Remember back when, all the money that I had spent,
Even all the lies that you said, and the truth told but were bent,
I can’t forget you, you are embedded in my vault of deception,
For all of your false conceptions of truth made me only remember you.
I may be tipsy but I am surely not drunk,
Don’t you dare trying to game me, I might have to pop the trunk,
There is no coming back from what I have in store,
What I got they don’t even check for at the door.
My cup is filled to the top, I take a shot of drank to the head and I won’t stop,
I feel the world moving around me, I try to catch it but keeps turning non-stop,
My taste buds explode from the contents of my drink, mind blown I can’t really think,
I pour and pour to refill, I want to be faded, I keep it going like a chain, linked.
These bullies at school tried to punk me for my lunch money,
They must of thought I was a fool and simply a slum dummy,
I reached for my tool, they thought the move was quite funny,
But actually the move was pretty smooth watch how they run from me.
Damn homie you lie all the time,
You lie about everything in your rhymes,
I try to get you to stop, so you can tell no lies,
But you will keep at it until your life is on the line.
#diedlying
Jixi Fox
The Creative Nemesis
jixifox.me
Liar Liar is one of my all times favorite movie. Jim Carrey was so awesome and one of his best movie.
red bikini, blue jeans and a mic in hand (Photo credit: aldask)
Hand me the mic so I can spit a sick verse,
So wild and crazy yet I don’t even need to curse,
With a wicked rhyme scheme that quenches thirst,
Of the thirsty rappers and hip-hop community with blessed ears,
That knows true lyricism and masterful mic skills,
I reach for my pen to bleed ink on these pages,
Of all the pain and struggles I felt keeping from going insane,
It’s a shame my words won’t echo over the ear waves to feed the needy,
But it will surely beat up the block, streets and local open mics,
Who welcome young emcees to stand up and rip the mic,
So as I sit there waiting for my name to be called,
I am breathing heavily thinking on my delivering and growing some balls,
So once I hear my name jumping out the speaker box while crowd looks around,
I shall pour out my heart and be true to who I am as I put it down,
So hand me the mic so I can let loose some bars, a freestyle or a sick cypher,
And make sure my mic is loud because I want the whole world to hear me now.
Loaded up all my guns because I am about to shoot,
Got so many bullets in my arsenal, I don’t know what hell I am doing,
I think I am going to put the trigger, test me if you think I am a liar,
The quicker we are to the truth, I let the rounds of fast, rapid fire.
(No one was harmed in the making of this, it’s just lyrics of thought.)
