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coming from behind

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hA HA I AGAINST MY CREW LEADER lol checkin in DOgg
PeAcE
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hahaha, thisll be nice... no hard feelings Trach

CHECKING THE FUCK IN

coming from behind... thats sounds dirty dosent it? any ay lets kick his shit right aight treach?


ps: Isnt it wierd how u and mad man were beefing and u 2 got to battle and now hes facing his old crew against each other? Not implying anything...

I make, what I think will be the most entertaining match-ups, yes I kept the fact that you and him were in the same crew at heart, because it cuts back on D.R. votes for crews.

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IT WASNT BEFORE
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ok, not my best work, but i like it more then most my topical shit

*we find ourselves on a playground at Redmond Elementary School, Spetember 5, third day of school. On one side of the playground a group of jocks play basketball, on the other side by themselves, a mentally retarded kid in a wheelchair named Jimmy, a girl with one hand named Linda, and an overly obese boy named Chauncey sit by themself.*

They shit by themselves everyday... sitting and crying while the others play//

Sadness seeps through their heart, like a ice cold knife... blaming their parents for ruining their life//

But does anyone care...nah...after all, their freaks... not worth our time. even being laughed at by the geeks//

Deep down in their heart they know they can play... but everyone laughs at them calls them "Fat" and "Gay"//

The athletic kids laugh and play with all their friends... never looking at the stupid kids whos pain never ends//

None of them had ever played basketball before… Except for Chauncey who had never made a basket, he had been laughed off the floor//

[from the eyes of the jocks]
What do they know, they can never play with us… the fat, the lame and the retarded, the dumb ass kids on the little bus//

[from the eyes of Jimmy, Linda and Chauncey]
We’ll show them I know we will. Lets go boys and girls…We’re going to play some basketball and show them the truth in the world//

[From an onlookers eyes]
The kids walked, wobbled and rolled up, faces tight with fear…Ready to show the popular kids that they had a right to be here//

The leader of the jocks walked up right Chauncey and poked him in his waist… “You wanna play you fucking fat ass?” and he spit right in his face//

A chorus of laughter followed the action, Chauncey wanted to cry…but he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, he would much sooner die//

“Give me the ball you dumbass” Linda said to the group…Gasps were heard, eyes widened and jaws began to droop//

“Ok,” one said, with a smile on his face… He slammed the ball into her nose, that oughtta put her in her place//

The blood flew freely out of Linda’s nose… With one quick thrust, a punch to the penis left that asshole’s face froze//

No one was quite sure what to do next…she grabbed the ball out of the writhing boy’s hands and said “We’ll see whos the best.”//

It was 3 on 3 first to 11, cripple against normal… The crips were fighting for their rights… But not to party they were fighting for a right to run their lifes//

Linda took the ball, began to run and drive to the hole… Halfway to the basket, she looked down to see she had no ball.//

A jock named Adam had taken it, was pulling for the 3… Swoosh, three points down it went, all the jocks yelled with glee//

Steal, swoosh, steal swoosh, soon it was 10 to Oh… Chauncey had the ball, looking scared, began to jiggle to the hole//

The kids laughed as he ran to the basket, but no one tried to make him stop…Chauncey stopped, looked at the ball, and heaved up a shot//

The shot seemed to hang for hours as the fat’s kid’s hopes gleamed// The shot seemed left, it looked much wider than that child’s seams//

A clang off the rim, the ball floated up, powered by nothing but Chauncey’s wish… Another clang off the back… then it came down with a swish//

No one moved for a second, Chauncey stared for a while…everyone’s face was a look of disbelief, but on Chauncey’s was a smile//

The all cheered together, the cripple, the retard and the fat kid… No one will ever know who won, but Chaunceys says he did//

The cripples won, because the scored a point against the odds… Not necessarily from behind, but still a sign from god//

MORAL OF THE STORY: Never count anyone out

uppin for feedback and treachs verse
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come on, dont no show me now Treach... i wanna see ya verse
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that was nice A2Z, I was wondering when you were gonna bring the topic in....Chauncey is the coolest name ever...he should've kicked the shit out of one of the jocks.
Well, I'm waitin on Treach, this could be a really good topical battle.
Gimme some feedback on my verse against T-Square in our topical farther down the page (he hasn't posted yet)
Peace

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Here we go mUCH PROPS TO A2Z but i still feel his verse was a bit off the topic but anyway................


This is a story about how money will turn family apart. These are 2 brothers who both rap good but the younger much better but the older brother refuses to reconise his skills:


There once was an underground rapper Makin a bit of money out of his skills but still barely makin a livin/
He had an older brother just startin to go big but already makin a killin/
His older brother always underestimated him never treated his skills right/
But one thing big brother didnt recognise is he would not have made it where he was if his little broher didnt give him the might/
The little brother gave him suupport on occasion ghostwrited for him, but still he never had little brother featured/
Sometimes bigbrother would just break down and cry, but little brother would always have him lectured/
Big brother new little brother had skills he just refused them to be recognised/
Whenever he was out doing a show he"d leave little brother at home, disguised/
The little brother began to build up hate began to have his brother dispised/
So when big brother left little brother at home at the recording studio little brother recorded a demo, When to a record company and took his stretch limo/
Got a record deal and two brothers became two enemies/
Younger brother had taken big brothers crown
The big brother felt like the lion had been asleep and someone had shaved of his mane/
Because in the hunt for money and fame, they forgot what mattered more, there second name/
Little brother had came from behind, his love for his brother was still only something he could express in his mind/
Mum though they would apologise though it would come to pass but it the end she began to worry/
The brothers didnt care what mattered more the same blood, or money/
They never got to apologize before one was shot by an assasinator in the head/
Big brother wished he could say goodbye before that bullet hit the head/

moral of the story:Bloods more important then money

I guess if you have a brother you no what im talkin bout you dont pay em" attention but deep down you love em". PLEASE DONT HATE ON THIS PEICE

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umm a3z u was way off the topic.............that had nuthin to do with coming from behind.......and it sounded like a poem or story not a song..........treach p.......that shit was off too........but the endin was good and was abuot comin from behind i suppose.....................................that lion bit was pretty good......................................

vocab = both of uz had a weak vocab
flow = a2z
story = treach p
creativity = a2z
usage of topic = treach p
overall = treach p

vote = treach p

hahahahha....lmao at the topic...not coz its bad or nothing,just what it could be seen as...tis scary...


ima go with treach on this,i thought he was more on topic then a2z...both verses were ok,but treach was more on poin then a2z....same reasons as trill stated honestly....


vote-treach p


get at my battle with shabaz soon ....