"alright men, youre about to experience something you never have before/
keep your pads, pens and mics close, were almost at the war"/
said the sarge, our boat was rocking, the land was drawing nearer/
so fired up to beat the east, almost at the beach, but still we feared 'em/
course no one showed it, but the fear deepened when we began to hear 'em/
many mcs in the distance, rhyming, the soldiers closest to them were screaming/
"AHH its ear piercing" the war was beginning and it was going to be rough/
"shit, almost there, plug in your mics," the sarge ordered "and put on your ear muffs/
"sir, my systems fucked" said the private sitting next to me/
his backpack speaker had been hit by the oppositions mic check debris/
the seargent just told him to "hide?"... we knew he was going to die/
so did he... he turned his head, looked at me and started to cry/

the other guys did as told, bold and brave we sat waiting for this shit-to-start/
we were arriving at the battlefield... a beach that resembled omaha/
our Vehicles hit the shoreline the front door opened and everyone jumped off/
we took cover in a hole where an explosive punch was dropped/
then we stopped.. i was told to scope what was happening behind enemy "lines"/
lyrics everywhere, then i saw 2 men blown sky high by "pre-writ" mines/
WHY did i have to be in the "elevated front line," we're always the first gone/
skilled and elite but down under were all just pawns/
whatever... time to infiltrate, i approached the building but, camped, they had us at bay/
swiftly i pulled the pin and threw in a phat bass grenade/
the ground shook and swayed... then we moved into position/
climbing the lookout tower to take out mcs with good precision/
there they were, spittin hits that dont miss, and with the help of some other writers/
i pushed em off the edge into a pit full of prisoners of war.. AKA the biters...


Part 2 coming soon.... or when i can be fucked..lol

any feedback????

peace

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