Heres a collaborated effort I had with an online friend... - Tilted Forum Project Discussion Community

K-Wise · 01-06-2005, 04:26 AM

No title we just did this in instant messenger and kinda made it up as we went. The i-net term for this is "keystyle" kinda silly. It implies that it's like a freestyle except on a keyboard but it's nothing like that. It's more like a rushed written. Nothing like thinking of something to say as you're actually saying something else like a real freestyle haha. Can't hit the backspace.

I didn't follow the rules of the collaboration and read his verse first before I typed mine so it doesn't really fit and I'd rather no one read it but I'll put it up anyway in case you really HAVE to but I'm not particularly proud of it. I thought it was just going to be some random rhyme that meant nothing and it turned out to be the opposite so the other verses changed really quick and I just kinda went with it..as a result it's a little more graphic(I cuss too much) than I normally like to write(keep that in mind..it wont' be as good as the others)..I typed it real quick but definitely put thought into them. Enjoy

I, Knowledge The Wise 1 and Morbid Wordz

Morbid Wordz: I'm sick of the lies//all those lonely nights that I cried, realizing that I tried//In the end figuring we were born to die//What's life wit out risk, sucking in each breath as if//it were heavenly bliss//I wish for one last touch of an angel, so spirits can lift//Burning on my lips from the touch of a dragon's kiss//sick of it no doubt, at this age pondering on what life's really about//How I need this once chance to rock the crowd//Voice my opinion with a mic so the world hear's it loud//Incrimination, only leads to an artists inspiration, the pen never feels hesitation//Drawing out words on paper as if recieving a heavenly asperation//Wasting time, using the ink in this pen of mine//When will people see the fire in my eyes that will burn eternally, substantually, and consequently label me a major league emcee that's heavenly divine.....

Knowledge The Wise 1Spoiler: : Evidently sublime wit one line let alone a hundred I could plummet 50 feet write a tune hit the bottom then I'll hum it//Bringin hard punches to any fuckas that e'll want it verses armored titanium obtainin em as targets death ta all ya bound to fall to start shit just plain retarded//I am an artist pad n ped fuse to arm when I start this every verse is bombarded by my flavor then I spark it//No exceptions it's divine intervention when my name comes to mention a recollection of invention fused in every sentence pure essence you could lick ma sweat n have ya trippin off my method....

Morbid Wordz: The scribbles of my pen are in motion//the minute it touches the paper I weep out all my emotions//Bounce, anger or even conscience//Either way you step to me and I show no patients//I'm always the winner that comes out on top//but I'm sick of emcees that spit one verse against me and then drop//The cream of the crop//God only knows when the time comes and I'll stop//Peeps can't see the method of my madness, the effort I put into my sadness//Finding beauty in all the wrong places, finding beauty in 12 gauges//blast at close ranges to leave a bitch faceless, to the cops he's still nameless//That's the mind of a killah, the man that writes rhymes then hustles the block//The same kinda guy that will bust bullets through your chest and then watch the soul inside of you rot//I can never get caught by these cops//Rushing inside of an opposers mind stealing all their thoughts//My life's been bought, writting rhymes for the sake of livin'//I ain't ever leavin'// Fuck yall who fell in the dust I'm still standing tall and I'm still breathing//I ain't leaving this game with a loss//Every single line infront of me was made to be crossed//bare witness here now walks the lyrical moses, holding the golden rod//crown on my head and how could you ever try and compare me to god...

