Ill-Grammatix Vs. Ike
 

Ill-Grammatix (East Coast) Vs. Ike (South Side)



Check In by 12:00 AM Eastern Time On Monday November 8th
Verse due by 12:00 AM Eastern Time On Wednesday November 10th
Votes due by 12:00 AM Eastern Time On Saturday November 13th


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The Topic Is : Youre A Terrorist, Youve Been Told By Your Leader To Kill Every Member Of Your Family, What Would You Do?

i dont have anything to check in on.....so i guess im checkin in here....ill have my verse up by wednesday

wel if ill isnt gonna lay his verse down then im not gonna waste anything

damn... i ain't even know about this... is it still cool to drop?...ok got until the 10th...omma drop in a lil bit... fuck...

A new recruit inside a dominating terrorist group
to show my loyalty they say i gotta give them some proof
my first mission is reconnaisance... on top of a roof
they say my target is the lady at the telephone booth
i grab my sniper rifle; take another look through the sights
i steady my aim, put one in her brain, kiss her goodnight
misson complete, i get the address of the next hit
hop in the whip, get mentally ready to wreck shit
pull up ta da crib, sneak in the back, no need for keys
i been in this place before so i'll be in and out with ease
turn the lights off... make way to the kitchen and find a knife
then i'm off to the second floor, it's time to take another life
walk softly, back to da wall, creeping up on the door
turn the knob ever so gently as i kneel down on the floor
stick my head in... and see that my victim is sound asleep
so sweet... and just a child... but a terrorist can't be weak
creeped forward and grabbed a pillow and placed it over his face
decided against the knife so i had to asphyxsiate
he put up a fight... and finally his body stopped resisting
i thought it was gon' be easy... who'd i think that i was kidding?
two bodies to go... don't know if i can manage too much more
i'm starting to crack... ain't no turning back... complete my chores
i exit the room ... enter the next... tears in my eyes
then... "Daddy, I want some water" ... grabbed my daughter and i cried
i get her a drink, send her to bed ...tell her i love her
i tuck her in with her brother... already done killed the other
her mother ain't coming back... i'm in my room... i'm still sobbin'
fuck terrorist groups... how da hell i get mixed up with Bin Laden?
called my sis to get the kids... hang up then lay in the bed
put pistol to head... i figure that i'm better off dead

Ill-Grammatix Wins By No Show