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Topic: Hells Song

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no-show spit i will edit.........

hell
is
hot
burning
scolding
never
shape
moulding
forever
unfolding
color
str8
golding
and now
i'm just
bolding.

I will put up.
I have current obligations.
Excuse the delay.
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^^^^YOU FINALLY GOT THAT CHICK IN THE SACK DIDNT YOU YOU FUCKIN CRAZY BASTARD^^^

You already lost man, did you see the skills displayed in adlibs vurse, almost as wack as
the ones I put up on my no show

Claim and tell about how you aim well/
Fables of frequency of ya fellas felled/
Wail away untrue in a passé basso profondu/
Pull up your laces, feels this feat, braced yet?/
Only time you feel the heat is when your five-point propelled box of anointing won’t boot right, ruining your night/
Abort your retry, you fail to inspire or excite/
Wired up, internet faux-ghetto vets rep crime-web murder-sites/
I contest for a spell; these tales of the spot where you dwell/
The iconoclasts cast and amassed by the masses to rap. . . at a Dell/
Avatars glower; Thug livin’ the life, powered by Intel/
Fuck spending ends on those who’ve earned it/
Since this is text, it’s all Verbatim: just burn it!/
You’ve dug your hole then, by running in place with baseball cleats/
Make love to the Molemen, your self-sonning outpaces defeat/
You’ve hit the big-O electronically, spinning away from corporate emcees who’s eyes are hungry with greed/
Consumer eaten by his own bitter envy/
You’ve flipped the industries idea like a damn topical league/
Your progression is no more than recollection following introspection: broadBand connection, intraVersion 3.0/
Here my dear: It’s Getting Hot in Here, due to an End-to-End Burner/
It’s positively less temperate to the desperate the enslaved sang on/
Because the son came up in the year of the Grand Dragon/
Making our scene brighter and unmistakably lighter, how long can our original creators hang on/
Now Colonel Sanders is Hip Hop?... HANG ON! ! !/
Well, hell, he runs the kitchen and got the first letter right as he got his tag-on/
Now Multiply it be three chicken netcee, Get down with the mixdown and encode it to mp3/
Strip my fiber-optics from their walled-up sockets to watch the DVD/
So you can see, what I see. . ./
Everyday as forlorn me. . ./
For you don’t hear what I hear:/
The sound of art being washed-up and dried on the grill at which He sears/

Fin.

(My interpretation of Hell’s Song is that of some of the plight the “internet” has befallen the art of hip-hop music. There are plenty of loaded references. Hope you follow/enjoy)

Where's Addlibb?
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la ryan wins for obvious reasons that i will not state.
ryan had good vocab in there fo sho.

vote=laRyan Shabaz


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I'm Relly sorry but i had to take my son to the hospital,
so as not to no-show, i'ma just key sumin now.....


Vibrant landscapes perish in a distorted shape,
As we File the mistakes, the ground violently shakes,
Quakes end abrupt, as the backdrop wakes......
and we fall into line, to be filtered by eight,
The Heat is punishing, powerfull, and great,
as it pushes down with pound's of pressure in weight.
And now we're ready for the picking, like a finger plate.
...and Marched towards End's gate, at the pace of excursion rate.
Forever irate, but lying still, like i'm lying in wait....
Wait, wait waiting for fate,
Something to hold on to, but breaking like half cut bamboo,
A first Debut, with nothing but much ado.....and too much to do.
Ready for the untrue, this taboo is tattoed, marked but out of view,
Then jumped out the blue, harming you like ansiatic flu,
his mind does brew, to lead through to the ground crew,
waiting for your arrival like he missed out your hue....
Singing loudly, singing proudly stomping out your lifeforce and waving it loudly...
Severd and lying, approached by the prying,
stretching your frame, purposely misapplying...
And as he's catologue buying keeps you indemnifying,
you have to wonder.....will myself ever stop crying,
or stop yearning to be out???
The hope closed on you like a selling girl scout,
and beyond any doubt, the mind cracks like a lakes drought,
left out, and never taken back in,
forever burdened by my life of sin.

addlib, dropped a hott key late, i dont know if his verse can even count....but it was really good for just bein a key, laryan took this by a hair, i hated laryan rhyme scheme though, flow-both, detail-laryan, rhyme scheme-addlib, storyline-laryan, too bad addlib had ta rush young one to tha hospital, peace, 1

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i dont know if this is gonna count by for a key that was pretty good Add...but i think laryan took this with the vocab and word usage and ofcourse what she did of the topic...props to both


voteLaRyan

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