Knowledge The Wise 1: Marchin on like the wounded troops in Isengod grab a mic embark on an adventure as my temper stabs n rips my fuckin heart//A lone catalyst of animus and bleedin scars of colored amethyst life had handed this a silver spoon and this bafoon went and dammaged it//And now I haven't shit but just my own and cats is after it cause I'm emaculate attractive wit and cats could never fathom it//Cause they only see me average and that clearly ain't as accurate as scopin out the man inside before ya ass goes attackin it//Tryin to find an ass in this, ya never will and this is hazardous a pen perfected strategist//Never driven under raisin thunder even in my slumber not a wonder you succumb ta every shit I spit a mothafucka word ta mother countin backwards as my days are numbered//Born a fuckin stereotype and a statistic not a wonder cats sadistic when ya treat they fuckin ass like little misfits all ya bitches belittle minority risen childrens like ya greater than thou anyhow heres my ass and you can kiss it//Life is vicious when it's intent is born malicious business's and politicians would rather buy new plates than clean the dirty dishes fuck ya wishes yo ya needs ain't even witnessed...

Morbid Wordz: I'm sick of these homo's thinkin' they got a chance to blow//you ain't collectin' no cash if you don't pass go//Like you don't think I know the consequences of pushing dope just to cash some dough//Don't believe me then check the scars across my torso//Ring the bell of hell once your overwhelmed that I be kicking better rhymes then Big L//That's more dope to sell, I can't take it, no more time to push it//Shit man I'm sick of the bullshit so I quit quick//Inhale the smoke into my lungs so my body burns numb to the point where I spit so much lyrics that I can't feel my tongue//...

Knowledge The Wise 1: Overrun and overcome with soul n earthin works until I'm overdone with the wisdom of an older one and until the day I lay as cold an numb I will have written songs n spoken em//Cause I am open minded and all ya minds blinded by lyin history and fine china all that buys ya is 6feet or burnin fire in a jar for the entire remainder of where memory e'll find ya//A survivor is a legacy of timeless writters that ya kids kids e'll still admire every line and get inspired time and time again wit knowledge it supply's ya//Priorities are everywhere and everywhere ya turn the will to learn is never there they never care cause nothins fair and over there seems better than over here and bliss exists in broken stares//The time for actions been around for ages but our wages lock our dreams behind the bars an cages unless ya famous no one cares ya problems or ya faces....

Morbid Wordz: I kick rap addicts so they feel resentment//You'll be Hell's new resident once you find your skull lined with red sediment//Busting emcee's jaws leaving them with speach impediments//The freshest, fresher then Mentose pepperments, I'll leave your mouth dry, dehydrated//I'm the master race of emcees, you'd be fucked if rap was segregated//I love the love and I hate being hated//...

I've yet to dig up anything else. Some of my older stuff is harder to find but I'll find another and post it up very soon. And also I hold no responsibility for what Morbid Wordz himself wrote..thats all him haha. Hope this one didn't dissapoint...it's a little harder to swallow for those that aren't REALLY into hip-hop I'd imagine. Try to find the beauty in it if you can.

Asta!!

amonkie · 01-17-2005, 08:15 AM

Your section about life and the silver spoon was very critical - there IS beauty in your writing, and I found it in your //A lone catalyst of animus and bleedin scars of colored amethyst life had handed this a silver spoon and this bafoon went and dammaged it // Many people seem to not go in the right way with what they are given.

Keep it up K- Wise!

K-Wise · 01-17-2005, 05:04 PM

Thanx monkie that means a lot.

Asta!!

01-17-2005, 05:10 PM

I'll be the first to admit I know nothing about what you're writing, but I actually really enjoyed it. I think I'd like it even better if I heard it instead of reading it too.

Thanks for sharing this!

K-Wise · 01-17-2005, 05:22 PM

Wow I think this is the first time you've read and responded to one of my pieces

. I have more! They're better too! Ya kinda gotta look for em though. I'm gonna ressurect one of them soon though to add an audio file to it and make it spoken word.

Asta!!

