Topic: Finding The Balance

Denbigh Sharp Shootaz
Downtown Hitmen
God


Intro:

Hatred exists between certain groups of people. Tha Black Panthers hate tha KKK, tha Bloodz hate tha Cryps, Terrorists hate America, and two crews, which reside in Newport News, VA, share this hatred. Tha “Downtown Hitmen” and tha “Denbigh Sharp Shootaz” live and die for respect. Recently, both gangs have stumbled into each others crosshairs. Tha only solution is…WAR.

Mentality:

In tha midst of lyfe…There’s Death/
Share Vests, no one is surviving with a Bare Chest/
No Rare Test, It doesn’t matta who Glares Best/
Dare Steps…tha question is: Who Cares Less?/
Aim high, Run Quick…sacrifice…if One Trips/
Hair triggers on Guns Slip, man up…Dumb Bitch/
No Time to Huddle, too much thinkin’…your Minds a Puddle/
Satan…Designed tha Struggle, armed with Nines and Shovels/
Carryin clips…”Why tha Buckle”?, no comfort…No Peace/
Don’t Cease…fire, go balls out…Show Teeth/
Service and protection…your Own Heat, not by Po-Lice/
Holes Dug, Caskets Open…Cold Thugs, Abdomen’s Soakin/
Package Corroded…”innocence lost”…Tragic Moment/
Quickly grab tha brief (case), which they Stacked tha Notes In/
Lyfe is Vague…semi’s and tommy’s…Fights to “Guage”/
Cold blood Lykes to Hate…”body language”…no Mic, no Stage/

Solution:

Plan of Action…Spray Rounds, each crew Began ta Stack tha “PlayGround”/
Causin Static ta Raise Now, war began when tha Strapped Kids Remained Loud/
A “Hitman” took out Leon, tha “Shootaz” are now One Man Down/
Soon S.S.’s have Three Gone, “Downtown’s” on top, but NOT One Man Proud/
Unexpectedly, a Gun Brands Clowns…tydes turnin’…Twenty Eight to Twenty Three/
Bloody Streets, Cruddy Peeps…Sharp Shootaz on Runnin’ Streaks/
Lack of ammo…Gunnin Depletes, great Losses for Both/
Barrels begin Crossin sum Throats, baseball bats now Off’n sum Hopes/
Enemies Lost in tha Smoke…But tha “Hitmen” must Even tha Odds/
No ones Leavin Alive…Down 10…still not Believin in God/
Breathin is Hard and so are ComeBacks, a Gun Claps…Lungs Collapse/
Among tha Gasps…chambers empty…”Who Brung tha Bats?”/
Strikin Persists, “Hitmen” swingin bats…tha “Shootaz” Fightin with Fists/
Right through tha Mist…both crews are blinded by Bright Lightnin of Bliss/
Enlightened Resist, a voice speaks out “Wait…your Souls are Not Saved/
Stop tha Hate, my wrath is powerful and my vengeance can Unlock tha Rage/
Undastand God is Great, if not man…you should Fear tha Misery/
Rotting in Hell, Hear of History…no matta who “Wins”, it’s a Peric Victory”/
“NO, RESPECT is what we live for…Surviving’s tha Challenge”/
“Denying me is an option? I’m through with you…If Dying is Valiance”/
All crew members instantly perish, Inevitably…Finding tha Balance/

PEACE

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