My Last 24 Hours...
 

Write about what you would do with your last 24 hours of life. Six Line minimum and try to be creative. I do not want the same I'll have sex with my girl type crap.

OK, this is a trial run here. If this works out well I will keep it as a cypher.

In my last 24 hours i'd try to do the world good
doing things for people, that i know i never would
but who knows, i don't really think bout it that much
maybe i'd do something crazy ass shit, just for the rush
or maybe i wouldn't even do shit, except let the time pass
say my goodbye's to my friends and family, cause it'd be my last

i dunno wasn't very good ah well,
lets see some more people drop in here
it'll be interesting to see what people would do
peace

My finale 24 hours what shall i do
Shall i test the limits of life, see whats really true?
Shall i test my mental strength, be a Meditational Guru
Will i tell my friends goodbye..."ill be waiting for you"
I will write a Novel, and title it "The Last Days"
Tell my whole damn story word for word
The final minutes of the Last life
the finale tribute to my lost strife
A finale fuck you to the world
A huge middle finger for every boy a girl
Then smoke my self silly and just chill
Smog out my coffin, got to keep it real
So when i get to heaven ill already be soarin
And when the door opens, ill let the smoke poor in
Hell any day could be your last
So i guess i better not let mine pass....

worrrd

the last hours of my life would be awfully nice,
maybe i'd change my ways up, for once do what was right
no worrys bout tryin to change my passed actions and demeaner,
may go buck wild for a minute, steal a benz or a beamer
no point in sayin goodbye cause none would be sufficient
probablly be prayin to the lord, but this time No bullshittin
waiting for my second to descend from this earthly place,
hope god can forgive my instances ive fallen from grace

living da last 24 hours knowing its ma last day b4 i pass away
my time on dis planet is up, saving ma last breath to say wot i want
waiting for ma last smoke, ma last coke, ma last choke
spending ma last dollar before going broke
saying goodbye to ma homies, i'll see you wen u die
i'll be up dere waiting, heaven's where i'll reside
to ma gurlz i'd juz gotta say i love ya
to alot of ya, gotta say i gonna hate not to shrug ya
but i'll be watching ya, from right up above ya
and i know ya'll will miss ma lame attempts to bug ya
going for one last drive through da late night
smoking da shit, seemingly high, fuk da law
coz im bout to die....drive off da top of da building
screaming out good bye

My last 24 hours.. I'd have words, say goodbye to my closest peeps
Get wrecked up... do a Bickle... and be gunnin' for local creeps
A final session with my girl... sky dive... or maybe a bungee jump
Leave my savings to the homeless and people down in the dumps
Random acts of kindness.. commiting crimes 'gainst the deserved
Things un-thought of in normal life.. since my place above is reserved

In my last 24 hours....hit all the bitches who i claimed to be cowards
i devour, spit the hottest verse, for my peoples in hearse
it gets worse, cuz these last hours is more critical then my first
when i'm gone, the whole universe gets destroyed with the BLACK CURSE
the last 24, livin seconds to the fullest
take back all shots, and the unamed bullets
cuz in the last 24, i'll let the clip go, and let my ghost pull it


EDIT: So far this cypher seems to be a good addition. I like the drops in here, you guy's are doing a good job on it. It's very interesting reading what everyone would do with thier last 24. I hope to see more heat dropped in here, keep up the good work people.....
~Bounce~

24 hours left to fulfill my every single hope and aspiration
so as time winds down, there's just no time for hesitation
have to pass on the knowledge, that i've seen as keen
and make sure people understand just exactly what i mean
because my life may fade out, but my voice remains to be heard
so hopefully friends and fam can learn something from my words
leave this world at peace, making sure that i have no regrets
only to move on and explore the next life, cuz it's a better bet

Given a day to live, looks like time in the hour glass passed
It's time to look above, look to god and pray not 2 b cast
To da pit of slime n mire, but 2 da place my mothr can admire
Away from da realm of fire, Mayb angels looking 4 a new hire
People rush around and its funny to watch them accumulate
da wealth but i laugh cuz i know u cant hold it at heavens gate
Instead i spend my life wisely with the people who i call family
Praying and knowing faithfully, saint peter is waiting patiently

(Just wanted to say this is a good cypher to bad youll nvr no
when death is coming. so you just got to live every day like
it you last.)

