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I'm going to post some lyrics, because I can. Because I want to. Because I'm copyrighted front to back on all verses.

Once upon a time we had a little contest and I rocked it. We had a few contestants but I stomped them. Some of you are thinking about a more recent one but this was old school. Either way I finally completed a couple projects, and I would like to share them with you. Yes ALL of it rhymes, the pronunciation of many rhyming words is key, even if only to make the following verse a near-rhyme. If you have any interest in hip-hop, rap, or even good music in general, these songs are for you. I am I.D. I am Eschelon. And I'm going to tear the industry down from the underground.

                         -I.D.-

I live in a mile that's quite higher than yours;

When I walk into the sun, I break down the f*cking doors;

Causing butterfly effect starting oversea wars;

Sound reverberates and scars going straight to your core;

I turn glass into lightning with the blink of a socket;

Increase my nine lives with this pen in my pocket;

Use soggy cardboard to build NASA certified rockets;

An hours work halfway covered in an overbooked docket;

I will, cross out the old and leave it behind;

Revolutionize the use of intellectual mind;

Inspire those blind to think highly inclined;

Give keys to locked doors and study my finds;

Climb 14,000 to the summit and toke;

Accomplish my goal without the use of a rope;

Walk to the edge and take the steepest of slopes;

Take all you've ever known and still show you how to cope;

I ran the guillotine in Renaissance bagging the skulls;

Ripped the fault asunder leaving behind Niagara Falls;

Got commissioned by China to blueprint some big ass wall;

Stole a spartan named Helen and started a sloppy brawl;



Now who am I? A verbal apocalypse;

When I step unto the mic all others lose confidence;

Now who am I? Slayer of optimists;

Handing down the map to your own sarcophagus;

Now who am I?  Looming cloud ominous;

A threat to the entire current living populace;

So who am I? An I.D. Illegible;

The Esch, Reaper's breath, putting to rest all skeptical;




If I were a cartoon I'd be Dreg, Dread and Deadly;

With parental advisories even on the late night medley;

Have grown ass adults holding a security teddy;

Watching in horror with the remote at the ready;

I'm a, hardback white knuckle page turner;

With more suspense than a honeymoon mystery murder;

I cook mediocrity faster than a 10 foot Benson burner;

Aspiring staff wielder, future sheep flock herder;

Some say I dug to the center without disturbing the dirt;

Planted the tree of life before the garden was birthed;

Fought through the middle ages with dragons and spell pages;

Gave my thanks to the elite who pillaged others for raises;

I'm the only pill that can cure any level of pain;

I tweak strings of the brain, fix those who think sane;

Take the pulp of the slain, flush the rest down the drain;

You're a witness to beginning of a hurricane reign;

You can try if you want but can't keep up with the flow;

If given some ink none can attempt toe to toe;

Well wrong minded or not, down the left path I go;

You can wait in line forever, I'm backstage at the show;



Now who am I? A verbal apocalypse;

When I step unto the mic all others lose confidence;

Now who am I? Slayer of optimists;

Handing down the map to your own sarcophagus;

Now who am I?  Looming cloud ominous;

A threat to the entire current living populace;

So who am I? An I.D. Illegible;

The Esch, Reaper's breath, putting to rest all skeptical;



I'm an oblong brick atop a wall of wet sticks;

I've seen all the wood has to offer and know all of their tricks;

The flooded moldy basement needs much more than a fix;

I'm not a miracle worker, light the mix, hope it clicks;

Extra extra, read all about it;

I've come to destroy every soul who ever doubted;

Your toddler waddle worded sound is counted;

But I'm on top, preheated your pouting;

I sweep low and break ankles to leave the beetles all mangled;

Spin a web of truth so thick it'll have all the horseflies wrangled;

Draw a crowd of non believers with my shiny verse I just dangled;

Use a cordless phone and still have my victim all strangled;

I drew a chalk line in rain and left a permanent stain;

I have all the advantage, but still there's nothing to gain;

I'm the werewolf in the woods, stalking, hunter's bane;

People are terrified of using MY damn name in vein;

To understand left hand would take legitimate scry;

The bottom of the pit holds the bones of those asked why;

Skeletons are frail, leave crushed bones where they lie;

But life's a game, f*ck it, play on hard 'til you die;

Eschelon!

