Dustin

Tryin to write rhymes but I need beats. Where can I get some for free?

I wrote this in about an hour. It's better than the things I normally write so I want to hear some honest feed back and tell me some pointers or if it just sucks.

Images and Dreams

here's the beat I used

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtaS47nbDqI

I get these incessant images of gruesomeness and blood and kickin the s**t out of the entire room

Make me better by giving me a hug **** you eat my a** here's a spoon

I can't find love so I make love with baked drugs and fake friends but soon

I'm gonna hit rock bottom when those fake friends don't pick me up to soften the blow

Cause it happens so often they know I'll be right back tomorrow stompin my foes

But it might do me some good to keep my head in the dirt so I stop and I doze

Dream about why I deaden the hurt in my heart that's so rotten and froze

So out of my coffin I rose off that bottom rock and I chose

To be positive freshen up my look and bought some new clothes

I rose from the concrete: a blossomed new rose

Dancin down the driveway all happy go lucky

Delirium in my brain and dammit I loved it

Then I woke up to hear people laughin in public

About my dream and how it could never happen so f**k it

You can take the dream, take the whole f***in planet and shove it up your a** and you love it

Next time I go to sleep I'm takin away the ignorance of innocence, s**t is there a difference?

The more I learn the more I know life doesn't make any sense

When I was 5 I just ate candy and played no wisdom yet

We live, we breathe, and we die, and that's all isn't it?

Theres no heaven but if there was I couldn't be a citizen

Now I realize in life there's no door prize or s**t to win

You're just atoms you're the same as the pot that you're pissin in

But you go about your dreamin and your Christenin

And braggin about this beautiful place God has you livin in

But when everything you love has been taken in by Satan's imps

And those suicidal thoughts are hinderin you should've known

You could've solved it when you were listenin to this rhyme happy and your eyes weren't always glistenin

In fact give me a pencil I think I can fit you in

I finally feel like I wrote something worth writing. Let me know if it sucks or not. I like it. The website is the beat I used.

Dreamin

03/23/13

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwlxwIDLXAs

(Prelude)

I remember growin up wonderin who I was

When I was a little kid I would have dreams of tryin to save my mom

But I don't know why

She died each time cause I couldn't save her

I wanted mom's love but she put me off till later

I cried to keep her in my life but I couldn't make her

I would wake up in a sweat shakin from limb to limb

Body shot with a million CC's of adrenalin

But I was calm by the time I put on my Timbalinds

Always listenin to Eminem

Brush my teeth with Fixodent and Listerine

I shaved with a machete and blister cream

Looked in the mirror, call myself Mister Pimp

Now let me tell you about this incident I had

On the way to school of the innocent (yeah right)

I saw this sadistic creep bullying this kid in history

I took sympathy but the bully disagreed

He graciously gave me his fists for free

But the bell rang before he could finish me (Finish Him!)

I hate appearin weak so I grabbed the weapon nearest me

After school I furiously cured the beef

I gave that f***** my opinion free

I stood over his limp body screamin this is MY dominion G! (oohh Fatality)

Armed with sadness fueled with madness

I rhymed him till he was cryin and then I bathed his nose in crimson for good measure

After school detention I felt better

I walked home cause the bus was gone

Walked in saw my sister cryin "What the f*** is wrong?"

She screamed out "My brother's gone!"

Because I had died in my sleep dreamin that my mother's wrong

So I became a ghost haunting the beat in another song

Sometimes I feel like if it was my profession and I could dedicate my time to it, I would just obliterate some of these rappers on the radio who are just horrible. Sometimes I can't believe they made it on the radio. There are so many good artists out there don't just play something because it's attached to somebody's name who's made it before.

Britney Spears vs Jessica Simpson

Carmen Electra vs Eva Mendes

Scarlett Johansson vs Charlize Theron

Keira Knightley vs Lucy Liu

Jennifer Lover Hewitt vs Jessica Biel

Jessica Alba vs Halle Berry

One time in high school on a football road trip my buddies played a prank on me by walking into my stall when I was going number 2. They all proceeded to make fun of me when I folded my toilet paper so I could use it again and they all said they just bunch it up and get another ball after 1 wipe. So, do you fold or bunch?

I am going to create a pure mage on Skyrim for the first time. Usually I'm an assassin so this is very new to me. Any tips I should know about? Any spells that I have to have?

I know you can enchant armor to make any school of magic free to cast. My question is if I invest in the perks in the magic perk tree that allow you to cast spells for half magicka, and I only invest in enchanting 2 pieces of armor, will it then also be free? For example if I invest in the conjuration perk tree for Novice all the way to Master Conjuration that allow for spells to be cast for half magicka, and then I enchant 2 pieces of armor that reduce conjuration cost for 25% each, will the spell be free to cast then? Thanks for your help.

For those who remember the 90's, who were the best looking women?

Excluding age, what is the fantasy team you'd like to have for 1 year to be the ultimate team? Any player you want in the current league can be on your team. And you can play whatever offense or defense you want. If you want 5 receivers and no running back, it's your funeral but go ahead. Here's mine.

