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Track 2 From the Lyrical Bullets Album.   The Un-Anticipated, Un-Released, Un-Recorded Masterpiece from your favorite rapper that you never heard, J. Rock: The Verbal Assassin. There's no story behind this one but it does contain the line that inspired the album title. Other than that, it's just general rap mambo jumbo and a few mildly witty punchlines.

Beat Style:  If this song were recorded, it would have been a simple beat with hard hitting bass drums, a piano riff and a little bit of conga drums in the background.  Something very minimal, dark and haunting.

Title: Untitled #1
Album: Lyrical Bullets (Track 2)
Date: 05/09/99

All you weak ass Rappers know who's The Boss

I'll Run you over with a Jeep

Like Cappadonna, Winter Warz

And I'l sting you

Like Alcohol poured on a Bleeding wound

It gets quiet when I step in the room

My Rhymes stab you in the face like a Thousand Knives

And they get so hot

They Burn rappers and take lives

I'm in the Forrest

Chopping down trees with My Bare hands

Or walking through the dessert

Crossing Red Hot Sands

It doesn't matter where i'm at

Cause I always stay tight

Gettin  you suckas so High

Your heads start to take flight

Ya style is musty

You must have spent the whole month of July with no deodorant

So take your funky ass

to the back of the class, son

Fuck the Impostors

I'm the REAL one

Sometimes I rhyme so hard I spit Bullets

Making your stupid ass say

"Whachu Talkin Bout Willis"

Blow your brains out like Old Man Quilez

My Mind's so Bright

That you need Ray Ban's

Just to look me in the eye

Go Head

Take me to court

You too scared to testify

I Got your heart in a Box

And when you go to the crib

You better Lock all the Locks

Remain Calm like a Shaolin Monk

Sip some ginseng and Do some Kung FU

Cause you'll be screaming in the streets

when I start to come through

I'll cremate your sorry asses

and take the ashes

Dump them in a pipe

Give it to your mama to smoke

I'll speak 3 words

Make you collapse and choke

Cause I'm the master

Puttin you through Natural Disaster

Like a Hurricane, I'll Pillage your Village.

Music Video Vision:

The Video for this song would be simple as the beat.  I'm picturing me standing in a dark stage in a large,  Hall or Opera House, dimly lit with  a crowd sitting in silence. while i'm on stage rapping people will be throwing objects at me: cabbage, tomatoes, rocks. then as the song progresses, the objects get to be more intense: chairs, knives, glasses, tables, tools, cats, etc.  The whole time I'm on stage snd they keep throwing stuff, nothing hits me and I keep on rapping.  Eventually the objects stop flying and i'm just rapping on stage.  At the end, you get a look at the audience and they have all turned to stone with shocked looks on their faces.  Is it because My rhymes are so wack, it petrified them or is it because my rhymes are so dope that their minds can't handle it? Who knows?

Lyrical Violence

The First song from the "Lyrical Bullets" Album. This is also the first rap song I ever wrote. It was written during my Junior year of high school. I believe it was in History class. I also believe it was written during the Civil Rights section of the class.  So since I was one of two black guys in the entire class, obviously I was a little on edge. I desperatley needed something to distract me from the uncomfortable stares from the other students every time the word "Negro" was mentioned while our ill-prepared History techer read from the poorly written text book. So I started writing.

The song was my attempt at a Hardcore Battle Rhyme and, as you can see from the overly creative song title, it is an aggressive ballad of hypothetical video game/action movie-style violence that only a teenage boy can express properly.  When me and my boy (The other Black Guy in the class) decided to write these rhymes the goal was to literally write the most ridiculous, grandiose thing we could imagine.



Beat Style:
If this song was recorded, the beat would be extremely bass heavy with hard snare drums and an Electric Guitar loop complimented by some strong, deep horns. Imagine if M.O.P. and Ghostface Killah recorded a song for the Conan The Barbarian soundtrack. And imagine they recorded that song in a Dark Medieval Dungeon...Yeah, It would sound something like that.

