Thread: Oneironaut's Rhymebook.

A couple of works in progress (More verses left to write on them...):

I'm A Monster
Like fire and brimstone from Heaven, me and my brethren
rain down on you cowards. You're gettin bombed on by veterans.
No pain pills or sedatives, to numb you. No medicine
will remedy this lyrically-based infection setting in.
I stomp on you ants to the beat. Guts I'm steppin in
are flooding the gutters and streets and death is in
the air. Reaping all you gits. Your repetitive,
simplistic bullshit gets me vexed and then crevices
crack open in my footsteps. Each punch blemishes
the earth. Hit you harder than moms did, as little kids.
No repentance for your sins. Your fears are my fetishes.
It's War of the Words. Your crimes are your sentences.
Give a fuck about your dividends, your hoes, or where you're reppin, kid.
I'll eat you alive, just the same - East or West, ya dig?
Go ahead, bitch, fetch the pigs. SWAT won't want to mess with this.
I'm knocking down your towers like a two-mile-tall terrorist.
Some call me a perfectionist, cause I'm so clever with
these tongue-tingling tactics which ransack your rhetoric.
Reduce your rhymes to rubble. Mass blood bath is imminent
when I come around. Poppin' y'all like pills, Pez and M&M's...


Mirrors
No one said life is fair, but all the world's a fun house.
An endless hall of mirrors always psyching everyone out.
People get distracted by the changes in perception
and then they tend to forget to recognize their own reflections.
Short-sighted. Identity goes far beyond our faces.
Look inside and try to learn to find yourself in situations.
For instance; those tears she cried last night, cause you were missing,
were a chance to see yourself. But you blinked, and must have missed it.
You tell her that you love her, knowing that she'll stand beside you,
losing sight of the fact that it's your actions that define you,
not your image. Whether you're outspoken or timid,
or heartbroken or livid, relaxed, jokin' or rigid,
the fact is there's a difference between, acts and intentions.
And life refracts your soul, but reflects no fiction.
Just truth in what you do, you see words come cheaper than pictures.
Be honest with yourself...who do YOU see in the mirrors?


Prototype
Forged in the fires of a mad man's world.
Some call me abomination, they're hatin' the truth I hurl.
Some call me the perfect weapon. I'm wreckin the competition.
Some love me - with none above me - respect and support my mission.
But everyone must admit this: my style's unorthodox like clashing socks.
Built from fallen scraps of the dead Planet Rock.
Been given life by the power of a movement.
Talent surging through my circuits. There's no room for improvement.
The truth is that I'm futuristic, with the tools to prove it.
Like a super-solider suit. You goons ain't ready for this new shit.
Niggaz be spittin hollow points at me like bullets.
But I'm armored to the core and just deflecting all their bullshit.
Got an aura that would scorch the Earth, if I ever went critical,
but programmed to maintain myself, and keep my conflicts minimal.
Beneath all this material, there's a ghost within the digital.
Not a soulless machine. A living, breathing individual.
Heart filled with compassion, until it's time to take action.
Then I'm blastin at bad men like a nuclear reaction.
Fresh off the line and one of a kind, like Robocop.
Patrolling through the times and trying to bring the tyrants to a stop.
A one man army, designed to survive at all costs.
Bombing y'all with art that's set to spark a second renaissance.
But it's a battle hard fought, since the beginning.
There're so few who'll stand beside me, and the enemy is many.
And they're coming out the woodwork - every nook and cranny -
like a colony of army ants campaigning to attack me.
See I, may be a marvel of cosmic engineering,
and able to break opponents with no emotion or feeling,
but damn! When it comes down to it, I'm still mostly human.
Superior firepower but limited distribution.
I'm holding my own, though. Outnumbered by these losers,
like I'm grabbing my nuts on a bus full of drug abusers.
But if I must, I'll sweep up 'til I turn to dust.
Though ya boy could use some backup. Just sayin'. No rush.
Cause if it's now or later, I'mma fight until my last breath.
And if I stand alone I won't regret my actions at death.
Heavenly access. Life is just another passed test.
You think I'm going quietly, go 'head and take one last guess.
I'm causing ruckus. Got you motherfuckers ducking under covers
Tunes got you loony fools Buggin like the Warner Brothers....

Not bad at all bro...I remember when I used to go all Cookie Monster on whack characters in my rhymes too. I liked prototype the best and mirrors was a close second. The punchlines in Prototype is what did it to me. I could see mirrors as more of a poem than just a rhyme, but that's just me.

Thanks, man. Yeah, mirrors is definitely said with more of a poetic vibe than my usual rhymes. I definitely want to take it deeper, but I'm just not all too sure about what else I want to write about, yet.

I love Prototype, also. That's my most recent one. I was thinking about trying to split it up into verses, but I just like it as a steady stream of rhymes. I'll upload an audio file of it, sometime soon.

Well you got 32 bars +8....you could turn something into a hook or you could spit them all, and have the hook come on at the end to a fadeout.

