No Really

[emilyrose]

E Equals

I'm in a new phase, not dazed, some new phrases
Poetry set to a beat, my old rhymes had no
Cymbals, but does it really make a difference?
'Cause if your words are weak, strung out, and impaired
Then it's clear to others that you really ain't prepared
Lyrics not that different, just tightened a few lines
Don't require a book to know how to make the right rhymes
I am well practiced in the skills of writin' verse
But the energy's something I'ma have to rehearse
How do you keep the flow hoppin' while the beat's dropping
Communicate ideas, fresh, not rehashed
Now keeping in mind that I won't make a lot of cash
In fact, it's not any, so case closed, I'm indie
In the simplest form, new player to the game
Not the best rapper, I'm just passing through,
But maybe I'll impart some inspiration that you
Can manipulate to share some pointed views
Give me some time, this rap ain't over yet
Will it be catchy, now that is the last bet
I would make, I just know my words won't sag
Even when my cadency starts to drag
Hold on a second, and you'll see what I mean
Okay I'm done now, make way for the drum machine

No, really
Put you to sleep like Sealy
Wait, did I just incriminate myself?
Whatever, you know me, I'm no one else
E Equals energy
And my flow is pickin' up
Now move on to the next verse, no use for this dumb stuff

This ain't political, don't like to proselytize
Even if I should, I got no one to criticize
Matters important, all history is cyclical,
I'll save my other views for moments more cynical
Now the question remains, have I picked up the pace
With that backing track, learned how to save face
It's like the SATs, you give answers on the spot
This is only part freestylin', but keep in mind it's not
Really cheating, I just perfect myself with preparation
Not 100 percent, I just like abbreviation
You may think I'm not saying much
But this song is just a warm-up, a quick hit, a soft touch
The beginning of a play, it's my introduction
You may notice this track lacks any proper production
Words are my tools, and the beat is a menace
I'm kind of quiet, but listen up, now hear this:
Drop it like it's ____, original, not a knockoff
Like a fit of asthma, I'll make you shake and cough
With fleeting hope, in desperation
You bomb, run for cover just to save this free nation
But before I go off on a braggin' ego spree,
I'd like to say rhythm does much to satisfy me
Bass in your face, treble in your thighs
Got people hot and bothered, and I'm flashin' bedroom eyes
To the music I feel weightless and most definitely connected
But in case you didn't know, there's something you neglected
Your bitter plague spreads like an infected wound,
And it's running over, and starting to leak pus
I may keep you in place like Rosa on the bus,
My content is developed, but my beat is just a bust
So what about the treble, I don't pretend I'm fly
I admit I'm human, so y'all others can just die
Don't brag to me about stupid mumbled lyrics
But if you've got the blazing track, then out with it, let's hear it

No, really
Put you to sleep like Sealy
Wait, did I just incriminate myself?
Whatever, you know me, I'm no one else
E Equals energy
And my flow is pickin' up
Now move on to the last verse, no use for this dumb stuff

This is the end, and it's about my time
To go, sayonara, au revoir, I can though
Sum up everything I've said so far in short form
Funky, grooving track seems to be the new norm
I try to keep up, with it, but I come short,
This is my only song, you slam back and retort
I don't give a damn, you know what I mean
I'm not going away, I'm gonna strengthen my rhyme scheme
Plotting out a plan like a killer on the loose
I'm like Ike Turner, can you handle the abuse
Of my lyrics on the table, now that you can't cope with,
And it's not just because you been smokin' that dope shit
This is just a sample, wait for the next tune
Badly sung maybe, but no needles repeating
With the same old loop to distract you, that's cheating
You're experimental, or just a great producer
But don't forget locution, or try to reduce her
She loves to come through in the darkest, crazy hours
And move you, shake you, give you strange powers
To appreciate, and understand the meaning
Of your particular story, once more now, with feeling
Digest her prose like a VCR, an old cassette
And I would wager to you, no really, I would bet
My entire life savings on the development of mind
That you already had within you, but were gonna leave behind
Because you didn't care about the words, now there's nothing left to say
I ain't saying I'm no mentor, and you're not my protegee
This is my message, now you know what I'm about
This is the last line, no more verses, and I'm out

[furrypedro]

TMK _ No Really

I met her on the stairs
I told her what she wants to hear
There's no reason to deceive her
A familiar ringing, pick up the receiver
A simple movement that's well rehearsed
You're under-animated and over-immersed

Fuck art, let's go and dance
Fuck the right way let's make mistakes
Look up from your navel and let's go and dance
Half-fill the cup

You sit in the corner, all mysterious, all mysterious
I think you're clinically depressed, I'm serious
no really, I'm serious
You're always playing the same games
You all play the same games
Let's Go!

Fuck art, let's go and dance
Fuck the right way let's make mistakes
Put down that book and let's go and dance
Half-fill the cup, let's get fucked up
Rock out!

