You citizens of the great city on the sea; all you can do is attempt to disparage me, the others of my ilk, and the ones who are free.
You sit around moaning and whining, never doing anything productive with your timing.
Yet, you wonder, why nothing ever comes, of the talented people, in your puddle of muck.
No talent, no skills, mindless zombies shopping for thrills.
Tear down the artist, block the musician, cause hatred in the hearts of the kind, and push anyone away who might know a good rhyme.
Never engaged your own mind, never had a revelation of any kind, sitting in your shit, you stew and bitch.
Cock blocks of the creative, leeches and parasites of the mind, bastard offspring of the ill inclined.
Drink your booze, fear the shrooms, never know what lay inside, except darkness that blinds.
Pathetic groupies, mindless whores, you have no sense of what is yours.
And you wonder why nothing comes from your city, why nothing ever is produced, except by those who escape your reach.
Bitches be trolling, and hating on all that is good and can shine.
You want to hang on to those ahead, but can’t help yourself from tripping your friend.
Worthless scum, horrendous in your scope, nothing ever stops you from running your mouth.
Fear those who are different, who don’t dress like a Much Music video, who don’t fall into line with your fucking emo grind.
Hipster fucks, stupid cunts, you make a child spit venom, and hate their brethren.
Your life is sad, empty and clear as glass; you hold no light, nor do you understand the plight that you dump on your peers with your mindless sneers.
With this said, I am glad to be rid, of the city of my birth, which I love with the Earth; I have travelled far and wide in my life time, and am saddened to see the reality of the citizens that be in my city of trees.
Close minded fucks, you will never give up, your attempts to stop the creative from reaching their goal.
May you reap all that you sow. —Some Guy Who Just Wants To Do His Thing But Every Turn Encounters More Stink
This article appears in Aug 18-24, 2011.
Now THAT’S freestylin’.
Cool story, bro.
Do you have a throat beard?
If this is an example of your “writing”, small wonder you failed here. There’s a bus boy job waiting for you in Toronto. See you in 10 years when you move home, after failing there too.
you braid your nut hair and complain when people don’t want to see it, don’t you?
“Fear those who are different, who don’t dress like a Much Music video, who don’t fall into line with your fucking emo grind.”
um, who you calling emo? the mirror perhaps???
what band you in btw?
sounds like you’re just having a hard time ‘making it’ and pissin sour grapes all over the wall as you hitch to the airport.
laterz
I think it was terribly brave of Laerrus to express his feelings to us in the form of a rap.
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i like trees
Nasty bitchers on today. Entertaining though.
It’s not just Halifax OP, you gotta leave your home town to be appreciated if you wanna get your shit heard. You have to separate yourself from the pack, which is what you’re doing.
There’s no shortage of people who want to sit around their home town and push their art on people, so you get lumped in with the “local” artists.
Ask anyone who’s made a successful career in entertainment coming from around here, they get the least love at home. It’s kinda just the way it is and I think the way it should be. People pay more attention if you came a long way to perform or sell your product, it shows that you’re serious.
I sympathize, OP, it’s hard to get local support but local support is overrated, go make some noise abroad and let the news get back to us, then we’ll give a shit.
Lighten up a bit dude, seriously.
Charlie Sheen? Is that you?
Taken directly from the NSCAD student guide.
can’t be… doesn’t really sound like he’s winning! at anything…
Laerrus is dat chu again?
You wannabe rapper, freestylin’ freak; all “I’m sad, life sucks” forever bleak.
Ever stop to think that your so-called talents, are the real problem here, all over the board with no balance?
From what I can read, you’re the one spouting insults. Like they say, catching flies use honey, you’ll get better results.
“Watch me, love me, for the ryhmes I’ve created. I’m an artiste of words, why am I not appreciated?”
Cuz you’re a self entitled twit. We’d like you if we could. But it’s time to face facts, maybe you just ain’t that good.
You got to pay your dues and work for OUR respect. It’s something you earn, not something to expect.
With your insults and hate, fans you’ll never win. “Boo hoo! No one loves me” You got to grow a thicker skin.
You can’t take all the rejection and negative press. But it should empower you to keep going, not become a sniveling mess.
It’s clear by your words that you’re unhappy and pissed. Calling us all emo’s when I bet it’s YOU slitting your wrist.
So full of hate, only darkness, no sun. FFS your post is called Halifux…and WE’RE the sad one??
Take the easy road and fuck off, you arrogant jerk. Have fun in Toronto when you can’t find any work.
We’ll be seeing you soon, in a dirty paper hat. Instead of droppin’ lyrics, you’ll be all, “You want fries with that?”
One final question, if you’ll indulge me, please.
When did Halifax become known as the “city of trees”??
Peace out, bitch.
Halifax is actually called the city of trees and Darkness, when it was a city, was city of lakes.
I like trees too. I’m going to go hug one right now.
you lost me righht after city on the sea, or by it, or something like that. do what you want to, but if you get caught, then tough shit, whatever.
I learned something new today. Thank you, Snubiz. 🙂
first Auto-tune, then auto-crap. I prefer the new version, Auto-tuneout. I couldn’t give a flying fuck about this entire genre of… music?
With this said, arret the blither,
GTFO, move on thither,
don’t let the door hit
your ass on the way out, IDJIT.
Guyute and Avast be throwin’ down some dope rhymes today. Crys-TAL and bubblebutts for all – My treat.
Jesus homie, read some Bobby Frost and shit. Nothing gold can stay fool!
You are not allowed to be different, you must all act the same. Only I am allowed to be unique, because I am the King.
LOL thanks.. thanks veruh much. Kinda came to me in a fog. I clearly am outmatched by OP. “cock blocks of the creative”…
Damn beetnicks, always thinking that nobody gets their groove man. Well, if a city of 350,000 people isn’t large enough to build a fan base, then moving to a larger city with a bigger talent pool will bring more bitter disappointment.
He will be appearing at the Layton weepathon in Toronto.
fuck trees, I climb buoys motherfucker.
lol –
“cock blocks of the creative”, I’m callin’ your bluff. Seriously? WTF? Where do you come up with this stuff?
Saying we’re leeches, whores and scum like they’re facts. Did you pull this shit out of a box of Cracker Jacks?
(*insert killer beat-box solo here*)
I’ve got a real good name for your type of verbal crap-a brand new genre I like to call “Angst-ah rap”.
So hurry up and leave already. Go. Just split. Go subject someone else to your shit.
You can try to find fans but they’re gonna be sparse. As we say here in Halifux, “Blow it out yer arse!”
Live in Hali for 20 years and you can’t see it becuase you’re part of the problem. Live in Hali for 20 months and it’s as obvious as the nose on your face. Rap on, rapper. That’s why God invented art… as a coping skill.
alright, who tried replacing the idol with a bag of sand?
you’ve caused a huge, rolling pile of shit to fall back on us again….
O.O Oh dear God…run for your lives!!!!1!!!!
Awwwww crap.
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LOL
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ivan … that was funny! I loled.
OP. Are you on any medication?
Si Senor:
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Hickory dickory bob,
don’t quit your day job.
Dude, you’ve described the opposite of haifax. It’s not that your art and creativity aren’t appreciated. You are simply one of those people who overestimated their own genius. You likely have no real talent. this city is full of real talent. You’re at the end of a long, long line. You pump yourself up as “different” and “not falling in line” but the sad truth is, you sound like 95% of every other half-baked hipster out there that has just begun the long, arduous road of discovering they’re not the wunderkind they believed they were.
Trust me. Real talent is discovered in this city. You didn’t make the cut. Sorry.