[T.T.P Collabo, Romeo Deathtoll & Vise]






Romeo:

i see the demons receiving all of the hate while im breathing
and my soul is needing healing so im down in the kneeling
my mind is retrieving freedom and now im talking to jesus
and time is seeming decieving so i’ll walk with a thesis
nothing'll ever be the same, speaking with GOD
till the point were only we remain, hell be in my heart
confused inside the speculation question the truth
what do you do when the best are hating, stressing to you
this life'll never be easy make the best of the worst
just fight the weather believe me, stand the test of the curse
my heart is steadily racing on the path that i chose
forget the deadly temptations let the blasphemy go



Chorus:

different pages in a different book, a different lifetime, different look
and i fight the struggle despite my, constant troubles in the world of strife
heres a piece of my soul in these words of life




Deathtoll:

Solitude, only time to gather my thoughts, fathoms~that~haunt
Bang my head against the door, then ask~for~the~Lord
Feeling depressed, the pen I write with slits-my-veins
As my microphone broadcasts pride mixed-with-shame
Lift-my-name with recognition my punches are battling~for
I'm rapping~a~war so don't ask~me~for~more
Flow fluent on the track as I feel the beats-reward-me
I'm just unleashing-fury when I diss the dude that I see-before-me
Express pain~or~love through a verse…
No need for family or friends cause the games~enough
My pen, pad and mic will always be there when I've had enough-of-strife
My rhymes are the most important chapter in my book-of-life



[Chorus]



Vise:

the summers hot...but nothin's hotter than a hopeless block
i've seen police drag out feinds, syringe, dope and rocks
a rough day in my spot where glocks are the plight & norm
for survival, since arrival, i was destined to fight a war
stormin thru corrador of projects, leaves u lost like the matrix
fate is ingraved with hatred on the faces of ghetto made men
wasted, i face this...cold world head on when hope is lost
til my last breathe i exhale, and take in what my focus saw
i paid the price for vices after my past had took it's toll
reality strikes...and knocks you out with a crooked blow
truth bestowed plays it's melody & it's hook is strife
look in my mind.....and see the pages of the book of life



[chorus]



Romeo:

my mental essence is blessings i thought i would change
so if my, confessions is lessons, im caught in the pain
my spiritual being has become the depth of my life
im just an individual seeing the rest of the sites
throughout the hard times it seems that all the sentiments missing
and im caught and all my heart finds is intimate visions
and i start trying to bless my self with infinite wisdoms
walking inside the dark blind there's strenuous missions
contemplating a confrontation with an evil as satan
congregations of condemnations what the people are saying
be concerned with the happiness, and laughter son
this is the book of my life and its only chapter one

fuckin i dont know why peeps slept on that one, that was ill the multies were endless,
i was gunna say 1 of u came harder but like all of yaw were on the track on that one,
nice topic,
nice flow,
excellent vocab,
that was sick keep postin, i know that didnt seem that long but it was like 4 verses just take ages to read, thats why soem faggots just browse and dont fuckin reply.............well madd drop that was sick keep postin

good looks on the love trill.....


still uppin^^

uppin

Good rimes and a good flow... Keep 'em comin...