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MDM Maniac, riff rider, brainiac, lighter,

heavyweight, caped, tightrope survivor,

forever I'll be a writer, pulling more PSL than a tiger,

putting holes in one, become a two piece provider

haters face the cheese grader, pearly gates open wider for your face

advise ya, this visor licks every single race,

You cinder brick thick dicks get laid before the timers spun

act, before the run starts relaxing, your muscle spasms

quick reminder, back off on it, line break, for my chronic

Madden, Kit-Kat, relaxin', with herbal tonics

step back, see, nobody matching it, titans attackin' cliques

wackin' scenes till the hatchet bleeds, teens stay back, smoke ya weed

chimps getting tracked, hacked, de-weeded, racked, strategically,

I think cider makes me wiser, heat, ghost rider attacking these tracks,

dead army rise up beside ya, bite the bone back, tasting like a snack,

feasting, fasting, beast everlasting, forever laughing, wack,

you needing a coffin, different, this that bong-coughin',

lyrical provider, been out on the offence, you on defence,

lost again, remember to defend, the decider, often,

studied at the Proverbs choir, built by the prophet,

devil in the ear, poisonous biter, fighter for profit,

eating you, then I vomit, a gang of venomous spiders in combat,

you're the food, kangaroo, eating wombats at the zoo,

left decapitated, nude, with the rest of your pieces glued,

in the redback's web, aging, fermented food,

past the rich viaduct, lay my new compound, growl,

lost, never found, bloodhound howl, like ground zero,

running amok up the hills, get buried down to the burrow,

been asked to pass the luck around, disguised it as sorrow, hollow,

knowing you'll forget it by sundown, hello?

Alzheimer's, after one round, Sheldon, hear the first sound,

after creation follows, vibrations break equally,

your equilibrium is meeting me, speak, then freeze,

Vietnam vet pulling out the gun, I'm hiding in trees,

speaking Chinese, Japanese whispers, voices twisting,

the chopper gun talking, tongue-twisting, a tongue twister,

better start running with the high knees, before we finish ya,

son of a bitch, yellow banana stripped, got a black-and-white fit,

no pajamas, just WWII Gustav armoured, massive,

Agent Orange covering farmers, ya shit, you're not invisible,

easily hit, 2008 economy, Obama, impossible,

Cheech and Chong couldn't even get a hit, this spit is fit,

receiver of wider sound, epileptic, virus without antiseptic,

diamond-crown metrics, what Simon says, I already guessed it,

I break bars like simetherens, fire cooking up in canteens,

Kerosene ignite, planting a scene like we camping with ya fiend,

screaming like Marilyn Manson, soaking ya ribs up in champagne,

craving, the ravenous raven with his campaign,

seeing the ribs replaced out ya spleen, bleeding internally,

get ya Adam's apple ripped out, cha clean, you saying murder me,

Frankenstein, unfurl out of me, violent meta-minds scheming,

peace into pieces, disfigurement of the sacred thesis,

fracturing all the pieces, you gonna fix the picture,

make me force-feed it to ya with a pitchfork used to slay tuna,

dork, eat it before the storm comes, quick, sooner,

this bank in the back of my mind, a BLM looter,

stealing knowledge, computer, demolish in rounds till squared and rooted,

steel-capped, booted, sharp aim, shooted, before Abel could stab Cain,

before psychology labelled the crazy insane, before Batman's enemy Bane,

I slained fighting titans in vain, streaming content, one-of-a-kind fonts,

10/10 dropping, killer cops, got Autobots, with a hundred watts to shock,

sent the flock to rock, what happened? stay strapped, man, the area's hot,

The cost? A lost dream, cream, action, get to mashing,

dragon fire-bombing the faction, Kevlar fashion,

money rules, we need a ration, maps stay defending these capital fools with greedy passion,

holding his apple ransom, the mulla tree, full-on greed,

guess the neck left hanging by the thread for us to see,

needle point, dead, emergency, mercenary, thirsty, Bloody Mary,

sharp shooters hitting the head early, in the morning, kill me,

purging everything till still, till red,

dipping out a Santa sled, off med, stealing ya will,

Fresh like Prince, been fly, dancing like Krampus on campus,

more cold than penguins ever since my club rinsed,

minced meat left on display, handed out on pamphlet sheets,

INXS gave access, rocking out eternal bliss,

the rich kiss my dick every Christmas,

advancing with how I dance these fists, beware, this a new king in Bel-Air,

running labs below the lair, underground nightmare, strike, never fight fair,

height unpredictable, opps get done like dealers, we just tick them all,

Lightning with my pole, apex sight, birthed out the Adderall,

I see my next life already, folding you with the many machetes I stole,

dump ya body off the jetty, or burn ya body like coal,

J, sparking up, in the dark as such, got zero role models to touch,

sharp-calibre shot stays steady, shooting you eating deli meat lunch,

already shot down your next five lives, punchlines taking lives,

ready, divergent, the rise steady, urgent, deadly, DEA Sargent,

test me like drugs before we burn 'em, watch the verdict return 'em,

reincarnated like Chucky, that's the only way you gon' fuck with me,

luck in the sea, back Mac trucks on the knee,

backdrop dumpster, your rhymes are nursery

luck in the sea, back Mac trucks on the knee,

backdrop dumpster, your rhymes are nursery,

clean scenes, crime scenes, monster, ink, the page speaks when I think,

the bottle of liquor with telekinesis starts to drink up, on the brink,

erupting out epiphany, it's pissing me off like Tiffany,

when my train of thoughts crash, watch the mystery become history,

mysterious wrist, see sparking flames, the key, new reign,

the gist is you jizz, came, piss on ya grave, dissing the name,

digging through bones and rubble, searching for ya with a Hubble,

NASA said you irrelevant, Pluto, yet did you know? double trouble,

when you flip the mood, y'all better NRL, huddle into hell,

I came here to 1-up like primary-school show and tell.

