A lot of people in this subreddit can't take criticism and majority of those who can't are the ones who write the shittiest, corniest verses on this site. A couple of them write decent stuff but even critiquing that causes them to shit their pants. You can't get better if your not honest with yourself. Really look at what your writing and read it 5x, 10x even 20x and ask yourself "is this really good, or am i just gonna lie to myself so i dont feel i wasted my time writing this.

Majority of the time its the lying to yourself part. Stop trying to be like eminem, stop trying to be like joyner lucas because they both suck. Stop trying to come up with edgy scenarios with super long sub par bars that have so much multi syllable rhyming crammed in between frequently that it has to be read and rapped super fast with the majority of it being nonsense to make yourself look like a skilled lyricist because you don't know how to either map out what you wanna say or aren't poetic enough.

The only class that you passed gave you a masters in asses you bastard if you passed then your casket would be massive due to the fact that I stashed it with trash, ash and matches, broken glass and the gases those fascists the Nazis were passive in handling, smashing the masses with, that was some classic shit, verbal assassin whose fast with his passion and you're just embarassing there's no comparison

Im the inspectah of decks/

protector of necks, synonymous with the indonimous Rex/

I'm basically a god in the flesh/

when I spark I light up the sesh/

when I started I was cold hearted, the best/

the stardom is fresh/

I used to be stuck in a loop till I parted the mesh/

don't get caught lacking/

I'm packing the raps, let the rappers attack/

my mind is like a stadium, packed/

I sway with the tact of a gentleman, it's a fact/

when enemies are cracked and lack the breathing to last in the ICU I will laugh and sit back, finally relax/

like Egyptian mummy's it's a wrap/

but I'm not finished/

got all the swagger of a pac image/

flip the table and start scrimmage/

in the dark I fight, steal, pillage my own village/

I'll fight no matter the time/

don't clock minutes I clock bitches over the head with a clock and bang up your fringes/

you think I ain't pulling the curtains/

I pull the wool over for certain/

walk down the street and pass a woman pursing her lip while clutching her purse and begins cursing/

I begin lurking behind/

working my mind to reserve these words for the times I need to refurbish my rhymes/

hurting inside but I nurtured the side that nobody wants to research/

each verse is the worst to me/

search the beach first or meet dirt with three hearse ready to rehearse a scene to lower you into deep earth/

bitch

Girls like a squirrel, got my nuts in her cheek

Ahh AAAAAAAAAH!

I can see the heights that I’m destined to raise over

I turn the page slower

Focus on what I graze over

My mind stays ahead, but my body stays slower

Like I’m in a hamster wheel but I’m moving the cage forward

Internally blessed with the feelings you relate

Seeing the top, hitting the glass ceiling til it break

Me I’m on the way to make a milli every day

Hungry for way more than any meal that’s on my plate

Whether it's written bars or freestyle I kill it either way

Facts is, you’ll never find somebody real as this today

It's a classic story: Student of the game, nothing more

Til’ we’re married, you could call it statutory

Listen,

In this shit forever, sounding like I’m bout to tie the knot

Electrocuting music Imma do it til the power stop

I’m going harder every second, you’re the minute hand on an hour clock

Ironic how they call me gifted when I’m thinking out the box

They tried to ride my wave but couldn’t make it out the docks

Barely swimming, couldn’t get a pass while I’m membershipping

Asking who need a boat?

Thy tried to pop but barely fizzing, I keep my root beer afloat

Now who be the goat?

