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Topic...
Growing Up

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Blaze be checkin in..........
aiite this one'll be good ill have it by tuesday ya'll.....


...............OnE...............................

ight checkin, i thought i was done but okay
i'll have my verse by tuesday............... - one
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oh... nice record ... this will be a good one ....
im writing some ill shit....
and i hope you do also....

May The Better Verse Win.....

Growing Up.... RBTL.... vs. Thug Whyte....

As You Grow Up You Experience Many Things....


Childhood...Growing Up...

Mother and Father Always Fighting Sometimes It goes To Far and Turns Scary...
Ya Mom Thinks Your Dads Unfaithful But His Thoughts and Reversed-n-Contrary...
At Night You Hear Scuffles, You Just Lie In Your Bed, Worry, Think and Cry...
Parents Promise To Stay Together For The Sake Of The Child, Won't Leave-or-Defy...
Then One Night Your Mom Comes Home Early and Catches Your Father Cheating...
For 13 Years Now, You've Hid Feelings, Had Enough Of Your Fathers Mis-Leading...
For Nearly All Of Your Young Life You've Gone Through Denial and Rejection...
Now its your Dads Turn For Reflection, It's Time For Him'ta Feel Cold Affection...
Grab A Kitchen Knife Shove it Into His Mid-Section, With a Twist of Perfection...


In Foster Care...Age Of 16...

Most Youve Ever Meant To Someone Is Another Name Written On a Sheet Of Paper...
Mother Took The Fall For Your Fathers Death, Youve Grown and Are Now Unsure...
From Home to Home, No-One Ever Cares ,No Relationships, Have Never Connected...
Ever Since Childhood Been Hard, Never Selected, Always Neglected and Rejected...
But Now Its Time To Flip This Life Of Fear, And Now Turn It Upside Down...
You Start Off a Life Of Rappin' Spittin Killer Verbs and Ingenious Nouns...
Go To Many Contests You Spittin for The Love Of The Verse, Not The Success...
So Many Feelings Expressed, Almost Non-Existant Was The Pain and Distress...

Moving Out...Age Of 19...

You Look Back On Your Life As a Young Man, Think About How It All Began...
Throughout Your Whole Life You Have Never Listened'ta Anyone Or Followed a Plan...
Now Its Time To Move Out On Your Own, Get a Dead End Job And Start This Life...
Feel All The Strife, Find A Bitch Knock' Her Up 'n' then Make Her Your Wife...
Now You're A Father, You And Your Wife Begin To Argue, Soon You Fight...
You Look Back To Your Childhood, Dont Want That To Happen, You See The Light...
Grab The Kid, Drive Away, Leave The Old Life Behind You Fallen and Hazy...
As You Leave Your Wife Goes Crazy, Slits Her Wrists and Dies Uneasy...

On the Run...Age of 25...

Police Searching The Country For You and Your Beautiful Young Daughter...
They Think ya Kid-Napped Her and Killed Yo' Wife, In a Bloody Slaughter...
You Finally Give Up Go To The Police and Tell Them How It Really Went Down...
They Look You In The Eyes, Dont Beleive You, Think Your Trying To Clown...
World Renowned Psychopath, No-one Gives a Shit About Your Future-or-Past...
Life Started Off With Contrast, Many Goals Still Left Un-surpassed...

The End... Life has Just Got To Be Too Much...

No One Cares, Shit Has Happened, Lying In Your Cell For The Rest Of Your Life...
You Think Of All The Lies Told. ...'Together Forever As Man and Wife'...
...Think Of The Good Times, But There Is Not Any...
...Think Of The Bad Times, There Is Too Many...
You Know Its Your Time TO Go, Jump Out Of Your Cell And Attack The Guard...
They Sarted Shooting With No Disregard, Life Was Now Not So Hard...
Growing up ... Growing Up... Its Not All Its Cracked Up To Be...
Just Look At My Life And You'll Agree...
Growing up ... Growing Up... Its Not All Its Cracked Up To Be...

that shit was Ill..u got kinda tha same concept that
I've had in mind since i seen tha topic..but no dont worry
its different, just so you know if it sounds kinda similar
to ures that im not feedin off of ure shit...But nice drop, this
shit should turn out to be a good fuckin match....... - one

ok i guess he's guna bring it down to the wire and post on the due date...

thaz cool... better be good for the time you've taken...

ight i finally got on...bout to drop......................
.......................................... - one

..: Lil' Whyte and his elementary friends act as if they are adults in a multitude of professions:..

2nd Grade Teacher : Okay class, everyone sit down, we have work to do.

{ Class sits in their assigned seats except for Lil Whyte}

2nd Grade Teacher : Lil WHyte ! I said it was time for class, now you can either participate or go to time out

Lil Whyte : Grown-ups dont go to timeout

2nd Grade Teacher : Why are you in such a hurry to grow up?
{Energetically, lil whyte jumps up onto his desk}

I'll be tha king of tha world, the President of tha United States//
A power ranger, a teenage mutant ninja turtle with more mutantized traits//
I wont walk home alone, I'll never be picked last for tha team//
I'll be like my dad, own my own company and you'll all be workin for me//
My father gotta new clutch for his truck and if i was older i could drive it//
Theirs leather interior, big speaker and a cup holder built inside it//
My mom would let me swear, cuss bad words and leave tha soap in the kitchen//
Make my own rules and avoid rules un-written//
I'll be a mercenary, a pyro, something worth blowin up//
Thats why i want to fasten tha process of growin up....


