0-18... bring me down
 

as a child grow'n up I was deprived of love,
parents who didn't care, shuned they only son.//
maybe that's what made my dad run,//
sometimes I wonder if I even had one//
fuck it, if I met him, I'd shake his hand.//
then take a stab in the dark, laugh and slice more marks.//
cut him to little pieces and claim it as art.//
remarks have been made since day 1.//
people say'n "that child's got something wrong".//
no shit, look at my mom, she raised me this way.//
her version of praise was a bottle-a wine and lasuratin' my mental with rage.//
say'n shit like I'm-a never ammount to shit.//
I'm just like "him", damn, I guess the apple don't fall far from the tree.//
but fuck that, I'm-a never leave my baby, or my girl.//
they my whole world, between cold work, an' my rhyme book.//
but back on track, is it any suprise I turned to crime, look.//
my mind was racin' thru states of hate an' depression.//
facin' regression from bein' withdraw'n from the world.//
songs from pac my only release from my central hurt.//
learned from the streets, family didn't teach me shit.//
earned allowance from weed since grade 3, it makes me sick when I remaniss.//
I was just a kid, fell into the wrong crowd.//
but at the time it seemed right, they seemed proud.//
more than I could say for my relatives,
when I was around it seemed they just screamed a'loud.//
how could I flourish or relish in these sub-conditions.//
shuned an' hitten, beaten to bruises for repeatin' words I heard from listnin'.//
I dipped by age 12, I was like "fuck this" I'm- out.//
to this day I still ain't know if they noticed or gave a shout.//
affraid an' surrounded by strange sounds, I prayed a'loud.//
"god I need help, a release, please.. please"...
my prayers went un-noticed it seemed, day's past, lookin' like there's no hope for me.//
just a yung blunt stuck on the street, goin' on 13.. no luck.//
laid up on a cold cott from the dumpster, no shelter 'cept this cardboard box.//
I was about to give up, when I met this guy, a gangsta type.//
Nigel, he took me in, taught me tha trade, fed me an' paved my way.//
education thru the day, at night I strived to change my brain state.//
learned to skay weight an' cook on tha hot plate.//
hold an' cock a gauge, an' eventually I was sent out choppin' yay.//
made tha stacks I have now, connecs I have now, respect I have now.//
try'n bring me down now..

Dude this peice was Ill

Fav part was
fuck it, if I met him, I'd shake his hand.//
then take a stab in the dark, laugh and slice more marks.//
cut him to little pieces and claim it as art.//


I loved this peice Bro

thx dawg.. it was hard for me to write some of this shit, it's mad personal shit.. I usually try not to go to that place in my mind, those were past days na'm'say'n..

JOINTED
 

sort of reminds me like 'Eminem'BLAH
but the rhymes and thoughts were def. dog can you check my piece and give me feedback.
Cuz you no what your doingBLAH
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.You My Nigga.
 

Damn kid, that's why you my nigga 'n shit. Deep as post, I was feelin' where you were comin' from. Felt like you were in a fuckin' zone when you wrote this piece. I was likin' it dog, madly uppin' on this thread. Y'all m.c.'s better not sleep! This cat is for real, Blunt_MC, a real ass nigga yo.

thx brethrin'.. uppin' this shit

very nice blunt, i could feel the pain in this one. I know it was hard to wright about so keep wrighting and this is one of your best in my opinon!

actually alot of it was hate not pain... written in a kinda slow painful way, but you can see by the first part about my mom and dad that it's hate not sadness..

Damn Blunt....This was a Heart Felt drop...I was really feelin it...I like da way u put ur emotions into lyrics...Nice shit dawg

thx dawg.. what's poppin' wit that collab we supposed to be doin'..

IM FEELIN THIS ALL THE WAY HOT ISH

dis ending was tight

hold an' cock a gauge, an' eventually I was sent out choppin' yay.//
made tha stacks I have now, connecs I have now, respect I have now.//
try'n bring me down now..

really.. I thought that was the weakest part.. I got sick of writing and just threw together a quick finish.. lol..

uppin'

Blunt this flow, yet another on point, Feelin this joint, sorry this shit occured in life but you sure expressed it in a way we would feel it...uppin dawg.

pretty good stuff
i was just wondering
why do you rip on the american government so much when u live in toranto?
just wondering
your audio is aight too
peace

one word....long......nah..it was ill homie...HEY THIS IS MY 100th post..yay!!!!!! i can change my avatar!!!!

lol... I rip on the us government 'cause the canadian government's boering as fuck.. that an' we all know america pretty much runs canada ne-way

Like My Mans Grym Said
Fuckin dope Yo
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BLUNT THIS RIGHT HERE IS WHAT WE CALL "HARCORE RAPS". I MEAN DAMN MONEY THE LYRICAL MATERIAL HERE DID NOT EVEN MATTER BECAUSE YOU WERE SPILLING YOUR HEART ON THE REAL. I'M UPPINN JUST BECAUSE IT SOUNDED LIKE TRUTH, PERIOD. "REAL RAW RAPS" HERE SON. LA' FAM. IS THE TRUTH.