yeah i got some shit from another site though same name and all
heres tha link
http://forums.e-mpire.com/showthread.php?t=22625
fuck it heres the verse to the link
little peice of a song im workin on right now
"kids play thats tha last -day of that-
growin up where everything -fades to black-
life been nothing.but -greif and sadness-
some day.some way.im gonna -beat tha madness-
i was raised to always watch for -fortune-
im supposed to be dead.momz had an -abortion-
never listening to everything -asked of me-
momz is gone now. but it is what it -has to be-
I made a pact with GOD to make it -for her-
but first i had to stop sellin.get my life in -order-
she said trust noone.dont let them -support ya-
cause once you do em wrong.they quick to -report ya-
even family will try to extort your -talent-
take ya dough.somethings youll never -imagine-
now im lookin at life in new -wayz-
we dont like purple.in da hood we smokin tha -blue haze-
i been doin fine moved to new york -recently-
momz ya boys fine.even though i didnt come up -decently-"
this is something deep a song for tha mom
Angie N.
RIP 1997
heres a battle
MY VERSE
yous a mystery nigga thats why noone cares that youre -dyin-
so youre better off like 50 to just..die -tryin-
wow you got me scared.big manz in tha -army-
im part of tha taliban -n- Bush is too scared to -harm me-
you tha type of nigga that all you do is -write-(netcee)
cause you know you couldnt spit -right- even outta pussy thats -tight-
you know where you going tha name is -REST-
im at home n right now you just a -guest- on a -quest- to find the -real-est-
so you can bite em.. like a fuckin dog with -terrets- with lyrics im -blessed-
to leave crowds -impressed- im spittin a keystyle while you wrote ya -best-
niggaz in tha hood say tha games -incredible- rock you into a -vegetable-
your rep aint -credible- ill kill ya fam. so "6.ft" deep they can -REST with you-
ill have you -messed up- dressed up-lookin like a "diamond" with a -fresh cut-
i talked with -coloumbus- kicked it with -nastrodamous- they never heard of a PROPHECY bieng -UNhonest- even though you got TOUCHED im gonna remain -modest-
(lossed to Untouched)
HIS VERSE
from my military post i can see you too close, one rhyme makes ya name into a ghosts//
till ya go braindead ill hold my toast, ill runover all over you like im going coast coast// 2
you gonna need stamina for this battle so get ya rest, hit ya with too many knucle sandwiches for you to digest// i rhyme like im possesed from satans nest, my flock of eagles will hit you too hard in the chest and leave ya deadened in lyrikal arrest// 4
your lost in ya rhymes and your threads, no need for death beds-i'll just shred//
in this game im a purebread, no need for training cause with one shot ill shoot of ya head// 6
ya names so embarrasing it tells emcees where your gonna go, cause with one blow, you winning is as the common as tha last name breaux//
seems like your trapped in 6ft snow, cause everytime you hit the mic there is no flow// 8
clone me and still wouldnt be able to stop me, cause my clone will agree with everyone and realize your an idiotic emcee//
kill ya hopes like i hit a game ending three, shatter ya dreams and leave them for our next battle to be// 10
is this shit good enough