..:Thug is in first period english (junior high):..

8th grade teacher : Thug, your up to present your critical lens essay on growin up, lets get you center stage.

Every day their is a battle, every year you change//
Some people dont fully recognize me cuz of voice, i have new things on my face//
Three years ago I was nobody, til' i changed my style and moved from a crowded and poor block//
Looks like things have happened for tha best as time forwards the hands of the clock//
A new place, new people, un-seen faces//
New styles, different hobbies, more addicting catch phrases//
But on tha other half, My father moved after divorce to Elmira, lost his business//
What was good exceeded its finish and what were facts were less than opinions//
Still keepin the truck in good condition, he bout a new V8 engine//
Caught my attention, and said when i'm 16 i could drive it before i could finish the question within its sentence//
Gotta new father, hes loaded but i spite, i dont like him, and if he touches my mother again, my hands solidly in fists are prepared to fight him//
As my family grows apart, our relationships un-tighten but thats how life goes or so they say, so i continue writin//
But those are their problems, my conflicts are few//
People have their favorite colors, I have an un-discovered hue//
When i'm older, i'll be rich..wont have to rent a tux from Shapiro's//
Frame tha check, a one matched but 7 following zeros//
Whats different, is that writin to me can be taken as a sport, but like my memory span, im gunna end this short//
Kinda like 'sureals' game in P.E. when we check, school and AND 1 his ass all over four fourths of the court// (junior high friends pick on each other, or at least i did, no beef)
I know theirs a bright future ahead, a few miles down tha road//
Keepin tha process to throne, in a life yet to grow//

..: 17 year old Thug Whyte sits in his beaten apartment, half full baggie of hemp and a 6 inch bong located in tha center of tha floor as friends request a verse from Thug:..

Phillie Blunt : Yo Thug Whyte, back in tha day, did you ever think that we would grow up like this ?

Did I ever think we would grow up like this?//
Still contemplating on why my mom resists to slit her wrists and i gotta drink a quarter keg that consists of water just to pass when probation checks on my piss?//
Oh yeah, this was dream come true, an answered wish//
A cold meal served as a left-over on a dirty dish//
Step father choked my lil' brother, left jagged bruises across his neck in rows//
Then threw him across the room, ripped his clothes, chest exposed, eight years old, cornered wit no where to go//
I walked through the door, vison met contact with blood stains dripped across the floor..Didn't want to, think of or care to know, all i knew that he was family, my only bro//
Took his Griffey Jr. Baseball bat, took a swing broke this mans' toes, he turned, swung, tried to blast me in un-disclosed zones, blocked shot to stop, an uppercut to the left side of his nose, consistently kept swingin til' it was broke, full attack until tha police kicked me out of my home//
Fathers' promises broken, our fire in its magma's molten//
A dry sponge soaken, two years left un-spoken, hurt and alone, self-provoktion, the intake of a relationship endin enclosen//
Dropped out, popular heart-throb to uselessly addicted//
What I've written is giften thats given and its worth livin, I'm driven for lyrics I've spitten, persitant and commited//
Grandparents sick, livin wit every tock, for tha tick//
Mom's candle burnin on tha blue depths of tha flame un-balanced on tha wick, stuck in life too thick//
They dont need me tho, I dont need them, their un-supportive//
Left un-escorrted, parents failed to successfully complete my abortion//
I need to stop growin for everyone, I dont need their help//
This is my life, truth is in what i write, I need to start livin for myself....

..: Downpour rain, thunderstorm, late night at tha local cemetary..Mr. Whyte, 24 is found in a tux talkin to his familes' graves:..

{Screaming into a soundproof storm-infected enviroment, lookin into tha rain-congested sky, furociously yellin to God}

WHY DO YOU SMITE MY LIFE, YOUR COMPASSION HAS FALTERED, YOUR LESS THAN DENSE!//
THAT MAN KILLED MY MOTHER, FORENSICS FOUND MY FINGER PRINTS LEFT ON THA WRENCH THAT SEALED HIS DEATH//
TO HELL WITH YOU, I SCREAM WITH OPEN ARMS DEFENSLESS!!//
YOUR BOOK SAYS SINS WILL BE FORGIVEN THROUGH REPENTENCE, FUCK IT I SHOULDA STAYED WIT THA DEVIL ALONG THA FENCES, CUZ NO ONE CAN COMPENSATE MY COMPREHENSION, YOU AND ME HOLD NO RELEVANCE//
STRIKE ME DEAD, DEATH YOU CHOOSE, JUST DO IT WITH QUICKNESS//
OBEY ME LORD OF ALL, ALMIGHTY FICTICIOUS, MASTER ILLUSIONIST OF ALL THINGS SUPERSTITIOUS//

