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09-03-04, 06:40 AM
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Bangs like bikini attol
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Mad Dog vs Poet
IP: 06B8 DBF2
Battle Rules: 15 - UNLIMITED Lines No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting No D/R No Bullshit Votes 500 Posts To Vote Topic: A Shootout Minimum posts to vote: 500 Check in by: 09-06-04 at 06:40 AM Must drop verse in 4320 minutes after check in. |
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09-03-04, 06:41 AM
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IP: CCAE A7E8
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09-03-04, 11:02 AM
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Poet has ACCEPTED this battle on 09-03-04 11:02 AM.
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09-03-04, 11:19 AM
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...Belong...
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IP: CCAE A7E8
Topic: Shootout (Intro) Well I want you to imagine yourself in this verse…I want you get involved in this coz u’ll understand it better…read it…live it…coz this shit happens… (Verse) Walkin wit my son down the streets so calm we nearly dazing, With no signal…men come from no-where guns blazing, A gang war…peeps wit pieces settlin scores & now we indirectly involved, People dropping bullet holes now lookin like polos faces turning cold, My son dropped…but he weren’t shot he ducked 4 cover in shock, Bullets flyin every where tears in his eyes he needs me I hope I’m not popped. He said “don’t let me die dad please” he couldn’t move from the spot, But I couldn’t move him too many bullets flyin down like thrown rocks, Them bullets showered the skies like a mid winter hale storm, And yet my surprise 10 minutes…and still no uniform, We had to move the storm was gathering the skies got dark, The evil around them gunshots resembled many rabid dogs barks, They doin this wrongly they ain’t savin lives they takin lives, Well I gotta move my boy…I ain’t payin the ultimate price, One gangsta fell and I took his piece for security, But the shower never eased…it jus made things worse more intensity, The bullets were getting closer I had to delay them for a second, Pointed upwards released this clip the guns stopped…then I dropped the weapon, Picked my boy up and ran for the next block, Automatics came out…ain’t these ma fuckas gonn run outta glocks?, Pumped shots dumped slugs too many terminologies, We gots to move or me & the kid…will be another criminal fatality, So I kept runnin my sons helpless I felt bad for his health, The stress from this shootout…is gonn result in me blaming myself, Nearly made it…but I tripped on a crack, Gunshots still approaching…almost there now safety’s a certain fact, Hit the corner and I felt some real heavy smacks, But my boy down he looked in shock…as I took 5 in the back, It left me breathless but I still said run son go, Then I fell to the floor…it felt like slo-mo, I heard footsteps amongst the bullets I tried to make a proposition, But he said this shootouts over for you *BANG…fade*… …End of transmission, |
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09-03-04, 11:32 AM
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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP: 06B8 DBF2
Topic: "A Shootout" =Mind Of A Killer= Im heartless since birth.. Manicly Violent, Never silent on views towards the system.. Living rough in Poverty, Without Religion, Quitting school early cuz I didnt listen.. I was lost in my own thoughts.. My own world........Killing became my own religion.. Its only natural.. I learn skills on efficient killing, trained commando dreams n visions.. I make decisions based on risk.. Blessed with the knowledge to lead a life... Un-detected.. On the run from authority.. Legendry hitman entity, known for being un-friendly yet respected.. Playing mind tricks on victems.. Ghost games leaving frames post mortem no longer breathing.. While seemingly dissapearing in darkness a phantom organization.. Constantly Scheming.. You can call me a ghost in the dark.. I spark large scale problems and bad connundrums.. Feeding off Corperate warfare.. Beware cuz Im death for a price tag, with many functions.. =Casing The Bank= The Science of corperation.. Administration needs pruning.. As Im Entering this picture.. Inventing a plan of action......Never slipping, deep in the Malaysian business sector.. Im instigating pressure.. Giving and Delivering expressions.....Described as faceless.. Looking around, keeping pace to classical tones, instrumentals calm... Never invasive.. Business men on mobiles......Blissful ignorance to currant events that are now in motion.. Im staying low looking around.. Sound of conversation, Bank tellers working like its devotion.. As I pace slow-mo to the elevator..........Press floor 8 then wait for the doors to close.. Im standing posed.. Watching the world pass, my mind goes......Like I physically froze.. Then snap back to reality.. Return with my killer mentality.. Crystal clear with actuality.. Checkin my clip as I dump my coat, clear my throat..Now its Time for a fucking "Corperate fatality".. =A Dead-End= The plans working.. Im breezing through this with ease.. Just getting Comfortable.. Now approaching the targets residence.. Im landed face to face with a Contstable.. What the fuck! Switch to Plan B, Im leaving fast fore Im considered as suspicious.. But like a domino effect.. Shits awefully wrong, now these cops are getting vicious.. "THATS THE GUY!" is all I hear.. Glocks reaching my minds eye.. With No means of escape.. I hit the floor, minds on this mistake.. While shots begin to errupt like an earthquake.. I get hit once in my leg.. In pain I shoot back hitting a cop straight through the head.. And blood sprays creates a mozart.. To beathoven acustic music ricocheting with lead.. Crawling on all fours.. Bleeding badly, Thought Im not a religious man Im reciting prayes.. Layed to rest to the drowning sound of rain.. Im hell bound but Im guessing nobody cares.. =The End Of The Road= Ive heard stories concerning death.. But nothing compares to the mental anguish it brings.. I stress my mind attempting to cencentrate.. But my focus is on blurring vision n other things.. Dear God this is my testimony! Take me under your wing.. Cure my heart of evil sins.. Im not near done on this earth.. Im crying quiety.. Seeing light in my vision of what death brings.. |
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09-03-04, 11:52 AM
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...Belong...
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IP: 07E0 A9F2
Uppin this...not for the votes only...fuckin battle of the month!
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09-03-04, 12:11 PM
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...Belong...
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IP: 07E0 A9F2
uppin this ma fuckin thread 4 them ma fuckin votes
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09-03-04, 07:16 PM
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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP: 06B8 DBF2
Uppin For Votes.. Drop links when your done voting.
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09-03-04, 08:12 PM
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~Break Bred or Play Dead~
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IP: D135 D6AF
Voted For: Poet
(Intro) Well I want you to imagine yourself in this verse…I want you get involved in this coz u’ll understand it better…read it…live it…coz this shit happens… (Verse) Walkin wit my son down the streets so calm we nearly dazing, With no signal…men come from no-where guns blazing, A gang war…peeps wit pieces settlin scores & now we indirectly involved, People dropping bullet holes now lookin like polos faces turning cold, My son dropped…but he weren’t shot he ducked 4 cover in shock, Bullets flyin every where tears in his eyes he needs me I hope I’m not popped. He said “don’t let me die dad please” he couldn’t move from the spot, But I couldn’t move him too many bullets flyin down like thrown rocks, Them bullets showered the skies like a mid winter hale storm, And yet my surprise 10 minutes…and still no uniform, We had to move the storm was gathering the skies got dark, The evil around them gunshots resembled many rabid dogs barks, They doin this wrongly they ain’t savin lives they takin lives, Well I gotta move my boy…I ain’t payin the ultimate price, One gangsta fell and I took his piece for security, But the shower never eased…it jus made things worse more intensity, The bullets were getting closer I had to delay them for a second, Pointed upwards released this clip the guns stopped…then I dropped the weapon, Picked my boy up and ran for the next block, Automatics came out…ain’t these ma fuckas gonn run outta glocks?, Pumped shots dumped slugs too many terminologies, We gots to move or me & the kid…will be another criminal fatality, So I kept runnin my sons helpless I felt bad for his health, The stress from this shootout…is gonn result in me blaming myself, Nearly made it…but I tripped on a crack, Gunshots still approaching…almost there now safety’s a certain fact, Hit the corner and I felt some real heavy smacks, But my boy down he looked in shock…as I took 5 in the back, It left me breathless but I still said run son go, Then I fell to the floor…it felt like slo-mo, I heard footsteps amongst the bullets I tried to make a proposition, But he said this shootouts over for you *BANG…fade*… …End of transmission, This was nice structure and wordplay was ok u could of used better complexity and higher vocab would of made your drop alot more smoother and alot more convincing on the subject that your were spittin about`You had about a 6/10 drop lack of wordplay and complexity brung your score down ya structure was bout the best thing u had goin 4 u here =Mind Of A Killer= Im heartless since birth.. Manicly Violent, Never silent on views towards the system.. Living rough in Poverty, Without Religion, Quitting school early cuz I didnt listen.. I was lost in my own thoughts.. My own world........Killing became my own religion.. Its only natural.. I learn skills on efficient killing, trained commando dreams n visions.. I make decisions based on risk.. Blessed with the knowledge