Day 101 (Free Rhyme: Frontline)

eNVy:

I spit the sickest thread,
fabric, this shit’s the linen
my pen is high, it can reach the ceilin
my penicillin
Fixin to blow, collecting dozens, spreadin virgin women
Killin the f**kin villian, colder than a penguin chillin
I’m sikh-er than Mr. Singh with his bloody head-wrap
Saran cling to the beef, i’m snatchin the f**kin bread that’s
broken at dinner tables, you chokin I’m canning Abel
Open you like the f**kin Grand Slam Open on Cable
Matt Damon, your shit’s departed, I barely farted
and still garnered more fans, my shit’s what they hearted
I’m harder than H.A.M, K-West and the Jiggerman
Harder than concrete walls backin’ the Hoover Dam
Spit bars like I’m eatin’ chocolate but allergic
You get bodied like Sasha Fierce was being murdered
I’m vainer than a f**kin sock in the wind
Sockin’ your chin, flyer than an eagle flockin in the wind//

I’m so fly, no bail, I’m a flight risk
Care Bear kind with rhymes of the nicest
I shift keys, make capitals the typers
Dope off the corner for them heads like a stylist (x 2)

Outfox you like the fire vixen in your browser
Fixin’ to make a meal like the activist Dr. Dougie Howser
Wowzer, doper than powder up their schnowzer
I use action verbs, these words speak louder
Jump on the bandwagon, I’m draggin like Volkswagen
Kitted and fitted up, I’m spittin flames like a folk dragon
I write braggin, go deeper than pornstars gaggin’
Keepin’ it hotter than pipes in molten fibre glass draggin’
Whatever flows to go or whatever sets sail,
my bars bridges like boundaries in the best jails
I box niggas like web folders from sent mail
I leave tracks like slime trails behind snails
Prolific with the script
terrific with the gift
Lethal when I shift
the earth beneath like tectonic rifts
Doper than blood on sniper bullets
I gotta get a mic for this
you’re fightin’ with a finalist,
primal and he got Mike Tyson fists//

I’m so fly, no bail, I’m a flight risk
Care Bear kind with rhymes of the nicest
I shift keys, make capitals the typers
Dope off the corner for them heads like a stylist (x 2)

Day 355 (Free Rhyme: In the Moment)

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eNVy:

This is for everyone who thought I’d never make it.
I made it like the Chinese, go on and take it.
Skinhead at the barber’s, you can’t fade it.
When they fallin’, they leave, that’s when I rake it.
Skinny genes, Nairobi-born with the hunger,
You did a shitty job in a pot with a plunger,
so my words that crack bent over like a plumber,
but still a taser-gun, number one stunner,
I stick it to you like a drummer, bummer,
Sprung on Hip Hop like the season before Summer.
Cooler than the other side of the pillow,
Master the track when I whip it like Willow
I’m on top of the hill, armadillo
Marley missionary on a continental pillow
Top of the castle like Rapunzel at the window
Back in the 90s when I rob Van Winkel
I make ’em smile at the expression, dimples
Face lines for the wise, wrinkles.//

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Caught in the moment, I’m slapping her raw skin
A slave to the moment, I guess I was forced in
Pushed back inhibitions like foreskin
I’m all in, hands up at an auction
Competition down under like Auckland
Attractive with the art like I’m spittin endorphins
In the flow of the sharks, you’re a dolphin
Me and the beat go together, Olsen
joint at the hip…hop whilst I’m recordin’
answer my call like a plane that’s boardin’
I think I’m Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Had you swimming with the fish, barracuda
Even in a chicken coop, the flow prettier than a Mini Cooper
Connect the dots for emcees, sharp-shooter
Drop gems like a clumsy corner-shop jeweller
Drop the hot shit, grab a pooper scooper
Super duper, disturbing the peace, Luda.
the true measure of a king, I calibrate your ruler
On top of this metropolis, Lex Luther
About to blow in the biggest way, touba
Nothing below the belt I keep it clean, true sir.//