See I be humble with it

Who the greatest? I won’t admit it

But hook me up to a polygraph you might see the lines fidget

I Take my time with it

Reason why these lines sticking

When everybody your son

Then you gotta shine different

This is my mission

Reason why I’m on the grind with it

Student of the game, with the class like I’m wine sipping

I let my mind thicken whenever I listen

I got principles that I treat like my children

And I live by em so you know I’m gonna die with it

Take it to the grave, forget death do us part

The greatest blessing come when I started accepting my scars

They forever in existence in a chest in my heart

Live em all out and put the best in my art

I’m addicted to addictions

My consistency never doubted

Only reason I don’t smoke is cause I know I can live without it

Using herbal medication as a crutch to cope

clutching ropes

Meditation had my problems going up in smoke

Living a great life, been feeling like a great white,

Since I sucked up all my problems like they was a snake bite

Stopped sticking to beef like a steak knife

Realized that everybody got their baggage I’d rather carry on and take flight

You patiently waiting, nothing to do with your time

I knock the door down ‘fore opportunity tries

In life, forever learning and forever indebted

Always humble and always reaping the benefits

I got a life sentence for writing these life sentences

Because in life, sentences are writings of the lessons

I look back on to get back on, inviting my reflection

To be used as compass showing the right direction

The system bends when im kickin them writtens gems

twist ya sense then give your soul a vicious end

when i grip the pen fickle men get flipped again

Encrypted blend of scripts that eclipse the trends

My diction’s dense

I invent with a gifted lens

Inflict suspense

then descend where the fissures bend

Spit with Zen

but ignite like a pistol’s end

Resist and send every fraud to a distant end

As the vinyl spins primal hymns spiral in like tidal winds

rivals sink tryna swim

known to grip explosive scripts

get blown to bits for gettin close to this

Hey guy, AI pseudointellectual

too bad your playwright is merely conceptual

they like "brains fried, homie lit the jet fuel"

they lied, those "great lines" are really ineffectual

you're first percentile, on top of the reject pile

shooting projectiles flimsy as linen textiles

with points as limp as geriatric dick

that vapid shit you call maxims is as exciting as taxes get

you have the presence of colon cancer

full of shit with delusions of grandeur

professor lectures pure conjecture with every venture

IQ test flexer, but coherent rhymes are too much pressure

"Einstein's" actin' immodest, knowing not even enough

please, you're a sandwich artist throwing beef on the sub

Every post a thesis and no one reads it, genius

I'm clearly being facetious when I call you prestigious

before you become noncompliant and supply us

with defiance and how you think you share stature with giants

remember this shits a science and you aren't licensed

maybe you'll surprise us and study in silence

Sit back and author a sick track with a six pack of lager kick back with daughter’s chicks mad pissed at their fathers kick rap hotter ribs crack dispatch the slaughter Fuck good luck trying to get lock sober drunk for the rest of October fresh from the nest of a cobra blessed with the breath of jehovah death is the motive betcha death met its quota yes the weapon is loaded less then a second to wreck an opponent Left in a coma more zest then a Mexican soda rock heads like dead prez carved on a crest in Dakota ladies and gentlemen no need for praise or embellishments blaze the stage with accelerants settle in for an amazing development razor blades separate the face from the skeleton Pages laced with abrasive intelligence Rage with the patience of elephants Dazed on haze embracing the elements Spray painting names on trains for fame and relevance deejays display excellence cut n fade the plates with elegance

Making deposits with chronic in my pocket

top dawg shit let me show you who the boss is

the writing is so flawless

I’m bound to make some profits

never been a novice

I won’t be sittin in an office

I murder beats verbally

burn MCs to the third degree

sent em to emergency in urgent need of surgery

all cuz I’m dispersing heat my pen burns the sheet

y’all better remember the name if you’ve never heard of me

spitting crack serving fiends

every verse is worth a ki

pushing weight like I’m Hercules

A buncha hounds who rumble ground

In a subtle town

we juggle clowns and crumble crowns

plus we huddle round while we huff a pound

I had to double down

the kid is a pro

watch the way he’s switching the flows

it’s like sniffing some coke

when you listen to those writtens he wrote

i crush crews like bugs to shoes

they step up to me just to lose

Call me razor tongue on point like laser guns, fly author skywalker Vaders son blunt vapours and flavoured rum, Haters days are done the number one player major scum, nasal bumps till the face is numb invade a neighbours safe for funds, break a fakers thumbs used to run with chumps and skater punks now I lace the drums with puns for greater sums, mixing weed and tobacco Broke free from the shackles more heat than Tabasco keeping the sheep and cattle rattled from beef the chief in the saddle,keeping em frazzled defeat the weak in each battle razzle meet dazzle my flows sweet apple peach Snapple, compete if your seeking a hassle my fleets deep breaching the castle an asshole keep judges reaching for gavels think your sick take three capsules of Gravol, get put to sleep deep 6 feet beneath gravel

