Epiphany's Notebook

[Solace]

I'll edit with shit that I think of. Reword them later and i got lines for a verse. Therell obviously be many edits since I add some whenever I think of one.

Running in churches, pointing Beretta's, Ak's and Mac's at nuns,
dont matter who you shoot as long as you get the funds

Flipping them adverbs and multies right in front of you,
For you to figure them out might take you a month or two,
So what you running from, I gotta couple guns and booze,
Get ready to see punches from my knuckles, laying on my mouth, they're stuck like glue

Ak's, Berretas, Colts and Eagles,
You be staring right at em as if they was a peep hole

Your so sick then why you got no fans,
your so shitty a toilet wouldnt go near your fatass.

I wont lie, im gunna screw with your mama,
As bad as John McCain got screwed by Obama.

You say you got a gun, you gunna send me to heaven?
Im outmatched, my microphones my weapon,
But even if you had a gun you dont got the balls to push a trigger,
In fact its probably still unloaded, while your head just gets thicker and thicker,
And all you can see is me getting bigger and bigger,
While you get bigger over Cheetos, snickers and liquor,
You just waste away, well a person with your "talent" it figures...

Epiphanys like this, Epiphanys like that,
Yo get off my dick, we already know im aint wack.

Wacking both you and your bitch so hard,
You getting crippled, and fighting back like a retard.

You getting beat, like im your dad and your ya mom,
bitch whatd you say to me? "HONEY STAY CALM!"

Seriously, come on man, why you even rapping?
You gunna get broken as if you were just plastic.

Say i aint sick? Man, you know I'm the bomb,
Im be blowing up like Americans in Vietnam.

Lyrically getting disgraced, realistically replaced,
You got 1 fan, paparozzi? You aint getting chased.


Like 2Pac said, i hope you die slow,
You getting aids anyways from your bi hoes.

Your shit is wack, ive noticed you cant spit,
Thats probably the reason why you swallow dick.

Your shit is wack, I've noticed you can't spit,
That's probably the reason why you swallow, eh bitch?

You getting all the girls, obviously not for looks,
You look like a burn victim, face all cooked.

Chasing me man, I'm sure your full of sweat,
This the only time your dick will ever get wet.

I don't know why im dissing you, you aint worth the trouble,
You used to ride my dick, as if I had double (haha).

Me and Ice Killa ripping up this shit through our flows and punches,
We'll bully you like taking your money and eating your lunches

Your raps, all wack, you sound like your crippled,
Ain't gunna say you got no balls, in fact you got triple,
Saying "Yo dawg, let me slap you with a gat"
Rhymes so corny they resurrected Bernie Mac.

Those rhymes just crashed like an Asian driving,
You went straight down as if you were stage diving,
Lyrical miracle? Don't flatter your self,
Come and battle me, let me shatter your health.

Listen to your songs, even your best track,
That shit was garbage, less than 1 tenth of Fack.
In a fight, I just straight up smash you,
I dont kill you, cause i dont have to,
I dont need guns, my words are my weapons,
1 punchline from me and youll be sent to heaven.

Did a train or a truck run over your face?
I cant take this, GIRL spray me with that mace!

Your style and talk are as fake as Tina's tits,
Wack shit comes out your mouth when you spit,
So you say youd lick a shot for your friend,
Well then lemme shoot that bitch and make your life end.

You call yourself a rapper? You ain't close to an MC,
In a battle with a 4 year old you be screaming "Help Me!"
While I sit there laughing your rhymes turn into debris,
While you just stand here getting burned to the third degree.

You gunna get my mom, lay her on your bed?
Fuck you bitch, at least my mom ain't dead.

Most of you bitches, like to talk the talk,
But none of you got the balls to walk the walk.

Like to talk shit, then hate on people who do,
im a hypocrite, but then again..so are you.

ill flip rhymes on you like your mom flips burgers,
that line right there it brought you your murder,

theres a thing in life, which men call a wife,
and it's sad to say, yours happened to die last night.

I don't fuck hoes, I've only fucked one,
That ones the one which you call mom.

Even if I was a toilet you couldn't get shit on me,

Acting so tough, you cant even reach me,
You're a midget, calling me immature, why dont you teach me,
How to act all grown up like you,
14 going on 4, you're 3 Foot 2,
man, but dont focus on growing your legs,
you need some balls too, they're probably just chicken eggs.

Wow man, you actually call a diss?
Seemed more like biting and bullshit.

To be honest, I ain't mad about you hating my diss tracks,
I know, they're sick, and all you come out with is wack rap.

My shits so sick, it needs a medic,
Saying that to yours I gotta say is pathetic.

Youll get fucked up, messing with me,
You better duck, cause Id get an A if your just testing me.

You say you aint gay, you dont bend that way,
But you probably twist, bisexuals dont count as gays

Go on its okay, fuck my girlfriend,
Ill be fucking the groupies, I dont lie, dont pretend,
im all good and safe, cause i will cheat,
and if the girl dont like that she better get ready for a beat.

Respect and me go together like Beavis and Butthead,
Always together, never leaving, always one step ahead.

Half of my rhymes are stuff youll hate
the other half so tight, youll suffocate
half of its ill, devestating and seriously sick
the other half is dull and full of shit

fly like a bird, shit on everyone whos under
my voice isnt just music, its also called thunder

I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less,
Give me a chick that looks like a man, with a flat chest.

I'll have a bottle of aspirins, fuck the pills,
I'll devour the bottle, now I got to be ill.