Day 32 (Free Rhyme: Power)


Mood:

Mode: Lyriquement

Thoughts:

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eNVy:
Strong arm of the Congo, fist of Zimbabwe
Mobutu Seseseko, Robert Mugabe
Omar Al-Bashir, Egypt’s Mubarak Hosni
Fidel Castro didnt last your cigar country
They all love the taste of power and some would kill
I’m powerful like Kim Jong Ill
I’m Ill
I hold on to mics in the same blood its spilled
the people needed a leader and now the post is filled
Private bag or private box, the post is filled
Registered mail, drop the wax, the post is sealed
My rule is calibrated, celebrated, autocratic
also the people’s choice, the voice is automatic
call me the new Caesar, address you like a salad
Loving the rap throne like Honda do a ballad
I spit the hottest acid, the best I’m like a canon
challenging me is like flinching whilst the dog is rabid
second my every motion like echo ad-lib
They forced my hand, now they’re in the gallows looking padded
You cant withstand my power
Power, you fat bastard
I’m the engineer, y’all had been mastered
I’m the power with Mic like Myers
This is a goodyear, opposition tires
I chuck the Demas and his Pliers
then I’m starting fires
They put the power in the eNVy, the residue in wires
I’m the hoffmeyr, pharmaceutical flyers
I word it back like a rental from a car hire
we should call you princess, your future is dire
I’m the global credit crunch, you’re a car buyer

I move in regiments, Shaka Zulu
Gang is like Chaka Khan, shock you till you doodoo
I’m pissed off like a susu, my train of thought choochoo
Get a ticket or get pounded like cassava fufu
No bail, no peace, no Desmond Tutu
They call me timeless clock like a frikin broken cuckoo
I got your power, call me Esco
then I take it back like the chair that you rest on
I’m Mr. Braille paper the one that you impress on
Power to the people, the presses say I’m Spiegel
Right direct and I’m taking the lead like Steven Seagal
The challenges are minor, like they’re barely legal
they’re making peanuts like Charlie Brown and the freaking Beagle
Feel my power like collapsing in the southern steeple
They want my power, Mini-me’s and Doctor Evils
We watching tivos, stop and rewind
y’all can see, powerfully inclined
I’m a power tool, mustang design
Epitome of power, powerfully defined……

Day 18 (Free Rhyme: Cloudvilliany)


Mood:

Mode: Lyriquement

Thoughts:

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eNVy:

She was like something I’d never seen
something that inspired me to dream
something like a fire with a gleam
her eyes were like a beam
struck me down with a smile
drives me wild when she speaks
She put herself out there and I ended up going in
And we ended up pretending that we’re friends
till the window opened up
And I didnt hope to touch
I only wanted to crush her perceptions of her “One”
If its love, go ahead and get the dress and the ring
But if not, no stress, you can rest in my dreams
Only blessings and things
Didnt want to do the stalemate
We tried taking it slow,
but drifted apart at a snail’s pace.

I loved you even before we met
Heaven-sent, better yet a treasure chest
I hadnt opened but I was hoping you considered this
Last thing on my mind was to try get a kiss
I’d rather get in your mind,
Looks fade like the movie credits
I wrote you letters, I was so pathetic
if your desires moved you my way, I hoped you let it
So we could live it up till we’re old and decrepit
there’s nothing better
Didnt wanna start trouble but she made my heart flutter
When I see her, I still start to stutter
Like…
Lord why am I so gone?
Been through this so many times
yet I write these words
not even really sure why I feel this strong
Wait, let me stop. before the lever pops
more than martinees and dinner dates
I need a lady to feed me, can you fill my plate?
I got the vision so I need you fulfill my fate
and all that fighting and arguing will only seal our fate
Baby, my heart isnt shaped, it’s still raw
It’s still beats like before and it’s still yours.
Real talk, I am dying to live for you
M and C, give anything for you
Say the word, lay still for you
Still.
Thought I was over this phase till
I saw a wall covered with spray paint that said “WAIT!”

