Write To This Picture: July '04
 

Write to this picture for July

Wat i knew is no longer....gottah do me to becum stronger
 

To yall: I shouldn't give this away, but sum of yall are probably slow and wont really catch it, just think of a gangstah fam, wit one daughter........yall put tha rets to it :shoot: :laugh:

:huh: The grounds that I knew once pure & true are disturbed beyond what the prophecy drew/ Once vivid skies has now set a downcast within my eyes/ watching from the outside in, I witness my father fall @ the hand of sin,wherever he is moved will ripple affects like a sasoon

Placed on this board& made to stay, none of this would've happened if i had state my case/ My soul in shackles, my feet had bricks, i can't believe i have to deal with this shit

Where are the knights, pawns and rooks(NICCAZ), that when they were nothing my father took them in/ What happened to all the shit they pronounced, letting rage & fear grow in my system, I'm now bound to enlist them on the blackball list, cuz as far as im concerned THESE NICCAZ RENOUNCED :thefinger

i can rebuild this empire by myself, Life is a game of chess, so imma do my best to bring sum knew shit to tha game/i guareenteed you muthafuckaz my fam name will mever eva be shamed :laugh2:

We move in our lives, like pieces in a chess game
Blacks & Whites side by side, we all the same
Dark passes into light, through all achievements we try
coz through all the obstructions, we'll see the blue in the sky
World full of hate. haters & killers
but we still stand tall, even with broken pillars

I really dont kno man, its really wierd, lol. I think that the bigger pic. (not including the window) is the game of life (chess=game) and no one see's God and he never is able to help. But when they look out of ordinary ish (outa the window) the will see God's hands moving us.

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was this supposed to rhyme???? LOL. well I didnt rap it, so w/e! peace up O-town around! ahhhaaahhhhh!~

Your explination was good though

pawn played, puppet strings, built a brigade//
even the king has no say, it all lies on fate//
all the day, the skys are gray, as black and white fight//
but in the light a window falls to reflex on all our lives//
there is no prize wit guns and knives, they only live in vain//
repeatin pain, same ole same, it jus a stupid game//
so many slain, they still lay, as they realize there purpose in life//
pratice vice, there's no afterlife, all thas left is sacrafice//

Whites vs Blacks...my thoughts if you ask me
That's what the picture says...that's what it says exactly
Back to phase one
Where all there is, is racism
Alwayz when Whites came first and Blacks went last
Welcome to a flashback of the dense past
The game is still on till you take out the King
That's what the Whites did to Martin Luther King
They took the only one that actually had a dream
But i see the hand as God moving us on...like it was said by Ameen
He moves us...jumps us...decides when we're taken away
Decides when we will last see the lights of day
But this one it particular is dark and grim
Those pieces are sitting there just waiting for him
Waiting for him to move them on
Just waiting for him to move the knights, rooks, and pawns

I play against the world, one region at a time/
Moving like lightning while leaving Bad weather behind/
leavin zone in black and white views, no latinos involved/
we to evolved, so the lord blessed me wit the striength to let the clouds revolve/
Formulate a puzzle of pain, monopolize U poor like Ukrane/
emagine one head spitting wit 2 brains/
One tongue moveing like 2 fan blades in the open/
Play chest wit the planets and let U watch in slow motion/
Just for U to flow like me, Ud half utilize and drain an ocean/
I flow wit the power and striength of Mytis/
explode on paper, on audio I fight wit Ritouse nitrus that'll blacklist Ur hypness/
all U hear is sirens, and screams as I crack mother earths surface/
rymin picture perfect, while flipin nigga Like the Barlem and Baily Curcus/

Please vote on my battle honestly.

Battle..........................me,them.
Kelo.............................4 to 0.
Bk 2 tha futur...............1 to 1.
.Gunit101.....................0 to 0.
Jaeburnz......................3 to 1.

this picture to me, is like heaven n hell, the window represents the gates of hell with the evil hand of man. n its sayin that life is like a chess game.. thats what im thinkin when i write this.

constant battles of good n bad....heaven n hell
so many moves....so many choices to live right or rebell
tha hand of god....guides souls.....setups with a big picture
good n bad moves, the difference between dyin n gettin richer
its the battle field of life...problems decypherin which side
good or evil, its pety now...but once u die it gits amplafied
im sure of this, a man could spend his whole life tryin 2 see
underlying inscriptions.....but it comes down 2 who u believe
dont git deceaved, lifes a game.....depends how good you play
dont git discouraged by hardships......n let your faith stray
every day is a new day, jus play yo cards right....n ull find
if you ignor the hand of man, have faith with a richeous mind
life will become easy, like playing piano with right chord
youll be winning the game of life, like check-mate on a chess board

As i stand solid, firmly planted in line, waiting,
for my next move,i realize im stuck watching,
each one of us is a player,
in a game we've all won and failed,i must be keen and quick,
or opponents will prevail

is it predestined in our minds or do we control our motions?
there is a doorway, foresight, intuition....is this god?
i sometimes feel those hands help me in the roughest of times
and although i cant see it, the energy is there in my minds eye,

and so we are lined up, stuck in our own realities,
wanting to move, but which is right and wrong? not knowing i try,
these are the lessons we learn, the choices we choose to get by.........

I jump knights,take queens,check souljahs,ya window of oppertunity is gettin small ya games over.You dudes is sleepin like woke up wit a hangover,yall too lame I flame until my God say my lifes over.

We all movin in our own ways, but we headin to the same place
Whites and blacks together, but we still belong to a different race
We look for windows of opporunity, for someone to guide us
But we run away from god, and he's just tryin to find us
In the end it dont matter what color we have in our skin
We will be judged by god someday, just based on our sin
But we cant seem to get along, why cant we just live in peace?
Like a chess game its white against black, and thats how it will always be

unoriginal but fuck it...

two races dominate..racin for a window of opportunity
as brains and actions collide..racism brings competition to communites
maturity takes a back seat..as races fight for the dollar
and its' about greed and hate....ironically their fighting for one color
being human is at a cost...but both races get lost in troubles
each make different moves..but it seems one always pops anothers bubble
it grabs hold of nature filling light clouds with grey matters
as success is envied...failure will always be a checkered ladder
you could call the climb chess...as everymove impacts position
only the race thats at the top is falsely white superstition
standin buildings crumble while differences break it's strongest joints
and as both races fight....the spotlight shadows all their standing points

I see Gods fist twist the neck of some twit
As we stand back laugh and watch it
It looks like a busted broken backwards background
Checker board floors for you to get your ass down
But this aint a club for you to get your dance on
This is Rapbattles fool, so fuckin get your rap on
Broken pillers left from MC serial killers
From legendary writers that were Rapbattle thrillers