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04-15-05, 01:55 PM
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Do Re Mi
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Tha Sick One vs Durban
IP: 28AD 5545
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30 Lines No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting topical battle - posessed microphone Minimum posts to vote: 50 Check in by: 04-18-05 at 01:56 PM Must drop verse in 1440 minutes after check in. |
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04-16-05, 02:12 AM
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IP: 5285 DC82
Durban has ACCEPTED this battle on 04-16-05 02:12 AM.
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04-17-05, 02:55 AM
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Banned: Biting
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IP: 5285 DC82
equipt with shadyness,maybe this mic is saving kids
with a versitile situation,leading to mixed outcome Im'a simply sit back,and let my doubt run Each peice seems to fit together,like a rhyme for-told are we really born? or just participating in gods auctioned untill your sold structure of the masses is simply falling apart Am I a meed, or simply a lost,scared and calling heart apparently I am whoever i want to be,in this false hope called earth are we really equal or do some people simply just not deserve will we rise to be sagnifigant or not stand the test of alltitude cause the next level maybe auspicious or just throw all your doubt at you occurance's seem to gleam,but can quickly contain syonide effects murders connect each killing then forgot or neglect am i upset or correct to me crazy with rage ever since my wires got ripped Ive been saving this page abnoxious antics bring a graffic display of explicit content fulled with anger and sycotic feelings I had to write this song yet.... It wont release me from this demon inside,Im leaving my pride If i were to get rid of it,would I gleam or just hide but I start to think,is this a curse or simply a gift ever since this has happened,my rhymes have had an uplift I can now spit with more emotion than malcom making a speach but Im still not plugged in the sound boards out of reach I dont need a human,nor a mouth to make music cause I am the microphone,Of course I know how to use it With this demon unleashed my creativity has gone out of control i am now on a mission to the top, lock down on my flow Like nas all i need is one mic...not even a human to speak cause with this possesion, Im no longer broken and weak!! |
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04-17-05, 09:54 AM
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IP: 0825 899A
Tha Sick One has ACCEPTED this battle on 04-17-05 09:54 AM.
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04-17-05, 11:02 AM
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Do Re Mi
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IP: 0825 899A
[ steps on stage with tha golden microphone .. as he proceeds ]
the microphones light shines bright like a prism distorting your vision, like im aiming wit precision at ya retinal position, you wishin.. that i would continue with this lyrical fission separated two styles, biggie nd pac imagine they was with me, sitting in the dark i bust through its limits, within it, and exceed theres no need, to feed my mind, with rhymes of the deceased [ at the saying of these words, a change... and the possession commensed ] the golden microphones, turned black as night the rooms light, has receeded, out of sight darkness fills the halls, people silent at the jaws im tryna put lyrics out, all i hear is my flaws then in a second, i hear my voice on the record but the flows not mine, niether is the method [ its sounded like this ] big poppa ... ready to pop ya, proper im a bad boy for life, we wont stop uh got the shotty to ya body, we warriors n-o-t-o-r-i-o-u-s its the notiorious its that thug life nigger, finger on the trigger survivin in the west aint easy for a skinny nigger police tryna pop me, cant stop me, i bust back know the lords on my side, got his crosses on my back its the punisher, pointin the gun-at-ya terror squad !! loco homies gon run-at-ya bring the pain to ya door, the chain wit tha saw, and the gun its not a game its war, plain and raw, big pun capone hold the throne, when big l in it from nyc, rhymin fast as a new york minute expandin my chips, like this, i got bread and mad hoes, ask beavin i get nothing butthead [ the light returns, but still no sound, as the crowd stands in aw, with no comprehension of what has occured ]
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04-17-05, 11:06 AM
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Do Re Mi
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IP: 0825 899A
iight jus posted my verse, let the voting begin ... peaCe
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04-17-05, 01:45 PM
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Banned: Biting
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IP: 5285 DC82
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