Day 3 (Free Rhyme: I Wanna Know)

Mood:

Mode: Lyriquement

Thoughts:

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eNVy:

I admit I dont like starting over, but I’ll give it a shot
Playing off our vibe, I wanna see if you’re with it or not
Maybe? Maybe we can fall in love?
call it a bust or fall into lust?
I got a crush
and the chance of to act on it and explore it.
Used to be shy, but I made a promise not to ignore it
if somebody like you came.
I know you’re tired of dudes running the same old game
I’ll introduce you to some things.
Wait, wait. Lemme start slow and get to know you:
Maybe you like to eat, maybe you like to creep
My bad, thats just my flesh speaking
Stress creeping, slipping in my mind it gets to me sometimes.
Lady, talk to me, let me glance into your mind.
I know you’re fine but if I scratch the surface, what will I find?
Have I hit the jackpot or discovered a crackspot?
Whatever its going to do, I’d rather it be with you.
You know?

Pretty brown with your eyes so
focussed on my spirit, I can feel you with my eyes closed.
Its only been a minute, trying to figure out where the times goes
mind’s gone, keep guessing where this vibe’s going..
I’ve been watching for a minute,
not a stalker but I’m peeping,
learnt alot without speaking
to you.
The way you carry yourself when no one’s looking.
Do you have luggage or baggage?
I’m forever studying your actions.
Did your last one do you dirty and he left you so upset?
or did you dust it off and let him roll off your chest?
Lady, I’m so impressed,
Better yet I’m so intrigued
Nice shape, but I couldnt care less how fit in those jeans.
I wonder you if I can crown you,
could you lead as a queen?
or do you roll with Jezebel, overthrowing kings?
Would you support my dreams and trust me with your own?
Do you have any friends? do they respect your space?
or everytime we beef, they’ll be persuading you to skate?
Are you so independent where you feel like you dont need a man?
Are you content with where you are, not trying to expand?
Do you watch your words when you speak?
Do you listen to the music of life’s words or just the beat?
Would you rather sing along
or experience this life from a different perspective
and still feel special?

These are questions that I ask
not because im picky
I just dont want to repeat the past
all these scars on my heart are from lashes that I took
trying to make my forever her’s, now I’m better for it
If it’s cool then lets move forward
I see a shining in the distance, lets move towards it
If you become my diary, will you take what’s inside me and mock me with it
or lock it despite the difference?
There’s a lot of women walking around aimless
wanting to be cinderellas and upset they cant obtain it
Are you willing to open up because the past creates dangers
Would you push me to the side as soon as fate hits?
Are you familiar with a gym? Do you stay fit?
So, how intimate are you with Christ?
Everyday or just on Sundays after Saturday night lights?
Do you have man issues? Was your daddy home? Did he beat your mother?
Is it that? Do you think I’ll be another?
Do you see me as the man or just another fan?
Would you feel me if I cry or would you drown it out?
Would you take me as I am or would you try to change me?
We can grow but my roots are old so you cant shape me
into what you expect
So I can just give you my best and if that’s not good enough, well…

NEXT!

Day 362 (Free Rhyme: Dealing With It)

Mood:

Mode: Lyriquement

Thoughts:

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eNVy:

Yeah, I hate to stay away
waiting from day to day
Praying the ways would change
and intruders invading my space
I pace back and forth in place
Dealing with self-hate
Wishing I could escape
to a time when it was just me and her
No road blocks, lights low under covers with the doors locked
I was her no. 1 fan, had me star-struck
Swam across the moat to the castle but her walls up
she said we could never be an item
But every dude she date she wants me to be like me
or like me
But baby understand what you see is what you get
If you cant take me as I am
we’d be,
better off
better not
they stare when we’re together
let them talk, let them watch
coz they see what we feel
but we’re no longer there
we’re no longer a pair
so I’m shouldering what love gave me
and trying to deal with it.

