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IP:
Poetry Drop:
A Spotted Reality I awoke from sleep to find that I was a beautiful leopard. Confused about reality and which life is the dream. I shed my thoughts of humanity and embrace the beast. Blinking away the black spots of confusion for those of life. My entire body surges with vitality that I never knew before. I have just awoken and yet I could outrun most anything. Coiling my back legs I launch like a bullet from a gun. Running for the sheer joy of the wind in my face. I am a yellow streak on the golden plains of my home. The rushing air cools the sweat glistening on my flanks. The ground has become a slight sensation under my feet. As I melt in with my surroundings…and nearly fly. My run slows and I pad over to the shade of the treeline. Where cool forest meets hot plain I come to take my rest. My claws leave divots in the tree bark where I climb up. Curling up on a tall branch to watch and make my rest. Sleep comes in a lazy way, making me dopey. But my half-lidded eyes suddenly pop open. I feel a rumbling in my huge lithe belly. So I watch the movement on the plains and wait. I leap from my branch and land lightly on my feet. I have a target, and I begin to run again, quickly. The gazelle sees me and begins to run also. It has no chance, to it I’m the fastest thing alive. I leap and my teeth make contact with its neck. Our bodies roll over and over in the dirt of the plain. I spring up to my feet and my prey lies still in the dust. Taking the corpse in my teeth, I head back to my tree. My belly full, I lean my head against the cool bark. I am the pinnacle of my evolution, nothing can compare. And as sleep sneaks up on the greatest of hunters. I wonder, will I be on two legs when I wake tomorrow? Battle against Wicked One: Fuck a “Wicked One,” I spit devilish lines with “Wicked Tongues”/ Kid I really only had to show and drop a verse to leave you outdone./ Son, I cause more “throwed backs” than the dude in your signature./ The whackest MC I’ve seen, so anti-ill that I’ll call this ~kid a cure~/ Leave with wins.You claim wickedness but I leave Satan appeased with sins/ My punches leave opponents heads spinnin faster than your “avvy’s rims.”/ BOOM! Man my sick lyrics “rock your box” you’re ~far from top.~/ You only “C(See) Rhymes” when I paste your eyes to “Hop On Pop”/ Step in my way and I’ll slash ~straight through,~ I’ll flat ~slay you~/ When you get on stage is the only time people are yelling “DJ WHO?”/
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Laid To Rest: Wicked One, Vango, Critic, X-on, genocide (biter),40cal,
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