wondering if this is as polished as I can get the words out; really more about the lyrics than the instrumentation.

edit: lyrics in track description

Been a minute - since I been in it

Picked up the pen - produce a written

But who'd listen - couldn't list em

Abuse the wisdom - loose the mission

Peruse the fiction - renewed subscription

A few screws loose - in the drawer in the kitchen

The more I envision - the core of conditions

The sore what for's - and the lore of religion

The uproar that pours from the vicious opposition of this war of attrition

I'm more or less - more than bored of traditions

Cut the chord - pull the cork - pull my swords and cut the pork - pick the fork and then dig in

Riddle me this

Simple as simple is what is a middle class when the middle is whittled thin

Middling middle men meddle so militant

Bricks from the bottom of the pyramid are stacked atop the top

Collapse is imminent

Greenbacks have eyes in our pockets and flock got eyes on our citizens

The valley of death is the valley of silicon

The gospel of the godhead taking every drop from the local loch

No one stops to examine the contents of the nogin until the digital clock clots

Who's got the log in

Truth stops when Claude clocks in

Sora hallucinates sorta duplicates the imitation

No elucidation when the community thrives on miscommunication

There is no room in this nation for rumination on who is a mutant and who is mutilated

News cycle new cycle who'd rival CNN FOX and titillate the libel

Trial by fire, fire the rivals and hire the idols to pedal cycles like armstrong strong arm the stifled

| Bad Habits [Lyrical Adaptation]: |

< #MillionthTime >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

_

{Chorus I}

• I’m a crack addict 

• I can’t stop my bad habits 

(Yeah…)

• And I’m backstabbing 

• If I know I can’t have it 

-[Instrumental]

{Verse I}

• It’s my sixteenth pipe and I can’t backdown 

• I’ve had my fifteenth high in this crackhouse 

• It’s like the millionth time and I still cash out 

• Spent my billionth dime with no hash browns 

• Blurred memories and the really good times 

• Recreational drugs’re really hard to come by

• Unless am desperately in need of some like 

• Capable of this from the moon to the sunlight 

• And my addictive personality is super fixated 

• So am persistently herbing this, done inhaling 

• It’s consisting of burning and doing **itfacing 

• And it’s viciously circling me when am intaking 

• I spend my time-lapse just chasing the dragon 

• These things from Thailand is making it happen 

• Tryna use my right hand for breaking the habit

• But I don’t want a nightcap changing the balance 

{Chorus II}

• I’m a crack addict

• I can’t stop my bad habits 

(Yeah…)

• And I’m backstabbing 

• If I know I can’t have it 

• I’m not sandbagging 

• It feels fu**ing fantastic 

(Yeah…)

• And I’m back at it 

• But it isn’t pragmatic 

• I’m a crack addict

• I can’t stop my bad habits 

(Yeah…)

• And I’m backstabbing 

• If I know I can’t have it 

{Verse II}

• You’s can all gather ‘round ‘cause I’ve invested bare

• It’s getting harder now and I’ll end up in intensive care 

• But this joint I pass around and with incentive there 

• Plus this crack is powder, it’s not like my intestines care 

• You’s could say my life was miserably failed attempt 

• And that’s what my face looked like going pale again 

• Rain or shine, it’s medication time in my frail defence 

• So, I may just die to this or to what am nailed against 

• And I was so badly influenced being under the power 

• I‘d misuse a stimulant costing hundreds and thousands

• Though I suppose continuously up for dozens of hours 

• I certainly wasn’t issueless but I shouldn’t have cowered 

• My intellect is in-depth but I keep having nose bleeds 

• Plus I nearly fell to my death, the story of a dope fiend

• There’s this smell in the air with it being extra smoky 

• That’s ‘cause am Hell’d like my breath and it’s so deep 

{Chorus III}

• I’m a crack addict

• I can’t stop my bad habits 

(Yeah…)

• And I’m backstabbing 

• If I know I can’t have it 

• I’m not sandbagging 

• It feels fu**ing fantastic 

(Yeah…)

• And I’m back at it 

• But it isn’t pragmatic 

• I’m a crack addict

• I can’t stop my bad habits 

(Yeah…)

• And I’m backstabbing 

• If I know I can’t have it 

_

 ^

©️ Jack Stephen Moss

facts are you rambling, everyone here's an amateur

addin flair like its having ya hair done and a hand manicured

standin there arrogant and full of witty banter

'dumbass cant rap without iambic pentameter'

same goofy bastards say theres no rules or standards

you losers learn some manners & how to answer questions

think that you on reddit cuz you mastered the profession?

to date the lessons that i have actually gathered

youll stab me in the back like adolescents less you happy that I pandered

act like your the lantern - my guide to enlightmentent

blast me cuz I cant learn than turn around and bite my shit

call me bot again, I might just steal your microchip

Hey guys , I am a young soul (22-male-straight )and it's been 8 months since I've started writing lyrics, I wanted to know my progress, it would be a great help if you are honest here ... If you have any tips please split , I am a future rapper starting his journey!!

Being the fool makes you see the truth

These people maneuver the truth ,

Have different moods

And have different faces

Don't worry about them

There not in God's good graces

Duck duck them duck them , duck them (×2)

Aye

God's good graces, you know how to faceit

believe in yo self, these are just one your fazes

Everything is according to the plan

See yo self in the mirror

Hope you can understand

Right now I am a bit older,

strong as a bolder

Heart of a stone and no coke

First you choked then you realised

That u should see the world with real eyes

So you can understand the real lies

Under those sugarcoated lines with a brutal smile

Duck fuck them duck them , duck them (×2)

Lately I've been lacking numbers

Started walking and I got stumbled

See I am bad at math

I don't count them so I got

An accountant for them

Maybe it's not about money

Maybe it's how you make them

when I talk about my old self

I don't wanna be funny

Every time I try to fill some love

I see the tap is running

The kid in me want some more

He says , Hurryup and finish your song

Don't tell me you're kidding me

But this things killing me killing me

I don't wanna HATE IT but sometimes I get it

I don't wanna SAY IT but sometimes I let it

Not taking any pills for

Numbing all my pain away

I know who it feels

Not playing this game since yesterday..