Day 358 (Free Rhyme: Monster)

Mood:

Mode: Lyriquement

Thoughts:

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eNVy:

Monster, Monster
I’m a frickin monster
Try me in the Hague, Charles Taylor is an impostor
Cut these heads off, I’m a chopper helicopter
Put the hammer to the beat and crack it like a lobster
Catch it and hack it with a ratchet like frickin contra
Indications are indicating that I’m a mobster
My monster trash up your monster and win a frickin Oscar
You need a bodyguard, better yet Kevin Costner
A monster, Mr. Hyde, Jekyll is the sponsor
Turn into a beast spilling streets costra nostra
Stalker, chasing Johnnie Walker with a vodka
then sit up in the front like a frickin street hawker//

Head-throbbin i’m ghoul and goblin
gobbling emcees who be stanking leg wobblin
teeth up in the flesh, its a mess and i’m frolickin
Biggest kidder yet on the planet and no chloroquin?
the dark force take course while he’s sippin on a heineken
they’re panickin he’s pulling their strings like frickin mannequins
Lightbulb moment brighter than halogen
the world is my cloverfield and I’m ravagin’//

Monster, monstrosity, maximum ferocity
possibly linked to the worst of the world’s atrocity
anomaly, crash the planet like the world economy
Fangs in her neck and i’m drinkin that blood sloppily//
Yeah, this is a Cannibal lecture
Idi Amin meets Hannibal Lecter
Executioner, the lethal injecter
Killer for specimens, Kavorkian doctor
Eating souls like a dog in a Foot Locker
Toe-tagger, there’s No Limit, the Silk Shocker//
Monster like a frickin energy drink
Killer juice, killer food with a pattern of ink
stabbed with my vocab, wash it off in the sink
awful to think he did them suckers in on the brink
Ice cold like the bodies on skates in a rink
Keep your eyes open coz I’ll make a move when you blink
Other voices dont make it easy to think//
They put a nuclear mind of Einstein on Frankenstein
Ticked off like bombers out in the Palestine
Combine the onslaught of the students in Colombine
Rhyme boom bristle, see them fists from my punchlines?
I’m a star so your sun’s getting outshined
bar for bar like the sketch niggas outline//

Monster, I’m a frickin monster
try me I’m the biblical plague, AIDS is an impostor//

Day 355 (Free Rhyme: Ultra)

Mood:

Mode: Lyriquement

Thoughts:

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eNVy:

Super duper with cream like Latrell
Smurf niggas feeling blue and I’m gargamelle
Heavy rotation on your station like a carousel
playboy in your bunny like a duracell
you’re a bus-boy your middle name is Caravelle
my name is stuck in your teeth like toffee caramel
Stand in my shine like a solar powered cell
Shake the planet the reason the Babel Tower fell.
Pour on the shower gel
so funky we need to wash out the sour smell
I break the yoke and I break the shell
Double XL I’m Maxwell and I’m ringin bells//
I bring that awesomeness that you just cant alter
manifest high performance shell ultra
embedded in my culture like the net I keep it ultra
I’m so sick of a hit I flock a hungry vulture
Spit profanities i’m so vulgar
if I swallowed these words I’d get a friking ulcer
Yeah I’m so ultra
you’re not with the movement, you’re a frickin sculpture
pusha-man i’m the porter,
i oughta go out to where the sick verbal slaughter
the music sells itself like a drink of bottled water
Sells itself better on the pave than your cheap slutty daughter//

Day 323 (Free Rhyme: Mannequin)

Mood:

Mode: Lyriquement

Thoughts:

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eNVy:

[Chorus]

Is it the man in the suit
or the suit on the man?
the beat or the emcee
the mic in my hand?
I compete with an emcee
or fight for his stan?
fight to gain sight
make it right, understand?

