Nocturnal Nightmares

by **Renegade** » Oct 5th, '05, 01:16

*off of different forum*

i am Renegade, just like on here, i am also known as Big M

Intro: When I snap my fingers You will fall in a deep dark sleep...you shall bring out the worste of your nightmare...
*snap*

~hook~
As you sleep ur awoken form nocturnal nightmares...
I.S has borught out your worste fears...
When you go sleep make sure the lights on and ur in the clear...
Cuz in the dark no souls will be spared....

Renegade : Immortal Soldier blood coursin through my veins
group of misfits who should be in chains
coming up being called a bad influence, failing English cuz i wasn't fluent
for some reason i kept failing and i was truent but still i couldn't do it
so i went to school with a trenchcoat and i had something that i was hiding underneath
it was something i couldn't wait til my third class so i would be able to unsheath
writing down stuff in my binder, thinkin it was a book report but i'm takin names
takin names of the other kids who wouldn't include me in any of their games
just as we got to turning in homework i reached in and pulled out the surprise
and started with shooting the girls and then blocking the door and taking out the guys
i ran down the hallway and ran out the front door and took the teacher's car and got on the road
waiting for the sound of police at a red light stopped to reload
but all this was back during the time when i was known as Renegade
and that concludes the story of how i ended the third grade
then fourth grade had the reputation of takin out the teachers
going on to fifth grade they knew that i was the person who would decapitate the preachers
sixth grade i tried to lay low, i got the urges so i tried to say no
i started investin in weapons of mass destruction with my lunch money just watch the change go
seventh grade i had a fully functional bomb and i was ready to get the school
when i had a feeling of regret when i didn't get to shove my teacher head first into the school swimming pool
eigth grade i snuck up on my teacher with a japanese sword and i got mase sprayed
i swung the sword and at the back of her knees and on the ground her face layed
i dragged her to the swimming pool when i noticed the swim team and decided to blow off steam
so i blew them all up and burned them down to ashes with a homeade laser beam
i shoved the teachers face in the water loaded full of chlorine
i did all this when i was to the top high i could be off of morphine
then i finally got ready to use the bomb when i realised i was almost outta time
the school day was pretty much completly over so i ran to the ladder on the side of the school and started to climb
i stood at the top on the roof with my finger on the button ready to make an explosion
everybody was already gone on the bus they saw me on top with the bomb i was exposed and i knew that my time to destroy the school was closin
i ran home and just grabbed my gun got ready to go back to school and do like third grade
held it to the hottest girl in school's head before hand just to force her to get me laid
still got 3 years leftin the buildin i'm bound destroy
i been killing educators ever since i was a little boy

~hook~
As you sleep ur awoken form nocturnal nightmares...
I.S has borught out your worste fears...
When you go sleep make sure the lights on and ur in the clear...
Cuz in the dark no souls will be spared....

Incription :As I walk in the shadow of death...I take parts of your life till there is nuttin left...
Now I've been know to be satian...Instead of a woom in a pool of blood i was made in....
Teacher called me a bad seed....So i took a ruler and stapped her to watch her bleed....
Im crazy its already been said...By 3rd grade as i walked had grown men fleed...
I was never taken as the silent type...My soul said i was in dire need of help....
I jus sit in the shadows where there no lights...Knife in hand wait for the right time...
A Lil Mike Myers...Inside me so the demon presires...
Like a pryo manic i set fires....
Trust me there aint no reason for weed...Ill be ur gate way drug lite up till ya bleed....
I was so crazy to keep me from the real world in highschool i failed a grade.....
To bad they couldnt stop me from meetin my partner in crime renegade...
Now It's Bombs Hit ya car...Niggaz get prepared dis an all out war...
Im laughing as Your Spins bends....Your scream but its hard to talk as ur mind bends....
Been know to shatter dreams....Know to rearage peoples kneck to der feet...
Like Mike imma smooth crimal....I fuck wit them mentaly and physical...
Niggaz dont see the killa in me....

~hook~
As you sleep ur awoken form nocturnal nightmares...
I.S has borught out your worste fears...
When you go sleep make sure the lights on and ur in the clear...
Cuz in the dark no souls will be spared....