One day to live, one shot to let off//
Kill all ya haterz and I'll never go soft//
Make sure I stay a solider, til the last minute//
C'mon any mutha fuckers want it? come get it//
I will keep all my promises, make sure my life was worth it//
Write all my feelings on this paper, even if they ain't perfect//
No one and nothing is ever, but I'ma try//
Even if this is 'the day,' the one that I die//
But I'm gonna get seriuos, I do have many regrets//
None I could ever tell, but you probably could guess//
I said in my life, "I will take it to my grave," I tryed my best//
Some promises I broke, but I can succeed, only 24 hours left//
Like that one song "we all die someday," well now I know//
My day has come, this is probably gonna be my last flow//
This is my 'end of days' and I seem fine about it//
I thought I would be the greatest, but now I doubt it//
All these mixed thoughts runnin' around in my head//
I relize, as I let them all out that I'll soon be dead//
I wish I could just easily let them out on this paper//
Ok, well I think I g2g, I'll try and finsh this shit later//

(Click)

Thought it was whack but oo well

yo so many things to be said, so many things to understand,
runnin out of time cause the only dead glass im hittin is sand, (hour glass)
seen so many faces, lived to the fullest, what would i do, give me a clip of bullets,
i aint aiming to my enemies, i aint aiming to my friends, imma rip open the ground, and make the time bend,
imma search for the devil, his ass imma take, the next time you feel an earthquake, thats gonna be my victory shake,
i kno im going to hell, but im going to take that thrown, take with me a nuclear war~head~ cause this niggas getting ~blown~

during my last 24 hours ill be gunnin my enimies
havem runnin and shaking like parkinson-desease
ill be hoppin on bitches like easter bunnies
living out my dreams and spending my moneys
finally see the sunny side of life before its shunts me
buy a key of punk roll blunts and munch junkies

my last 24, i spend it all with my kid
tell her not to make the mistakes, her father done did
i aughta get rid, of the people i hated over the past years
debated on what i have here,in the state of what cash stear
the steering wheel on the bus of life,no time to touch the mike,
good luck tonite , will i see fire or put my trust in the light
heven or hell doesnt matter, all that matters is what i'll leave
and fuck material things,where im going cant have it with me

Last day wouldn't do much, stop national inflation//
End starvation and poverty around the whole damn nation//
Dream the fuck on, prolly just spend it with my niggas//
Ridin like we always do, pullin knifes and pullin triggas//
Suckin life from wiggas, when I die like fuckin snap//
Chop my body up and hide me, niggaz thats a wrap//
No more rap spillin from my lips...Kronix is gone//
And if I'm wrong ill be like 2pac, play the fuck along//
Hope i aint cos i dont wanna be the next makaveli//
Rumors on the news hittin U.S tv's an english telly's//
An at my funeral niggas dont even bother to mourn//
Don't letcha heart be torn, cos for sure ill be reborn//

Pz ~Wun~

yo my final 24 hours

yo if i had 24 hours to live left/
id run up and take my mac 10 gift set/
run outside and kill all these pests like insects/
id run up in the white house wit a kevlar vest/
16 m-16s, and an ammo chest/
yellin i run this city, ill put you to rest/
screamin like scarface "You cant fuck wit the BEST"/
ill take 1000 bullets to neck and still wreck/
im a mutherfuckin soldier, with an unpaid debt for respect!/

sorry bout the structure!

24 hour live let me think - i would torture the president - until it tickled saddam pink-
run in the white house as a tourist dressed like a florist - scream fuck bush while i burn down the national forrest -
i figure that would take atleast a couple hours - fuck it nuke the pentagon - why don't you go to war you cowards -
since im done terrorizing the nation - ill just team up with another country - an we ll both blow up the space station -
but these thoughts are in my patient - but first i will inject all pregnant women with abortifacient -
lets see if hospitals get any madd patients -