Verse 1:

Emcee or the deejay both Jamaican relay
team be dancing with a stroll light beams
that you make you look slick like a Timberlake scene
could it be the flashing lights that make the dance moves clean?
moon walker, alcohol smooth talker
without the liquor in your system, could you talk her
into giving you her number
would you win?
False courage is the spirit in the gin
Is it the merchandise they say its packagin’?
A wolf in sheep’s clothes she loathes for marketing
I cant compromise the music, no bargainin’
I’m all in aces of spades on my cardigan
the mic, the stage, the lights, the platform
what’s the best part, when you watch eNVy perform
Yeah/
So I ask…

[chorus]

Verse 2:

Uh uh uh how can it be?
they screaming like the instrumental for Grammy family
no consequence or influence from the west
I listen to my heartbeat so I model on the best
I confess about winning my type game obsessed
the object is to beat up the beat in a contest
emcees fleeing the scene like its bomb threat
a Sadaam jet, napon lyrics are harm sent
punchlines steady murder your body is blessed
so if the beat stop then its in cardiac arrest
Attack of the heart, I play my part
spit the art exhibited in frames and flamed darts
prohibited to biters and lyrical flow sharks
blow parts from morning to dark we stay sharp
I go go like gadget and go-karts
I’m a franchise player like jordan and walmart

[chorus]

Verse 3:

D-D-D-Dropping on your block like tetris
Move crack music hand to hand ambidextrous
i’m reckless leave your spot shine speckless son
punchlines for your soul perplexes
eat emcees first thing like an English breakfast
underground hip hop no strippers no lexxes
no flex for rolex cut the block like fences
F-F-F-focus like I spit through lenses
a man with a gun and I battle you defenceless
blind, deaf and dumb your flow is knocked senseless
real talk, no pretences
after this we do a census: where your mans is?
tap your heels like you’re trying to get to Kansas
shoot ’em city like they pose for cameras
I keep it really gritty like a row of handlers
I do it for the heads, spit lead for the bangers.//

Day 322 (Free Rhyme: Life)

Mood:

Mode: Musiquement

Thoughts:

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eNVy:

[Chorus]

Verse 1:

Life’s challenges are unexpected like Acne anvils
Felt neglected, went bananas like fruit diets for Mandrills
Life ties you down and keeps a man still
like an anthill, burden burries your problems in a landfill
Life changes and bottles open like cash tills
the camera’s still rolling but the series’ been cancelled
Workaholic but i’m making crumbs like Hansel
and Gretel/
foot on the pedal but they’re raising the gas bill
cant escape my fear’s testimony but i can relate
its like the struggle’s fate is eating at my dinner plate
I grab for something heavy but my category is welterweight
tell a story icy on the surface but i figure skate
figure steak taste be nice but i’m worn to the bone
struggle makes you harder like thorn to the stone
money becomes sketchy so you’re drawn to a loan
working double shifts so you long for a clone
I been through the water, hell I’m been through the fire,
through the wire like Bernard Bricksdale’s empire
desire burns away like the flames on Rich’ Pryor
though prior to the state of barely being a survivor
No.
I put ends together like Mcgyver
I walk this 8 mile with no slim and no Phifer
This green mile almost senile like Eyptian
senior citizen my life is your fiction//

[chorus]

Verse 2:

Life’s a stead it seems I lost my grip on the reins
sometimes i feel leather strapped to the tip of the pain
Pulling me back unstradled by my battles
like a baby shaker and a neveda snake i’m rather rattled
frazzled as time moves forward and my life moves sideways
like a crab washed up looking for sunrays
I find myself looking for god on sundays
under-productive at work and still expecting some raise
some days i wonder if the world would skip a beat
if I threw in the towel, called it quits, admit defeat
memories flash before me like USB
take the leap like Kurt Cobain, would I be free?
It’s not part of my make-up like Indie A-rie
Life’s punchlines even shook up Ali
But when its crunch time i pull up like Bungie-
cord
I guess the lord will not leave me hungry//