                  -Sovereign-

Sidewinder fire from the back to the front;

Black bag pawn tags drop slump to a stunt;

Purphorated prairie proves the hammer is blunt;

Knock back wood crack starts from kick to a punt;

Metal malice reigning terror shrouds tear through the canvas;

Soggy Cheerio spread too thin to unleash the bandit;

Avalanche rider brings fire as if truthfully planned it;

Lucky one duckling strays, run away;

Carpet moth squirm tight through small sticky cubbys;

Dust trail giveaways like treasure maps turned bloody;

Turn tail lap dog drops heel draws blank study;

Trench master stick wielder posts up remains muddy;

Planet gouging iron box drops ten, right two;

Up too, three, more, outcry yet march boot;

Wrong turn etched view, absent vent point moot;

Snail back hurdling fast strikes then, left you;



Less than one wears the boots, why must we run the gauntlet?;

Ivory tower huddle, chinny chin up hold high;

If seen frontline, expression proves not so dauntless;

Tell them, try not to think, just turn blinded eye;

Sticks and stones can still kill, you know nothing of process;

Goose down comfort pressure, muffles the cry;

Since time was, and still is, there's no stop to the nonsense;

Still, empty your goblet, even the mad Kings will die;



Linear unsure, cardinal lost in the flatline;

Primal instinct preventing first row tickets to scrap line;

Slug done drop weight peer new polearm to be fine;

Demise foreseen yet lips scream like a weak mime;

Fallen bunk brother arm, not broken, now lacking;

Cousin blood gusher smiles, mind now breaking and cracking;

Uncle kickstand drags left hand lower body is tracking;

Grandpa porch swing takes sip, stands, fervor is taxing;

Point missed in buried bliss yet reforged anew;

Unyielding stats undressed to be fucked beyond true;

Dirty girl needs more make-up with face spotting blue;

Spreading legs condemning plagues yet no axis askew;

Monetary minions turned kin shifting cannibals;

Straight razor elbow disregard understandable;

Opportunity victim fledged on skill now expandable;

Bring back the ball for the king of the hill;



Less than one wears the boots, why must we run the gauntlet?;

Ivory tower huddle, chinny chin up hold high;

If seen frontline, expression proves not so dauntless;

Tell them, try not to think, just turn blinded eye;

Sticks and stones can still kill, you know nothing of process;

Goose down comfort pressure, muffles the cry;

Since time was, and still is, there's no stop to the nonsense;

Still, empty your goblet, even the mad Kings will die;



Key rook falls, absent a crown on the table;

Iron statues pouring through the gap, willing and able;

Swamp soil contaminant, spoiled crops in the stables;

Truth record swept aside, plaques explaining the fable;

Enlist from the minimum, even the median less taxing;

Top floor box seats view the marked men advancing;

Dead gaze of the veteran, day count 5, just outlasting;

Ramblings of the maddened break the minds just in passing;

Jersey barrier, hold short, but the yielding is false;

Statistics read elsewhere but the crime scene tells all;

Crimson cul-de-sac gives no tact, marks the base of the fall;

Court's littered of fluid, and still none have the ball;

Oil can spilling over, Tin Man greased at all hinges;

Yet brassy stomp is still heard, need to fulfill the itches;

Pride leader never full off his oversea binges;

Remnant carcass, proof that paw print burns all its bridges;



Less than one wears the boots, why must we run the gauntlet?;

Ivory tower huddle, chinny chin up hold high;

If seen frontline, expression proves not so dauntless;

Tell them, try not to think, just turn blinded eye;

Sticks and stones can still kill, you know nothing of process;

Goose down comfort pressure, muffles the cry;

Since time was, and still is, there's no stop to the nonsense;

Still, empty your goblet, even the mad Kings will die;

The first is a lot more straightforward. The second, is extremely complex and looks like complete nonsense. This style used for the second is intentional, and it actually does all mean something. It's telling a story, but the interpretation is left to the listener. That's the whole point of abstract lyrics.

This was ridiculously long. Good stuff though :) I like it!

Quote from: theravenseye on November 01, 2015, 05:57:35 AM
This was ridiculously long. Good stuff though :) I like it!

They're lyrics meant for entire songs, hence the length.