01-06-2005, 04:26 AM	#1 (permalink)
K-Wise It's All About The Ass!! Location: In a pool of mayonnaise!!	Heres a collaborated effort I had with an online friend... No title we just did this in instant messenger and kinda made it up as we went. The i-net term for this is "keystyle" kinda silly. It implies that it's like a freestyle except on a keyboard but it's nothing like that. It's more like a rushed written. Nothing like thinking of something to say as you're actually saying something else like a real freestyle haha. Can't hit the backspace. I didn't follow the rules of the collaboration and read his verse first before I typed mine so it doesn't really fit and I'd rather no one read it but I'll put it up anyway in case you really HAVE to but I'm not particularly proud of it. I thought it was just going to be some random rhyme that meant nothing and it turned out to be the opposite so the other verses changed really quick and I just kinda went with it..as a result it's a little more graphic(I cuss too much) than I normally like to write(keep that in mind..it wont' be as good as the others)..I typed it real quick but definitely put thought into them. Enjoy I, Knowledge The Wise 1 and Morbid Wordz Morbid Wordz: I'm sick of the lies//all those lonely nights that I cried, realizing that I tried//In the end figuring we were born to die//What's life wit out risk, sucking in each breath as if//it were heavenly bliss//I wish for one last touch of an angel, so spirits can lift//Burning on my lips from the touch of a dragon's kiss//sick of it no doubt, at this age pondering on what life's really about//How I need this once chance to rock the crowd//Voice my opinion with a mic so the world hear's it loud//Incrimination, only leads to an artists inspiration, the pen never feels hesitation//Drawing out words on paper as if recieving a heavenly asperation//Wasting time, using the ink in this pen of mine//When will people see the fire in my eyes that will burn eternally, substantually, and consequently label me a major league emcee that's heavenly divine..... Knowledge The Wise 1Spoiler: : Evidently sublime wit one line let alone a hundred I could plummet 50 feet write a tune hit the bottom then I'll hum it//Bringin hard punches to any fuckas that e'll want it verses armored titanium obtainin em as targets death ta all ya bound to fall to start shit just plain retarded//I am an artist pad n ped fuse to arm when I start this every verse is bombarded by my flavor then I spark it//No exceptions it's divine intervention when my name comes to mention a recollection of invention fused in every sentence pure essence you could lick ma sweat n have ya trippin off my method.... Morbid Wordz: The scribbles of my pen are in motion//the minute it touches the paper I weep out all my emotions//Bounce, anger or even conscience//Either way you step to me and I show no patients//I'm always the winner that comes out on top//but I'm sick of emcees that spit one verse against me and then drop//The cream of the crop//God only knows when the time comes and I'll stop//Peeps can't see the method of my madness, the effort I put into my sadness//Finding beauty in all the wrong places, finding beauty in 12 gauges//blast at close ranges to leave a bitch faceless, to the cops he's still nameless//That's the mind of a killah, the man that writes rhymes then hustles the block//The same kinda guy that will bust bullets through your chest and then watch the soul inside of you rot//I can never get caught by these cops//Rushing inside of an opposers mind stealing all their thoughts//My life's been bought, writting rhymes for the sake of livin'//I ain't ever leavin'// Fuck yall who fell in the dust I'm still standing tall and I'm still breathing//I ain't leaving this game with a loss//Every single line infront of me was made to be crossed//bare witness here now walks the lyrical moses, holding the golden rod//crown on my head and how could you ever try and compare me to god... Knowledge The Wise 1: Marchin on like the wounded troops in Isengod grab a mic embark on an adventure as my temper stabs n rips my fuckin heart//A lone catalyst of animus and bleedin scars of colored amethyst life had handed this a silver spoon and this bafoon went and dammaged it//And now I haven't shit but just my own and cats is after it cause I'm emaculate attractive wit and cats could never fathom it//Cause they only see me average and that clearly ain't as accurate as scopin out the man inside before ya ass goes attackin it//Tryin to find an ass in this, ya never will and this is hazardous a pen perfected strategist//Never driven under raisin thunder even in my slumber not a wonder you succumb ta every shit I spit a mothafucka word ta mother countin backwards as my days are numbered//Born a fuckin stereotype and a statistic not a wonder cats sadistic when ya treat they fuckin ass like little misfits all ya bitches belittle minority risen childrens like ya greater than thou anyhow heres my ass and you can kiss it//Life is vicious when it's intent is born malicious business's and politicians would rather buy new plates than clean the dirty dishes fuck ya wishes yo ya needs ain't even witnessed... Morbid Wordz: I'm sick of these homo's thinkin' they got a chance to blow//you ain't collectin' no cash if you don't pass go//Like you don't think I know the consequences of pushing dope just to cash some dough//Don't believe me then check the scars across my torso//Ring the bell of hell once your overwhelmed that I be kicking better rhymes then Big L//That's more dope to sell, I can't take it, no more time to push it//Shit man I'm sick of the bullshit so I quit quick//Inhale the smoke into my lungs so my body burns numb to the point where I spit so much lyrics that I can't feel my tongue//... Knowledge The Wise 1: Overrun and overcome with soul n earthin works until I'm overdone with the wisdom of an older one and until the day I lay as cold an numb I will have written songs n spoken em//Cause I am open minded and all ya minds blinded by lyin history and fine china all that buys ya is 6feet or burnin fire in a jar for the entire remainder of where memory e'll find ya//A survivor is a legacy of timeless writters that ya kids kids e'll still admire every line and get inspired time and time again wit knowledge it supply's ya//Priorities are everywhere and everywhere ya turn the will to learn is never there they never care cause nothins fair and over there seems better than over here and bliss exists in broken stares//The time for actions been around for ages but our wages lock our dreams behind the bars an cages unless ya famous no one cares ya problems or ya faces.... Morbid Wordz: I kick rap addicts so they feel resentment//You'll be Hell's new resident once you find your skull lined with red sediment//Busting emcee's jaws leaving them with speach impediments//The freshest, fresher then Mentose pepperments, I'll leave your mouth dry, dehydrated//I'm the master race of emcees, you'd be fucked if rap was segregated//I love the love and I hate being hated//... I've yet to dig up anything else. Some of my older stuff is harder to find but I'll find another and post it up very soon. And also I hold no responsibility for what Morbid Wordz himself wrote..thats all him haha. Hope this one didn't dissapoint...it's a little harder to swallow for those that aren't REALLY into hip-hop I'd imagine. Try to find the beauty in it if you can. Asta!! __________________ "I love music and it's my parents fault (closing statement)." - Me..quoting myself...from when I said that...On TFP..thats here...Tilted Forum Project *It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys!* - Asta!!