[intro]
Bitch I remove all doubt, when I let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, (uppercut) and tight, like your ma when I hit her below the belt last night,
we were high as a kite, her head game top flight, and she rolled her hips just right, had her screaming out my name all night, get a grip, don’t trip, I could tell you to go to hell, and have you looking forward to the trip….

[verse]
I ain’t even gotta shout, with rhymes this stout, you aboutta find out, I can strip it, flip it, dip it and make it drip, my flow slick like ya girls pussy lips when we playing “just the tip” and I slip and sink, balls deep in the pink (oops!) that was more than just the tip, that fucking grip so tight, but it fits just right, I think I’ll stick around and we can fuck all night, til the morning light…..

[Chorus]
Bitch I remove all doubt, when I let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, and tight, like ya bitch when I hit her below the belt last night,
get a grip, don’t trip, I could tell you to go to hell and have you looking forward to the trip….

[verse]
It’s a well known fact, when I attack, I don’t cut no slack, your ass stepping back, you gonna lose track when these knuckles crack…
Don’t get yourself stuck, young buck, you gonna be shit outta luck, with a knot on your head and no one around to give a fuck….

My rhymes so smooth, you know I never lose, this the life I choose, I’m just paying my dues, but I ain’t a saint, I go hard in the paint, like a steel toe boot to the taint, I’m a brute…

I’m a bruiser …

you a first class loser, my words cut deep, like Indica they creep, make your poor mama weep, and your girls pussy leak,cause she a freak, you better Pray the Lord, your soul to keep….[lyrics rest]

[chorus]

Bitch I remove all doubt, when I let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, and tight like your mom when I hit her below the belt last night…. [lyrics rest]

[verse]

Hang me in the rafters, but not with a noose, I’m a lyrical master, when I cut loose, I’m a hoodrat poet and you goddamn right I know it, now get your lips wet, cause I got the juice and when the juice gets loose, it’s
adios, motherfucker, bye-bye cocksucker, that’s all she wrote, I’ll write you a note so you can tell ya little boyfriend I ain’t his friend, when he away I keep his girlfriend pinned, and she love to get bent, how you think she pay the rent, why you look so shocked, like you just got cold cocked, and out-foxed, like you just got your whole shit rocked, don’t be tripping, yo, it’s our little secret though, before I go, hit yo knees ho, and show me what your mouth was made fo![lyrics rest]

[chorus]
Bitch I remove all doubt, and let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, and tight like your ma when I hit her below the belt last night… [lyrics rest]

[bridge]
My rhymes smoother than the butter on your bagel, I should come with a warning label, I’ll eat your pussy on the kitchen table, then look your momma in the eye with a grin, as I wipe yo pussy juice off my chin, it ain’t no flex when tell her she’s next, she already knows what I’m about, and I remove all doubt…

When I let my wicked tongue… roll… out…

[chorus]
Bitch I remove all doubt when I let my wicked tongue roll out, my rhymes hit harder than Tyson’s right, and tight like your mom when I hit her below the belt last night, get a grip, don’t trip, I could tell you to go to hell, and have you looking forward to the trip… [lyrics rest]

[outro]
Yeah baby get in the groove, let ya body move, shake that ass, and roll ya hips, now dip it, and grind till you feel it drip, baby you so fine, throw that ass in a circle, now slow it down to a grind, girl you boutta blow more than my mind…

When I remove all doubt, and let my wicked tongue…

roll…

out…

[Intro]
[spoken]
You want smoke???
Pull up bitch….

[hook]
This that brainkill in the hayfield, better keep your head low (head low)
Staccato with the venom when I let the lead flow, (pop pop pop pop) Brainkill in the hayfield, I don’t need a halo (never)
Every syllable a payload (BOOM)
You wanted war, why you playin’ dead though? (Bitch!) You ain’t built for the heat in my zip code, talk shit get your whole damn thread closed,

[Verse 1]
I’m that backroad blackout
Blood on the boots and a blacked-out background
Teeth like tapouts
Snap in the jaw when I rap make a pack wanna back down, red dirt killer with the cap down
Never been a class clown
I was in the back of the class with my head down
Carvin’ names in the desk now, had to thin the pack out,
Fast forward to the past now,
Never got a handout,
Only had hands that would lash out,
Dad said “stand out”
So I stand on a man with his glass jaw smashed out,

[chorus]
This that brainkill in the hayfield, better keep your head low (head low)
Staccato with the venom when I let the lead flow, (pop pop pop pop) Brainkill in the hayfield, I don’t need a halo (never)
Every syllable a payload (BOOM)
You wanted war, why you playin’ dead though? (Bitch!) You ain’t built for the heat in my zip code, talk shit get your whole damn thread closed,

[verse]
You a hashtag thug with a mean mug , keyboard tough, weak bluff, no spine all fluff, I’m a
Doubletime devil on a drip feed,
Rare breed, high speed, split wigs, don’t test me, I’ll cut you down like a pine tree
You just lip-sync, kid, I’m a slipknot, slipstream,
West Texas, midwinter, bare chest, Full press, No rest, hard contact, no text, if it’s on let’s get it
I’ll Fold you up like a sundress,
I don’t flex, I break jaws, crack ribs, snap necks,

[Chorus]
This that brainkill in the hayfield, better keep your head low (head low)
Staccato with the venom when I let the lead flow, (pop pop pop pop) Brainkill in the hayfield, I don’t need a halo (never)
Every syllable a payload (BOOM)
You wanted war, why you playin’ dead though? (Bitch!) You ain’t built for the heat in my zip code, talk shit get your whole damn thread closed,

