I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship...
And I know soon come my time For in mine void a pale horse burns But I fear not the time I'm taken Past the point of no return. Wage war like no tomorrow Cuz no hell there won't be one For all who deny the struggle The triumphant overcome
Trips to where, few have been Out of thin air, upon high winds Rites begin when the sun descends Have felt what few will ever know Have seen the truth beneath the glow, Of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow I am below, so far below The bottom line Transmitting live, transmissions rise From the depths out of controlled by Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds 'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine To ride the waves, of unrest Made to make me shine as a testament To why the ways of the blind will never get Shit but shanked by my disrespect Dismiss this life, worship death Cold blood night of serpent's breath Exhaled like spells from the endlessness In the bottomless wells of emptiness Channeled to invoke what we represent
Secret order Elitist horde of Creeping fire Seizing power Riders of the lupus hour Eye on palm Time is gone Moonlight drawn Fly til dawn Sacrifice to rise beyond Deep inside the violent calm Of the coming storm In blood sworn To glorify and for life adorn With all that dies to become unborn
I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship... I am the beast I worship
In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns Curve like psychotropic scythes And smell of torn flesh bled dry By hell swarms of pestis flies Vomiting forth flames lit by An older than ancient force That slays this life with no remorse
The spiral storm Of flames inside The torch I raise The force I ride
Feel my vessel go up in flames Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed Direct connection to the source Vestment of unnatural force Forever burning black torch Wisdom of the old and true Possessed by the chosen few Shining to reveal the ways Of a darkness that pervades All that is and ever was Inferno of witches blood
Worship is not on bended knee Nature knows not of mercy To pray is to accept defeat Power pisses on the weak Bow and beheaded by the beast Beggar on a bitches leash Scum is desperate for relief Worship is the way I ride Witching currents through the eye Of storms that force the false to die Worship the flames with which I rise Into apocalyptic skies
Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone In splintered skeleton I roam Wastelands with not to call my own But the path I walk alone The hunger burns, within my gut As my bones turn into dust
And I know soon come my time For in mine void a pale horse burns But I fear not the time I'm taken Past the point of no return Wage war like no tomorrow, know well there wont we one For all who deny the struggle The triumphant overcome ...
I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship... I am the beast I worship
Nolan Gray
Rimbaud was an edgy teen who went on a bender across Europe with a man over twice his age pounding him up the ass the whole way because he thought that was the only way to become an authentic artist. I really don't see how mc ride compares to him at all.
Carson Williams
>Close my eyes and sees it
wow
Gabriel Long
Remove >Dismiss this life, worship death >Cold blood night of serpent's breath >Exhaled like spells from the endlessness >In the bottomless wells of emptiness >Channeled to invoke what we represent
and you have a radical nietzschean
David Davis
>I close my eyes and seize it
Isaac Foster
I actually think these lyrics are quite good.
Jaxson Scott
MC Ride was born in the wrong era. 2-300 hundreds years ago he would have been hailed as a genius, a new kind of man, a paragon for the black race in a time of rampant racism. Instead he was born in a time in which no artist can be great anymore. Some people will read and understand his lyrics, even less people will actually analyze them. In the end, even if he was a real, poetic, infinitely original genius no one will remember him as such.
Isaiah Smith
>Responsibility's cool, but there’s more things in life >Like getting your dick >Rode all fucking night
What did he mean by this
Aiden Sullivan
Since God is dead, there's no need for people to feel responsible about anything
Joshua Russell
...
Hunter Wilson
>Volcano pussy melt your peter like ice
Luis Rogers
Does MC Ride even write the lyrics?
Joseph Bell
but those who know, know.
Kevin Baker
I can't imagine such lyrics not going with his extremely idiosyncratic delivery. The words cannot be separated from his particular flow.
Matthew Myers
no, mozart is his ghost writer
Adrian Hill
And that's enough. It's like this with all quality things, people, everything. Only quality people know.
Brayden Morgan
what a pathetic thread
Daniel Thompson
Stephen is actually a good lyricist though
Colton Ramirez
Who is Stephen
James Stewart
Stephen Burnett AKA MC Ride
Nathan Thomas
MC Ride is Stefan...
Aiden Martinez
yes since you posted on it!
Jaxon Stewart
Wrong, it's actually sTefαn
Asher Lee
thats actually pretty good does he have anything else that good or is he a one trick pony?
Charles Lopez
Teenagers ITT thinks this constitutes poetry
Samuel Jackson
post gud pottery
Kayden Nelson
what is people's criticism of these lyricis beside "b-but it's edgy"
Evan Nguyen
>Veeky Forums poster think he knows what constitutes as poetry and what doesn't
Lincoln Richardson
What's some good edgy poetry?
