The day the microphone died, The emcee lost his breath/

Heart stopped, Kidney failed, sudden death/

Everyone thought he dropped off, lost his step/

Everyone hated on him banished, no more rep/

No respect, haters put out they neck to wreck a man's confidence a constant threat/

Feel the sweat drippin off your forehead as you think to say whats hot/

But you stop look at the ceiling in a state of writer's block/

On the dock on the marina you contemplate suicide/

In your mind your cerebrum fills you with thoughts of homicide/

Grab the knife end your life or his/

Big descision here,better be positive/

Before you write you come back to reality, this line is tight/

Plans in sight of a dropped bomb place your opponents in a state of fright/

Similies say you feelin me, adjectives punches negative, become positive about the streets where our children live/

Violence and constant silence why do we let our streets go to all this wildness/

Everyone wants to be a hero sayin they have guns/

But in reality they at Burger King servin cinna-buns/

Hiding behind their computers with words and curses/

Spittin keystyles that threaten in constant verses/

Stealin purses and shootin peeps/

You have no idea what really goes on in our streets/

You hear the News 11 o clock before you snooze, you assume there is no doom headed for you but in reality could be in your room/

Burglaries, Larcenous theres no playing a professional con artist/

At his game he'll fuck your brain steal your cash act fast, you have to catch him or in the race of life you'll end up last/

This is short today aimed at nobody jus a freestyle verse dispersed to the open mic aimed to excite so please dont bite,/

This is just childs play like chuck, cause i dont give a fuck, What you think, like I said I'm a rare breed of emcee thats extinct/

Atetrack, Meta 5, Saladin, KnightShade I respect and read/

Their styles helped me Flyweight from New to RB/

I thank alot dont think I forgot/

I'm still fighting my way to the top/

So much respect out of character to everyone who spits/

Cause the day the microphone dies I hope it takes us all with/

It to rest we know we passed the test, Cause here in RB all of us are the best/

We're elite thats how we critique and thats why every flow archived a masterpiece/

Thanks alldig for this site you made, Battles played out story format in the game of flows, This site is a ill fated secret everybody knows/

Thank you

UPPIN

I liked this dawg................ill.................

i thought that shit was straight................nice spit............

Uppin this Piece for my Fam , But I think u need too Remove Saladin's name from da List of cats u Respect and Read...Lmao

This shit was old

You hear the News 11 o clock before you snooze, you assume there is no doom headed for you but in reality could be in your room/

soo true...death is at your doorstep...under your pillow...in the front seat of the car...people walking blind to the fact that they can go at any second...keep spittin the truth, man...peace

This Was A Dope Verse..I Was Mos Def Feelin It

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