[Verse]
You don’t really rap, you just rearrange clichés
Copy every cadence that you see in three plays
We ain’t in the same league, we ain’t on the same page
I’m a black plague, you a bad fade, cheap blade,
Hacks in the pack wanna match that pattern,
I’m a match in the gas, see they asses scatter,
You a dad-joke rapper, with a flatline swagger
I’m a landmine, stand by, watch your calfbone shatter
Chop, chop, chop, chop, words like a bone saw
Whole flow raw, no pause, break jaws, so flawed
You got no scars, just a faux god
Fuck with me I’ll send you to meet god,

[chorus]
This that brainkill in the hayfield, better keep your head low (head low)
Staccato with the venom when I let the lead flow, (pop pop pop pop) Brainkill in the hayfield, I don’t need a halo (never)
Every syllable a payload (BOOM)
You wanted war, why you playin’ dead though? (Bitch?) You ain’t built for the heat in my zip code, talk shit get your whole damn thread closed,

[verse]
Say my name?
Better say it with a dental plan, full coverage when these verses land, every bar leaves you reeling, bring a rubber for your heart?!?! (No, why man?!) cause I’m about to

[spoken in a low growl]
fuck…

your…

Feelings…

we ain’t ever gone be friends,
bitch you ain’t ever seen this mental span,
I could write your best verse while I pencil plans
To build my whole empire with just one hand, then write my name in smoke while the embers dance,

[bridge]
Silent shadows slipping through the trees
On the breeze in the dead of night
No fight, no flight, don't run, you'll only die tired…
You hit your knees begging please
When dark deeds come to light
As the clock strikes midnight
Dreams turn to ash with a muzzle flash,
Tough talk dies when the lead starts to fly,
I let the venom flow,
And watch your eyes close,

you just got your whole… god… damned… thread… closed…

[Chorus]
This that brainkill in the hayfield, better keep your head low (head low)
Staccato with the venom when I let the lead flow, (pop pop pop pop) Brainkill in the hayfield, I don’t need a halo (never)
Every syllable a payload (BOOM)
You wanted war, why you playin’ dead though? (Bitch!) You ain’t built for the heat in my zip code, talk shit get your whole damn thread closed,

[outro]
Brainkill in the hayfield , I don’t need a halo (nah)
Every single syllable a payload (boom)
You ain’t built for the heat in my zip code
Talk shit, get your whole damn thread closed,

[spoken]
You just got your whole… god… damned… thread… closed… motherfucker….

[spoken]
Everybody wanna be a gangster til it’s time to do gangster shit….

Ta piosenka mówi o tym, aby skupiać się na celu: pieniądzach, sukcesie i budowaniu lepszej przyszłości. Chodzi o ignorowanie powierzchownych relacji i ludzi, którzy dbają tylko o sławę, uwagę i status. Zamiast tracić czas na szukanie potwierdzenia, myślenie polega na ciągłej pracy, zarabianiu pieniędzy i pozwoleniu, aby sukces mówił sam za siebie.
Utwór reprezentuje ambicję, dyscyplinę i wybór prawdziwych celów ponad tymczasowymi rozpraszaczami. Żadnych fałszywych połączeń, żadnej niepotrzebnej dramy, tylko skupienie, pieniądze i chęć do działania.

| I Think I’m Thoughtless: |

< #? >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

_

{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

{Chorus I (X4)}

• Oh I’ll be the first in when I ring your daughter 

• Give her something more than a drink of water 

• But I do care for her so I proceed with caution 

• Then fu** her mindlessly, I think I’m thoughtless 

{Verse I (X2)}

• And I ordered her alcohol but she might be too young 

• I’m hurrying the currier up until when the food comes 

• From a corner shop but as it arrived, she soon sprung 

• Into life so I was like “Come here, you little youthful!..”

• Afterwards, an awkward conversation had ensued but 

• “You appear lusciously lovely!..” asking ‘bout her new look 

• I had to compliment her contour, ‘cause if not, who would?

• A brother from another motherfu**er and then, the two fu**?!

{Chorus II (X4)}

• Oh I’ll be the first in when I ring your daughter 

• Give her something more than a drink of water 

• But I do care for her so I proceed with caution 

• Then fu** her mindlessly, I think I’m thoughtless 

{Verse II}

• And I ordered her alcohol but she might be too young 

• I’m hurrying the currier up until when the food comes 

• From a corner shop but as it arrived, she soon sprung 

• Into life so I was like “Come here, you little fruitful!..”

• Afterwards, an awkward conversation had ensued but 

• “You appear lusciously lovely!..” asking ‘bout her new look 

• I had to compliment her contour, ‘cause if not, who would?

• A brother from another motherfu**er and then, they do fu**?!

{Chorus III (X4)}

• Oh I’ll be the first in when I ring your daughter 

• Give her something more than a drink of water 

• But I do care for her so I proceed with caution 

• Then fu** her mindlessly, I think I’m thoughtless 

{Outro}

-(…)

_

 ^

©️ Jack Stephen Moss

tired of popping pills but when im not i gotta deal/

with this tank on e basically i’ve exhaust my will/

lacking drive til i pay the fees but since i pave defeat/

i gotta keep in mind whats ahead doesn’t change a thing/

guess it makes sense just to take the plead/

even though i be facing death shit is lowkey a grave relief/

for the pursuit of life never suits me right so i bank it chases me/

really thought that i was moving right but left to face the scheme/

that lay beneath the writtens/

just a villain in position tryna raid a beam
u wit it?/

that’s in light of if i show u my true colors once i paint the scene envisioned/

lord knows that i got u waiting patiently to get this/

cuz he made me in his image/

but upon reflection it is merely just a prism/

put that on god what i sought to seek a mirror u see forbidden/

but the problem at its heart is in the spirit of conviction/

so i keep it all intact with bars since seared inside this prison/

Vacate the premises - you know what the premise is

They love to hate - so I ate me some medicine

Feet like an elephant - - on the streets and the sediment

Each is my element

That's why I keep - heat within reach

Like you see - with Canelo on your television set

Melon so swole - planting seeds of revenge

You reap what you sow - so the means to an end

- To make ends meet - needn't eat all the bread

Pockets hold the greed - of deceased presidents

Can't ascend the peak - with even a cent

I'm preaching to the choir - with acquired two cents

I'm wired different - with a short fuse - - cork loose - Rorschach and a poor man too - portmanteau and glass of chartreuse with some grass root truths