15 years of pain for 24 hours of pleasure!
I'd strap my teachers to bed of pins and tickle them with a feather
I'd repeat all the random shit i've done throughout my life
Steal another sign from Macdonalds, even swallow a kitchen knife
Eat a tonne of ice, then smoke a tonne of weed
End up higher than the angels that soon would rest with me
Dance on my own grave, decorate my coffin top
Try every drug i never did and run naked through a shop
Jump from building to building like Trinity on the Matrix
Ride a bike through rings of fire, blow them out, and fake this,
But most of all i'd blow every man who payed me half a dime
Get sent down in history, for commiting every crime
Get a chase from the powlice run straight into the cell...
Then i'd drop down in front of them...Laugh... then go to hell

with 24 hours left id right everthing thats wrong/buy a o and cheech and chong on a bong/get lifted cuz the times for me drawing near/ hit the block wit confidence ima die in 24 so what i got fear/wit 23 id scoop the boys and and wit heat id strap/go find my enemies and scrap/then i hit the bars,pubs and clubs/find a thick chick and cop a rub/wit 22 this i what i do go to my girls house and chill for a few/wit 21 left i take deep breathecallmy pops and get some thing off my chest/then finally put the beef to rest/wit 20 id tell my family the news then hop in the whip for a hour and just think and cruise/ when i got 19 i dream of growin old the whole time knowin ina few i die and get cold/wit 18 i write a letter for my peeps to rememer me by rollsome of the o i bought and get high/ then feel the effect to 18 the day dream til 17 at sixteen or just about id got to my moms and talk til my time runs out

not that good but i tried

If I Had 24 Hours to Live I'd Cry And Laugh
Think About My Future Life And The Past
Hold Onto My Friends Hands Also Memeries
Treat Every Second With Love Tendicies
Because Even If You Think Your All Power
Act As If you only have one day left...
Cause Who Knows When It's Your Last 24 Hours

My last day on earth, now what should I do..
I'd rid the world of problems, I would fight you..
Don't you all see, that's all that needs to happen..
Stop the worlds problems, no one would need to strap then..
Tell everyone in my life, how much they all mean to me..
Once your dead and gone, it'd be hard for them to see..
If you see things in the proper perspective you'd be # 1..
But all that you see, is things in clouded view your only # 2..

Calculate the perfection of life and the mistakes
24 hours to bumbard the fuck out;a this place
So I guess I don't really care nor am i worried
Pick a tombstone..let me be pleasuntry burried
In the next day i want to just relax and pray
That you'll see a human..in a proper way
no more stareotypes or judgement fudes galore
Cause the way thigs are goin..
War..death..blood..is all we are living for

it's my last 24 hours, this can't be death
I haven't had time to think of my final breath
My girls crying, she can't believe that I'm dying
my fathers laughing my mothers high off aspirin
I'm thinking... fuck you too then! I'll see you hell
I'll haunt you! BOO! "what was that? I can't tell"
My best friend isn't even around to say goodbye
I think to myself... was my whole life a lie?
I look down, 2 bullet wholes in my chest with power
Then, an angel... heaven... That ends my 24 hours.

sittin at the foot of my grave recallin all the fucked up shit I ever did/1
from the fifth grade up damn! I was just a fuckin wild lil kid/2
and I was never givin a shit,authority never saw it/3
by the time I was 15 years old I was already an alcoholic/4
now I only got one day left 24 hours to make it right but, I don't know/5
in one day can I undo do wrongs left from 21 years of growth?/6
I don't but, shit I gots to try but, while I thought my time ran low/7
only two hours left hundred twenty one minute until my death/8
my last blink of and eye last tear I might cry and last damn breath/9
as I stare and my empty bottle of dos dedos tequila I can feel it/10
the thought of suicide my override my mind it's my fate I'ma seal it/11
grip tight on the handle of the pistol it' my cap and i'ma peel it/12
let one shot off now it's one life lost, here lies Diallo aka the realist/13 :laugh2:

24 hrs to live, let me think,
sounds like 24 hrs to drink;
And get fucked up, til i cant fuckin see,
22hrs to go, i might die before 3;
Or i might kill u an just come to ur wake....shit,
if it aint tommorow night, i might not even make it;
Now its that time for me to smoke some La,
i only got 20 hours, so roll up, lets get high;
The shit I got ur mom smokin, got'er shakin like a fiend,
this rap can't be much longer, my hours are 18;
Get out the way, bitch,I'm wreckless for the night,
I been drivin drunk an crazy, like I could die twice;
Go on rapbattles to spit, now my hours are 10,
fuckin those bitches, theres two hours gone in the wind;
Or gone down the drain, this whole life is plain,
5 is on watch, its drivin me insane;
Standin straped at the door, keppin gaurd of my place,
one hour left, and im goin out like scarface;
Now im down to minutes, then my whole life is done,
into the seconds, 5..4..3..2..1

