...featuring PlayedWords.

...Listen 2 Death...

NuclearConcepts
On my third strike.. i hit rock bottom.. then i turn right..
Fall through dawn.. spring past evening then i burn nights..
Death.. my urn fights.. the battle of going North or South..
Devil scorch my mouth!... told my soul to come forth come out..
The mourners pout.. no more.. the strongest egos break apart..
Even the fakest hearts need a match for the flame to start..
This is death.. people are so sneaky.. the speech is lurkin..
Its more than not breathing other things can flee their purpose..
Rape the smart.. perverted knowledge.. throw dirt at fallen..
Erk the rawest.. the nurse is callin after i hurt the smallest..
To heal bigger and feel quicker when im home at dawn..
Smoke the wrong then roll the right, no tonight.. as a whole im gone..
A broken song.. found lying in the mist.. trying to be fixed..
Crying to the bitch above who let it start dying in the mix..
This is death of all sorts a small portion of each kind..
Through the sleek mind of a geek tryin to let you know..
..with a gentle flow.. how everything dies..


PlayedWords
Let's play..done with right..I'm going the left way..
I'd be hard-pressed to find imprints on the next page..
Of this life..poisoned with stressed rage..done with spite..
On a quest, great..echoes of love twist and run from sight..
An obsessed sage..throw knowledge to the wind for barren buds..
Daring nuns to let it down..no more greasy than the hair of sluts..
Fair enough..I'm a loser..I guess we let the victors trample..
And my fire isn't considered lit..until the girl licks my candle..
Kiss my sandals..stompin with Jesus..back to heaven and hell..
Bleaching the original color of culture..cuz lack of melanin sells..
Heading to cells..chained by love letters, stale and old..
And the doors are always open..if you could brave the cold..
On the outside of the wall..grace is loathed..riding the highest of squalls..
Face the votes..you get hated..for not being biased at all..
Hiding in stalls..cooling tempers with frozen bits of breath..
Bruise your honor..abuse your saga..in between hits of meth..
This is death..no laughter, emotion, or fear..everyone's vision wrecked..
Seashells decieve the ears that the ocean is near..makin ya women wet..
Hoping is clear..and don't think we don't spot a mentality in neglect..
This is death..where a God doesn't exist..lay alone in darkness..
The line to Heaven wasn't as missed..cuz we payed the toll in hardships..
Dozens of fists..light abuses my sleep..pounding my face and jaws..
Losing my teeth..to my ex-lover..and now her face erases awe..
Accusing this heat..of leaving in time of need..by myself is better..
If God's real..then my eyes'll bleed..send me to hell decked in sweaters..
Dimes pay heed..You'll live to hate my guts..maybe you are lovely..
With the face of a slut..theives in the darkness..take my heart above me..
A piece of hard wit..and I'm the target..in between hits of meth..
This is death..


Yeahh.

tight drop, both of you!

thought NuclearConcepts took it though,

keep spittin dawgs!

PlayedWords verse was Ill as fuck , , ,, Nuclear was Aight . . .. overall u catz get a 8/10

yeah this was a tight piece, the strength was in the images you came up with. the collab worked nicely. the topic was tight.


good work.

damm, nice flow y'all, the second verse was a bit long but the flow and wordplay was there so it didn't bore me... shit was hot...

Very nice collab....

never seen anyone of you 2 before... but no doubt you both came ILL.....

nice concept and stayed to topic well

Yeah..

Make a hall of fame, then put this in it.

Dooo It.

this concept was preety ill wordplay and flows was smooth. keep that shit up. return the favore~1n~

madd props peeps

i said madd props

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