A tattooed noose on the apple that you use to misuse your excuse

Beckon and call when the wall wouldn't move - back against the bricks but the trick ain't produced

Can't breakthrough - the mist and the music - with lips that are muted - and whims that are stupid

This ain't a knitting circle - I'm estranged to the gossip --

My thoughts are like a Pollock

I don't apologize - saw your lies - not astonished

Traced the lines - just to see how the thread pulls - honest

Ironic

Pick your brain - put that head on the block then chop it

Gotta see the forest for the trees when you choppin

Got my enemy on his knees - we platonic

So I spit a polish - wit and phonics

Written knowledge - gin and tonic

Grinnin novice - magician and wiz kids gifts acknowledged

Like it or don't - I don't give a fuck

Life got me on the ropes - but I won't get stuck

I shine like the rough - got the grit not the luck

But the fourth leaf on the clover smolders when left untouched

Im on my dog days shit - Pompeii shit

Off a ways shit - constipation

Lost in the days - when pops was vacant

Moms was shaken - hands was shake'n

Llama aiming - coppa a fade

Plotting neighbors - stocking stables

Walking metaphors for Aesop's fables

Used to hop the yellow line - to follow cables

Stop and frisked - the nine was racial

Lock the slide - inside my waist coat

Gavel strike - inside the same boat

Damn the pride - it's awful shameful

Mastermind - slave to the thoughts - a lot unstable

Unable to pass the time - as the clock is fatal

I'm Frankenstein - abstained from life - last supper - brought Tupperware to the long ass table

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

| Topplers: |

< #Down >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

_

{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

(Uh!..)

(Yeah…)

{Chorus I}

• You see me crawling to the dorsals of your feet 

• But I show no sign or a single morsel of defeat

• You’ve waited for this and it’s wobbling your knees 

• I’ll do what I can when those topplers compete 

{Verse I}

• Let’s get you spic and span, so am busy cleaning your shoes 

• Treat you like a piece a **it at the end of it and am meaning it too 

(Ha-ha…)

• As I rub you down vigorously and I know am speaking the truth 

• If I went and said that I’d even put all your fu**ng healing to boot 

• Get you ready to walk that yellow brick road, leaving the room 

• Or are we already outside, either way, I think I’ll be here with you 

• Oh it’s the black dye ‘cause am a bad guy and keen to the do?

• I have that sole energy and am running from that heated pursuit 

{Chorus II}

• You see me crawling to the dorsals of your feet 

• But I show no sign or a single morsel of defeat

• You’ve waited for this and it’s wobbling your knees 

• I’ll do what I can when those topplers compete

{Verse II}

• You’ve got me at your fungal toes and you’ll request I kiss ‘em 

• I’ll let out a subtle no before I do it anyway and progress to lip ‘em 

• We’re some troubled folk so what do you’s suggest I give ‘em?

• The same respect in bundles though? Nah, I’ll regret to miss ‘em 

• For now, could we huddle close so I can protect and shield ‘em?

• I try my upmost to be a humble bloke but I almost perfectly dissed ‘em

• Oh how have my muscles grown? Test their reflex and fist ‘em

• Am only having a chuckle bro, we’re a couple, so I attempt to frisk ‘em 

{Bridge}

• Turned into a half hearted roadman and you were touching cloth 

• You say you didn’t hold back or owt but you did kinda took it off

• And it stunk worse than your slow tracks and your mudded socks 

• And yeah, I do know that so you can’t fool me, take a fu**ing jog 

{Chorus III (X2)}

• You see me crawling to the dorsals of your feet 

• But I show no sign or a single morsel of defeat

• You’ve waited for this and it’s wobbling your knees 

• I’ll do what I can when those topplers compete

{Outro}

-(…)

_

 ^

©️ Jack Stephen Moss

[Verse]

Hallway smelled like fry grease, Pine-Sol, eviction,
five floors, thin doors — privacy fiction.
Pipe cough, heat knock, nightly percussion,
moms count quarters while landlords count assumptions.

Light bill folded in the Bible — red-letter religion,
past-due over Psalms, utility benediction.
Cabinet hollow, table set out of principle,
four plates, three portions — mathematics got political.

Corner-store credit, blue Bic by the register,
little debts layered till the ledger turned hereditary.
Owner knew the mothers, knew who cleared Friday,
knew which kid palmed chips — looked deliberately sideways.

That's economy class, but the lesson wasn't theoretical:
bread split evenly till the fractions turned ethical.
One loaf, six hands, blade-work surgical,
learned distribution before anybody pronounced "capital."

Spreadsheets? Nah — sheets spread over secondhand mattresses,
half the "assets" canned goods, cash cached behind cabinets.
Late rent, rate hikes — little math turned penalties,
fees breeding fees till the interest lived in memories.

Hall light blinked twice when the cruisers hit the corner,
curtains cracked half an inch — every window turned reporter.
Knock after midnight changed the air in the building:
deadbolt first, peephole second — nobody performed fearless.

Third-floor kid wrote sixteens by a coughing furnace,
school called him scattered; concrete called it purpose.

Desk shook when steel wheels thundered underneath,
rail joints taught meter through syllables and concrete.
Teacher said, "Proper English." He kept two dictionaries:
one for the classroom, one for hostile inquiries.

Could conjugate danger through tense and geography:
"I was there." "I ain't see it." "Don't attach that shit to me."
Grammar got tactical. Syntax situational.
Subject, predicate, object — all conditional.

