Nicklesh aka Wrathchild

Ma Life(thugs get lonely too remix ma verse)

2009-06-01T23:34:00.000-07:00

i can't pretend no more da bottle in my hands
I pray to the sky to the only friend I neva had
all my homes 6 feet deep or sittin in a cell,
m i on earth damn coz it feel like hell
thug by nature labeled the black sheep
shit is deep n lonely
i can see these clocks ticking
but i can't feel the time passing
folks talking while um hearing
ma self screaming on the inside
no where to run no where to hide
the pain's too heavy too bad
too sad i never listened to ma dad
was like a perfect dream gone bad
woke up to reality n lost all i had
dark memories are like a tatto
the way it always sticks to you
ma lifes been like a gigolo screwed everytime
a divine lookin woman came by ma side
thugs get lonely too, I know you heard otha wise
since birth waitin for the time of my demise..yeahh...

2009-02-24T05:33:00.000-08:00

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF WRATHCHILD NIX!

Tears fall like molten magma streams/pouring from eyes scorched red in anger it beams/

as pupils dilate to them blinding blaze/feeding coals of internal rage./

Children begotten to children um tense/Raised in confusing circumstance

and unnatural situation/ which lacks attention/buh still gets promotion/

adopted by a world uncaring/daring not to speak up against them bearing/of unwanted, abandoned offspring,/

given up to fate’s gambling ways/and society’s shameless days./

Thrown away to be picked up by night’s darkness/um in a mess/

shadows to prey them minds of the innocent/

they scary n they torment/while them light belongs to those who wait in dingy corners/corridorial loners/

Tendrils of rage wrap my heart torn to ribbons/feelin like them heathens/shreds ripped by them claws of guilt and impotence/ignorance/, diffidence/

