Bars-r-Us [v2]

[|°ὺ₯₳ↄĸJONES]

I figured I'd try something new with all of Val's MCs. To keep it fresh, you can link an instrumental (video), and if anyone thinks they can work with it, you type up a 16-20 bar verse. We can even switch the beat so that only 3-4 people can post a verse per beat. Or just post your own beat and a verse. Whatever floats your boat.

So if you're the 4th to reply, you can choose to write a verse to the beat posted, or link a new instrumental and include a verse within it. If you can't find the instrumental, it's cool to link the song.

If you're interested, and the first to reply, you can start it off and pick the instrumental.

[Torment]

I'm just a sinner that wants to rap for a living/
but my life is wrapped in a cycle of sinning//

Problem, choose it, I'm lost in 'em, sorta deluded/
secluded myself, rolled some sticky, and thus concluded//

These dark thoughts in the arc of my life can be eluded/
how, question mark, easily, spark and stay booted//

Kush stays suited in Master rolls deeply rooted/
from the upbringing that polluted my mind, however reputed//

the tradition of Dutch passing, allowing the surpassing/
of depression that has made impressions that be harassing//

leaving wrinkles instead of dimples when I'm laughing/
crushed kush, tobacco compacting, only then really smiling, no acting//

I can reach the mountains, sky high when I'm stoned/
young Prince, unthroned, don't bother me when I'm zoned//

[|°ὺ₯₳ↄĸJONES]

Yeah I hear they chasing dollars, for what?
Bet they ain't know Canadian dollar's worth more than a buck.
So I figure. If I'ma get richer, here's what I picture:
Dabble in Zara like Amancio Ortega.

Vivid memories of when my cousin broke bricks, I called him sensei.
He use to tell me: get money, nigga, fuck what they say.
But I couldn't peddle crack to my folk.
Even though all my aunts an uncles fiend for that dope.

Tried to free my mind via Acapulco.
Cuz society never failed to drive me loco.
Drowning in coronas, parleying with my enemies.
Cuz the enemy of my enemy is a friend to me.

Fuck a secret society and conspiracy.
All that matters is the now, and that my son ain't hungry.

Muthafuck who sold their soul so they album go gold.
Cuz at the end of the day, the pale horse you'll behold.

[|°ὺ₯₳ↄĸJONES]

[ Got on my old school Lox/NWA shit with this one. ]

Can't sleep, can't think, can't eat.
Plan A gotta work cuz I ain't got a plan B.
I'm the wrong one to fuck with, my colleagues call me: Boss.
Stab you in ya cheek, blade in ya teeth like dental floss.
Spit on ya newborn just to get my point across.
Street sweeper big stick, nahhhhh i don't play lacrosse.
On this track I felt I had to get gutta.
Ruthless - on some: I'd fuck my best friend's mother.
They say the truth comes out when the liquors in you.
But I always keep it real so that thoughts a bit skewed.
High as a bitch, I gotta skyline view.
Of my path, all this weed and all the streets I ran through.
Lifes smoother now, all my homies truer now.
A true renowned homicidal MC that'll tear any track down.

[God☼Realm]

-edit-

[Salvation]

Sick of these fake MC's who can't spit as much venom as me.
Makin enemies who woulda wished they coulda made a friend of me.
Blend in like me but apparently you can't firebend like me.
Especially when I'm rhyming off a simple rhyme like me.

Drop the dime on me like Optimus Prime because primarily
I'm pumped and you better get off the pine for me.
I don't have a nickle to pump a nine for free
oh shit who's rhyming so simplistically?

Physically or fiscally you couldn't fuck with me,
Fist a cuffs you clearly ain't as tough as me.
How many more times must I say me before
you get that I'm all about me, jeez.

Suck deez nuts, freeze, now say please.
I'm a cool breeze blowin by with utmost ease
I could cap you but I mean takin out your knees
Cuz words have different meanings to varying degrees.

Beat: No More To Say - Eminem, Proof, Trick Trick.