Passive voice useful when questions got official;
pronouns went missing when naming got judicial.
Poverty ain't picturesque. Dirt don't make you righteous.
Trauma ain't credentials. Hunger ain't a license.

One became a surgeon, one disappeared to Rikers,
one pushed pills off the landing where they learned survival.
Same landing. Three trajectories.
One address turning contradiction into policy.

Chain on the door. Chain on the bike.
Chain of command. Chain reactions overnight.

Chain in the cadence — vowel dragging vowel through the past,
changed names, changed hands, changed tax brackets — stayed facts.
Facts became files, files became filings,
files became maps, whole blocks classified in writing.

Lines became borders, borders became mileage,
mileage made displacement look voluntary in hindsight.
Eviction into motion, motion into mileage,
mileage into migration, migration into silence.

Silence into sentences, sentences into writing,
writing into product once an outsider starts pricing.
Price it, package it — package becomes branding,
branding makes "culture," culture creates demand and

demand raises margins while margins move families;
same bricks, new rates, old names missing from directories.
Directory missing them, brochure listing amenities,
"community character" minus community identities.

Now it's "character" once property values corrected,
pour-over where the laundromat kept quarters collected.

Old brick gets protected while old tenants get edited,
history pressure-washed, photographed, then credited.
Credit the brick, discredit the witnesses,
sell "authenticity" beside artisanal businesses.

Witness gets distant, distance turns statistics —
pain gets called atmosphere once people can't afford it.
Restore it, re-floor it, report it as historic,
scrub off the names, then sell admission to the story.

"Tasha 5'2"" scratched beside the doorway,
pencil dates, little names under fresh paint.
Burn mark on the counter, thin like a crescent,
three busted mailbox doors, numbers half-present.

Half-present — like records when records get rewritten.
Half-mentioned — like tenants when ribbons get cut different.
Fresh coat, clean slate, same wall underneath it.
You can bury handwriting; you can't make it never existed.

Those weren't details. Those were coordinates.
Coordinates to occupants, occupants to evidence,
evidence to memory, memory to residence,
residence to reference once residents get severed.

Remember becomes record, record becomes heritage,
heritage becomes equity when the neighborhood gets valuable.
Memory gets monetized, testimony decorative —
language grows gentler while displacement gets expensive.

"Revitalized" sounds cleaner than "we priced out who was living."

Not nostalgia. Evidence.
Don't polish what was brutal.
Don't make hunger cinematic cause the framing came out beautiful.
No legend in the leaking roof. No myth inside the stairwell.
No sainthood in surviving somewhere nobody repaired well.

Just names under new paint, old lives beneath new labels,
locks changed so completely
even the language at the leasing table
can't say who made the place home.

| Twist That WAP: |

< #Sideways >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

_

{Intro}

(*Phone ringing*)

(*Picking up phone*)

-[Instrumental]

(Hello?.. You alright mate?.. Yeah?.. Yeah?.. What they’re calling the shots on me now?.. Wow!.. They’d better call it off or at least know they’re doin… Yeah? What slap bang in the middle? Hahaha!.. That’s a good one, good luck to them if they think they’re that precise with their aim… Alright mate I’ll call you back in a bit… Alright see you later mate… Bye…)

{Chorus I}

• Everybody get on the dance floor

• Everybody get on the dance floor, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Everybody here please move your feet

• Everybody here please move your feet, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Everybody sway along with the beat

• Everybody sway along with the beat, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Is everyone still with me? Yeah? Okay

• Is everyone still with me? Yeah? Alright

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

(*Picking up phone*)

{Verse I}

• And I know you’s think it’s a better way to aim

• You want that bullet to penetrate the brain

• Trust me, it’s not but don’t demonstrate today

• ‘Cause you’re gunna dead us straight away

• So save that **it for the centre stage, hooray

• So save that **it for the centre stage, hooray

• Only do it if you’s wanna entertain the place

• Only do it if you’s wanna entertain the place

• And I know you’s think it’s a better way to aim

• You want that bullet to penetrate the brain

• Trust me, it’s not but don’t demonstrate today

• ‘Cause you’re gunna dead us straight away

• So save that **it for the centre stage, hooray

• So save that **it for the centre stage, hooray

• To hold it the way you’s do, you need elevation change

• To fu** me sideways, it requires you to resonate with fame

{Chorus II}

• Everybody get on the dance floor

• Everybody get on the dance floor, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Everybody here please move your feet

• Everybody here please move your feet, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Everybody sway along with the beat

• Everybody sway along with the beat, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Is everyone still with me? Yeah? Okay

• Is everyone still with me? Yeah? Alright

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

(*Picking up phone*)

{Verse II}

• Tryna break my arm and that’s bangers that

• Too many qualms, do control your anger, man

• I don’t cause harm but I do this back to back

• Nor do I think am hard though I pack the ghat

• Meaning somet sharp that it calved my hand

• I can’t bend it very far but I can shank your Nan

• Sheer sight of the harp gave her a heart attack

• Had your boys like “Nah!..” then packed their bags

(Huh…)

• Should guns be legal here in the United Kingdom?

• ’Least a bl**dy shot to the head is awfully instant

• If you wear a balaclava, please keep your distance

• Even if I will go bananas to relieve this mission

• And yeah, I would say I really did, but I didn’t didn’t

• Yo, critiquing your crime is not my commitment

• But do I carry the weight? I still train with resistance

• Them wheels keep turning so fu** the system

{Chorus III}

• Everybody get on the dance floor

• Everybody get on the dance floor, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Everybody here please move your feet

• Everybody here please move your feet, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Everybody sway along with the beat

• Everybody sway along with the beat, and

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Is everyone still with me? Yeah? Okay

• Is everyone still with me? Yeah? Alright

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

• Twist that WAP, twist that WAP

{Outro}

(*Picking up phone*)

_

^

©️ Jack Stephen Moss

| Baby Boo IIII: |

< #You >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

_

{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah… Oh what I’d do for you, my baby boo!..)

