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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

Im all up in this shit.....
Im all up in this shit.....
Im all up in this shit.....
Im all up in this shit.....
Im all up in this shit.....
Im all up in this shit.....
Im all up in this shit.....
Im all up in this shit.....

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MerK SquAd.

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supply and demand..

year 2750 ......

poverties at an all time low, finally all crime has slowed.
crumbles of what used to be, stories of what father time has told.
year round cold has frozen the asthma of every plants' last breath.
no more grains of regret and even jesus broke his last bread.
forget abundance as weak arms drum to a slowly stunned dance.
the last horn rang a war chant, what once fed us.. now we broke hand.
like militant armed human viruses, ignoring cries that broke silences.
machine torned down trees, even hatchets that swelled up calluses.
Anaylisis of devastation was off , sad error in computing calculations.
we were more into new gadgets then save our self innovations.
blood drained from the veins, we vamped all natural oil.
toxic waste congested the rains, the spouts nozzel was boiled.
so no more drinking water, our last thirst had been quenched.
at last it had avenged what gods' creative mind had arragend.
now we fend for ourselves may the strongest willed survive.
better off dead, life cut short....HOW?! when this is the longest thrill alive.
abide by no rules our motto of greedyness applies to every man.
too bad it shortened our supplies, for our hungry wrong demand.

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MerK SquAd.

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ok i have my verse... but i have to type it up, its on paper, so i will have it up after i get out of school...

ok i got it typed up

I look up at the crescent moon, and sing myself a tune
Reflect on my day, and all of my troubles float away
Life is a play, and your only responsable for your part
And usually we are all acting, more often than we arent
From the start, I had known my part without being told
My life had always been warm, but my heart grew cold
I started to feel old, even though i was eighteen
The world started to twist, shifting images I had seen
I felt like a machine, someone else controlled my actions
Life split into fractions, couldnt stay away from the distractions
I wonder how this happens, how do we lose individuality
Live's steered away from reality, not allowed a personality
Givin a certain mentality, but they lack originality
Thats why there could never be a thing such as immortality
You could never live forever, if you did who would care
There would already be someone else just like you sitting there
Everyone is a clone, and even though theres a million everyones
There are still millions who are all clones off of the original some one
And this cant be undone, people only accept what they believe
They are kept naive, this way new ideas wont be concieved
As for me, i found a way to destroy the mold
Lo and behold, as the real world starts to unfold
Do away with the blindofld, open your eyes to see the birth
Not of a new-born child, but of the new emerging earth

There... i have supplied you the knowledge,
You just have to demand yourself to read it,
And allow yourself to break the mold and be an individual.
This world is no matrix, it is just a normal world...
Filled with brainwashed clones.

I had a hard time catching Bribe's flow. I think there were instances of secondary rhymes interupting primary rhymes, throwing me off. However he supplied good imagery in an execution that demands it. He also did well with the topic, writing a verse around it. This is where Ill-Mental loses big. It would be hard for me to vote for a verse which I believe completely tacks on the notion of the topic at the end, in a prose closing. How tricky and clever... It was a pretty good verse too. Too bad, recycle it for another topic and see how you do.

Vote-Bribeone1

oh
well this was actually a pretty good battle

bribeone-your verse hurt my head, but it was the kind of hurt a dominatrix administers. I Loved the pain =). Your multies were dope, and you still managed to tell a bit of a story without having any real characters. You are really good at flipping topics. Great Verse Man.

Ill Mental- Your verse was too simple. The beginning was nice, but it seemed that you changed your whole verse in the middle into being something it wasn't. It seemed like a fairly innocent piece and then you busted out this ground breaking information that didn't make very much sense at all. I suppose that's because we're kept naive, right? =)

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis