Write To This Picture: September '04
 

Write to this picture for September. Image created by Sean Briggs

i'll give it a try..


Ghostly Creations, pools of meditation, Energy is Uniform
Raising my fist in triumph as I astrally fly on the back of a Unicorn
Distorted vision from the fog, i dwell in Mercy waters
violate this space, my sword to u is my only offer





I don't know, i've never done this..

tried to take warrior's life neva that//
swing my sword like Barry Bonds do a baseball bat//
u tryin steal horse too//
if there was guns back in this time//
i'd prolly have to shoot u//

yo dis pic is hard yo

My spirit emerges vengeful and reborn
The lake has given me power through the blade of this sword
U thought u'd slain me, it was true, i was once deceased
reincarnation, from the land of damnation aint karma a bitch
cos this sword will puncture a hole to big for a stitch
and when u have bled, and fallen to the floor
justice will have been done ,and 2 the lake i will dwell once more

aight-
you can't killa real warrior, drown or shot
real soldiers could do like houdini and excape from a box
you'll never kill me by tha sword, or tha gun
im risin' up from tha deeps for revenge,
your life is done....
the end muthafucka's

im that warrior trying to walk through the water like jesus
im gonna turn all this hating emcees to followers and belivers
You dont see me most of the time cuz im still underwater
But ima still hit the family hard like the sperm in there mother that aint come from the father

Legends are drowning , my shadow is in the background my father,
I strive to come from underground barley gettin my fist above the water
Im sinking, my hope of living is becoming empty and rather pointless
through the fog i hear a voice saying have faith ICE come and join us
Sun setting or is it rising, every time i get pushed under i keep on fighting
To make a name for myself , the life i lead is gonna be that of writing
Unicorn by his side i see GOD is in the back ground praying that i do this
The sword i yeild represents the mic and from the water i am born a Lyricist

soul of a soldier neva quitted always commited
he stuck to his plans tite like a new era fitted
if ya mans fail think u could join him that deep
the strong only fail if overpowered by the weak
think about it a new life is emerged and born
best believe ya friend will continue ya legacy life goes on..

this was my first , ive neva done this before either i think i did go tho...

I can’t see with the mist, my visions impaired
Lost all my bearings, now our life’s are feared
The forest sheltered me,,,.. now I’m in the lake
Horse is becoming agitated, help me for god sake
I can see a beacon of light, in the distance calling
Walked into the marsh,,. but my body kept falling
Didn’t realise I had tread upon the lake of the dead
Evil battles taken place here, the map was miss read
Felt a sharp object impale my chest, feel light headed
All I see is red, pulled down, the sword is still in beded

im re-do mine-
spirits is restless, fallen soilders risin' from tha deeps
they takin' streets, dawn of tha dead shit passin out "creeps"
tha sword burst through tha threshold leaving niggaz in awe
until tha body rises lik in thriller, and givez a man a slash to tha jaw
-four lines rhyme-
everbodys in panic, brains goin' frantic, resident evil type shit
but this aint no game death is game over, keep runnin' or Quit
it don't matter cuz zombies is everywhere, your ends gettin split
this how its goin' down it armagedon, the worlds losin' life like its throats been slit

niggaz peepin outta water/
soilder killin wit his sword or a saw saudder/
just makin more bitches attracted to him/
its like a brand new kill/
maybe cuz of hiz bills/
damn about to stab a female/
u can tell dis guys goin to hell/

is dis aight its my first

Betcha Ill have the illest one:

In the war, they knew they couldnt win without killing me.
So they force my head and body under the deep blue sea.
Horses trot away, with warriors, feelin, mission accomplished.
Im hullicinatin under water, my sword still cuttin up mirages.
I have no reason to question, I know death is near.
So I hold my right arm up, as a salute to those who got me here.
Never feared this fact, we all die sometime in out lives.
So even if I sink, I still know that I'd remain at the top in everyones eyes.
OHHHHH!!
Ya boy is ill!

And ya boy added 2 lines!!!!!

Its ok Hawk

Not the best
But it was descent

lol, I was board so I tried...I never do that topical stuff...this is like my second one.

mine's the dopest

there once was a warrior who road atop a horse
i chopped off his arm, and then i fucked his corpse
ate the remains and tossed the arm into the lake
i got a little sick cause the flesh wasn't baked
so i puked up the left overs and the horse came over
to my suprise he ate the puke along with some green clovers
and he turned out alright, as i rode him outa sight
merry christmas to all and to all a good night

the hand of a hero from a far away land
here to stand for freedom, sword contraband
a symbol of ethics unity and pride
he fucked his friend's wife
so here the hero died
hahahaha

Thats Funny


Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Your Wack

this man was a great soldier, but hero's never die..
he put up a fight... and never swalloed his pride...
so with his last breath he holds his hand high..
and the man and the fog takes his horse for a ride..
his lifetime was great and he has saved many lives..
as a soldier he's dead... but again true hero's never die....