Mason Gomez
Read any poetry collection you fucking plebs
Gavin Fisher
its dogshit to anyone who actually reads. nobody cares though its only music lyrics
but ezra pound sucks donkey nuts. he ruined the literary world by pressuring joyce into publication.
Tyler Bennett
If you think a bunch of /mu/ lyrics can be considered poetry you have to kill yourself right now. Also, learn some different language, since le fucking english memelanguage is the furthest thing from poetry you can think of.
Owen Ross
You're a retard desu. England and Persia are the only two nations with poetry worth reading outside of the classics.
Zachary Lewis
Have you read his stuff in Blast Magazine?
Even if that were a bad thing, he also helped H.D. get published, and she's basically unparalleled in her type of stuff.
Owen Martinez
Note for future viewers of this inevitable 200+ reply thread: nothing will be worth reading as Veeky Forums has absolutely zero clue about poetry, case in point: thinking a hack musician from a meme band popular on /mu/ is a poet
Maybe you should reread some modernists, because I don't think you understand Stefan's work. Try Leda and the Swan again, you'll get it this time.
Anthony Stewart
He probably is some pleb who thinks baroque is the peak of art and culture, he will never get it
Oliver Davis
Im not replying seriously to you plebs
Go read some books you charlatans
Sebastian Allen
Go away you swine
Jace Powell
I do read, you discount someone, because of (i'm assuming here) their vulgarity without understand its place in their work.
Isaac Sanders
define poetry
Cooper Hernandez
eh
Joshua Evans
>i should stick with this semantic argument to shroud my lack of knowledge and experience
Jackson Lewis
If you are saying something isn't real poetry, you should at lesst know what poetry means
Not even the user, but I'm trying to form an opinion here
Owen Cook
Go and read definitions written by actual scholars and actually read poetry and then maybe you will realise why that meme musician is the furthest thing from a poet
Christopher Murphy
>I should stick to calling people plebs and refuse to put forth any sort of argument to shroud my lack of knowledge and experience
William Hall
He has a better understand of cadence than you do, and by extension, meter and breath.
hating on death grips is the plebiest thing ever they translate the zeitgeist perfectly into everything they do
Blake Ward
Good one Holy crap it keeps getting cringier
Had death grips replaced post hardcore as what edgy teens listen to?
Adrian Sanchez
>le fucking english memelanguage Not so fast, kiddo! You must be 18 to post here.!
Jace Reed
I BREAK MIRRORS WITH MY FACE IN THE UNITED STATES i break mirrors with my face in the united states i break mirrors with my face in the united states everything rigged at this place its not me don’t break my concentration with those thoughts baby i don’t care about real life feel just like i look to you gawk at me all you see is you anyday trip mayday trip can’t break my face i’m in a state trip spit on you spit on me all we know spit must be us spit fits us we spit and sniff we sniff and clutch each other’s fate i don’t care about real life i break mirrors with my face in the united states too many mirrors share my face can’t braillele which mirrors my mistake too many mirrors wear my face these broken mirrors take my place i don’t care about real life too many mirrors share my face can’t braille which mirrors my mistake i break mirrors with my face in the united states
Joshua Perry
Vomit
Oliver Robinson
seriously, revisit the modernists (and finally read Charles Olson)
Aaron Mitchell
have a sad cum bb
Kevin Morales
Shut up
William Phillips
I'm just trying to give you a framework in which you can understand his aesthetics more thoroughly, the hostility is unneeded.
Jonathan Rodriguez
I know his aesthetics and they are terrible and unoriginal
Zachary Howard
>I know
Jose Parker
I genuinely don't think you do.
Jack Cook
PSS PSS i saw you doing peace signs with the fbi might've tried that in the future before so don't lie all dead dogs go to heaven cause dumb bitches let them in they're just racist and they wanna fuck god chills out cause she doesn't touch this is where i don't come in this is where i have been maybe have a sad cum baby i fuck it out and i dip dip dip drop you like asses and you trip trip trip i can't stop it when i drip drip drip you can't stop it when you drip drip drip i piss on your face like i'm pss pss pss you lick up the place like you're pss pss pss we pick up the pace like we're pss pss pss i'm the fuck you're chasing like pss pss pss pss pss pss my shits been retarded since beginning of time i'm up in your party like sickest one line i'm the only thing ever on my mind you're one of those things i never rewind i'm coming out your pocket like carving pools with my jewels i'm throwing heebie jeebies like itunes the cars that go boom these are my gold bars melted on spoons my junk hits like martial law you nod like true i fuck it out and i dip dip dip drop you like asses and you trip trip trip i can't stop it when i drip drip drip you can't stop it when you drip drip drip i piss on your face like i'm pss pss pss you lick up the place like you're pss pss pss we pick up the pace like we're pss pss pss i'm the fuck you're chasing like pss pss pss pss pss pss if i were her and she was him we would go and fuck ourselves again and again life is very dangerous and it wants to rearrange us like your friends like the end show me into target and i'll show you how i bought it with my mind in my mind touch it out in the parking lot fuck me while while the whole world watch us waste our time i fuck it out and i dip dip dip drop you like asses and you trip trip trip i can't stop it when i drip drip drip you can't stop it when you drip drip drip i piss on your face like i'm pss pss pss you lick up the place like you're pss pss pss we pick up the pace like we're pss pss pss i'm the fuck you're chasing like pss pss pss pss pss pss
Hunter Rivera
English and poetry are literally like cats and dogs. At the antipodes.