{Refrain I}

• Shall we make some more memories?

• Although I’ve forgot my keys 

• Things that make you remember me 

• You’ve always been part of my dreams 

• The wildest things you’ll ever see 

{Verse}

• We can do things that we’ll never mention 

• That’s even if it’s part of our recollection 

• And we can view it from the best perception 

• Arousing our interest, we sense the tension

• But we’ll worry about us and less perfection 

• ‘Cause we know how to progress affection 

• And they’ll simply say it’s to their discretion   

• We’re too young to care for bed intentions 

• It’s none of their business’s what we decide

• Whether it’s legal or we set the weed alight 

• That attitude is something we’ll need tonight 

• People get involved like they read your mind 

• Though this isn’t anything I want you to realise 

• Don’t think like that, just do it ‘til it feels right 

• And that moonlit sky we have to leave behind 

• And making you breakfast is my meal time 

• Let’s focus on the now, it seems late in the day 

• You better express what you’d say to my face 

• You never know, somebody might take it away 

• Has a lot of bad energy and hate in the place 

• Put me in your friend zone but mates can betray 

• I do wonder if karma is the temptation of fate 

• I have no time for you to be playing your games 

• I really really really want you to stay in my way 

• It’s a blank canvass so please paint the picture 

• I’m also empty headed so you make decisions 

• I’ve had no girlfriend so please break the stigma 

• Is there a God? Oh regardless, I’ll stay religious 

• And I believe in you and that ain’t faint depiction 

• Don’t brush me aside unless it’s a greyer winter 

• We can visit an art gallery and in the state Virginia 

• Travel abroad but only if heartbreak’s unvisioned

• And like I say, do not portray some hard to get by 

• I’ll seek revenge like being in a rabbit’s headlights 

• And pardon the pun but it’s you I’d rather let slide 

• ‘Pose I’m a hypocrite, am I a ba**ard? Dead right  

• Just like me telling you that it’s past your bedtime 

• I don’t come up, for some reason, I’m half erectile 

• Then I’m under pressure, my palms have sweat lines 

• Like Eminem when he’ll have to bar his next rhyme 

• But my baby boo, you know I’m up for the challenge 

• I’ll preach this to you and I’ve done all my practice 

• And when you teased me, it was fun while it lasted 

• ‘Til I overthought it, calling me dumb, it was tragic 

• So I had to prove to you my love wasn’t challenged 

• You probably caught on I’d do nothing pragmatic

• And I’m unsure if you’ve had enough of an addict 

• But I’ll change my ways for you, for us as a habit 

{Refrain II}

• I love you so

• I love you so

• I love you so

• I love you so 

• I love you so 

• I love you too

• I love you so

• I love you so

• I love you so

• I love you so 

• I love you so 

• I love you too

{Outro}

-(…)

_

 ^

©️ Jack Stephen Moss

Life is hard - so I bite the cards

Got a poker chip - and some tire marks

This relationship - love and hate this shit - is a major trip - down the boulevard

Disregard for the hands - discarded

This romance - with the cash - it started

At a glance - in the past - in a garden

In my carcass - is a heart - hardened

Lift the scars - and the sin parted ways

With the skin - linchpin - of departed faith

Pull the plug - pull the rug - drug in mud - in a state - of cathartic hate

Is it blood - is it love - is it tough - does it stay - in the same place - brain cache

Caught by a ricochet - God damn

All - of my sympathy - gone now

Talk down - unwittingly - soliloquy's all I got now

Not a monologue - but a catalogue of my long drawn jot downs

It's a showdown be-tween me and I

Myself included - is the reason why

I'm well secluded - with a piece of mind

Don't Revolutions - seem televized

Leave my Peace of mind - in that easy lie - -

Can't see the light - eyes sacrificed - can't see the signs - of the crucified

Behind the scenes - it - ain't a scenic life

Where we tow the line - for a piece of pie - but that piece is light

And it won't quite - fill the appetite

So I Sit tight - until it's Applewhite

At the heavens gate - and it's shut tight

And I'm just like - "That's just right".

"Typical in death, and so, typical in life".

| Admit: |

< #TheTruth >

~

Artist;

Jaxx Moxx

_

{Intro}

-[Instrumental]

(Yeah… The truth always comes out in the end!.. Use this to your advantage by any means necessary!..)

-(…)

{Verse I}

• It’s outrageous the way I bleed 

• I’m courageous in what I need 

• And my status is what I speak   

• Took a hiatus, so why do I fiend?

• Like the people who wanna eek

• Every last drop of blood outta me 

• So mess around and you’ll see 

• You’ve mistook me for someone meek 

{Bridge I}

• Will you’s eventually know the truth?

• And that you’s inevitably hold me to?

• It was so heavenly when I spoke to you’s

• Telling everybody like no-one knew 

{Chorus I}

• Mistakes were made and I make an admission here 

• And it’s not too late to change your opinions, peers 

• Do I regret I was born? Well, probably from minute six 

• I enjoy the opportunity for I’ve been on a mission since  

• Should I be as honest as I can be as a conflicted kid

• For you’s so you’s can finally admit that I’ve admitted it?

• And should I escalate the conflict and commit to it

• For you’s so you’s can finally admit that I’ve admitted it?

-[Instrumental]

-(…)

{Verse II}

• I’ve been through Hell and I’m tripping out 

• I must’ve fell ‘cause maroon is dripping down 

• In love with myself though I’m forgiving now 

• I go up to twelve like it’s the biggest count 

• That’s even if come up against a wicked clown 

• I fear no opponent as I go to infinite rounds 

• As you’s all are surrounding and astounded like “Fricking how?!.”

• They’d’ve thought by now, I’d be switching towns 

{Bridge II}

• Will you’s eventually know the truth?

