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(Jimmy Pocketz) vs Kein Witz
Topic: Cops on Patrol
Topic Battle Rules: 10 - UNLIMITED Lines No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting Minimum posts to vote: 20 Check in by: 05-14-05 at 08:28 PM Must drop verse in 4320 minutes after check in. |
Kein Witz has ACCEPTED this battle on 05-11-05 08:42 PM.
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Sort of long... :D
The rain fell hard, running in rivulets down the cemetery. A priest recited rituals, the dead bodied was lowered, buried. "Mr. John Lakes, 1964-2005...Loyal Father, once married" said the tombstone's inscription, read by one ex-cop, wary. He had no umbrella to shield him from the drops of rain, mixing with the tears on his gaunt cheeks, hiding the pain. His fingers twitched involuntarily, as he tried to explain: it wasn't his fault, his emotions unable to be contained. He stood there for hours, eyes narrowed to the grave, of one of the only two people, in his career, he hadn't saved. Once-lieutenant, turning eyes away, departed with a wave, fresh flowers on the burial site, mixed with others he gave. His shoes, standard issue, slapped audibly on the street; bringing up puddles, oblivious, head hung in simple defeat. A child stared from an alley, scavaging for food to eat. He noticed the eyes, the nose, dug in his pockets for a treat. His hands came up empty, clenching a few strands of lint. The ex-cop turned away,seeing the couple wherever he went. He quickened his pace with a stoic face, broke into a sprint. Remember everything he had once did, everything he didn't. Riding in his cruiser, his foot slamming down the pedal, making a sharp turn, hearing the crumpling of metal. Held by his seatbelt, he waited for his thoughts to settle. The unlucky passenger died, grasping a handful of petals. Turns out the flowers were for his Alzheimer-stricken mom. Roses, the thorns biting into the dead man's pale palm. The cop's eyes were sullen, sinking into their sockets. His hands reached around, landing next to his left pocket. He took the gun in his hand, a tool to end his pain. To his temple, pulled the trigger, the walls coated with brains. |
Sorry, I was trying to compress it because it was too long. It was going to be a huge one...basically, he was chasing a person in hot pursuit and slammed into a car, killing the other person. Where are you, Jimmy?
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(Jimmy Pocketz) has ACCEPTED this battle on 05-13-05 12:18 AM.
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......John:So What is it Like Being a Cop in Detroit? .......Royce:Depressing .......John:4 Real man...my Phones going out Tell Me .......Royce: Itz DANGEROUS........ The Truth is this City is Worn out and Truthfully Deminished With Broken Down Cadillacs and Buildings Neva Re-Finished Over on 8 Mile you Can find the Prostitues turning Tricks For their Rent...and there life gets Spents Burning Dicks With the Slightest of Remorse for there Last Days Pleeding Exchanging Needles with Feens Notice there Aids is Bleeding And Seeping out of there Pores..Go Look Across the Street Notice the Hustlers and Busters in Disguise Trying 2 Beat The Descreet Savy... of the Citys Few Law Biting Citizens Like the Living Legend Rosa Parks are Pushed into Existence and the Importance is no Longer Noticed or Even Focused On Because your Forgot like a Champion that was Suppose 2 Won The Constant Battle of The Cheddar Boyz and the Street Lordz & the Gang Community is Immunity its Nothing but Street Warz Between the Pimps and There Tricks that Supply them Wealth But Notice the Bums whos Dinner is Gum.. But the Mayor...... wont even help them Supply 4 them Self So Basically after Eleven.. O.. Clock Pm the Lights turn Dim and the Freaks Come Out and our Surving Chances turn Slim All were Equipped with is these Clipz...Shotgun and NightStick And my BulletProof Vest Got Tested by Bulletz from a LightCrip That Thought trying to Flaw... the Law was a Worthier Cause to Try to Put Me.. and My Partners Life in his very Own Palms Not Focuseing on the Fact that Now he Has Life in the Prison On A Bad Choice Wrong Night now he has Life in the System Due to him being a Feen and a Product of his Enviorement Which is the Reason im Done with this Beat and im Retireing Because i cant Take Seeing Husbands Beating on there Wives and The Crackheadz and Aids Victims Beating on there Lives So this is my Last time on the Beat..... and my Last ................Moment of Light and Life *Royce Points Gun at His Temple and Pulls the Trigger* ............John:HELLO HELLO...ROYCE what was that Noise? |
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Uppin' for some votes...Nice drop there. This should be good.
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Yea good drop Kid.....classic battle.....................
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o_O Interesting, both of our topics end in the cops blowing out their brains. :D I should've used inner rhymes and stuff. If people'd friggin' vote, we could have a rematch or collab or something.
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Voted For: (Jimmy Pocketz)
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Voted For: Kein Witz
both was nice. good structures and all....the win goes too... Vote disqualified for inadequate feedback. Please see this thread if you need help on what qualifies as an acceptable explanation. |
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