Friendly advice: leave poetry to Italy, France, Spain. Your poetic results tend to suck shit.
Christian Baker
Yeah:
Tsk tsk tsk My terracotta army Disarms me Disowns me Also also also Mr. Ripley told me Hit play highway hocus ain't much more highway Can ride me My dead mother in my dream Remember when December blew her ashes 'cross my jeans Off these jeans Somethings only I have seen Some people only I have been Used to know who I was Fuck if I knew who that was Pay no mind, illogical Just don't die in a hospital Oh yeah I should be worried Oh yeah I'm temporary
Colton Evans
>My dead mother in my dream >Remember when December blew her ashes 'cross my jeans >Off these jeans >Somethings only I have seen >Some people only I have been >Used to know who I was >Fuck if I knew who that was >Pay no mind, illogical >Just don't die in a hospital >Oh yeah >I should be worried >Oh yeah >I'm temporary :(
Alexander Sullivan
it's despicable but there's undeniable talent behind the writing. nothing else posted (I assume that it's all from the same person) has been good.
Daniel Lewis
NOBEL WHEN O B E L
W H E N
Isaac Hughes
>got him
Carter Reyes
this thread fucking sucks, can't you see it?
Hudson Mitchell
what do you mean?
Evan Rogers
damn... poetry
Jason Torres
He's good, I was actually surprised. The best poem in this thread is, in my opinion, the first one.
This one guy who keeps saying this poetry has no merit is a butthurt faggot and, probably, just a reader.
Connor Robinson
u should try this book
Elijah Wilson
He should try suicide as well
Jeremiah Lopez
woah... btfo
Grayson Peterson
Don stepped outside It felt good to be alone He wished he was drunk He thought about something he said And how stupid it had sounded He should forget about it He decided to piss, but he couldn't (A plane passes silently overhead)
The streetlights, and the buds on the trees, were still
It finally came, he took a deep breath It made him feel strong, and determined To go back inside
The light Their backs The conversations The couples, romancing, so natural His friends stare With eyes like the heads of nails The others Glances With amusement With evasion With contempt So distant With malice For being a sty in their engagement Like swimming underwater in the darkness Like walking through an empty house Speaking to an imaginary audience
And being watched from outside by no-one (a song without a key)
He could not dance to anything Don left And drove And howled And laughed At himself He felt he knew what that was
Don woke up And looked at the night before He knew what he had to do He was responsible In the mirror He saw his friend
Josiah Scott
kys wojak
Jaxson Ross
>teaching bitches how to swim
What did MC ride mean by this?
Angel Sanchez
Pena, her little head clinking Like a barrel of red velvet balls full past noise Treats filled her eyes Turning them yellow like enamel-coated tacks Soft like butter, hard not to pour Out enjoying the sun While sitting on a turned-on waffle iron Smoke billowing up from between her legs Made me vomit beautifully And crush a chandelier Fall on my stomach And view her from a thousand happened faucets Liquid red salt ran over crystals I later band-aided the area Sighed, oh well, it was worth it Pena pleased, but sore From sitting chose to stub her toe And view the white pulps Horribly large in their red pockets "I'm tired of playing baby," she exclaimed And out of a blue felt box Let escape one yellow butterfly the same size Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms That moved in tuck and rolls That clacked and whispered in their confinement Three little burnt scotch taped windows several yards away Mouths open to tongues that vibrated and lost saliva Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries"
Legitimately good
Isaac Garcia
t. Gaga
Connor James
Not really, no.
Ethan Richardson
This is the best poem of this century
Brody Bailey
You're all stupid faggots, it's Gwen Stafani.
Dylan Cooper
H.D.?
Samuel Long
yeah
Jonathan Diaz
genuinely bad, sounds alright with the music though pretty much the opposite of how death grips works
Oliver Myers
>For all who deny the struggle >The triumphant overcome shit you're right