Honoring my fallen bretherin' that never had a chance to live.//
it's like they was born, then laid down to rest again.//
come straight from the playground, to loadin' extra clips.//
reading the newspaper exerpt's with expert.//
shit... "Male 21, gunned down.. Parents make statement.. "It's so un-fair" Police have no clues, just another man-down they don't care.."//
cold air, clentch my hands clamped 'round photo's and this bottle-of booze,//
opened and hollowed to the ground for spiritual use.//
I shed a tear, it's no use.. they gone for good, another home in the hood left with extra rooms.//
cemitary's fillin' up with excess tombs, assailant niggaz still proud an' on the loose.//
what's a man ta do.. except open up wounds in suspects ta come back for my dead hommies, rude..//

HOOK
cemitary's stock piling.//
morgues blocked up with homicides'n.//
unsolved crimes, names range from allison -
to zander pyle..//
sometimes I'm surprised this mans still alive...//

We alive until we reach the end.//
breach of breath that leaves us weak and stained like the bleech was red.//
free from death, already passed on.//
released from stress, but 6 feet is beneath where the live would like to step.//
we thrive until we meet demise through un-rightful rivals with cold frozen heads.//
killa's feel no remourse like they force emotions in.//
never show fear, or lust for blood, just bust they guns and run as they un-cover ruptured lungs.//
they victems just so young, un-sung hero zero'd and like dust they gone.//
not remembered like we all just forgot.//
no more- stop.. why we actin like this.//
re-actin' like manic ill-mind activists with access to pistols so cheap it's like we "clap" for 10.//

HOOK

skills of matter and thoughts of skills that ain't amature.//
still stuck as the 7/11 night manager.//
ambitions of becoming a rap master shattered by a black cancer.//
some mans has the idea for armed robbery of ones life in a violent manner.//
brandishin' a nine and spoutin sinister laughter.//
"give me the money" in an instant stacks handed.//
then tha gun claps, spirit spills and the advancer dashes without answers.//
blood splashes over the lenolium and spreads like a wild blaze.//
survailance tape shows nothing but a hooded no-name.//
jon doe type game, with a mask and gloves, no-way to identify the guy's fade, man-hunt for only one day.//
victem laid in a grave with a suit and fluids drained.//
no arrests made, not knowing who did it's the worse 'cause then rest ain't reached so in limbo mans stay.//

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nice spit blunt,liekd the chorus,i thought it had the prodigy type feel to it nahmean,sounds tight from here anyway...

I shed a tear, it's no use.. they gone for good, another home in the hood left with extra rooms.//
cemitary's fillin' up with excess tombs, assailant niggaz still proud an' on the loose.//

liked thsoe lines blunt,keep posting
bismillah

uppin'...

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"never show fear, or lust for blood, just bust they guns and run as they un-cover ruptured lungs.//
they victems just so young, un-sung hero zero'd and like dust they gone.//"

I liked this whole piece but sum parts REALLY got me.It had imagery in it and hot metaphors.Good message,evry1 should peep dis.Stay ^
-Avi

uppin'.. inspired by my boy Mike Boise.. RIP.. this shit has meaning to me and any other real gangsta/ thug/ banga on this site..

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uppin'.. sleepers are gonna get haunted by all tha fallen souljas..

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This was nice son..
feelin the multis and flow..

keep at it

peace
-1-

this shit was ill peep my shits on open mic

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!

uppin'

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very real flow dog.shit always comes to you a little better when it comes from the heart instead of the head.holla at'cha boy

tight shit dog

def as is expected

Hot as usual kid... you had some deep feeling in that joint, you a serious ass nigga. Wordplay was on point, as usual. Uppin' this joint.