Listen, what good have you done ? Kept my father alive !?//
He wrote me, pronoucing hes doin time, Judge says Twenty-five to life//
Record Labels failed me, tried every company in tha industry, they dont like me//
After continual rejections, I didnt bother readin tha letter they took time to write me//
My brothers' gone mad, he suffers from an extreme case of insomniac visions//
Hated his life and refuses to believe you have a plan for him worth livin//
Grandparents died of cancer, more prayers left un-answered//
Sat in tha hospital readin their favorite scriptures, flowers on every table, mantled by family pictures, always well-mannered and in the dim light of the flourescent fixtures, Vital signs went flatline on the scanner//

FOLLOWERS OF YOUR LIFE, DISCIPLES TO YOUR BRETHREN, EVERY SUNDAY, CHURCH, GAVE MONEY TO THA STEEPLE//
NOW THEIR GONE, MY MOTHER LIES IN THA DEATH BED OVER, WHY DID YOU END THEIR LIVES!? THESE WERE GOOD PEOPLE!//
YOU ONLY GET ONE LIFE DOWN HER GOD!, THEIRS NO 2ND CHANCE, NO PROFFECIANCY EXAM//
IF YOU HOLD THE WHOLD WORLD IN YOUR HAND, THEN WHY CANT YOU ENHANCE THA SPIRIT OF MAN!?//
YOUR NOTHIN BUT A MYTH, A GLITCH IN A GLYPH, A BEEIN TO SELF-EXSIST A NOTHING FOR SOMEONE TO COMMIT, EVERYTHING IS CONTROLLED BY UN-NATURAL FORCES//
PEOPLE CAUSE DIVORCES, YOU JUST RELAX, SIT BACK WHILE PEOPLE RUIN THEIR LIVES, AND TAKE NO PERCAUTION, LAZILY PAVE OUR COURSES//

Everyones gone, buried 6 feet in ground//
No chance, in family romance, to give my mom just one last slow-dance, not possible to drive my fathers' truck locked in tha impound//

THIS IS THE END YOU BASTARD!!, IVE READ THA CONCLUSION OF THA FINAL CHAPTER//
THIS BOOK WAS A TRAGEDY, NO ONE HAPPILY LIVED EVER AFTER, MY LIFE WAS COMPACTED WHYTE TRASH, MORE GARBAGE IN THA COMPACTOR, A LIFE NO ACTOR COULD CAPTURE, NO LONGER WAITIN FOR YOUR PROPHECIES UN-TOLD, IM TOO OLD, I CREATE MY OWN VERSION OF THA RAPTURE//

{pulls out 6-inch blade from inside pocket}

I WILL GRASP THIS DAGGER, HOLD IT TO THA HEAVENS, CRYIN SO PREFUSELY, IT APPEARS LIKE LAUGHTER..WITH MY HANDS CLENCHED TIGHT, THESE ARMS WILL NOT STAGGER !//
ROCK-STEADY AND READY I CAN ALREADY GRASP A VISION AS JUDGEMENT DAY ARRIVES//
IT SEEMS TO ME THAT ALL THAT WANTIN TO GROW UP SO FAST, NO LONGER MAKES ME WANT TO BE ALIVE.....end

.....: The following Day:.....

Local Jimmy : Hey look its a dead guy!

Local Kurtis : Hey, cool, whats that !?

Local Jimmy : I dont know read it. .

Local Kurtis : Okay..its says...thank you for writing to Shady records, Mr. Whyte you have been accepted to a contract by Interscope Records. We will give you one million dollars, just to accept..

Local Jimmy : Wow! I cant wait til i grow up . . . .

ight now uppin 4 votes, this should be close...
wanna give props to Blaze, hope that was worth tha
readin to anyone who views this....thanks............. - one

it was worth the reading and i give props to ya, but i thought the line limit was 48, that was well over 50 lines there (i feel like a big boy... i counted) meh itz alright i guess, may the better flow win

dam another tight as battle........this was dope as fuck
both came nice as fuck.....
sureal......nice verse....was feelin the way u did the topic....good flow.....good vocab....overall nice
but........thug whyte.....(even though it was a bit long....maybe unfairly) gets my vote.....some of that shit came from the heart and was on point.....dope flow throughout the verse.....nice vocab again
just edged out sureals verse with rawness and dealt with the topic very well
nice shit from both
please drop a vote if you can on me and understatements battle
it's a long one.......

Damn, i honestly thought Surrreal owned this battle, very nice take on the topic, great writers voice throughout, nicely presented, flow was a little iffy at time but as an overall verse he potraid the topic better in my opinion.


vote: Surreal

this was a nice battle. but the one thing i think that is a big thing that you shouldnt do in a topical battle is try to diss the other person...it wasnt a big diss or anything but the meta about bullyin sureal in middle school...i didnt think it went but both ya verses were tight as shit...i was feelin both yall cats...but ima have to go wit sureal on this shit just cuz his shit was way deep man it was on target and i just like holy shit man...(put that shit to audio) but yea..props to both emcees !!!!

my vote::SUREAL