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Beyond the Bullit Remix feat./Yung Duke & Atticus
yea this idea came around when atticus turned his verse against me from the topical league into an open mic. So I told him I was gonna do the same thing. them he got the Idea of doin a collab together. And dont forget to vote the original for open mic of the min. Below is a Key to let you know who's who in the Collab.
Yung Duke=Bold/Atticus=Regular (Hook) Look Above And Below The Two Surfaces... Sky The Ground, Three Pushes Seaze Their Own Two Purposes... To Bring My Fall Like Autum Folliage... And Answer All Questions Beyond The Bullit... My Last Short Breath Takes All The Evil That I've Placed In... And I Grasp Every Thought That Flickers Through My Arrangement... But The Only Old Thing To Keep Rewinding Over Again... Is The Lingering Question Of What Lies Beyond The Bullit... Strong Aims Soley Point Out This Doubt Leaving My Only Voice Out To The Heavans Slowly Toyed... Thoughts Played, In Lonely Voids Seaming Moist From So Many Questions Like "Los Lonley Boys"... Bullits Folden Faith While I Hold This Open Place To Pull This Visual Aid From Memories Of Golden Gates... Still With Molded Paint Like Still Clips, Bold N' Faint All In One Image Of A Holesom Place Away From Colts N' Hate... Storybook Atmospheres Apear In All Glory So I Recall, Ordinary Sucsess Stories And Look Past All Worry... GOD SAVE ME!!!... As Weary Took Me, Collapsed These Years, So Sorry As My Faith Crumbled With Gods History Wrapped In My Tears Quary... Bullits, Jesus... God This, Childs Dreams Aren't Breathing... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!... Stop It, Please Jesus... My Ispirations Dead Just Contemplating These Thoughts... Devistation Spawns As Brilliance Is Just Another, Senclessly Caught... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!... These Webs Of The World Wide... Entrance All Times Of The Young Mind... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!... Kids Just Looking For There Out Of The Cold Wind... But Only Find That Wich Lies Beyond The Bullit... its nothin like they made it out to be at the place of my praise, but instead a split image replica of the place where I was raised, Rugged buildings, spray painted tags on the side, you know those sorts of things, the only difference I see, is that crazy man from down the block is equiped wit wings, this cant be heaven, because Sur 13's still roamin the blocks, and I know the dealers still around cause niggaz still runnin from cops, I couldve swore I left all of this in my past when that bullet hit me, at first Ithought I was in the land of purgatory, until I realized the simplicity, Heaven's not a place in general, but a domain where a man would most specifically like to be, so this is my heaven,the place I love most. one picture of my block could say 100 things about me... Bullits, Jesus... God This, Childs Dreams Aren't Breathing... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!... Stop It, Please Jesus... My Ispirations Dead Just Contemplating These Thoughts... Devistation Spawns As Brilliance Is Just Another, Senclessly Caught... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!... These Webs Of The World Wide... Entrance All Times Of The Young Mind... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!... Kids Just Looking For There Out Of The Cold Wind... But Only Find That Wich Lies Beyond The Bullit... life wasted; can tell I'm dead cause my heart's no longer pulsatin, but wide awake, standin in a line behind 2 doors that are adjacent, I'm not dumb, I knew I was to sit here awaitin my placemetnt, I'm lookin back on my life now, reminiscin on how my days went, heard one word that I knew would decide the fate of my eternal afterlife, "NEXT", the word burned my ears like I knew where I was from there on to reside, I locked eyes wit a man that looked to be half Spawn, and half Arc, the only comprimisation of both sides, the mighty light, and the grim dark, he touched my forehead like I was Uncle Charles, and gave me a thumb up like he was the Fonze, then told me to get on and go join the man wit the hair of wool and the skin of bronze... Every Droplet Severs Prophets And Harps, Angels, STOP IT! Wings Fall, Breaking My Heart... Cloud Nine Met Its Minus, Three Kings Cheeper Starts Sureneties Birth At Six Feet Darker Then Previous Creations Of Art... Once Apon A Challenged Youth I Spun My Lies In Truth And Had My Beliefs Crushed By Maliced Crews... Learned To Huss-le And Use Others Trust To Bust My Feet Threw The Doors Of Out Lived Tunes... I Used To Picture God With Her Pure White Robe, Wish Ya Could Have Grown Out Of More Then Smoke And Light Shows... Saw White Rows Of Clouds Out Among Miles Of Bright Flows Of Gods Power In More Then A Pine Cone... (Closer) Regretfully Finding Answers... As I Dance Around These Cancers... Damp Shirts And Lands Burned... As The Youth Of The World Utters Their Last Words... Kids Just Looking For There Out Of The Cold Wind... But Only Find That Wich Lies Beyond The Bullit... |
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wow, this was dope y'all, such raw emotion and vivid imagery, damn, nice use of words too.......good drop.....you both are talented for real...
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dat peice was decent had some multi's and decent vocab usage and the structure was a lil off but overall it was nice
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Ya Alittle Off Like Your Battle Record... Dont Tryn Play Like You Werent All Over That... |
wordplay structure an multis all hit pretty sweetly, dropped a hott collab.
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man this is the best slept on open mic ever lol
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Pretty Not Alot Off Vocab But Good
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shit gettin slept on like it did a year ago. lmao
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