yup i do battles an write poetry heres 1 of mi poems....

Ghetto holocaust:

Click is the sound as he cocks his gun,
He’s shaking now—it’s no longer games and fun.
Someone’s gonna die tonight, but he prays it’s not him,
He’s gotta support mom and bros, can’t up and leave em.
They on enemy ground now, no turning back,
So he steadies his triggah fingah by grippin his gat.
Heart starts pounding as the car turns a corner,
It’s initiation time, gonna turn the liquor store into the little shop of horrors.
With a whirr his window goes down, and he sees the frightened faces for a second.
The driver yells “now, and he starts poppin, with a trigger squeeze brings lives to an end.
The tires are squealing as the last of his shots ring out,
But before the window’s shut, he hears screams coming from all about.
For a second he feels what he did was wrong back there,
But he’s a part of the family now, he’s told not to care.
Before long there’ll be a stone, not a heart in his chest,
When it comes to blazin and killin, he’ll be the best.
He’ll pop ya, pull a 187, without a second thought,
Cause by this endless cycle of death, his soul’s been bought.

Cause, they just caught up in this ugly tidal wave,
An escape from this endless freeway is what they crave,
But they can’t get to it, cause they’re listenin to Satan, the big boss,
They just continue living out this Ghetto Holocaust.


You just Steve Smith, grew up in the suburbs a little white kid,
Flashin the cash, rolling down the road in ya Lexus, yeah, you think ya big,
You live uninterrupted; the ghetto’s so far away,
They just dogs, they can kill themselves, is all you have to say,
You don’t realize, or maybe even care if ya knew, the problem’s real,
You just content with them living low, crushed under your heel.
You’re Christian, and those people need God too,
Maybe one day you’ll care, and you’ll run to tell them, tooting a horn like little boy blue.

One day the worlds they collide,
Shoulder to shoulder, they be standin side by side.
One man has the gospel, another man a gat,
One man tells other he knows how to save him from Hell, so down they sat.
One man gives the other the gospel, and shows him the way to paradise.
One gives the other his gun, and gives up years of blazin and rollin dice.
That man goes home and tells ever black, brown, red, white, and yellow boy,
People get saved; they start to dance for joy.

Cause they found the escape from this ugly tidal wave,
They found the exit to the endless freeway of death that they so did crave.
The only one they’ll listen to now is the Lord Jesus; he’s the new boss,
And a few less people will continue to live out the ghetto holocaust.

try out 4 wats it called.......................... lyrical virus....

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this is one of mi flows:


When life is expired, loved ones reflect//
analyzing your life, a legacy you left//
some are suttle others profound,//
some achieved greatness others quickly hit the ground//
many times legacies are left undone,//
from drugs thuggin and living by the gun//
children are victims of twisted legacies too often,//
being shown nothing positive till their parents hit the coffin//
whats wrong with modern times, when did family unity disappear?//
they take out prayer in schools now our children live in fear//
when they kicked God out evil became sin,//
children mad murderin cuz they cant quite fit in//
whats wrong with parents now-a-days//
kids raising themselves cuz mamaz in a drugged out haze//
showing affection to bottles, needles, and strangers,//
kids left feelin neglected and full of anger//
foster homes,gangs and the penal system,//
so many more negatives that i cant begin to list 'em//
a vicious cycle of failure, more savage with every generation,//
young men killin each other, young ladies used only for penetration//
so many lost souls, heads towards the ground,//
its impossible to look up when youre feelin so down//
theres still good people left and we need to reach our youth,//
reach out to hurting hearts show em honesty and truth.//

damn uppin wats the best krew to try 4

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InSaNe LyRiCiSt

try 4 destined 2 rhymes sub crew......verbal breakdown
u shud get in,

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free agent

when do i try out an wat should i try 4 text battle or poetry?

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Your good on topicals goo Lyrical virus we need a topical head
You could be the head of topical

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