QB - Tom Brady (I don't even like him because his team is always so good but he's the ultimate playoff winner)

RB - Of course AP

RB - Arian Foster

WR - Megatron of course

WR - Brandon Marshall - this guy just flat out catches the football

TE - Gronk (just stay healthy please)

LT - Ryan Clady

LG - Iupati

C - Maurkice Pouncey

RG - Mankins

RT - Joe Thomas (I know he plays Left Tackle but he's better than every other Right Tackle so I'm movin him over for the good of the team. Thanks Joe!)

DE - Watt are you talking about? Obviously

DE - Jason Pierre Paul

NT - Haloti Ngata (I know Geno Atkins had an awesome year statistically, but Ngata is an unmovable object and he's my anchor at NT)

OLB - Von Miller - duh

OLB - Aldon Smith - but you gotta be productive year round

MLB - Patrick Willis

MLB - Navarro Bowman - normally I'm a 4-3 kind of guy but I can't not put these 2 middle linebackers in the game

CB - Darelle Revis gets the nod here because I think he comes back as the best corner (and possibly defensive player) and wins comeback player of the year

CB - Charles Tillman

S - Ed Reed

S - Dashon Goldson (I'm gonna roll with 2 free safeties here because I think they're a little better than the Strong Safeties)

I'm running out of books to read.

Can be D-Lineman, Linebacker, or whatever.

If you could add any NFL player to your favorite team who would it be and what is your team? Feel free to explain why.

These 2 guys rang my doorbell asking me to attend their church and if I knew that I would go to heaven when I died. I am spiritual but I don't pinpoint myself to one belief so I just told him I had a lot of different views. What would you have said?

Mine is -

Quarterback - Peyton Manning (regular season), Joe Montana (playoffs)

Halfback - Walter Payton, Barry Sanders

Fullback - Jim Brown

Wide Receiver - Jerry Rice, Don Hutson

Tight End - Tony Gonzalez

Tackle - Anthony Munoz, Forrest Gregg

Guard - John Hannah, Gene Upshaw

Center - Jim Otto

Defensive End - Reggie White, Deacon Jones

Defensive Tackle - Joe Greene, Alan Page

Outside Linebacker - Lawrence Taylor, Jack Ham

Middle Linebacker - Dick Butkus, Ray Lewis

Cornerback - Dick Lane, Deion Sanders

Safety - Ronnie Lott, Paul Krause

You really wanna stick your dick into that ho?

You mine as well dip your wick in Tabasco

Hang yourself with slit wrists from a flagpole

Yeah I’m back with a vengeance

Previous rhymes have been lackin attendance

Not makin a stain not impactin remembrance

I’m not gonna be the one actin defenseless

This is the rhyme gonna make it big hence this

I want to make music that fills the soul

Brings so much pain it breaks your bones

Before I had mistaken your moans

For happiness but let me pop somethin that’ll pump yo ribcage like CPR

Let me make a wish on the evening star

That what you’re hearin on this steel guitar

Has got a big bad beastly roar

Why is it no one believes me jaw

Spits acidic fire balls and leaves me raw

Split you in half from your calf to your a**

Let me retrieve my saw

From your dead body

Everything I say is priestly so people believe me

That you could neva defeat me dog

Anybody who thinks different is completely wrong

Every time I get up here it’s a fight with the mic

With the hope that what’s on the mic will be right

Fight with your flow I just might

Explain that even if you thought what you spit for spite would be tight

You’re such a d*** like the gripe of a dyke

Even if you lift your mic to the night

And ask the audience to grip their light in the night

You’ll see only blackness as I enact this worst night of your life

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Post your battle lyrics. I'll vote for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. Good luck.

My words eat you on the insides they're cancerous

If you think you sting my pride go ahead and rumble with my bumble answer this

How is it that the worst rhyme out of my mouth is disastrous to your blasphemous bleedin banterin?

Cover your eardrums or they might shatterous with hailstones and knock out the whole class of us

You walk around with your chain and your tats actin tough but your delivery is lackin thrust

I see through your blackened trust sometimes your rhymes sound okay but in fact it's luck

In fact you're whack as f***

Soon as I face you to battle you start backin up cause you know as well as I do if we go at it you're gonna get smackted up

Go on about your business chicken sit back and cluck

So you don't get crackered up

By the white dude just pack your stuff

Head back South and write slow songs so you can imagine love

Because you can't compare to me I won don't have to write no more that's enough

The words bleedin from my breath are fresher than Listerine

The stuff you been writin is ridiculously history

I watched your YouTube you've been stumblin every year

The same way in front of me you're crumblin right here

Listenin to you I'm strugglin to fight tears

Each rhyme of mine strikes fear into my black or white peers

Everything I've starved for is hardcore the kind of s*** my mic hears

Is measured in light years with the force of a black hole

Yours is measured in acres of haters of course because you lack soul

After the battle is done and you fumble all your bleeps

You mumble your defeat by a guy who speaks that ignorable heat

Verbs that slash you and leave a horrible leak

I don't wanna hear anymore stick a fork in your beak

Battle me? I'll singlehandedly smoke you and all 4 of your peeps

You got murdered it's the biggest news story of the week

No longer able to go after that glory that you seek

I kidnapped your lady tied her up and explored her physique

Opened the door doin 80 and threw the w**** in the street

Visit your parents listen to what's in store while they sleep

I'll go to their house at 3AM in the morning and creep

To their room light it on fire run out and wait for that horrid stink

Go home relax and pour me a drink

Send this battle out to the world and store it to ink