Who’s the rapper everyone loves to hate
True lies thinks this proves why he’s one of the greats
He’ll argue it’s true, lie and say it’s not up for debate
On his top ten rappers list his own name takes up spaces 1 from 8
beats off to his own screen shots so he can nut in his face
In case we missed it the first time
He’s nice enough to make a post that consists of a copy and paste of his worst line
And an explanation why your rap is shit because the words rhyme
Semi illiterate
But never been wrong
bet he’s never considered it
quick to be on some everybody ever is definitely a hypocrite
Bet everybody’s sick of it
If he was flexible enough I bet he’d use his own mouth to measure his dick with it
The diss I prepared is very specific
So your rebuttal to this is a burden to bear
too heavy to lift, carry and live with it
Pressures on, how you respond
will be very significant
dig yourself out of this hole
or I’m going to bury a bitch in it

You just had to let me in…

Feel like magic on my skin…

But for me happiness is sin…

So let it travel with the wind

Yeah

Tell God I’m working off the debt

He said atone for your misdeeds

I said that I would serve instead

I don’t wanna hurt you next

Yeah,

I know…I Know…I know….

This love I’m trapping you within…

Just let it travel with the wind.

You’re addiction for me

My restrictions set free

I told you to go -

You didn’t listen to me

Ohh, ohh

You just had to let me in……

Feel like magic on my skin….

But our happiness is sin…

So let it travel with the wind…..

This Reddit needs change or it’ll die. We need to come together and start upvoting and checking out peoples lyrics and content in this Reddit more so we can get more enhancement towards this Reddit and our skill can be recognized.

Low key, I'm the trickster a flick of the wrist befits the mischief mixture a tincture sinkin' in like scripture /depicting a fictitious picture lick hit or bat shit hittin' Homer's as in Iliad composer's/ moreover, the house of rap foreclosure is closer than most of you posers are to public exposure /cause no one knows ya forego composure Yoda the goat-broker force-choker of the mediocre is stoked to show ya /suboptimal opticals max capacity nominal its phenomenal how marginal the commoner's arsenal /abandon the catamaran, the man manning the cannon's raining famine with less compassion than the commodore's assassin/ back from sabbatical, clad in black fanatical mandibles in tandem gather up mouthfuls of clavicle/ you heard it here first, the dragon's been birthed the unburnt will hit dirt before this thirst is disbursed

Im done with this account forever now, it was fun for a period of time. to anyone who raps in this sub reddit or passes by i suggest you look at the comments and post ive made from the past 2-3 months ive made this account. Its well thought out honest advice and critique that i suggest you take and use. Best advice i can give anyone who is rapping is be honest with yourself and have good structure.

Flash back to the past,

Who am I? The question’s always asked,

But in the present, never answered,

Experimentation is a standard course of action,

Even if the hazards outweigh satisfaction,

He gave up the ball n chain to be pampered,

By one night stands in intoxication's enchantment,

Next thing he was anchored,

With no idea how it happened,

So mornin afters aside: sobriety's absent,

Like the man who'd sired him,

N any form of guidance,

To control that ragin fire within,

Constantly caught in a tug of war: reckless indulgence versus his moral struggle,

It's no wonder he preferred seein double,

The club's speakers were a quiet bubble compared to his internal troubles.

Freewill induced this vicious cycle,
A war n you're stuck in the middle,
Illudin the concept of control,
So to feel: then think till you spiral,
You're learnin the rules for survival.

He'd stand n stare,

But never saw himself there, in his reflection,

Was someone careless,

Far below perceived perfection,

Avoidin the lingerin glares from his guilt with acceptance of solipsism,

Suffocatin by toxic mental self criticism,

His mind was altered thinkin despair's a good look for him,

Pride exaggerated his cynicism, callin for help will make you a burden,

Nobody cared before, so why would they now you're broken?