If I throw in a hook, I'll probably cut it off right about there, but I'm thinking about just keeping it going for a couple more bars. I dunno yet. I definitely feel it's not finished yet, because I would have to finish stronger than what I already have at the end.

Just found this audio file in one of my folders. It's a rough draft of the Prototype rhyme.
Prototype Demo by Cognizant1 on SoundCloud - Create, record and share your sounds for free

Not necessarily the beat I plan on keeping with it, but I think it sounds ok for a sound test.

Figured I'd start posting some of the matches from the Rap Battle thread in here, as well!

Oneironaut vs. Mark75

Mark75
There once was a mod they called O'.
He was rather unfunny and slow.
Spam and lulz were Mark's game,
then O' did the same,
Yet just Mark was banned, don't you know?

Oneironaut
Mic check, mic check, is Mark's intelligence on?
Must I remind him of shit the boy knew all along?
Yes we, DV staff, took part in a lil spammage.
And yes, it was LIKE what led Mark to his bannage,
But still, there's a difference. I'm surprised that you missed it.
That's ok, sit back while I summarize the logistics.
We all pulled a prank. Just one bit. Just one day.
But you, Mark, MAKE your mark by always posting that way.
You're predictable as a female's menstrual cycle,
Act like you're unique, but online? There's Millions like you.
And yet, with all this, you skip past one great detail,
You ASKED for your bannage. Want pity? Epic Fail.
But hey, the past is just that. No need to be bitter.
You're a snot, but I love being your babysitter.

Mark75
Hey, babysitter, you're my bitch for the day.
Get making me food while I run and play.
But you're right, fair enough, I skipped over some parts,
such as the crybaby members and the bleeding hearts,
which were whining and pouting as you trolled them for hours,
made a mess of the forum, abusing your powers.
Did anyone mention that your prank was stupid?
Yet correct, it was LIKE what I did:
Like my one little topic, which went away moments after;
had all of the stupid, but none of the laughter.

Oneironaut
Ha! I can't help but laugh at the bullshit you're spoonin' me.
You can't HAVE a bitch, Mark, until you've hit puberty!
You don't have to mention your biased opinion,
We know you're mad cause DV's not your dominion.
So it's no surprise that it's in the past that you wollow.
Yes your topic went away, why can't your ego follow?
We got plenty of laughter with our antics, kid,
But you see what you want, like senile folks on 'cid.
Abusing our powers? What? Pardon me, madame,
But aren't you just mad cause we used 'em and you wish that you had em?
But seriously, all that aside, you're out of your element
You're comic relief, I'll grant you that, but as "tough" you're irrelevant
Especially in this game of rap, though I'm sure you'll ignore it.
I'd say hit me back but I doubt your waning "rep" could afford it.

Mark75
You keep on saying that I'm stuck in the past,
but your "holier than thou" is current since I checked last.
What you just aren't getting other than getting pissed,
is you're attacking a person that doesn't exist.
You're making up some straw man in your head,
telling me about things that I never said, but instead,
of getting caught up in your game,
I think I'll just watch you go down in a flame. The brain,
you claim you have in your skull rattles 'round like a rock,
or maybe it's two.
Regardless, let this truth I speak ring:
On me, about me, you ain't got a thing.

Oneironaut
Hey, I just call 'em like I see em when given the clues
You've got 1,700 posts of evidence, pick that which you choose.
I'm just going off your illusions of grandeur, my man.
Your posts are Always self absorbed, like it was God's plan.
You say I'm killing strawmen? Yo, you best get your facts right,
You just can't see the truth with your head shoved up your backside!
And please...I'm getting pissed? Really, Mark...how could you say this?
Honestly I got more worked up when I slayed Ominus Deus!
But, hey, once again you show you're stuck in hallucinations
On the day you beat me send that snowball in Hell my salutations!
Cause as it stands, here in the physical, you can't match my material,
My spit's deep but your parlor Trix Are For Kids just like the Cereal!
Oh, damn, look what time it is. Round three's up. This match is over.
The foreplay's gotten stale, it's time to pwn you, bitch, bend over!

Mark75
Huh? Come again? Was I supposed to be offended?
By this illusion of domination of which you've pretended?
I'd be on defense, but there's no attack to be defended.
So don't be so quick to think I'll let you mount
all I see is nonsense in high amount,
but as it turns out your word count don't count.

Oneironaut
It's ok, man. I'm here. Try not to head toward the light.
You took a nasty fall from that last lyrical fight.
Just keep your breathing steady, try not to force too much movement.
Next time you try to take me on, try, first, to seek some improvement.
But really, 3 rounds are over. In rap, you're no William Wallace.
You'd know to stop at three rounds but, see, you're still a novice.
Who knows, maybe next time you won't find yourself mounted.
You might even stand a chance! Really....!

....but somehow I doubt it.

(Hehe.)

More to come!

Oneironaut vs. Universal Mind

Universal Mind
Well, I was really leaving an open invitation by calling all of you "little bitches", hoping to battle somebody specific. The people I want to battle the most have not shown up in here yet.

