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Leader and Founder: H.D. aka Heaven's Demon Co-Leaders: Fire Optikz & Cannabarz Head Assassin: RoB SeVeN Text: 1) Equationz 2) Fire Optikz 3) H.D. 4) Bakes 5) Viva La Kon 6) Think-Beyond 7) Lion King 8) SymboliX 9) RoB SeVeN 10) Prolific D.A Poet 11) Cannabarz 12) Vital Audio: 1) H.D. 2) L-A-C 3) RoB SeVeN 4) AlChannabis 5) Ed_Words 6) Kontent 7) Bakes 8) Synz 9) Bob the Bobber 10) Prolific D.A Poet 11) A6 12) Lion King 13) Cannabarz 14) Ray Scolla 15) Vital 16) G3MZ Graphics: 1) .Power. 2) Ed_Words 3) Split Level 4) |Hass| 5) Fire Optikz 6) Vital Poetry: 1.) Bakes 2.) H.D. 3.) Fire Optikz 4.) Dose 5.) RoB SeVeN 6.) Cannabarz 7.) Vital Retired MCs: Sleepy K the official MC MeMpHiS RaInS Think-Beyond Channel Zero GhettoFX Tally P Typhris .Blitz. |
Do you have any topical heads? or do you just class them as text or poetry?
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ehhh I didn't really list them... or the Horrorcore heads... but I & Cannabarz both do text, poetry, topical, & Horrorcore... Rob SeVeN, Think-Beyond & Lion King are also really good in Topicals...
If you're a topical head... let me see something |
Collab, I done Moment of seperation. blah.
What I Found With My Soul - Moment of Seperation - Alone in my created hell hole, I am speechless in need of expression Misplaced lessons brought me right to a point of lifes discretion Warped mind runs rampant,creating thoughts of the past few days Back arching shiver's crunch my stiff spine,I witness black sun rays Snapping into a moment of life, its mearly my bloodless virgin birth I feel unsure who I am, grasiously try to stub this serpant curse Undoubtly have many followers,but im mearly a follower myself Feeling sick inside like my souls forming a hollow in my health Gazing into blackness surrounding, my eyes malfunction insain My hands bleed the blood of life,while my heart beat's life pain I feel pinned in a position like a murder'd picture on hells wall Minds hearing wicked static like the devils out of range cell calls Eye movements rapidly fast, but it seems im here to die so slow They say faith has its up and downs, How deep can I fucking go? As I hear tyrants yelling my name holding there flame torches high Desperatly try to reach to my soul,to find my position and explain why Blindly feel a sudden emptyness inside like erdoded corpse in casket Glaring eyes stare as I pass out , visions of a child, floating in a river basket - State of Seperation - Looking down at unconscious states, I watch my body disintegrate Gathering memories of miracles, and disregard every sin I'd make Bloodied, bruised, drama convinced me I was in the showman's shoes Incapable of ascending higher, still weary from Romans and Jews Left suspended in such a way, I notice a fight for every breath More confused than my own mind, am I living, or is this death? Sunrays form salted sweat on my brow, as I begin a violent cry Frustrated and helpless, no matter how loud still silent, why? The far horizon holds a church, just above it stands a steeple Realizing in this moment, Ill sacrifice this body for my people I fly beside my carcass, an dissolve inside from a touched cheek Finally, my eyes were open, releasing just enough energy to speak: "O Father, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last!" These final words I spoke, provoked cracked whips and heavy stones Yet again I leave my body, which now is only blood and broken bones Townsfolk truly feel they've won, for me this is nothing like a loss Evaporating into the sky, witnessing my body still nailed to the cross. "...and his name still lives on." |
circumnavigatin' my illiterations stationin'
my jurisdictions placin' wack depictions into fiction dictions designate my mind proliferate and you will find and try to confiscate my predicates with no remorse for etiquette my rhetoric is definite all other quacks are delicate combobulatin' problematic tactics on their silly tip this rhymin' promenades the everglades and generates a rappin' renegade that's quenchin' thirsty kids like lemonade my lingual blade is singular to focus when i finish ya and minister a sinister hyperbole to murder ya i'm burnin' ya with rappin' conflagration in my place when suckas try to step and mess i guess they haven't learned their lesson when i'm blessin' like a chaplain or church on thne wakest of herbs im slapping a nurse and racking her purse its financial medication between me and your music,theres a substantial seperation have these lyrics in audio if you want to hear it. |
WOOT....BNF in the buiiiiiiiiiiiiiiildin...
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word@ @ lol i liked the first post.
anyway HD u aint add vital to the roster? and my nigga gemz too |
oo and i joined the league, i'm going try to be the champ here. holding down MC
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w00t mothaflippin w00t
word... y aint i on the roster :( |
cuz no one likes you :|
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^ u always have the dope sig's i remmebr the one u made for me lol
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^ that post was for vital lol my bad
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Shut up and add me to the roster :)
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^ who are you...
Sorry Vital I'll add you and Gz |
Yo H.D pm strobe about give you a forum he'll prbably do it no
Just letting you know. |
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