[Nigel (spOOn) Clements]

E Equals

I'm in a new phase, not dazed, some new phrases
Poetry set to a beat, my old rhymes had no
Cymbals, but does it really make a difference?
'Cause if your words are weak, strung out, and impaired
Then it's clear to others that you really ain't prepared
Lyrics not that different, just tightened a few lines
Don't require a book to know how to make the right rhymes
I am well practiced in the skills of writin' verse
But the energy's something I'ma have to rehearse
How do you keep the flow hoppin' while the beat's dropping
Communicate ideas, fresh, not rehashed
Now keeping in mind that I won't make a lot of cash
In fact, it's not any, so case closed, I'm indie
In the simplest form, new player to the game
Not the best rapper, I'm just passing through,
But maybe I'll impart some inspiration that you
Can manipulate to share some pointed views
Give me some time, this rap ain't over yet
Will it be catchy, now that is the last bet
I would make, I just know my words won't sag
Even when my cadency starts to drag
Hold on a second, and you'll see what I mean
Okay I'm done now, make way for the drum machine

No, really
Put you to sleep like Sealy
Wait, did I just incriminate myself?
Whatever, you know me, I'm no one else
E Equals energy
And my flow is pickin' up
Now move on to the next verse, no use for this dumb stuff

This ain't political, don't like to proselytize
Even if I should, I got no one to criticize
Matters important, all history is cyclical,
I'll save my other views for moments more cynical
Now the question remains, have I picked up the pace
With that backing track, learned how to save face
It's like the SATs, you give answers on the spot
This is only part freestylin', but keep in mind it's not
Really cheating, I just perfect myself with preparation
Not 100 percent, I just like abbreviation
You may think I'm not saying much
But this song is just a warm-up, a quick hit, a soft touch
The beginning of a play, it's my introduction
You may notice this track lacks any proper production
Words are my tools, and the beat is a menace
I'm kind of quiet, but listen up, now hear this:
Drop it like it's ____, original, not a knockoff
Like a fit of asthma, I'll make you shake and cough
With fleeting hope, in desperation
You bomb, run for cover just to save this free nation
But before I go off on a braggin' ego spree,
I'd like to say rhythm does much to satisfy me
Bass in your face, treble in your thighs
Got people hot and bothered, and I'm flashin' bedroom eyes
To the music I feel weightless and most definitely connected
But in case you didn't know, there's something you neglected
Your bitter plague spreads like an infected wound,
And it's running over, and starting to leak pus
I may keep you in place like Rosa on the bus,
My content is developed, but my beat is just a bust
So what about the treble, I don't pretend I'm fly
I admit I'm human, so y'all others can just die
Don't brag to me about stupid mumbled lyrics
But if you've got the blazing track, then out with it, let's hear it

No, really
Put you to sleep like Sealy
Wait, did I just incriminate myself?
Whatever, you know me, I'm no one else
E Equals energy
And my flow is pickin' up
Now move on to the last verse, no use for this dumb stuff

This is the end, and it's about my time
To go, sayonara, au revoir, I can though
Sum up everything I've said so far in short form
Funky, grooving track seems to be the new norm
I try to keep up, with it, but I come short,
This is my only song, you slam back and retort
I don't give a damn, you know what I mean
I'm not going away, I'm gonna strengthen my rhyme scheme
Plotting out a plan like a killer on the loose
I'm like Ike Turner, can you handle the abuse
Of my lyrics on the table, now that you can't cope with,
And it's not just because you been smokin' that dope shit
This is just a sample, wait for the next tune
Badly sung maybe, but no needles repeating
With the same old loop to distract you, that's cheating
You're experimental, or just a great producer
But don't forget locution, or try to reduce her
She loves to come through in the darkest, crazy hours
And move you, shake you, give you strange powers
To appreciate, and understand the meaning
Of your particular story, once more now, with feeling
Digest her prose like a VCR, an old cassette
And I would wager to you, no really, I would bet
My entire life savings on the development of mind
That you already had within you, but were gonna leave behind
Because you didn't care about the words, now there's nothing left to say
I ain't saying I'm no mentor, and you're not my protegee
This is my message, now you know what I'm about
This is the last line, no more verses, and I'm out

Wow! cOOl as fuck!! way to go girl!!!

[emilyrose]

Thank you so much!

[j$]

No Really by Johnny Cashpoint

Modern art show, Palais Tokyo, strange sort of place for me to go
by the beaux-arts, angel dancing, prettiest girl in the whole of France
Sodden cowgirl, pearls and black shoes, off of her head, smiling, half-dead
glint in her eye - marujana sky, faraway places seen but never been

First time I saw, tried to ignore, better men tried and fell before her
What would wife say? Tried to get away, kept on looking, eyes cried 'let's play'
I was closed case, she was unfazed, introduced myself, smile crossed her face,
Genius moment, knew what to do, smiling coyly, said "I love you"

Not really - No, really
Don't mean it, Or do I?
I'm joking - Or am I?
Not really - yes really

First time I saw her, swore that I'd adore her, rest of my life, once I'd left my wife
That was invention, had no intention of leaving my marriage, or buying new wife
First time I saw, didn't want to bore, back to the hotel, back for a conference,
Said I was a trader, talking nonsense, champagne , oysters, soaked resistence

First time I saw, naked I implored - tracks from the needles, like tears on her arms,
Slammed down my cocktail on damp coaster, dragged that girl to four poster
curled up all foetal, said she was legal, that was all she would tell me
As I slid down her panties, said she loved me, then "not really"

Not really - No, really
Don't mean it, Or do I?
I'm joking - Or am I?
Not really - yes really

Caught in moment, petite gloire, said that I loved her and then "no, really"
Once we'd made love, whispered to me, "something you should know, i have HIV"

Not really - No, really
Don't mean it, Or do I?
I'm joking - Or am I?
Not really - yes really