But since you think you're bad enough
to run your mouth at me
when you're nothing but a Florida pooo ssssy
Come on down with your bald head that's hollow
I can't remember...
Does your lady spit or swallow?

Oneironaut
Now why don't it surprise me you'd be talking about my head?
Should I rip you with no mercy or just humor you instead?
Callin me a Florida Pooosssy? Seriously. What's that about?
You just confused cause the last poooossssy you saw shot your punk ass out!
And I didn't run my mouth, I was just mindin my business,
trying to point you in the right direction. This whole thread's my witness.
But since you wanna call me out, then let the games begin,
But it's only fair I call you out that closet that you're in.
I'll take you as an opponent. The more the marrier.
And "does my lady spit or swallow?" Ask your dad. He married her!

Universal Mind
Dear Oneironaut,
The last pooosssy I saw was you in a photo
The one before that was on your ho I call Toto
I was playing about not recalling that she swallows
She's reminding me right now
She'll remind me twice tomorrow
The closet you brought up, and your subconscious caused it
You were sleeping but it heard me and Toto in your closet
You call yourself a moderator
when you're really just a superpimp hater
Don't cry on the way back to your trailer
knowing you've been schooled
and you'll get more schooling later

Oneironaut
You call the ho you fuck Toto? Ha! In actuality
I'm not surprised your pet name for her relates to beastiality.
Your mentality's twisted. I knew this all along,
but it takes a wack-job to name his mistress after A Dog!
But hey, whatever floats your boat. If that's the shit that you're into
I've got a lonely German Shepard you're welcome to attend to.
Despite your alias, we know your cluelessness is limitless.
Universal Mind? You should be renamed Local Ignorance!
You're no hindrance to my reign when it comes to this battle
Tried to dump on me but found yourself up Shit's Creek with no paddle.
So fight the current while I prepare to X you off of my checklist.
I'm done with you at just Round Two. Round Three will be your pearl necklace.

Universal Mind
The reason that I once came up with the name
Toto for your superslutty ho that I bang
is that the grand master mac daddy pimp that I am
has so many hoes that the bottom hoochies stand
out as something so much less than the top notch
goddesses in my mass supply of biotch
Too bad your fat mama couldn't meet my need
except decades ago when I planted the seed
of the punk ass special ed bitch called Oneironaut
who loves to fuck real dogs but just hasn't been caught

Oneironaut
Third and final round. Shit is final now, Gather round,
and witness the demise of ol' Universal Da Clown.
Talking bout he's got squads of females, like he fucks entire teams,
Guess it's appropriate, seeing as how this is a website 'bout our dreams.
Oh, just so you know, UM, I don't mean to imply you're slow,
But I used the "yo' momma" angle 'bout, oh, say, a round ago.
It's all good, though, you were just panicking, dude.
If I was looking wack as you, I'd have tried anything, too!
And did you say "daddy mac?" Look, Gramps is bringing back past words!
Figures you'd quote from Kriss-Kross, like them, your style is ass-backwards!
You should have heeded the parental advisory, slut,
Now look. You're cold and the undertaker's sizing you up.
Will see, in time, if you'll want more or will just bury the hatchet.
So long, UM. Somebody help me carry this casket.

Universal Mind
Oh, okay, running away you say?
That's what I thought when I first set out and fought
Oneironaut my crybaby son I taught
not to cower out in the midst of his onslaughts
of crying while struggling to spit out his store bought
lameness, so much the same as
a chihuahua barking bolting from a bad great dane's ass
Kriss Kross's Mac Daddy/Daddy Mac was the name
of one of your heroes that's the source of your game?
The term mac daddy was big before your idols,
and it looks like their method is your rap game Bible
Now that I know where your fanship lies
I can laugh some more at how your nursery rhymes died

Oneironaut
Alright, so it’s been a minute, but now I’m back in the cipher.
Battles are flying everywhere. Calm down, folks, don’t be so hyper!
Organize your bouts. Cold and Jeff are doing this like it was meant to be.
I’ll give them props for now, but worry, I’ll slay them eventually!
UM, I saw your post-bout spit. I know you’re holding back the tears.
Don’t cry cause our battle’s over, just like your rap career.
See I’d love to indulge the whims of all the whack rappers I’m meetin,
But I’m a lil too busy to cater to suckaz who can’t let it go when they’re beaten.
Not trying to duck out, though, or deny you your pleasure,
So I killed you in this spit as well, for good measure.
But it’s time to move on, now. I’ve paid my respects,
Rest in peace now, UM. It’s been fun. Now who’s next?
Ah, Xox. Sorry, kid. Almost forgot about you.
But I’m sure, even absent, I still would have topped you.
You sure you really wanna go through with this challenge?
Might wanna take a few years to practice. Restore the balance.
Cause now it’s uneven. Take this as a warning.
You’re better off gaining your fame in a porn ring.
Cause here, in this battle, you’re facing deletion
You’ll call me Master by this battle’s completion.