Tbone :ill kill the state criminals, thrill emcees with eight syllables, and chill poloticians with words to take literal
ill drill and fake subliminals, take pills than your straight billable, im ill i grill insane and i cross the fate littoral
they say my lyrics should pipe down, they say i rap and swipe crowns, take them put them on and create the hype towns
when i have my gun i have a ripe frown, with these beats and sick type sounds, bad news boy bands i wipe clowns
The Bull Shit Boyz and N'Stinks are gonna get taken out, concerts i leave there shaken shouts, and have them makin pouts
when its day they get awaken doubts, music and life are forsaken routes, when i spit they make mistaken sprouts
TAB had an X and X marks the spot, we killed them IS goes and sparks it hot, the chest is there but IS parks the shot
T-Bone Incript and Big M this trio starts the plot, we make hearts go rot, we stand you come we bang the charts and squat
to get at you cuz your so small, no time, cant breach this whole wall of prime, we rap and make you fall in grime
to us your a baby well....you cant crawl and climb, you have to learn to drawl these rhymes, but we'll learn more and maul these lines
you hear us and we take all your dimes, we the Cape Crusaders come and brawl with crimes, commit them but o well it stalls your minds
we come n murder, and thrall your kind, even though we scrawl when blind, made blind not literally we can still write good and dont bawl when signed
you look at us your starin at the face of adversiy, every song is one more trace of diversity, we could change go suicidal and place a hearse plea
screw Renegade there inna race to nurse me, one thing....all the brace is my verse B, not yours now i see all this chase to terse glee
you hear me you hear a talk of danger, Incript has a lock on anger, and Big M is a one man flock of stranger
they say im so bad im the glock arranger, go up and knock the drug and crock exchanger, my rhymes lock and endanger
our crew makes you lose and tumble, open up an old bruise and rumble, we get the ball and your old news you fumble
we pick it up you battle us you choose to stumble, you break my fuse and crumble, your so broken you cant even cruise and bumble
your inna wheelchair life is a torn violation, your so crumpled you have born desperation, to not have worn inspiration
but no we ruined you with our sworn motivation, we rebel and mourn expectation, go beyond with adorn preperation
when we spit a line its a grand warning, its ur funeral and no ones there to stand mourning, we be killin night and morning
we step then its like the new badlands forming, a new level of devil with commands storming, cant beat us IS brand swarming
ok yall im done all i want is to cease with an encore, make yall careers decrease...wash on shore, no more peace or galore
im sick of all the shit to release and ignore, its time to stop the peace caprice.......make it hardcore, the good is no longer obese its all gore
I.S. we kill and again get caught in the mix of action, we so good we get all the chicks attraction, cuz our ill rhymes are like tricks of magic
one of us gets six distractions, violence is the new sixth of a fraction, of this world so pay attention cuz the rest of this song is ill but heavy bricks of tragic

~hook~
As you sleep ur awoken form nocturnal nightmares...
I.S has borught out your worste fears...
When you go sleep make sure the lights on and ur in the clear...
Cuz in the dark no souls will be spared....

*snap* Wake Up The Shit You Ganna Dream Bout Might Make It hard To Smile In The Future.....Like I.S given you Nocturnal Nightmares
You Ready?!?!?!?!?!?

by **Coccoa** » Oct 5th, '05, 13:14

Sounds like a wannabe eminem.

by **eminemcaparica** » Oct 5th, '05, 13:59

Em_Young wrote:Sounds like a wannabe eminem.

c'mon bro, don't hate, give him propz cus damn, it is some good rimes.

good one newbie

by **j_shady** » Oct 5th, '05, 16:14

keep doin yo thing man, dont let anybody knock down your creativity, use it as fuel to keep goin

by **Coccoa** » Oct 5th, '05, 17:25

People...it's a test. You never give too much propz. You always cut some. Not some actually, alot. If you keep saying "propz, it's good" and shit, he ll never move to the next level. He will never evolute.

by **TRshady** » Oct 6th, '05, 00:40

^ True but at the same time immediatly putting down well written lyrics is not gonna help him much. Give feedback to improve, but at the same time give credit where due bro.

Nice one Renegade

by **Renegade** » Oct 6th, '05, 02:11

don't say anything about Em_Young, he was just stating his opinion

by **Coccoa** » Oct 6th, '05, 13:38

The problem aint that. You see today, you can't just do your thing. No no no no. No matter what you do, you'se a wannabe immediately. Examples:

Gangsta/Pimp style: No way man, Dre did it, Snoop did it, 50 did it. If you do it too, you're a wannabe gangsta.

Diss/Humor/Thug mix: Hell no, what are you? Eminem wannabe? Do something your own.

Controversial/Thuggish lyrics: What the fuck, you are imitating Tupac?

There is nothing left. No matter what you do, you get the "wannabe" label. Ok so what? Tupac was talking about violence and political/cultural discriminations. So that mean i cant talk about it? So yeah, 50 does pimp and gangsta shit all the time. But noooooooo i cant say the same, as if i am unable of packing a 9mill. Hell no.

Damn.

by **TRshady** » Oct 6th, '05, 17:10

Nas said it way back with the 'No idea is original .. everything under the sun' and so on. What keeps things going is people doing things in their own way, times change and so will people. I understand where your coming from with the wannabe label but I'd say there is a big difference to being yourself and trying to be someone else.

More often then not, those being themselve can't help but sound like Pac, and if that is the case, then so be it.

by **Coccoa** » Oct 6th, '05, 18:14

Man i dunno, i am myself and i dont sound like Pac :P Lol anyways. Fuck it. Do your thing boi, i aint mad at cha.

by **HAYZI** » Oct 6th, '05, 20:12

look this isnt beef but what you said has nothin to do what you said before and you yourself just labelled him a wannabe eminem.
and i heard your freestyle and you sound quite a lot like your tryin to sound like tupac

and as long as your doin your own thing and not (deliberately) imitatin anyone else, no one can say shit to you

by **Coccoa** » Oct 6th, '05, 21:35

So u dont take shots at me huh?

I hold no big respect for Pac therefore i dont wanna imitate him, if there is one person i wanna sound like, it's Eazy, and i tried it a few times and my voice is actually fittin quite well. In any case, i do my thang, you do your thang, he does his thang, and you dont take shots at me.

by **eminemcaparica** » Oct 6th, '05, 23:02

Em_Young wrote:So u dont take shots at me huh?

I hold no big respect for Pac therefore i dont wanna imitate him, if there is one person i wanna sound like, it's Eazy, and i tried it a few times and my voice is actually fittin quite well. In any case, i do my thang, you do your thang, he does his thang, and you dont take shots at me.

you are cool kid don't worry.
peace

by **Coccoa** » Oct 7th, '05, 11:41

I am cool man. Hayzi just bragging

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