My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke.
Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke.
You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is
just what I feel.
Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal!
I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke.
I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a joke.
They are white supremacist hollow and they drink a racist coke.
And they bought themselves a black kid, broke me down and built a moat.
I'm the illest of the illest, you the illest with a pill.
Donate plasma with no athesma, drain so much I start to spill!
Got the game on lock with fakers who found out that words can kill.
Better bump this on speakers like I invented free will!
Spendin money by the twenties gettin hundies by the bill..
And I'll never stand for the flag so you coonies can in chill!
If my words had a flavor I'm sure I'd be spicy dill.
Bringing back the old school freshness like my name is Uncle Phil!
Categories:
illest, abuse, mental health, racism,
Form: Rhyme
If I leave today
Know I'm in a better place
The pain while dying is quite my biggest fear
Taking xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx trying to relieve some stress
Crying deep within, you'll never see my tears
Life is a gift, but most times is a mess
Mom has said 'go to church', you'll find solace there
But I feel insoluble in large volumes of peers
I feel like I'm maize in a painter of beans
But when I sieve away, they start seeking for me
I know that they're itching for me
In bitterness and sweetness
They try to be indifferent
But I am the realest
I am the illest, what my soul has been dripping
It's medicine for sick fans turned haters,
Who've been neglecting
In this Journey of Life, I gotta stay on the move
And when it does ends, I'll be known for the truth
Whether or not I blow up
Whether or not I boom
I know I gave you my all, I'm sipping Fulfillment's Juice
Categories:
illest, devotion, feelings, humanity, inspirational,
Form: Lyric
Fastidious gildings must dot your mien:
Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm,
And a neck sleekest with angelic luster
To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm.
Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye
Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove:
A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal,
A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove.
A full stock of sly eccentricities to baulk
Pert overstepping darts round the clock;
And a placating vocular chime that tells
Time’s tick better than poor-piping bells.
A hope that dares azure's illest signs;
Turning gaffes into leaps onto higher
Insights purer than filtered science,
Dwarfing Fate and her fiendish fire.
And shall all these bejeweled traits
Sure lie within one maiden’s tastes,
And finally match the magic gleams
Of that fairy gal I see in my dreams?
Categories:
illest, dream, feelings, first love,
Form: Ode
I say what I say
and I say how, I said it
with no bad intent
If you take it that way
You pave a way
for simply the illest will
You trust it to play,
the role that it was sent
Please take it
and say,
I simply must admit
© ~ShErEe~
Categories:
illest, feelings, fun, games, judgement,
Form: Bio
With my fusion of lyrics and rhythm
There is no confusion that I’m refusing to simply be disillusioned
With intellectual distribution
I do not have hesitation to let you give me recognition
Realising that my vision is empowered by my necessitation of not wanting to simply be the illest
But the illest who conveys parables continuation
Guaranteed expectation of never being word stranded, inspiration
Protection from all lyric dieticians, word anorexia, rhythmic bulimia
Representation of obese lyrical content, larger than life
Not afraid to speak what’s on my mind
Plantation of human strength to express ones feelings with the spoken word
Avoiding repetition of past mistakes
Promotion of inner strength to flourish
Installation of anti-verbal abuse
Living your own dream with motivation and authority on ones lips
Inspiration being drawn from the depths of self
Allowing others to march behind me
You are not motivated?
Self-pity embraces you
Self-pity moulds you
Allow yourself to blossom
Your uniqueness is rare
Only you possess that rareness
Abuse it
Use it
And you will be surprised the person you will become…
Just look at me…..
Categories:
illest,
Form: Free verse
You're a mad rapper
I'm a mad hatter
Ideas in my head always bleeding
So lyrics you won't be needing
You spit them
I write them
You rap them
I rhyme them
Lines we be exchanging
Like I'd be interchanging
The lanes fast on the freeway
Paving the roads leading away
From the ghetto
Like Pinocchio was to Geppetto
We be each others woodwork
Combined we be the spork
Together in our minds
Like buns on girls behinds
We ain't getting lost
Whatever the cost
We'll stay in the light
Never fly stay and fight
Cause we be the illest
Cough Cough we infect the rest
Wanting to be part of the fuss
They try and copy 'r' us
But they will never ever
Be as swift or as clever...
Categories:
illest, slam,
Form: Free verse
Unexpected Limitations
I am my own motivation
but thanks anyway
for your generous inspiration
You can keep your reservations
I’m replacin’ them with V.I.P salutations…
No more wastin’ time on my mind
You can flip another dime…
Your silly sellin’ dreams with no means
so I see how obscene….
Obscene I mean and I’m a mental patient
cause’ I’m the illest of the ill
and this facility is filled
with nothin’ but basic patients
Keep your thoughts to yourself
cause’ I can read your mind “already”
So I’m “already” gone with what you gave
but didn’t need or want…
So now you think I’m stuck huh?
You know you’re SO right
cause’ I’m stuck on star mode
for the rest of your life
and I’m gonna’ swim while you fin
for the sin of the Dead Sea you’re in
So I’ll see you on the other side of the bridge
And I might just call this one “Heavenly Brooklyn”
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Categories:
illest, life
Form: Lyric
As hard as it seem,
My verse reign supreme,
Myself and I, am the illest,
My flow is the sickest,
I spit hot-lava fire,
Never think of retire,
Hell-bent to succeed,
Haters call me demon seed,
But their opinions don't matter,
I'm too far up the ladder,
Like french-fries I fry 'em,
Sixteen bars I eat 'em,
Fools run from this storm,
I'm a lyrical god in human form,
After me there'll be none,
'Cause I kill 'em one-by-one!
Categories:
illest, song-lyricme,
Form: I do not know?
UNLEASH THE FIRE SPITTIN' PEN/ INK TANK SPILLIN' CREATING THE ILLEST OF RYTHUMS/ UNLOCK THE
HIDDEN VERSES/ REVERSE THE CURSES/ SEND FORTH REVALATION AND ITS VERY PURPOSE/ MOVING IN
UNHESITANT MOTIONS/ LIKE THE WAVES SLAMMING INTO THE OCEANS/MY WHOLE HEART DEVOTIONS.
Categories:
illest, inspirational
Form: Free verse
Four joints excercising their right
to tense up
Oh how the Pancreas aides in
such a drawstring.
Conscience kidnapped for a spell
while these fierce,
No, cowardly beings
earn their way into darkness.
Like the pedophile with no
child, sitting in the playground
"just reading a book"
while children play.
What a facade!
We know why both exist
It's the sickness,
No fingers to mouth, pondering, posing questions.
That neither know, it's their vision
changed the make-up
so they feel normal
When alone.
Categories:
illest, confusion, health, people
Form: Free verse