24 hours to live, let's see what would i do,
first off i'd kill somebody why not? got nothin to lose.
tryin not to count the hours as they fly on by,
also tryin not to focus on the fact i'm bout to die.
i'd probly clear my conscience so i could die in peace,
get rid of all the people with who i ever had a beef.
i think i'll end this here, take a long look in the mirror,
this could be my 24 hours so i'll live wit no fear.

seconds left
 

D' last 1440 minutes of my 1 an'only life |1|
should I keep pullin' or grab for the knife |2|
Will'in for tha pass into the pearled gates |3|
Sin's listed, now im wishin' for a clean slate |4|
4.7 secs ta go,dang da' seconds come slow |5|
Gods evaluation,prayin like the only kid in the nation |6|
Now only Jesus know's my situation........-dead-|7|


7 lines (the # 7 in the bible is known as the # of completion)

Though about suicide, thought about it again
Fuckin stressful shit, jus want it to end
Thought about whatd it be like, and how Id do it
Find a high building? Or find a stray bullet
Would people miss me? Nothings like it seems
So I come to RB to letf off some steam

hmmm...

i'd would be tempting with a bottle of mad 20/20.. i first thing would cause rage thru my entire school building//
fillin my friends head up screamin "i don't give a fuck".. cuss my teachers out tell the principal to suck my big nuts//
after that i'd go to the snack shake n take all the candy.. when the police come i'll dip out the back hopin they ain't see me//
while i'm still on my journey i'll go see my P.O. Jerry.. just on top of his desk piss on his face then run away with my pants sagging//
i'd prolly not kill a person but a phew i'd put in the hospital.. then so sit in a dark room get out a pen paper an start writin loods//
my first letter would be to my dear baby motha.. confess about my lien and to kiss my son and the many girls i cheated on her witha//
my second would have to be to my my lil brother.. tellin him to keep his head up and we'll meet again the world isn't over//
The third to my older sibling including my mother an father.. the pain that i've caused them would turn over and no more drama//
but yall remember i still have a bottle of 20/20.. go to the grave yard find victors grave an pour the rest on where he lays//
then walk around until i find my grandmothers spot.. then sit there with a candle an a letter i wrote to hear too//
i choose not to move until my final minutes was up.. bells start to ring then i notice my 24 hours is up//

In my final 24 hours of livin', I'd really strive to be givin'
Give a buck fifty to da needy, help them to keep on livin'
Chill with my parents, goin' over the real good times
Meet my girl and do somethin' too vulgar for this rhyme
I'd look back in my life and learn to approve of myself
Listenin' to other fuckas ain't good for my mental health
Do everything in my limited power to keep loved ones safe
Teach my neices and nephews about livin' and keepin' face
And at the end of the day, I'd be in my room, all alone
Havin' conversations with god, tellin' him I'm ready to come home.

with twenty four left/ id probably relax and enjoy breath/
and be happy with what i got cause i could have had less/
ive had love and ive had stress/ my life has seen organization/
and seen mess/ clutter put together seam-less/ see this/
is hour five/ time to get off the couch and do something with my life/
cause hey im still alive/ call my peeps and tell em how much i love them/
and that ill always be there/ make your own decisions but always be fair/
then id kiss the sky/ and talk with the man/ hope he understands/
that my decisions were made on instinct and were not the plan/
cause it seems i fell off at times/ but i got back up /
its hard but it seems harder for me/

in the last 24 hourz I slept...woke up...
got ready...got purple haze and smoked up...
went out with my fam...came back to go with friendz...
went over to my niggaz crib...played X Box...smoked again...
came back...got online...talked to my ex on the phone...
she told me how she missed when we had sex at my home...
came back online...typed a rhyme...and I'm near to the finish...
it was this rhyme I'm typin' now and I'm still here to this minute...

Whens its over, I'd do all I can,
Celebrate my childhood, then becoming a man.
So much to do, so many to see.
But I'd die today and tomorrow by just bein' me.
Make that convo last just one more second.
Smile more, laugh, and make sure my hugs meant it.
I'd hold my moms and I'd stay up late.
Knowin its my time to go Heaven's Gate.
Do the things I love to do, and say alot of my bads,
But its time for Kyto to roll, its time to meet up wit my Dads.

(R.I.P TK 11-30-1995) See you when I get there.