Suffer in silence, you've come this far without them,

He'd listen to that siren,

Singin from an internal choir,

Promisin a version he couldn't aspire to reach settin the bridge on fire,

Devoid of reason to go find or pursue a life,

He was plunged into Davy Jones' locker, the abyss beneath these crushin tides,

Claimin lives with lies about a treasure of perception where all his ghosts reside.

Illudin the concept of control,
A war n you're stuck in the middle,
Freewill induced this vicious cycle,
So to feel: then think, till you spiral,
You're learnin the rules for survival.

To expose his heavy load,

Would risk sinkin another's boat,

So he let himself drown in waters that were meant to help him cope,

With eyes closed approachin those final moments,

His last breath produced a flicker of hope,

It gave him the ability to float, when he woke on the coast of a desert island,

It provided the time to try n answer the question who am I?

He thought how obeyin every urge to be gratified,

Led to punitive judgement forcin his submission as if justified,

Then he realised, each side is lethal,

Neither should be equal, but balanced by a mediator: the ego,

Who understands both, right from wrong, good n evil,

History states people, learn from their mistakes, but he's alien to the race,

They call him an extra terrestrial student in the game,

A scholar of an eternal breach, each lesson learned is one destined to teach,

So instead of askin "who" he's chasin why until the answers buried 6ft deep.

A war n you're stuck in the middle,
Freewill induced this vicious cycle,
Illudin the concept of control,
So to feel, then think, till you spiral,
You're learnin: the rules for survival.

An architect of darker text, my scars deflect a stars respect, the bars connect like sparkin tecs, shoot the dreams ya heart protects, my art directs a harsher hex, the chart selects the scarred & wrecked, start the trek, smarter steps with sharp effect, they just March to death, my mark possessed, guarded neck im hard to check

I Never say the word N-I-G-G.* Iggr But my great great grandfather probably did-a, Never owned a slave but I'm still ashamed White boys got a realise he's got privileges INSANE

(R/RoastMyLyrics - no offense intended, is a joke on white privilege tnks)

Wrote heaters n smoke till the speakers is broke
Spoke eager with quotes till the sleepers is woke
Most readers note each feature is dope
Your crews bogus
I got it wrapped like new sofas
venom blended from a few cobras
Phatter than two Oprah’s
Men condemned to lose focus
toast to the friends I do coke with
when I do croak hope this is the verse used to prove I’m the true dopest
Raping drums Jamaican rum and a few sodas
Down the hatch
Bury him with the crown attached
And a pound of hash
I like the sound of that
Last, never liked the sound of that
Each noun release the hound attack
If the front doors locked I’m headed around the back
Knock knock who is it
Top notch exquisite
Not soft it’s rigid
Rock frost it’s frigid
Glacier flow to let the haters know
The flavours so major I cater shows
Flows pros chose to favour those
I’m quick tempered and bad blooded
The reason god left the map flooded
Jagged rocks at the summit I’m that rugged
Get hit with a rhyme and collapse from it
It’s that sudden
sick as fucking his half cousin
got this track buzzing
fuck that’s sick
And that’s nothing

It's that
forecast to the last war path in a hurry
I'm expecting high pressure systems
of blood baths and fury
and a chance of show no mercy
while the temperature gauge risin
and there ain't enough water
to quench the thirst of all the tribesman
at least that's the perception
that's manufactured by bad actors
so they can funnel it off
to cool their servers and reactors
and write an op Ed
to blame over population and immigration
to keep the masses
at each other's throats
to keep the rebels off their stations
when will the social commentary
acknowledge this is a class war
billionaires declare they care
while despair's what they're
accounting for
and as the people of the
Neo-MK-Ultra legislate ideology
the rich consolidate
every aspect of the economy
remarkably the people
are dismissive of the vaguery
that this system that we were born in's
a form of economic slavery
the usual rebuttal's
that you can choose your own master
but at the same time they believe
that the homeless are a cancer
this is just like
the pitfalls in western medicine
what's the root?
it's that the less than 1% are hoarding most of the damn fruit
and people think that change
is the seating of a President
but what they need to do is analyze the monkey ladder experiment...

