuck,

With the fact your bars suck, and you aint impressing-us -much,

See, too many kids think "lets-be-greasy,

Spit bars on S-B-T-V,

Fuck tryn'a think of something new to say, believe me,

this mess-is-easy! "

Then have the balls to say what you're spitting is poets-art,

People are listening saying 'Brap, yeah he's going-'ard,"

Hold a candle to me ? You couldn't even hold-a-spark !

More likely to sink Noahs-Ark,

By throwing-darts !

I'll carry on the show-and-laugh!

Every day I'm growing-half,

My size again, won't be long now 'til I'm going-past,

The ceiling, Me on Earth's like using a bath, to grow-a-shark !

My surroundings are too small minded, just slow-and-daft,

I'm moving at the speed of light, my tires are blowing-fast,

Fuck this planet, It's too small, I'm going-Mars....