If I 24 hours, bitches would fall like the twin towers, I'd spray in showers
Swiftly fuck bitches, givin' no flowers, rippin' snitches, Runnin' ya into ditches
Goin' to Kansas City would be deadly, The emptyin' of clips would be a medly
Fuck the Police they can't arrest me, They can't contest me, They the fuckin' Ho-lice
I'll let pay the lease on they grave, fuck everyone I don't have to behave
I'll smoke trees, Cuz I ain't got much time, I'll put everyone in a chalk outline

24 hours ta live, i got a lot ta give//
yeild food to tha poor, buy mom a crib//
buy poor babies bibs, fuck them hott gurls//
smack them fools wearin gerry curls//
get a chocolate vanilla swirl, b4 dinna//
then eat more food than a glutony sinna//
then go home , watch ma favorite shows//
only 24 hours to live really blows//

24 to live i would enter a gun fight with no gun
bust gats to kill in a dessert despite theres no one
i hope hell is nice
talk shit to suge knight have him hang me out the window like vanilla ice
and laugh like its funny
rob a bank for fun then give them bacc the money
climb to the top of a mountain with no rope and dive
0:03, 0:02, 0:01, 0:00, ........what the fucc.......they liiieeeeeeeed

My last 24 hours would be nothing but sweet/
I'd be fuckin, killin, and duckin, a expert in the street/
I'd get a pound of dro and face 15 blunts-fuck weed/
And get high ass hell and go on a killin spree, excerpt on the creep/
Any nigga in range, within point blank or 50 feet//
I takin em out, no questions asked/
If you rollin wit a nigga, no worrin bout a blunt gettin passed/
I'm going out like fuck the world its so corrupted, It figures it last, shit//
Fuckin bitches that I neva knew b-4, its gettin jrastic//
My last 24 hours is all in a days work you can have~it///

rotation around the clock, im lookin at the time go by/
wonderin what is on the other side, when i shall die//
last moments, last minutes, and the very last seconds/
24 hours aint enough for my mental status, it aint even pleasant//
living the life to the fullest, enthrallin' the caged memoirs/
takin' time to ponder up memories, force'n to escape like meteors//
like the bullets on the tabloids, rumors of chaos terrorizin' the front page/
it's like while im still alive, my 24 hours will subside-into-a-RAGE//
dark clouds hoverin over my cranium/
next life ....imma enjoy it......heavenly father im saved to HIM//

for MY final day...
you don't wanna KNOW what i'd have tah do/
i'd go right back to my CATH'lic school/
and stroll right into the girls' locker room/
and rape the showering girls, who are nude/
after my nuts gush from sluts, the teacher's cut/
i'd stab her fat ass in the back and in the gut/
"what tha fuck," i'd have to say, when i get detention for a month/
he might duck, but i'd kill the princibal for my next stunt/
then i'd go home, all covered up in blood,/
give the finger to the sky, and say,"Fuck you" to God above./

I Only Have 24 Hours To Live This Life
Between Me And Death There's A Strife
Dont Wanna Leave, So Much I Havent Seen
Im Hopin Its A Dream Cuz Im Only A Teen
If This Is The Truth, I Must Pay My Dues
I Look Down At My Neck Theres A Noose
My Time Is Comin Only About 3 More Hours
I See My Grave, There Are Billions Of Flowers
Start To Read My Tombstone, It Sed
"Our Loving Son, Who Didnt Deserve Death"
A Bright Light Appeared In Front Of My Eyes
I Cant Believe, It Wuz Like They Described
Heaven At Last, Never Thought I Would Be Here
So With A Final Gasp, Down My Face Came A Tear

twenty four street battles to earn that real respect
twenty three handshakes, from freshly battered vets
twenty two jabs to the twenty fourths egotistical neck
twenty one rounds of jack, but havent been poisoned yet
twenty minutes with sway and tech, best believe I'll catch wreck
nineteen bitches to break in my mattress
eighteen condoms, and one fat bitch
seventeen seconds till sixteen backs in
fifteen hours, and nothings been accomplished
fourteen murders, in which I was the witness and accomplice
thirteen stabs, till I embed you with blade deposits
twelve pints of blood, to throw on some lazy doctors
eleven cars to pick, and a suitcase in a locker
ten living in this house, I won't go down alone
jumped on top of everyone, and compounded fractured bones
nine got caught up in the confusion
eight o'clock, I woke up, had a day left, but didn't use it
seven cans of beer drank, as I write down my entire dream
six minutes left, I can feel death looming over me
five it's going black, momma pray for me
all the sudden, I dropped, but still had three minutes....three......damn

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