forsaken! wheres my money sign~!~

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Diabolic

U got potential.

I say In. We need more audio.

Fo Lucifer homey we talked on Aim ....

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eh deadly villagepimp wants you to PM him back...about a question
he asked you blah! i'm just the messenger

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Word I did.

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diabolic and me are in CS we really wanted in AI.. but maybe it will have to happen some other time..

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My Lines Are ILL yo

yup........truthfully i didnt think DV wanted me in cuz he aint PM me the password...so we went somewhere else nahmean...

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[.Diabolic:.]

Goodluck fam.^^

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Yea good luck wit cs fam

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good luck wit yall upcomin crew battles..

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[.Diabolic:.]

yea u scare me..lol you leave me wondering..not sure witch crew your gonan hop to next..hahaha ur worthless

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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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^yo shit was aight..

What do ya'll think 'bout this kat..

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..The Council..
7 Day Theory

i think his poetry is TOO FUCKING LONG...ha im gonna print this off and see what my english teacher thinks...ill be back with my vote...

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..The Council..
7 Day Theory