to stand, walk or talk/wid anger which wud even melt them rock/

Instead, like a new-born infant, I weep/my rage makes me weak/

Asheesh Diss

2009-02-22T04:19:00.000-08:00

SPITTIN NON STOP I AIN'T STOPPIN MA LINES STILL FRESH/

I RIP THROUGH WOOFERS AND FOR FUCKERS LIKE U THRU YO FLESH/

THIS IS MASTERFUL CLASSICAL MATERIAL WAX IMPERIAL TACTICS/

makin yo cliches spastic end drastic/

I MASTER TRAPS THT COLLAPSE BACKWARDS /

ALL AREA ACCESS PASSES WITHOUT PRACTICE/

YPU WANNA GET TO MA LEVEL BUT U DON'T HUSTLE ENUF/

ANY ATTEMPTS AT TOUCHIN MY STUFF N I M FCKIN U UP/

I M SICK OF WEAK SHIT WINNIN ASSHOLE YO RHYMES AIN'T ROCKIN/

THE GOoD LIFE IS A BITCH SEEM LIKE EVERYBODY COP BLOCKIN/

THE SHOT CLOCK IS RUNNIN OUT GUNNIN OUT DA POLICE/

I CRACK THE TEETH OF NE NIGGUH WID DA BEEF/

MASTERPIECE wrathchild NATURALLY/

ANY PROBLEMS COME TO HELL AND ASK FOR ME/

ain't no difference between you ma a gun/

both blow for money or just for fun/

producing lotsa liquids as an outcome/

bitch i drop more punches in 5 bars then sperms in yo cum shot/

u gotta be talkin about blackheads if u ever got a black spot/

ma flow make heartbeats skip beats like human needs/

it grows higher like tis on weed making wannabes bleed/

Yo it's my turn, I demand my respect

Give me my burn, or get slammed in your neck

cause it's my turn, I'ma reach to the top

Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock

I'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance

But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance

Fuck you and yours; make way - I'm comin through the door

divorce yo brains bitch they ain't supporting you

dnt gulp yo fear bitch yo adam's apple's cheating on you

i spit lines so lethal they fucking replace nines

givin u punches in yo stomach impactin yo spine

so rough and tough i scrape those pubes of the face

of this whole load of bluff bang yo bones out of their place

if i needed to exchange brains with tht would be you/

coz truth is they never been put to any kind of use/

u so ugly u could do well as a policeman/

coz even robbers would give u their masks damn/

pack yo head in a coffin coz bitch yo brains seem dead/

as good as human shit n ven ppl need it they squeeze yo head/

um the devil um the god the sinner and death to the sinner/

blasting the cover of this faker i gift u ma middle finger/

Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock/

I'ma rhyme it right, and keep the ghetto in a trance/

But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance/

Fuck you and yours; make way - I'm comin through the door/

BATTLE DISS LAPIDATION(BIGG NIKK)

2009-02-22T04:12:00.000-08:00

i hail from a location closest to (pak)pac/

check ma locution you will find it similar to tht/
punch you so hard yo brain's on a retrogade motion such tht/

you be measurin celestial bodies by parallax /
call me JOhn the baptist, the way i use ma fists, to make people drip/

with his blood flow, puttin him to death with his throat, in ma grip/
you cannot be smoking hot, even if u gonna smoke some gg(gudang garam)/

call ma bars tequila shots,as 5 of them knockout this wannabe/

FLAWLESS TO A FAULT

2009-02-22T03:41:00.000-08:00

born, to a world so scorn, taught to scorn, others born, with, after, and before me/

living in the shadows, of tommorows, i close, ma eyes to hide the woes, inside me/
a bitter and sweet symphony, of cherished memories, behind me, unsaid sorries, easy to pretend/

but theses things never fade away, haunted to be wanted, till today, um stil reminiscent/
as i wait, in the shadows of tomorrows, this unwanted cancer grows, into endless woes/

i close, ma eyes wishing i could unchoose, all those paths that i chose/
God created the rose, with thorns, guess that why life is a bed of roses/

with endless thorns, so scorned, as it prolongs, the so longed, happy doses/
um giving in to sin, to get over these things/

sheet ma memories, join those wannabes, fly in their wings/
exhaling hell, inhaling wickedness/

huggin ma love for wordliness/
careless, of what ma blasphemies may reep/

short of courage to join those saints who weep/
devoted more to this world, then to religion/

trotting the flashy paths of destruction/
mirage of an oasis in this desert a fiction/

a delusion, hallucinating satisfaction/
i hug this world even though it stings/

coz i fear, to bear, the burden of singin hymns/
man whose kind, known to kill it's own prophets/

coz man and his kind, afraid to quit this racket/
in this world flawless to a fault/

like them sea posessing hidden salt/
beautiful to sail on, but bitter to taste/

we dnt want the truth, we give in to devil's ways/
i am flawless to a fault/thanks to ma own faults/

MA RELATIONSHIP WITH MA MOM

2009-02-22T03:29:00.000-08:00

we born in other's pain, and perish in our own
as ma mother's moans, brought me to ma earthly home
held in her hands, fed from her mammary glands
i grew up, treating her wishes as ma commands
inspite of ruinin the carpets, i was her obsession
preist to ma confessions, disciplinin ma actions
as years passed by, the bond and reasonin grew
but the innocence faded away, so did ma childhood
the endless love had turned into domination
disciplinary actions, initiated irritation
growing desires, i drifted away from her
like a ferrari, at the hands of schumacher
i discovered ma mother in another girl
the most beautiful thing, in the world
my mothers love had made me stronger
but hers, made me want to go further
but little did i knw, her entry into ma life
would insecure the same person, who protected me all ma life
she never approved, tensions grew, i was to choose, ma mother or ma lover
given the best options already,i was forced to make the other look better
the one who taught me to love, wanted me to hate her who
i loved, as life taught me yet another tragic truth
maybe every positive value is priced negatively
as the genius of einstien salvaged hiroshima brutally
as i left ma family, to start a new one with ma wife
i wish ma mom knew, she still is the most special person in ma life
and no matter what happens you always special in ma life
coz to you owe everything tht i have gained in this life