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A Slap in the Face of Public Taste By Vladamir Mayakovsky http://classics.columbia.edu/Mayakovsky I'm expressin' with my full capabilities, And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities, Cause some don't agree with how I do this. I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery, But my technique is very necessary. Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky When you got a subject and a predacit. Add it on a dope beat And that'll make you think. Some suckaz just tickle me pink To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one. You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one Or two before I'm through. So don't try to sing this! Some drop science While I'm droppin' English. Even if Yella Makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess. Cause its known to give a brother brain damage. And brain damage on the mic don't manage Nuthin' But makin' a sucker and you equal. Don't be another sequel... Express yourself. Now, gettin' back to the PG. That's program, and it's easy. Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow, Expressin' ain't their subject Because they like to follow The words, the style, the trend, The records I spin. Again and again and again Yo, you on the other end. Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help. There's no fessin' and guessin' While I'm expressin myself. It's crazy to see people be What society wants them to be. But not me! Ruthless... Is the way to go They know. Others say rhymes that fail To be original. Or they kill where the hiphop starts, Forget about the ghetto And rap for the pop charts. Some musicians curse at home But scared to use profanity When up on the microphone. Yeah, they want reality. But you won't hear none. They rather exaggerate, a little fiction. Some say no to drugs and take a stand, But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman. Or they ban my group from the radio. Hear NWA and say "Hell no!". But you know it ain't all about wealth. As long as you make a note to... Express yourself. From the heart. Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart Then expression is a big part of it. You ain't efficient when you flow You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise. Full of rigor mortis. There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo. Or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin' - I got a Smith and Wessun For you. I might ignore your record Because it has no bottom. I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical. Doin' the job NWA is the lynch mob! Yes, I'm a cob? But you know you need this. And the knowledge is growin' Just like a foetus, or a tumor. But here's the rumor: Dre is in the neighborhood And he's up to no good. When I start expressin' myself, Yella, slam it! Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage. Or I'mma be too hyped, And need a straight jacket. I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it. So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic, Ask what it's like. It's like we gettin' hype tonight. Cause if I strike It ain't for your good health. But I won't strike if you just... Express yourself. http://classics.columbia.edu/Mayakovsky
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euro communist/gucci socialist by john cooper Clarke. Punk poet, delivering great lines at incredible speed. This is my favourite. for a modern home and cheap electricity streamlined functional neat simplicity put yourself on the slum clearance list dial a dialectical materialist find out what your net potential is get married to an existentialist don't doubt your own identity dress down to a cool anonymity the pierre cardin line to infinity clothes to climb the meritocracy the new age of benevolent bureaucracy i like to visit all the big cities museums and municipal facilities i strive for critical ability i thrive on political activity i'm alive in a new society i arrive quickly quietly the car that i drive is the family variety roman catholic marxist leninist happily married to an eloquent feminist a lapsed atheist all my memories measure the multitude's deafening density psycho citizens are my enemies crypto nazis and their remedies keep the city silent as the cemetery's architechtural gothic immensity a new name on the less-than-kosher list the euro-communist / a gucci socialist Viaticum by Clement Rebora. It's probably the best war poem, and one that gets often overlooked. It's an entreaty to a man gutted by a shell burst on a mountainside in Italy. Oh wounded man down there in the valley, Pleading so loud, That three comrades, no less, Perished for you who almost aren't there A leg less trunk between the mire and blood and now the wailing again, The pity stirred in us, lingering still to breathe our last and the moment won't end Quicken your agony finish it, you can Take solace In the insanity that can't go mad, while time stops sleep shroud your brain, Leave us in silence - - thank you brother
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Jun 7, 2014 07:58
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Iseeyouseemeseeyou posted:slam whale
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Wayside Bazaar posted:i know ur probably kidding but he offed himself ffs, whoever is banking off his royalties is kicking back happily profiting off his suicide...i believe the artist would rather, once they are deceased, have their work be freely available and have as many people as possible be exposed to their work rather than have as many people making as much money as possible off of their work (so long as their surviving family is reasonably provided for). if u dont share this opinion than u are just a bloodsucker and or corporate shill. his trust is actually pretty vicious about copyright like, they had poo poo taken down before so yeah,  as gently caress
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roses are red violets are blue aatrek touched kids mods knew
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here i shitpost empty hearted tried to  but only farted
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amityville anus posted:here i shitpost Woah
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