forsaken! wheres my money sign~!~

Diabolic

U got potential.

I say In. We need more audio.

Fo Lucifer homey we talked on Aim ....

eh deadly villagepimp wants you to PM him back...about a question
he asked you blah! i'm just the messenger :huh:

:thumbup: Word I did.

diabolic and me are in CS we really wanted in AI.. but maybe it will have to happen some other time..

yup........truthfully i didnt think DV wanted me in cuz he aint PM me the password...so we went somewhere else nahmean...

Goodluck fam.^^

Yea good luck wit cs fam

..............:)

good luck wit yall upcomin crew battles..

yea u scare me..lol you leave me wondering..not sure witch crew your gonan hop to next..hahaha ur worthless

Poetry Drop:

A Spotted Reality

I awoke from sleep to find that I was a beautiful leopard.
Confused about reality and which life is the dream.
I shed my thoughts of humanity and embrace the beast.
Blinking away the black spots of confusion for those of life.

My entire body surges with vitality that I never knew before.
I have just awoken and yet I could outrun most anything.
Coiling my back legs I launch like a bullet from a gun.
Running for the sheer joy of the wind in my face.

I am a yellow streak on the golden plains of my home.
The rushing air cools the sweat glistening on my flanks.
The ground has become a slight sensation under my feet.
As I melt in with my surroundings…and nearly fly.

My run slows and I pad over to the shade of the treeline.
Where cool forest meets hot plain I come to take my rest.
My claws leave divots in the tree bark where I climb up.
Curling up on a tall branch to watch and make my rest.

Sleep comes in a lazy way, making me dopey.
But my half-lidded eyes suddenly pop open.
I feel a rumbling in my huge lithe belly.
So I watch the movement on the plains and wait.

I leap from my branch and land lightly on my feet.
I have a target, and I begin to run again, quickly.
The gazelle sees me and begins to run also.
It has no chance, to it I’m the fastest thing alive.

I leap and my teeth make contact with its neck.
Our bodies roll over and over in the dirt of the plain.
I spring up to my feet and my prey lies still in the dust.
Taking the corpse in my teeth, I head back to my tree.

My belly full, I lean my head against the cool bark.
I am the pinnacle of my evolution, nothing can compare.
And as sleep sneaks up on the greatest of hunters.
I wonder, will I be on two legs when I wake tomorrow?


Battle against Wicked One:

Fuck a “Wicked One,” I spit devilish lines with “Wicked Tongues”/
Kid I really only had to show and drop a verse to leave you outdone./

Son, I cause more “throwed backs” than the dude in your signature./
The whackest MC I’ve seen, so anti-ill that I’ll call this ~kid a cure~/

Leave with wins.You claim wickedness but I leave Satan appeased with sins/
My punches leave opponents heads spinnin faster than your “avvy’s rims.”/

BOOM! Man my sick lyrics “rock your box” you’re ~far from top.~/
You only “C(See) Rhymes” when I paste your eyes to “Hop On Pop”/

Step in my way and I’ll slash ~straight through,~ I’ll flat ~slay you~/
When you get on stage is the only time people are yelling “DJ WHO?”/

^yo shit was aight..

What do ya'll think 'bout this kat.. :huh:

i think his poetry is TOO FUCKING LONG...ha im gonna print this off and see what my english teacher thinks...ill be back with my vote...

what...is that your alias? if so youre already in silly goose...