EyeDentdy v.s. WillNova rnd. 2 topical battle
 

Here is the skinney.

write about being on death row, not the label, the death sentince type shit. try to keep it lyrical and a lil less poetic u know. that shit gets a lil boring. say wat ever U want. as long as it has to do wit the topic. I'll start my verse right now. I should be done in about 30 min or so. U can write and post when ever U want. no limits to how many bars. If U need more time, just let me know.

as a man stands in a dark room with nothing but a crack in a wall to keep him from loosing his complete sanity, Prisoner#154672 in cell block 6, taps his feet in a rythmatic pattern. The man whith nothing to live for, and a lot to die for then looks around his cage and realizes for the first time in 2 years that he will never see the sunrise again. (slow beat plays)

enter the mind.....of a homocidal lunatic/
Bi-Polar whatching alter egos hangin off a crusafix/
Numerouse body counts.... got me like an illusionist/
blood on my palms, the feel of bars make me furiouse/
going back to the days, when the hood was all about.../
makin paper routs just to see what U'd get out/
but hiphop and clint eastwood movies has washed my brains out/
Death kreeps up behind me, touches my inner thoughts blindly now/
whent too far while I was ryming/
the shrink got slaped for thinking I was crying out/
killed more than just the alphabets while I was freestyling/
subconciouse nonesence gots me wilen' violent/
in a cage, wit my last days drawing near in silence/
tally em up wit a nail screachin against a wall/
not enough air or food, and no sun light shinning at all/
I dont fit in wit these niggaz, they got rapist and racist/
shock derapy docters comin in and out wit suits and cases/
Wills gettin exacuted today, the lights been flickerin at fast paces/
Mine is an old school fireing squad, nothin like getting shot in vast places/
all I did was run up on some fans and shot em in there faces/
now Im being cutt off from existance itself/
for instense, intense decisions enormasly forfit my health/
the prison gaurd talks to me alot, he says"boy, U goin to hell"/
but Im knowing this well/
should turned to god befor I saw the hole and I fell/

He stops to hear the priest coming. he can tell becouse of the manner the all the other captives and savages have silenced in respect. the Priest stands outside his cell and looks at him wit a glare of forgiveness. The man looks at him and says.

Father, I know that in life Iv sinned/
I heard how life must end in order for it to begin/
but I aint ready to die by Ur hands/
I rather take my self Out,
and he pulls out a shank from his pants..........

my head spinnin crazy, how I get in this predicament//
leavin my wife and babies, knowin that I'm innocent//
discrimanent, these sntences, its ridiculous//
freedom, can forget it, should of predicted this//
steak and grits, fried chicken, ziti and veal//
food to heal, like Snoop receive my last meal//
ready to be killed, life gives cheap thrills//
stuck behind steel, u can't win with just will//
and it's all to real as the gaurd opens the cell up//
my body being felt up, then put on the cold handcuffs//
I stand up, and they lead me single file//
feel like John Herny walkin the green mile//
leave with a smile, and the immates pay their respect//
look down, chin to my neck, tears roll down to my chest//
take a deep breath as they walk to this room//
looked like a hospital but smelt like a tomb//
to my doom, they ask me do you have some last words//
being observed by the victims family, so they heard//
I'm sorry for ya son's lost, but I'm a innocent man//
u probably don't believe, but only God can judge man//
could of ran, but I didn't, would never hurt the living//
no disrepect, ya'll ignorant, but ya already been forgivin//
I sit bac like I'm chillin and close my eyes//
injected wit posions waitin for my soul to rise//

luved that shit kid, we should do this shit more offten dawg. thanx, it feels more like a launge rather than a battle. I needed this shit. Now lets get some votes in.

Hell yeah, I was thinkin of it like a song, we both spit our verses... as always u were a great lyricist, lets get these votes in..... uppin

yo, seriecly, we need votes in this piece. Its a good battle, dont make me search out and start killin niggaz in they sleep for this shit. I'll go on tour in the Mistery Mechine and go on a rampage killin niggaz just cuz they aint vote. I do kinda do wanna resort to this but judgin by all the fun shit I wanna do while Im at this, it'll cut in too much on my "i dont do shit all day" time. so holla at us and vote.

Yo Nova, get this shit closed, nones voted on it, fuck it.