01-17-2005, 08:15 AM	#2 (permalink)
amonkie Drifting Administrator Location: Windy City	Your section about life and the silver spoon was very critical - there IS beauty in your writing, and I found it in your //A lone catalyst of animus and bleedin scars of colored amethyst life had handed this a silver spoon and this bafoon went and dammaged it // Many people seem to not go in the right way with what they are given. Keep it up K- Wise! __________________ Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

01-17-2005, 05:04 PM	#3 (permalink)
K-Wise It's All About The Ass!! Location: In a pool of mayonnaise!!	Thanx monkie that means a lot. Asta!! __________________ "I love music and it's my parents fault (closing statement)." - Me..quoting myself...from when I said that...On TFP..thats here...Tilted Forum Project *It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys!* - Asta!!

01-17-2005, 05:22 PM	#5 (permalink)
K-Wise It's All About The Ass!! Location: In a pool of mayonnaise!!	Wow I think this is the first time you've read and responded to one of my pieces . I have more! They're better too! Ya kinda gotta look for em though. I'm gonna ressurect one of them soon though to add an audio file to it and make it spoken word. Asta!! __________________ "I love music and it's my parents fault (closing statement)." - Me..quoting myself...from when I said that...On TFP..thats here...Tilted Forum Project *It ain't goodbye, it's see ya later! I'll miss you guys!* - Asta!!

01-17-2005, 05:10 PM	#4 (permalink)
Untitled Guest	I'll be the first to admit I know nothing about what you're writing, but I actually really enjoyed it. I think I'd like it even better if I heard it instead of reading it too. Thanks for sharing this!