I dunno if i posted this here or not but ahh well peep the shit.....i havent been here for a while and no i still wont be very active but holla...



Its Perhaps...the Foundation-or-Ground... Sounds-shakin-the-Mounds,.. of Dirt When Earth's Stake-is-in-Bound... Proud of Hatred-and-Clowned, for Satanist-Work... Breakin-the-Earth, Devoid of All fluid that's Makin-it-Work... Slated-in-Dirt, Patience-is-Found... For Some the Fakeness-can-Shroud, Around The Moon and the Most of Vacant-of-Towns... I'm Flagrant-with-Doubt, Fallin Upon Deaf Ears when Precision-is-urged... it's Handicapped,For Even Blind People the Vision-is-Blurred... The Missin-Concern, For this Pistol-or-Knife... fuck Weapons, Im Fistin-the-Eyes, Anytime I'm Fitted-to-Fight... My Face Blistered-and-Styed, I Look to the Picture-inside... and Wish i Had Rich N.I's Eyes... Or Mentill's Wisdom, to Further-the-Force... I Feel it's Right, to Nurture-the-Torch, of ya Life then Murder-the-Corpse... The Server-is-Poor, And the Burden-is-Formed... As A Murderous Chore, Tasked upon Hell's Hands with the Turn-of-the-Fork... Seldom-Pitched-in, is the Heaven in Hells-Kitchen... And An Earthquake isnt Felt until the Shelve's-Shifted... the Sun It selve's Conflicted, As Ice is Heated and the melt-Quickens... I Felt-Friction, upon Myself, until I Dealt-Disses... Between Welfare and Wealth's-Riches, I Feature-the-Sickest... in Health Magazines, As only RB cat to Destroy PrestaH's Meter-of-Siccness... To Seizure-Addiction, the First Step To Dealin-with-Death... i Need you to Fill in the Rest, When the Fake Are only Stealin-the-Best... Concealin-the-Treach, is the Answer-and-form... Of life, Celestial body Where the Homosapien Libra-is-Born... the Bullet Re-entered the barrel where Brandon-was-Torn... and Panic-is-Formed, But The Mannechans-Warmth, is only Felt by the Bannished-and-Mourned... the Hand-isnt-Warned, by Wrist Slaps-and-Kicks... The Masochist, Loves Perhaps-the-Risk, or Slack Passed-on-His... the Release-and-Capture...

Of A Seasoned-Actor, Has been seen at RB as a Deceiving-Factor... As Life Liquid's Poured-in-the-Tube, of Chloroform-Juice... I Envision Horrid-Abuse, As Test Beacons are the Poorest-Excuse... Of Exploring-the-Youth, Or Exploiting-the-Use... Of Annoyance-and-Truth, And you seem unnoticed until Death is Pointing-at-you... Adjoining-is-Two, Hips and Setted on... the Pedistal to Vent-a-Song, We Need Chopes Ties At the Pentagon... As the Storm-enlargens... The Poor-is-Bargained, With Saucy Soups and a Warm-Apartment... As rich People Are Sortin-Garbage, And Level Store-Departments... I Ignore-the-Hearted, For Efforts Are Morgued-in-Arson...

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What no feedback? Damn have i been gone that long?

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dis sum pimp shit u dropped,certain bars coulda made mo sense,but waz still a dope ass piece,stay up,1

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fukk em all,deez niggaz sleep way 2 damn much,cant drop no knowledge cuz deez busted ass fools aint got none

your bars were too long.. the flow faltered in my opinion because of it. and true some of your lines didnt make sense. this was an aiight piece for the type shit you on yo! damn i didnt even read the whole thing, the flow being drawn out made it boring!

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Yeah now that i got the multi's down im'a work on content...

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this was straight dawg....
Bars are fine, and ya multies were tight...good spit for-sure, on-point and I enjoyed tha read. Keep spittin' and I'll drop feed-back for-sure dawgie...stay up. I would say more, but I'm gettin' ready to sleep. Peace

I'm OuTtIe

Lol thx for the feedback.....

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