instead of him pullin out tha clip/
he gonna stick ppl who runnin there lip/
hes like a flat surface with a dip in the middle/
he got fucked up before/
why u think hes in tha water callin ppl out for more/

stuck in a pool full of lust...
speak to the star's ...they the only one he trust..
cutting out of this anquish is a must......
or is he destined to crumble into dust.........
blaH.........

stuck in a pool full of blood/
hes stuck in there like a foot in mud/
when ever he kills its silent like a dud/
he only rises when he gets done with a Bud/

hows this one guys

cant never defeat me ill rise above water
then with one arm sever all ties to my slaughter
the living dead coming back for vengence
murder my murderers and anyone of resemblence
life sentence confined to the water under the surface
if im not back i perish of the outside world to wonder is worthless
im an urban legend, a fable you dont belive i exist
until you come test it and the swords the only thing you see through the mist
slay you then eat ya corpse sharpen ya foot bones and use your feet as forks
no survivers, cant let this leak of course...son i'll even eat ya horse
then lay under the surface to rest and recover
then wake to eat men whove been tested by lovers
it never fails, each day i get a course-that-is-grand
wait...hold up, here comes a horse-and-his-man


eh...blah...i should start practicin topicals instead of battle verses

the air was thick and the fog was ample
during my swim across slavery lake i was trampled
the sky was dark and the sight was blinding
and only the hope of seeing the sunlight shining
kept me fighting
until i got tired and pressures was too strong to bare
but still i died fighting with my sword in the air
then me and my trusted steed walk away from death





...and to my grave

..here u go 1 of if not the best on here....

this warrior made one final action
to raise his sword up, jus a reaction

he is already in another place
but at all costs he avoids disgrace

he was struck down, and lost the fight
but still he managed to give a sight

a tru soldier, fightin to the death
even till the water takes his breath

ahhh ya'll r all so good at this i aint even gonna attempt..but good job EVERYONE ELSE but me

sacramento
 

don't put yourm self down, you can do it you just ain't tried

I lost my sword after throwing it so dove into the river...
I dive into it too fast..n it quickly stabs into my livers...
Then I get up..it was hard..
I almsot made it..didn't get to far

The last struggle of a solja raises his sward in one last action,
as the man in the back stands with his horse laughin,
knowin that he is the best and stands alone,
and lays the soldier to rest to clam the throne,
as the misty dew rises like a heart through a humble mans chest,
through the mans rib cage filled wit rage knowin he's still not the best,
theres still a chance that he could be overthrown,
he has more hate feeling that he just dont know.

just a little comical flow
and the best one here

i jumped off my boat headed home to get some trim
when i soon realized i never learned to swim
don't get it twisted i wasn't going down a fighter
i took off my sword in hopes i would become lighter
help,help, somebody please help is all i kept asking
when in the shadows i saw my homie with his horse laughing
i thought to my self look at this clown
but before i could cuss him out i drowned

Drowning to a deep dark lake to portray
That Soldiers like him die every day
It dont matta if you a vet or a rook
look how easyly his life was just took
A sleeky bitch came up from behind
Too think Cheapshots should be considerd a crime
Cuz he could feel the blade come in side of his stomache
It feels like hes' been all sickend and drunkin
But as him and his sword become a treasure thats sunkin
And has his flesh gets eaten up his bodies nothing
and his swords been at the bottom rustin
This whole time i was wit this guys bitch in the castle fuckin

The weak arm ripping through the blue weak open waters
Weddling the sword that ripped through Nations Borders
Standing in the background is a bloody forgotten President
Still wondering why the enemie took out his country to dat extent

in the deep ocean blue/
horric striptures my mind running thru/
teerible times awakened with out any sleep/
though this time we used swords not heat/
but i rise above any outcome, im a surviver/
without my i horse i caint outrun, i lose to my rival/
burin senations runnin thru my veins like ether/
well we finaly proven that i caint beat ya/

im at school yall not enough time 4 real to right something good

my first time gettin into this

imma get you back thats why im prowlin
you thought i was drowinin but i gonna get my stallion
drinkin water by the gallons with my lips stammerin
that my sword will hit you with more force than shaolin
the trees makes my voice echo when im shoutin
you think the mist is hidin you well im doubtin
as you prancin im pouncin strait off the mountain
impale you with like a fountain until the water starts ripplin from your shoutin

New pic plz.....

Comin out of a battle but survived wit simply one sword,
To let all men die, Id have to call his leader a dumb lord,
He's dyin, he's drownin, all dis stuff sound so herioic,
But in real life he'd be dead, and dam he shud no it,
Maybe theres a savior, sum fool comin in on a horse,
Its too late, cuz he simply wud give up to the rivers force,
I feel sorry for any1 who wud have to and die like dat,
He's weak and fo sum reason simply cant fight back.