to lead a life... Un-detected.. On the run from authority.. Legendry hitman entity, known for being un-friendly yet respected.. Playing mind tricks on victems.. Ghost games leaving frames post mortem no longer breathing.. While seemingly dissapearing in darkness a phantom organization.. Constantly Scheming.. You can call me a ghost in the dark.. I spark large scale problems and bad connundrums.. Feeding off Corperate warfare.. Beware cuz Im death for a price tag, with many functions.. =Casing The Bank= The Science of corperation.. Administration needs pruning.. As Im Entering this picture.. Inventing a plan of action......Never slipping, deep in the Malaysian business sector.. Im instigating pressure.. Giving and Delivering expressions.....Described as faceless.. Looking around, keeping pace to classical tones, instrumentals calm... Never invasive.. Business men on mobiles......Blissful ignorance to currant events that are now in motion.. Im staying low looking around.. Sound of conversation, Bank tellers working like its devotion.. As I pace slow-mo to the elevator..........Press floor 8 then wait for the doors to close.. Im standing posed.. Watching the world pass, my mind goes......Like I physically froze.. Then snap back to reality.. Return with my killer mentality.. Crystal clear with actuality.. Checkin my clip as I dump my coat, clear my throat..Now its Time for a fucking "Corperate fatality".. =A Dead-End= The plans working.. Im breezing through this with ease.. Just getting Comfortable.. Now approaching the targets residence.. Im landed face to face with a Contstable.. What the fuck! Switch to Plan B, Im leaving fast fore Im considered as suspicious.. But like a domino effect.. Shits awefully wrong, now these cops are getting vicious.. "THATS THE GUY!" is all I hear.. Glocks reaching my minds eye.. With No means of escape.. I hit the floor, minds on this mistake.. While shots begin to errupt like an earthquake.. I get hit once in my leg.. In pain I shoot back hitting a cop straight through the head.. And blood sprays creates a mozart.. To beathoven acustic music ricocheting with lead.. Crawling on all fours.. Bleeding badly, Thought Im not a religious man Im reciting prayes.. Layed to rest to the drowning sound of rain.. Im hell bound but Im guessing nobody cares.. =The End Of The Road= Ive heard stories concerning death.. But nothing compares to the mental anguish it brings.. I stress my mind attempting to cencentrate.. But my focus is on blurring vision n other things.. Dear God this is my testimony! Take me under your wing.. Cure my heart of evil sins.. Im not near done on this earth.. Im crying quiety.. Seeing light in my vision of what death brings.. Nice vision and complexity in ya drop u had perfect structure for a topical atleast was feelin your point of view alot more u had nice wordplay which that is mostly all that a topical is about~that makes a topical run alot more smoother ~overall 7/10 Close battle but it came down 2 better wordplay and complexity no hate jus honest
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09-04-04, 03:50 AM
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...Belong...
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IP: 07E0 A9F2
Trooper it's cool jus as long as ya remember this 4 topical of the month...lol uppin keep em comin
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09-04-04, 04:24 AM
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I have a lot to learn...
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IP: 48EA 7C3F
Voted For: Poet
woord... you shoulda told me you guys were gonna battle  aight mad dog: nice plot, except it was kinda vague at the start. No limits bro, so you can go into all the detail of how he got into the shootout, why his kids with him, n all that.. but ya didnt -_- flow was a little choppy in parts but its all good. Poet: At the start it was kind of bland.. good though, but not engaging, know what i mean? But after the first paragraph it got interesting. Madd plot. Flow was a little stretched, some lines.. so it sounded more poetic than rap. but i guess your name is poet... so yeah... Quote:
^^^dope
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09-04-04, 05:24 AM
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...Belong...
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IP: 07E0 A9F2
uppin this ma fuckin thread 4 them ma fuckin votes
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09-04-04, 01:46 PM
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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP: E63C BFED
Uppin again.. Drop links when your done voting....
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09-04-04, 08:11 PM
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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP: E63C BFED
Still uppin for more votes.........................
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09-05-04, 04:36 AM
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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP: 06B8 DBF2
Uppin again..............This has been here for 2 days now.
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