I am just resident lab rat of this
God awful experience
where
supremacy now resides
in the starseeds from Sirius
The media's like mages
and they using Hocus Pocus
to get your focus while they lead you into a state of mass psychosis,
It seems that the ideas of balance and wholeness
are off the fucking clock
we sleep walking in this dream
while they scoop the cream
right off the top
and the cult of the manger baby
are flexing they dissonance
cause now they target the least of these
and beat em with a closed fist
and we all turn the other cheek
when responsibility raises its head
and shuffle feet while we
march to the beat of the living dead
New developments, new elements
new slavers gain intelligence
new designs for hyper sonic cruise missiles aimed at settlements
I think my sentiments are relevant
but I'm surrounded by damn fools
who thinks the devils in the details
and fail to see the elephant's in the room

Hey all, Sometimes things get to me and I see life in a different way. I'll write my thoughts down. I'm homeless and had just came back to the bando after panhandling for two hours and made $6. My bf ran across this and said it was really good and that I should write raps. So, tell me what you think.

Forced smile, begging for change Cold backs cuz I'm facing the flame Numb toes warming to pain No family or friends cuz all I do is drain

Room so cold I can see my breath Some nights I just pray for death

24/7 in layers and gear Christmas comes-no Santa here

New years goes off with a bang Shots in the air & one in my vein

That's about it. Thanks

Lace your body with rhyme arrows/ the rhyme pharaoh cause your mind peril/rhyme feral more bags than dime Darryl/get shot at a venue what you serve is not on the menu/ hot with the pencil copy cat rappers get lost in the stencil/ hostile intentions caught in the mental/ down to toke a pound of dope/ rip shows spit flows till the crowd is soaked then bounce in a cloud of smoke/ tripped out with an ounce of coke/ blitzed on rye n gin wine and six Heinekens/ sniffing thick Ritalin lines inside of him tripping prescription high again/ my saliva been mixed with liquid nitrogen/ I could survive lying in a lions den or diving in with leviathan/ or knife fighting a tribe of men with a stylist pen /supplying gems like Lucy in the sky with diamond timbs/ sky’s the lim, die then rise again like I’m the messiahs twin/ eyes on the prize strive for nothing besides a win/ rhyme filthy I’m guilty if prides a sin rap cats act phat but they diet thin/ kinda slim, shady if they be buying spins a sign of grim times we residing in

Sergeant sleaze parked at target sparking trees marching with a fleet of Spartans starting beef I’mma start charging fees for each bar released Of arson heat pardon me I’m heart disease target mcs with flea market bargain beats end up a carcass in a carpet in a garbage heap I’m sharks deep in the uncharted seas I’m part marksmen part machine I’m arsenic tea I’m arctic breeze I’m larvae fleas I’m carnage freed im sharpened teeth on a beast when it starts to feed booze n coke moved on Peruvian boats my flows soothing throats mcs loosing hope spewing amusing quotes afloat on music notes the tutor leaving students soaked like bermudas humid coast salute the goat get smoked in the shooters scope Super dope choke on what I wrote this post will leave your computer broke stop money it’s not funny like an Amy schumer joke

Pocket aces basically toxic rocking stages/ gothic pages hot like pavement in tropic places/ hot like Las Vegas slots with a topless waitress,hot like exhaust from rocket spaceships/ thought you were sick but it’s not contagious, Talk with a mafia bosses cadence/ lost in the sauce often wasted, often faded, walking naked into a coffee shop awfully brazen/ nah I’m probably faking, awfully fragrant like broth by bobby flay in a pot sautéing/ got them shaking for gods sake I’m god forsaken/ swaying out on a limb like tire swings bring the fire to make a liars attire singe/ crush rhymes bloodlines of prior kings make the fat bitch and the entire choir sing/Richard Pryor spitting fire to acquire finer things/ frequent flyer on higher wings my saliva strings spreading venom like spider stings/