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Fate's Damnation----->
factions of actors standin' "rappin'" 'bout hard lives.
we know it didn't happen! infact it's all lies I'm-a "uncover" tha fact; like "bald" lines. false crimes, imitated in rhymes on MTV usin' call signs It sickens me wittnessin' the influence of VHS pre-teens say'n "yes"--> dressin' like they idols in a sense accepting death, take a lesson from past steps don't follow tha wrong path, pave your own save your soul, escape from chrome an' steel bars you can heal wounds, but only conceal scars an' loadin' ya-own piece might be ya last meal card feel big, yea you real hard, pussy!! push me an' get a taste-a reality, another cold fatality. is that what you wanted? be honest, trickery don't work on me I'll make a mockery of your worst stories ya suburban war's a bore-ta me, you wanna see somebody ornery torture me, I ain't feel the pain of life formed a hard shell around my self from previous stryfe to alleviate the effect of dark days an' lone nights while you claimin' deprression from a warm home life ain't never seen a beigh stone bein' smoked by yo-fam fried friends overdone they drugs an' dried they brain stems watched ya closest peeps die to gain bread I cried sometimes try'n-a contemplate why fate made damnation cremated childhood an' relpaced it with hatred created social class so you could shine bright an' still leave faded like fortune evaded certain portions of faces cornered in dank basements an' roach motels decayed blankets, find-ya self forcin' a smile deny'n ever knowing happy times, can't remember having laughed at times just waiting patiently for ya black demise last days alive, I live life like they already arrived thrive from my inner peace-a mind, temptation released in rhymes redemption ceized at sight, I lead ya-kind.. HOOK I am the game, just try'n get in me ACCESS denied! ya still aspire ta hit me skill aquired from 50, it's bitten I inspired ya written, how ya gonna rip me pussy, still just a kitten how these kids claimin' they write tha rules's beyond me like they wan-a be ebonically equal to god.. they wan-a be me. honestly they copy an' claim it's their shit sloppy writtens, same as their shit, an' his shit it is shit, quality compared, mines infinite finite like the most complex equation evadin' pages created by famous martars like pac 'n' big L ---> I can't cop an' album without a glimpse-a myself still, it's like I'm livin' in hell a cell created by my-own malice an' search 4 talent try'n ta make this gift worth tha challenge. ask me.. was it worth tha challenge?.. every bit of it, I ain't regret the steps I've taken mistakes I've made, hands I've shaken I've preyed for this long nights lay'n in bed made an attempt, failed an' tried again an' with that I impaled standards an' was hailed greater than man I'm makin' a stand, try to conquer I enlighten scholars in hopes I might get dollars an' media sponsors.. I wanna-be a baller designer drugs 'stead-a street coke an' dirt-weed smoke ya think those slow words'll erk me.. nope choke?.. no, never, my level, you, never it's a useless endevor try'n-a measure up to my measures I present nothing but pressure an' weight testin'-ya faith, "In god I trust" this a lesson in fate. |
pre-teens say'n "yes"--> dressin' like they idols
in a sense accepting death, take a lesson from past steps don't follow tha wrong path, pave your own save your soul, escape from chrome an' steel bars good lines.....piece was over all nice..keep spittin |
thx pledge, we gotta get some votes on RBTL, not one yet... it sucks..
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aiight very nice...rhymes, flow, vocabetc all very hot.
concept was very in depth...shook people, not worth starting rhyming and yeah yo big up. This was my perception of ya piece. ~1~smoked the joint. check my shiii |
WOW loves the concept yo is wus nice.............Feelin the vibe Nicely put together my dawg BLunt
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seeen.. uppin'
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save your soul, escape from chrome an' steel bars
you can heal wounds, but only conceal scars an' loadin' ya-own piece might be ya last meal card feel big, yea you real hard, pussy!! push me an' get a taste-a reality, another cold fatality. is that what you wanted? be honest, trickery don't work on me This piece was sharp...liked it alot ....uppin |
see we ain't have to beef.. lol, thx yo.. peace..
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this shit is tight dawg..................keep spittin.
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save your soul, escape from chrome an' steel bars
you can heal wounds, but only conceal scars an' loadin' ya-own piece might be ya last meal card feel big, yea you real hard, pussy!! push me an' get a taste-a reality, another cold fatality. is that what you wanted? be honest, trickery don't work on me damn like bmack said this was sharp. it was very very good. stay up... |
keep it comin' yo...
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thiwas prob. my fav peice you done blunt
dope 9.5/10 10ne |
uppin'===> normally I would've stopped by now but y'all seem to be likin' this one...
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Good shit blunt. Check out my piece in here titled my girl.
ANyway. Good lines and shit. Expresses what you writtin good. Sharp edge to it. Sound tight in Audio. You should hook it up. Hey yo what would you think bout writting me some tracks fo the studio? ~1~ |
pay me... lol... I'll even come down to michigan to collect and deliver myself
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