Name: "Lyrical Violence"

Album: Lyrical Bullets (Track 1)

Date: April 8, 1998

I'll bust a hole in your chest when I speak

Call me the Punisher, 

I'm not Big Pun, I ain't a Player, 

But I'll Still Crush your shit.

Leave you breathless from the Rhymes I spit

Back slap your punk ass to Tokyo

Your weak rhymes are a Joke, Yo

Walking through this Cold World 

My raps reign supreme

Killing you Suckas with my words

leaving a gruesome scene

Tragedy like Shakespeare

I'll shake the spear 

and jab it through your heart

Make your bones fall apart

The Guillotine

Unheard, Unseen

Dropping lyrics full time

Never Decline 

Unless you intervene divine

I am the...

Lightning bolt that's striking your mind

December to November

My Rhymes travel through time

and make you fall to your knees

Like STD's 

I'll sneak up on you and ruin your life

Remain Sharp

Cut your throat like a knife

My Rhymes stab you

Leaving holes from your head to your navel

Have you coughing up phlegm

with blood dripping out your Nasal

You can't duck this Lyrical Violence

Coming through and killing the silence

I make sure everybody hears it

'Cause when you hear it, you Fear it.

Music Video Vision:

The music video for this song would be an over the top, fast paced Street Fighter/Mortal Kombat-esque fighting tournament where I'm walking through a desert in the middle of a thunderstorm punching hundreds of frail enemies in the face as they jump out of the ground one by one like a scene from the movie Tremors. At the end i'm sitting on a golden throne in a massive castle with all of my beaten down foes scattered all over the floor tending to their wounds as I uncontrollably laugh at their defeat.  

I Used to be a Rapper...

As shocking as that might be, it's true...the Rap Hater Himself, used to be an MC. It was a short lived rap career which occured between 1998-2000 (Roughly). I wasn't a good rapper, nor was I a bad rapper. Just a Rapper. I don't have an inspiring story about why I chose to be a rapper. No rags to riches story about how I used to be homeless and spit rhymes in an alley just to get discovered. No Drug Kingpin turned Rapper story. Nope. I was just bored in class one day and me and a couple of friends decided to write some rhymes on that day.

Once I got to College, I discovered that a few of my friends had similar stories so we started writing more, recorded some freestyles (for personal use) and eventually quit. My rap name was J-Rock: The Verbal Assassin. I wasn't a Gangsta Rapper nor was I a Conscious Rapper. In fact, I don't know how to describe my style but at the time, I was a heavy listener of Boot Camp Clik, Wu-Tang, Nas and Mobb Deep. As you see from the Rap Hater and The Rap Snob, my tastes in rap music haven't changed much at all but all of those influences were evident in my rap style.

My brief Rap career was fun but the fact that I had no aspirations of getting a record deal, coupled with my growing disdain for Rappers in general, eventually it became obvious that the best way for me to advance my rap career was to kill it before it even started. So I retired from the Mic and decided to use my writing skills for more beneficial and fulfilling projects like sporadically updating a Blog with irrelevant bullshit that nobody reads or cares about. I think I made the right choice.

Before I retired, I actually wrote an entire album. please note the key word "wrote" because none of the songs were ever recorded. The album was titled: Lyrical Bullets. It was an eclectic yet cohesive collection of battle raps, insightful narratives, personal reflection, visual imagery and a whole lot of good old fashioned shit talking. As I said before, I wasn't a good rapper, but I wasn't a bad one...Just a Rapper. A Retired rapper.

I recently stumbled across my old rhyme book and found all of the songs from the unreleased, unrecorded album so, since I have nothing better to post on BlackDroog.com, I'm posting them here. But before I do that...I also designed an album cover in honor of the album that was never released or recorded.

Tracklist: 

01.) Lyrical Violence 

02.) Untitled #1 

03.) When The Gun Cries 

04.) Supreme 

05.) Fear No Man 

06.) Lyric Assassin 

07.) Untitled #2 

08.) Perfect World? 

09.) The Man In Your Mirror (Self Hatred) 

10.) I Own You 

11.) So What? 

12.) Fists of Fury 

13.) Unfinished Battle Rap 

14.) Thug Experimentation

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