RhythmicTendicies:
Dear God Gunshots, Piercing Through My Body Like 1000 Watts...
I Used To Battle In Parking Lots, We Decide Death By Casting Lots…
Now I Rap In Dealer Spots, Rap With Flow, Leaving You Gasping “Whoa”!...
Sending Your Rhymes 6 Feet Below, Although I Strike Silently –
Afterwards I Lay Low, I Bash With Lyrical Blows, Violently...
I Portray Myself Couragesly, Spit Bars With My Dignity, Still Intact...
Many Unknown Dead-Beats I Cracked, They Never React – Now That’s A Fact...
My Presence Has A Devastating Impact, My Character Is Abstract...
With Pin-Point Shots, I’m always Exact, The Death Of ‘Pac, I’ll Re-enact...
No-One Can Stop Me Now, I’ll Keep Dropping The Amount Of Bombs My Vocal Cords Allow...
I Leave Audiences In “WOW”, With Dope Records And Countless Awards...
Cutting Your Bars With Samurai Swords, I Take Home Your Shredded Confidence, As Rewards"/

Chorus:
B.R.E Hitting you wit a Devastating Collaboration"/
Brutally Rippin Emcees in Heavy Rotation"/
Invasion Breaking Your Classy Emotions"/
Tochuring your Soul like we're Lex Lugar"/
We Reappear And your Heart is Now Pumping In Fear like You Have Just Seen Freddy Coogar"/

Bash:
Its like ya all 'Scripts Is A Track' the way you Run-On-Ya-Sentence"/
My Wars will Shatter-The-Planet , And cause Collateral-Damage"/
Spitting Ebonikz When I Damage Your Physics , I'll 'Rip The Organs Out Ya Chest' so you'll Truly-Be-Heartless"/
The God with his Hand-On-Ya-Spirit , Cannibal Paniked"/
My Unlimited Punches are Drastic , Its Like My Spitz are Duracell Because its never Weak"/
Bones is What I Shatter , You could'nt 'Match My Bars' if you had Sixteen-Snickers"/
Its Like we're Playing a Game of Tennis Because I'm about to~Serve~Ya"/
Words remind, my silent eyes with truthful Tens............ My Pad and my Pen is my most ~~valuable friends~~"/
feel the Touching Degree's Torcherin Human beings for Enforcin Decease//
Soaked in Gases Tokin Hash Spliffs//
Patient till my Ghost Detaches & soul Surpasses//
Spitting Elite Infinite Rhymes at da Minute"/
24 hours till im A Broke cadaver holdin caskets//
Alone & Battered to scold on Slopes of Acid//
My Religion is 9 Squads of Demon Tarnished Completely too Take control of my Wisdom"/
Disasters of Embassors Getting Shattered No Matter what Happens"/
Its B.R.E Trick so U better Respect This Before Bash Starts Flipping ya Shit To Cartflips"/


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Come on Man.... Give us some feedback

Pretty tight collab

RT had a well put together part. Flowed nicly when being read over and Bash did his normal well done work. Overall the flow seemed to go as one, the hook was ill. It was a classic B.R.E work.

peep my drop: Dear God.

This Is Nice As Hell...Very Well Spit By Both Of You..Keep Up The Good Work Fam

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uppin!

yo, I was feelin' rhythmic a little more... I've seen both of you do better.... but it was still a tite collab.. some a'ight wordplay an' shit.. flow was a little choppy thru-out... 1

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