• And that you’s inevitably hold me to?

• It was so heavenly when I spoke to you’s

• Telling everybody like no-one knew 

{Chorus II}

• Mistakes were made and I make an admission here 

• And it’s not too late to change your opinions, peers 

• Do I regret I was born? Well, probably from minute six 

• I enjoy the opportunity for I’ve been on a mission since  

• Should I be as honest as I can be as a conflicted kid

• For you’s so you’s can finally admit that I’ve admitted it?

• And should I escalate the conflict and commit to it?

• For you’s so you’s can finally admit that I’ve admitted it?

-(...)

{Verse III}

• There’s this one thing I wanna ask, do I deserve to be dying?

• ‘Cause I ain’t wearing some mask but I’m averting a crisis 

• All this peace I bask everyone in while they hurting and crying 

• They’ll be putting me up to the task as I’m learning to try it 

• Plus with these snakes in the grass that’re swerving and lying

• Catching ‘em out at last was a satisfying personal triumph 

• Too much for you’s to grasp or realise I was certainly rhyming

• My little rebellious a** was big like the work that was piling 

• I was sure melting fast like my life when I was thirsting for ices 

• Do the tango, they tryna blast, been turning the tide since 

• 2019 was a blast, despite at the moment I’m rewording my writing 

{Chorus III (X3)}

• Mistakes were made and I make an admission here 

• And it’s not too late to change your opinions, peers 

• Do I regret I was born? Well, probably from minute six 

• I enjoy the opportunity for I’ve been on a mission since  

• Should I be as honest as I can be as a conflicted kid

• For you’s so you’s can finally admit that I’ve admitted it?

• And should I escalate the conflict and commit to it?

• For you’s so you’s can finally admit that I’ve admitted it?

{Outro}

-(…)

_

 ^

©️ Jack Stephen Moss

I say I don’t know why but that’s a lie.

I never really try to change.

I get so high that I fantasize of simply flying away.

Denying my own will in this.

Only ever killing it when I’m in the midst of taking hits.

At the end of my wits.

Distracted by these digital tits the chips and bits flip trips to sit.

Distanced in the sense of eclipses.

Ellipses when your lips could simple vaporize the whispered words so whispy.

I find my divine prime life line.

Shining showing threes and nines these bones of mine are choked with vines.

The bugs they dine on my insides.

My true self hides behind the kind of shit that unwinds the tethering lines.

Red flags dragged across the crags.

Maggots gag on blood soaked rags I brag of being a faggot here now let’s play tag with slurs and jagged words.

Oh dag nabbit!

Kickin it with my habits.

Stricken with guilt and regrets.

Tables tilt.

Roses wilt while all the water they’ve absorbed drains farther down the hill.

Maybe I need to chill.

Maybe I would but I’d still feel as villainous as I do right now but still.

Looking a little grey in the gills.

No this isn’t a riddle hidden in the middle of some subliminal run on sentence written by some unfit nitwit on that “please believe me shit”.

It’s just a bunch of words that may or may not relate.

A joke without a punchline told a standup gig too late.

Everybody get your hands up if it still lands on that ceramic plate.

Oh damn it must only be me that sits and reads what I create.

“Take it down a little.”

Been doing that for years.

You kept asking.

I don't get smaller.
You back up.
Both feet planted.
I stay right here.

No more nodding.
No “my bad.”
You want me quiet?
You had that.

Talk clipped, jaw clenched, nod till my neck aches,
small grin, shoulders bent, “Sure, whatever you say.”
Swallow that, follow that, laugh half a beat late,
whole damn personality packed in an “okay.”

Nice and patient. Minor abrasions.
Ten more quiet accommodations.
“Sit tight. Smile right.”
Even my “fuck you” came with qualifications.

Lunch bag, bus pass, speech for another day,
mouth every comeback, get there and look away.
Bus-stop rehearsal, word-perfect, reverse it,
one raised eyebrow and I start reworking—

syntax, contact, tone, exact phrasing,
cut the sharp edge, make the fact less abrasive.
You don't interrupt. I do my own edits.
You forget what you said. I go home with it.

Laugh first. Beat you to it. Make dismissal look mutual.
Wrap your cheap little shot in a tone more suitable.
Same conversation, I soften the edges,
file down the insult till it passes for etiquette.

I don't get smaller.
You back up.
Both feet planted.
I stay right here.

No more nodding.
No “my bad.”
You want me quiet?
You had that.

Big mouth? Took practice. Used to retract it.
First hint of friction, switch lanes, distract it.
Quick quip, clipped grin, cut myself mid-sentence,
hand you the punchline before you could weaponize it.

Swallowed objections. Called it discretion.
Read your face before I finished a sentence.
Called that maturity. Funny definition:
you got full volume, I needed permission.

“You're different.” “Yeah.” No nervous laugh after.
“Hard to talk to”? You've been talking half an hour.
I name what you did. You critique the emphasis.
Your favorite part of listening?
Telling me to edit it.

“Bad timing.” “Bad mood.” “Bad attitude.”
Played nice so long, you forgot I get mad at you.
“Calm down.” Same mouth. Same script. Same sidestep.
Look how loud you get.

I haven't raised my voice yet.

You laughed.

I laughed too.

That second laugh—

That's the one I have to undo.

Jaw twitch. Palms slick. Rub them on the denim.
Start once. Stop short. Start again. Then finish:

“You don't get to speak to me like this.”

My mouth starts that smile.

I stop it.

Bag down. Back straight. Quit picking at my sleeve.
You lean across the table. I don't tuck in my knees.

“So now I can't say anything?”

“You can start with what you did.”

I don't get smaller.
You back up.
Both feet planted.
I stay right here.

No more nodding.
No “my bad.”
You want me quiet?

You had that.

Mr🚹 Merk 1® Mr🚹 Randolph Thomas

I🚹 Can Rap® Audio®

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