AIDS, HIV, man any STD will do,
That;s the only way Lil Wayne could be ill, you aint got a clue.

Many people hate me, but I don't blame 'em,
I've been hated ever since day one.

helter skelter, destroy the protector,
Fuck God, I wanna be director,
Seeing things going out my mind,
Spectres out of no where, I feel like crying.

ParaLeL flips your life up and down,
Just like I flip the rhymes, like balls and a clown.

Im sicker than a combination of Slim Shady and LL Cool J,
Fuck it, im sicker than them even if they had AIDS.

Get angry for no reason,
It all starts up with people joking and teasing,
Now they're dead, and killing them was pleasing,
I killed my own mother, you can call that treason!

Head is aching, back is breaking,
Happiness is what I've been faking,
Need to stop, slow down, think of what to do,
take a deep breathe before yelling Shit this bitch is frontin you!
Sluts i spew, cunts i do,
Words i use, to kill jokes like you,
crackwhores like you.

Whats the deal with all the shit around me,
most of it is dull and cant astound me

Surrounded, feeling like im just gunna choke,
im nothing really special im just another old joke

I look at the crowd, Im so ready to please,
But words dont come out my mouth, I can barely breath,
I'm surrounded, people yelling CHOKE,
Fucking ashamed, Im just another joke.

I don't try to act cocky, it came to me from birth,
meeting my family was a bitch, and then it had to get worse.

My infatuation with this Magnum, gives me discrimination,
and my patience for others is wasting away,
trying procrastination but it just wont stay,
so the way I play is full of tricks; its dirty,
And in the end all these pricks will end up hurting.

Eminem's having a relapse while Im OD'ing,
The heat and pressure, and it burns when Im peeing,
burns like my rhymes when im emceeing,
I don't sell smack but lyricism is what im dealing.

Just cold like ice, but hot like spice,
Fly in a fight, killin people in the night,
Go slowly, swiftly, then get out that chainsaw,
I'm causing a disturbance, well lemme blow your brains out!
Let the old people get their canes out, and wack me,
just like your rhymes, skill is what your lacking, and how to write a line,
but that's fine, and i bet you wouldn't mind, droppin that dime,
cause your a snitch, a bitch, and ya girl's an ugly witch,
sit back, relax, as you watch these rhymes get flipped,
so tight you'll pass out, get your ass out,
before you get pummeled, bitch, be fast now!

My rhymes so sick they need a fucking medic,
Saying that to yours i got to say's pathetic,
if those lines hurt you then pussy just let it,
i couldnt care less just be hurt,
pathetic piece of garbage, im gunna make you eat dirt.

cant be more iller even if i was infected with aids

I get angered, without a reason,
Kill a man, store him up, and eat him next season.

I cant believe how life goes by fast,
Almost in highschool, feels like the present is actually the past.

Song Names
Some of these I have planned out already, and i just need time to write it/fix up some lines. I just needa record the skits. And the ones with "/" beside, is that it might be the other name, im not sure yet.

Epiphany's Tape
1. Intro (Feat. Ice Killa)
2. Going Crazy
3. Just Epiphany
4. Burn You Down (Feat. Ice Killa)
5. Blood & Gore
6. Make It To The Top
7. Outro (Feat. Ice Killa)

Epiphany Demo Tape 2 (after The Tapes which i am going to start recording around the end of November)
1. Intro
2. Outnumbered
3. Simon Says/Follow Me
4. Ice Killa (Skit)
5. No Rules/High/Clubs
6. Tea Party (Skit)
7. Time For Insanity
8. Loser
9. Outro

Other Songs

Lonely Day
Halloween Gangsters (Feat. Ice Killa < not sure)
Karma
All I See
Breakdown
Cruelty
Serious Aside

[Steve Spag]

Haha, thats funny man, that stuff reminds me of my shit when I first started writting. I see your potential man, don't think it goes un-noticed.


Check out my new peice "Keep Buildin'" when you get a chance, and let me know what ya' think too.

[Solace]

thanks, appreciate it. Ill definately check it out, dont worry. You, and Toy Soldier are pretty much the only people i always read.

[Urban Punk]

I liked it! Especially the first 4 line's, kinda reminds me of something I wrote a while back. Keep it up bro

[Solace]

I liked it! Especially the first 4 line's, kinda reminds me of something I wrote a while back. Keep it up bro

Okay thanks. maybe later ill type up some of the other rhymes.

[enjinn]

you got a good flow...i see a lot of potential...just work on multies

[Solace]

you got a good flow...i see a lot of potential...just work on multies

thanks a lot

[Kez]

fly like a bird, shit on everyone whos under

The stand-out line for me, that was funny

Rest was kinda typical but definately potential

[Solace]

Thanks a lot Kez. Yeah i liked that line too.

[Solace]

Thought i might bring this up see what people think of it since i added some more lines.

i also put the disses together and the rest just together

[Requiem]

^good lines. all of em were pretty good. there's definitely a few too many words in some lines, but every rapper suffers that problem, including me

ur all over these creative writing threads, we may have to pass that creative writing king crown from Steve Spag, over to u.

or me mwah ha ha ha

[Solace]

lmaooo thanks


hes gunna come back, hes probably just finishing his LP (perfectionist lol).

[Steve Spag]

lmaooo thanks


hes gunna come back, hes probably just finishing his LP (perfectionist lol).

Got that right
lmao.

[Rain Matrix]

the more u write tha better u get... write on friend u got potential

[Solace]

Rain Matrix, thanks a lot, i know your a really good writer so that means a lot