ey...mani...you've already seen my shit....but from dml i'll drop it again...


freedoms rings

Pacing back and forth towards opportunity calling
my eyes dribbled tears crossing over to bawling
crawling on all fours the floors mapped my stress
starting from this hole in the wall to where my head rests
to ingest anymore pain....the rain would turn to acid
cause it was hard enough not be hard just remaining flacid
Everything was plastic....the sharpest point was dulled out
and i've tried anything from springs to bed corners to leave my doubts
the idea was out...I drew the answer to my memory
but it was erased by consequences every light was shimmering
I finally gave in..and said "Fuck it...theres no way around this"
so my options were obviously escaping or becoming someones bitch
relyin on the rich to pay for the food swallowed in my mouth
I'd never forgive them for me livin on shit instead of dying without
reinacting routes the nightshift slowly thinned out the force
determined to do this..i began to quickly move on my course
my road was a one laned street and i was hoping for no traffic
the path was completing and a dead end was a drawn graphic
I couldn't have it..as i darted out to the opening at the end
running for my life...i was also wishing for a new one to begin
the lights came on...shots started firing at me like a target
and over all the noise i could hear the orders from the sergant
"Shoot to kill....dont let him leave this prison alive"
hearing that i got to the fence right as a bullet pierced my thigh
Never slowing down i climbed to the top met by barbwire...
and i ripped the shirt off my back just so i could get higher
I ran with purpose....again feelin freedom as a thing
and while i neared the hill..i escaped.......

hearin the alarm of freedoms rings

^ theres a topical

heres some battles...

this is a battle against some dude named DJtwice or twizzle

welcome back duke...s'too bad imma have to beat you in a second round
cause the only shit thats spins is when this DJ's turning around

ya verse is long...so i'm expectin punches and disses
but ya verse still aint makin contact like dudes cyberin with bitches

claimin ya stats are godlike...well i couldn't tell you
cause I cant get the facts STRAIGHT cause ya GAY dude

his talent's like his relationships he doesn't have enough
cause his girls are like 56k modems always hangin up

I should expose ya mistakes...but damn imma be polite....
and I know his spits are stuck in the middle...cause nothing ever comes out right


This fight is given...along with this dudes age old tactics
cause Twizzle is more of a washed vet then old chevy classics

To ask this I'd be wrong but...dude how could you even rate?
i'm like a hungry Michael Ervin the way ya gettin 8 and 8

.........

this is another battle against some dude named Delinquent

dopeness runs from this dude..shit and his names a hint
that i could give a url to his skill...but even DE link went (delinquent)
he couldn't see me if he squint...but i'm not tryin to let you save face
cause i'd push you in a gay bar just to put you in your place
cmon duke...ya lettin everyone know my punches hurt
cause like anorexics with a job...your just light work
imma life taker..everyone who faces me faces death
so i'll choke em with a baseball glove just to catch his breath
he thinks he's hardcore...but watchin porn only makes him HARD...
and as for CORE..eatin apples is the only way he'll get that far
he's under par....while i'm "Killin headlines" unlike you
and ya verse is the only way i'm gonan be the bearer of bad news

whatever the decision s'cool pZ

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Damn no sig lines in ya battle verse...sorry fellas