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Ill Hill...open for business
Old A.I. fam in no questions asked...
New Faces...give me a link or a little 10-line tryout thing...you're pressing your luck with "no tryout needed" type shit...dont do it unless you REALLY dont need a tryout...dont try to wear your big-boy pants if you havent grown into them yet... Now that that's out of the way let me tell you a little bit about what I'm trying to do here...
Ill work the kinks out as I go...hit me with any questions...but yeah here it is...lets see those tryouts... |
Ill Hill, dopeness schema.
Or you could just come to The Council..... |
schema gluck nice to see sum ill crews goin on this site.......oh yea The Blueprint is back!!!!!!!111
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in...but stop explaining your punches...I cant have ill hillers explaining their punches...
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wut about people from Unbalanced Prophetz...A.I.'s Junior Crew
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tryout...we dont have a junior division but if youre good enough you can make it in...
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okay been gone for a minute.. and im a free agent.. so im gonna look at this crew.. not sure yet.. but just give me the word schema and i will get back at ya..
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dont be indecisive...yay or nay?
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Sounds Nice......
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Hey Schema i think you know me..lol...here's a verse i dropped against Dopeman, which was a K.O.
Tear's Of My Fellow Soldier Plummet & Embrace The Blood Soaked Soil- Soldier's Heart's were Worn-Torn Blood Pressure's Continued To Boil- In My Mind i was Thinking"How Could Mankind Engage In This Destruction?"- Knowing that Every Life was Cherished By a Loved one and Was Just a Reduction- Shell's Were Propelled By Steel Gargantuan Beast's Known as Tank's- Weapon's Of War & Emotion's Dissolved The Sanity In Our Rank's- I Glanced at The Corporal, His Eye's Were Glazed & Stained By Vision's Of Companion's Life's Ceasing- The Trenches Were Filled By Tension I the air,The Morality & Committment Was Rapidly Deceasing- Crackle's and Twisted Scream's Were drowned Out By the Distinct Din Of Shell's- The Army Training was a Diminished Picture Compared to The Trenches & Battlefield which was Embraced By Yell's- Distorted, Mutilated Body's Lay Decapitated Littered Among The Trenches Being grieved by Soldier's- Some face's were Traumatised Unready For the Task Ahead,Emotion's expressed by a Stoney texture,Like Boulder's- I did'nt Choose This Path I was Sent To Militart School and Drafted at 18- I was sent away To Clear My head-Of The Memorie's Of My Aborted Baby- |
you are in topically...rep the siggy my friend...
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Schema Lyrical Flowz Conclusion |
Coo Schema, Ima Rep Ill Hill Hard Nigka.
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Yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Let Me In Check My Open Mic Its Called " Yal Niggas" And Check My Open Mic Diss To Choas " Choas Sit Down" Check My Verse Out
Go To Open Mic U Should See Them.........word |
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