ANT the RANT Brass Knuckle Poets Society's blog: "Words"

Audiogasm™ said:
remy? where... pass the lemon juice



♂ΆяčнзŦұpє™ (ΜдяQ)♂ said:
Walking around with a bottle of Remy martin, starting shit like some 32 yr old buff cartman [image] ,,, Oh hush Kara lol *REMEMBER*[image]


-Each1 Teach1-BrassKnucklePoet said:
this mufucka....
hahahahahhahaaa.....the barber....cause archy be cuttin heads!



♂ΆяčнзŦұpє™ (ΜдяQ)♂ said:
*That was a spoof Eminem line yo lol, but yea .. The barber... makes me think of Sweeny Todd
Crazy flick, yo...
I ll cuttem from ear hole to a$$hole.
Now ya know... cuz muh bro Drow told ya so
call me barber barbarian.. every bar Im burying
Then raise it higher, now its set again
Resurrect and revamp the status quo
Flex verbally to let my brain's veins show
Radiating light - let muh fire glow
Passionate mafuckr with insightful flows
Come original or Go the hell home
This here for creativity not lameass clones
Jus let words jus fly, chaotic off thy dome
Even if its whack an gay as the traveling gnome
...lol wtfeva blah



ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:
a smart dude, with acute vision,
a smooth villain, make'n astute decisions,
with absolute precision, I assume my position,
without any opposition, made a smooth transition,
to pollute the minds of the children,
download whatever it is that "you is feel'n"
cos I'm sendin my troops to your buildin',
to search your computer, without your permission,
well within my true jurisdiction, we'll find the hidden,
by the time I'm through, your cool will be missin'
we underground, here to shoot through the ceilin'
to where you dudes are chillin',
chances you'll pull through, maybe one in a billion,
my crew, come through, wit more hues than a prism,
cuz my pieces carry more colors than you can envision,
I do it to you, live on television,
reported by canal 34, univision, anchor women,
the only time I loose the rhythm,
is when I shoot the jism, vigor to produce children,
leave it beat up, like a bruised victom
Just Doin' My Thang, like True & Livin'

-Each1 Teach1-BrassKnucklePoet said:

you know that 1 white kid?
that rocked it how you liked it?
despite all yer roadblocks
and passive placed spike strips..
he came to ignite it..
bring many to fire fight it,
infernos on his verbals
lightin up the nite quick!
wow!....he's sick!
a popular consensus..
rockin the outer limits..
leaving egos with indentions..
FUCK honorable mentions
him and so and so where best friends..
then whyd he rip him up
like some non-curable sickness?
and DAMN,
he did it with a quickness..
thats just the way it goes
when yer in the battlezone..
toe to toe with drow?
if i where you id leave him lone..

S-A-double-V - Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:

So, I'mma add a li'l a mo'. If I were you, yeah, I'd leave 'im alone.
That man Drow, Sin? He's bad for ya' bones.
I put down my whiskey, and pick up the flow.
I nod at Rant, and say, "He don't know... "
I'mma get this muthafucka'. Yeah, I'mma let-it-go.
You think you look hard in ya' Dickey's and gold?
Explode you like a Mickey's, when I pick up the chrome...
You had a big mouth, now it's just a big hole.
You stay ready for the club; I stay ready for war.
Touch you with my finger, like ET-phone-home.
A polar bear wit' bloodlust, I'm willin' to roam.
I roll solo, where he-won't-go... Geneva Avenue, to the heart of the 'Sco.
I stay in the zone and I'll merc you on Pro... Tools, when I come of the dome.
Press "record," laugh at you, and slap dap with my bro's.
Tag "SAVV," in ya' serum, on the walls of ya' home...
Bump a li'l 'yo and celebrate with the keef, on top-o'-the-dro'.

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT of Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:

Dub V, brought it LOVELY, above me, is only smoke rings, from when we smoke things, you and your style, is less than coping, you tremble like your lungs when your choking, I'm on the mic emoting, shit-talker provoking, don king, fight promoting, you out there hoping, there's a glitch in the voting, to compensate for the style you don't bring. We VIP velvet roping, we need privacy for when your girl is throating...

♂ΆяčнзŦұpє™ (ΜдяQ)♂

She'a Watergate 'deep throat' king
Ya kiddin me them clowns is joking
While she slobs an bobs I m steady stroking
Passing the L, so drow... Sav, and ant keep toking
Haha yer ho's turned out , got a bukkake soakin
An str8 banged til she's sore an broken
Like Tommy guns that sprayed through Hoboken
Claim ya got alil rhyme?, I ll give ya'a cookie or token?
We impress dead poets, with our words spoken
The muse's light only shines on tha chosen
If I weed lames out, another just grows in
So we keep spittin it
Some of the illest shit
Beware of dogz sign,
Ya might be bit
An that! Is as real as it gets

(jus throw it out.. not dwellin to long)