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masta C
lastpoet
snakeyes

Verse #1:
a chemical balance of the, worlds of talent/
Gene Pool, medicating drugs like an addict/
but I’m straight, comin like a wraith reppin CV today/
listen close, and I’ll relieve the pain shakin the bones in ya legs/
puttin in the hybrid theory, connecting the dots between weak and great/
keepin the shit safe, cuz I feel the place between flows, I close the case/
like a recipe, I rep CV towards the clean, like hellious screams/
creepin, an seepin, in ya dreams, cuz I write the DNA chain/
flowin like blood between ya veins, scenery change/
and u turn around, goin insane, then ya blowin out ya brains/
like the cocaine u snort, destroyin the equations of sane and crazed/
until one day, u layin 6 feet deep in ya grave, and u think, that got u far James/
then u got these other boys, shootin smack, smokin crack, an poppin caps/
and pac, pac, pac, go the caps of your gatt, cuz u hopped on smack/
crack, and a morphine patch, an PCP, got the pain numbing when u bleed/
laced 24 in ya feet, knees, an chest, an ya still standin shuttering coldness in ya breath/
cuz quittin ain’t a part of this mathematical conquest of death, u juss need a quick rest/

Hook:
hoppin, 5 finger discount shoppin, poppin while u rockin/
cock blockin from them cheap shottin, while hot boxin/
but enough of this grip shockin, lockin ya words/
cuz gene Pool puttin u to the curb, cuz this hybrid theories absurd/

Verse #2:
chemical equations, of the brain, Gene Pool, the description/
of the way your body thinks, and reacts, cuz I sink in with my raps/
kill ya with multiple attacks, like math, subtract the gatt/
an divide a half, and watch yo body fall, death by bat/
but come on, lets see u boys when u get ya roll on/
load up, and draw, see if ya got quickness in y’all/
but u’s the ones ta fall, cuz I ain’t even gotta bust 12/
lusting hell, cuz u jailed when I bust an spill, the thrill/
of the kill, I won’t even charge u the bill/
but be careful what u wish for, cuz it juss might come 4/
with blood, guts, and gore, an leave u dead on tha floor/
but what’s life for? Another problematic unsolved/
livin it up, until u fall, rock bottom and u bangin on the devils front door/
but juss before ya hit ya death bed, u find yaself runnin, run and run/
but for what? It ain’t the fun, it’s the hybrid theory of which I bust/
which I cuss, listen punks, I straight fuss with trust, thrust a punch/
but make sure u catch ya nut, b4 ya cum inside ya girls cunt/
but I’m tha one that fucked that slut, and now u tha one stuck/
payin 550 a month, and I only got 3 words cuz, good fuckin luck/

Hook:
hoppin, 5 finger discount shoppin, poppin while u rockin/
cock blockin from them cheap shottin, while hot boxin/
but enough of this grip shockin, lockin ya words/
cuz gene Pool puttin u to the curb, cuz this hybrid theories absurd/

Verse #3:
blunderbuss cuz ya methods fucked, abrupt to close em shut, fuck it cuz/
I’ll sew u up, with 12, an a kick in the nuts, and a strap stuck in ya gut/
and u ask yaself, for what? For what purpose are u holdin ya nuts, bleedin from ya gut/
I’ll tell u, it’s that hybrid theory of deranging talent, from across the planet/
that u feel, and if u got a problem, then tell someone who cares, not me/
not her, not that guy with the chillin hair, cuz nobody even tries to dare/
cuz I got that type of stare, where it puts the S.C.A.R.E.D into the word scared/
so public beware, cuz not even those metal straps can hold me down/
to that electric chair, cuz I’m Gene Pool, and if I NEED TO/
I’ll seep through, the volumetric flows that ur brain bevels on EVERY ANGLE/
and I’ll mutate, formulate a masterful plot, to a point of sending u to break/
and I don’t spit to fake, of what’s on ya dinner plate, cuz I feed it straight/
and I’ll leave ya with a bleeding face, after I’m done with 5 fingers clenched/
to a fist, 30 times plus 2 feet an subtract 6 of a teeth, maybe that’ll keep u away/
leavin u astray, wandering in a lonesome daze, fuck it I’ll juss finish/
with a kensington kiss, and u’ll no longer be awake, this hybrid theory/
equeling ya death in any which way, filled with pain, and u suffer in this game/

Hook:
hoppin, 5 finger discount shoppin, poppin while u rockin/
cock blockin from them cheap shottin, while hot boxin/
but enough of this grip shockin, lockin ya words/
cuz gene Pool puttin u to the curb, cuz this hybrid theories absurd/

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This was alright i thought...your structure could use some work though, cause your lines are stretched out in all of the verses but not so much the 2nd one but still try to work on that stuff....flow in this was ok, it was choppy through out it though...but your vocab in this was good i thought....overall this was alright...keep at it.

i thought it was good.your stucture is kinda messy and it lost flow in some spots but other than that it was tight....keep it up......

vote on this battle.................

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yo dawg this was Nice....ya Structure was Strtch but It was Ok....ya Flow was good man I have al ways Liked Ya Flow SO yea that was Good....ya Vocab and WorPlay Just Made The Best Picture In My Head...I Like this Topic but im thinken isn't it the Title For Linkoln Parks First Album But it doesn't matter So it was a Nice Piece man Keep Flowin Man.....P.€.a.c.€.........

well to be structure doesn't mean shit...its how it flows n how you read it....but i think the flow still fell in places....but some nice content in there.....the one thing bout the structure i would say, is keep the verses the same.....in general though think it was quite decent..looks like ya improving...i dont mean to say you were shit before though...lol....jus ya getting better......pZ....

kinda messy structure...but pretty nice, keep writin kid

alright first thing's first. nyte fire? wtf was that? look if your gonna read this and leave feedback then leave some feedback worth fuckin readin like seriously that go's for u to lewd. don't post these one line two line bullshit. but anyways deva. I thank u for pointing out the fact that structure doesn't really mean shit except for keepin ya lines the same length. somethin I do have trouble with and I know the flow was a lil choppy to but I know this piece would be better felt if it was rapped out. but thanx for all the feedback so far. keep it comin peeps. muchly appreciated. peace.

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come on ppl keep the feedback comin much appreciated. thanx in advance peace.

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