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05-07-07, 07:04 PM
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IP: BD5A E73F
Sorry guys for the late matches being set, I'll give you one extra day to complete your verses.
Lampejo vs. Mr. Write
Week 5 - Write Away Your Thoughts [Verses Set : May 7, 2007 Verses Due : Saturday 12, 2007 Battles Close : Monday 14, 2007 PICK YOUR TOPICS HERE!
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05-07-07, 07:04 PM
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Contender Match B : Lampejo (2-1) vs. Mr. Write (2-1)
IP: BD5A E73F
Sorry guys for the late matches being set, I'll give you one extra day to complete your verses.
Lampejo vs. Mr. Write
Week 5 - Write Away Your Thoughts [Verses Set : May 7, 2007 Verses Due : Saturday 12, 2007 Battles Close : Monday 14, 2007 PICK YOUR TOPICS HERE!
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05-07-07, 09:28 PM
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Above Originality
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IP: AE5E 9EF1
checkity check!
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05-07-07, 09:28 PM
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Above Originality
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IP: AE5E 9EF1
checkity check!
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05-09-07, 10:06 AM
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IP: 923C BD7B
Check.. and damn this rematch came about quick..
Hopfully i will have enough time to drop
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05-09-07, 10:06 AM
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IP: 923C BD7B
Check.. and damn this rematch came about quick..
Hopfully i will have enough time to drop
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Fuck Yuu Productions
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05-11-07, 02:10 AM
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IP: 9465 0DDF
A Penny for a quarter
& Justice for all Daniel Beidrins I trade my life for a line …I snort the coke to entwine. Drive my soul dry of wet dreams, seeping out slowly like fine wine. The touch of this bitter effect, rumbles my emotions Crushing my boned thoughts, less food for thought, so I’m left broken. . . . Alexes Beidrins I hide behind smiles… …forced by a hammer like nails. My thoughts get pounded flat… …so all the air that is left is flailed. My skin begins to quiver… …im shaken from the truth Whether to move on… …or to stay…what am I to do? My sole conscience talked me through… …telling me, to let go fast of you. So I past a view, of memories after school, I asked for truth… ….soon maroon cravings spilled on this paper noose. . . Shh…daddy won’t hurt you…(Daniel Beidrins) When she turned 14 A burden is more pressure than pain I let the anguish remain…like whites with a stain. No bleach to keep it clean, so I remain dirty. Harsh words get mean, leaving my emotions hurting. I become the 40 year old virgin, the drunken version Persistent to my keen vision, her words cut deep like an insurgent Prada and Gucci fasten around her worlds of new I fasten to poppy’s chickens, licking seconds wanting you A crème saver could crème a saving for wanting more So I saved some creamed icing with some chocolate for that whore. I played footsy… then I galloped joyously within my soul Animosity built an empire, ready to explode, take control and take its toll. She fought back with aggression I fought more with a GORE. Back whips and stroked lips, I grinded her hips till she was sore. Remedies played repeatedly times four, I held no remorse I fell off the intercourse and sighed greatly over her miserable corpse . . . I stand on my own decision…(Alexis Beidrins) When she turned 18 I go from corner to corner, working from a penny to a quarter Artists have their run away place, well this right here is my martyr I sink from drugs to abuse... so I made the perfect excuse For guys of all ages who just want to use my pussy too get loose. so many were in my line, waiting to hit my line I was far from a penny but only worth two nickels… or a dime. I worked my ways around crime, so I did my time. All of a sudden I became a quarter… I accomplished something in life. Yet it led me the wrong way, my thoughts conjured a wrong say That left a massacre in decay; I could have been living today. Instead Im left sober on drunken corners, in rage I lost my quarter shape…. Can any one spare me some spare change? A penny for a quarter is more than what meets the eye…
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05-11-07, 02:10 AM
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Above Originality
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IP: 9465 0DDF
A Penny for a quarter
& Justice for all Daniel Beidrins I trade my life for a line …I snort the coke to entwine. Drive my soul dry of wet dreams, seeping out slowly like fine wine. The touch of this bitter effect, rumbles my emotions Crushing my boned thoughts, less food for thought, so I’m left broken. . . . Alexes Beidrins I hide behind smiles… …forced by a hammer like nails. My thoughts get pounded flat… …so all the air that is left is flailed. My skin begins to quiver… …im shaken from the truth Whether to move on… …or to stay…what am I to do? My sole conscience talked me through… …telling me, to let go fast of you. So I past a view, of memories after school, I asked for truth… ….soon maroon cravings spilled on this paper noose. . . Shh…daddy won’t hurt you…(Daniel Beidrins) When she turned 14 A burden is more pressure than pain I let the anguish remain…like whites with a stain. No bleach to keep it clean, so I remain dirty. Harsh words get mean, leaving my emotions hurting. I become the 40 year old virgin, the drunken version Persistent to my keen vision, her words cut deep like an insurgent Prada and Gucci fasten around her worlds of new I fasten to poppy’s chickens, licking seconds wanting you A crème saver could crème a saving for wanting more So I saved some creamed icing with some chocolate for that whore. I played footsy… then I galloped joyously within my soul Animosity built an empire, ready to explode, take control and take its toll. She fought back with aggression I fought more with a GORE. Back whips and stroked lips, I grinded her hips till she was sore. Remedies played repeatedly times four, I held no remorse I fell off the intercourse and sighed greatly over her miserable corpse . . . I stand on my own decision…(Alexis Beidrins) When she turned 18 I go from corner to corner, working from a penny to a quarter Artists have their run away place, well this right here is my martyr I sink from drugs to abuse... so I made the perfect excuse For guys of all ages who just want to use my pussy too get loose. so many were in my line, waiting to hit my line I was far from a penny but only worth two nickels… or a dime. I worked my ways around crime, so I did my time. All of a sudden I became a quarter… I accomplished something in life. Yet it led me the wrong way, my thoughts conjured a wrong say That left a massacre in decay; I could have been living today. Instead Im left sober on drunken corners, in rage I lost my quarter shape…. Can any one spare me some spare change? A penny for a quarter is more than what meets the eye…
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Chryme Syndicate
-Chalkin' Up Your Future |
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05-11-07, 11:17 AM
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IP: 923C BD7B
damn good drop write... nice storyline i liked it... i might edit my verse in here in... only got like 20 minutes online today cause im mad busy i've got like 10 lines done to my verse... if i dont drop it in a couple minutes was wondering if i could have an extension til tomarrow and ill drop for sure then
Edit: Nevermind... I rushed to get it finished
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5x PS HOF 2004 Poet of the year 3X writer of the month |
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05-11-07, 11:17 AM
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IP: 923C BD7B
damn good drop write... nice storyline i liked it... i might edit my verse in here in... only got like 20 minutes online today cause im mad busy i've got like 10 lines done to my verse... if i dont drop it in a couple minutes was wondering if i could have an extension til tomarrow and ill drop for sure then
Edit: Nevermind... I rushed to get it finished
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Fuck Yuu Productions
5x PS HOF 2004 Poet of the year 3X writer of the month |
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05-11-07, 11:33 AM
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IP: 923C BD7B
A Born Identity
Past A simple boy, Just turned thirteen Hell i had even made the baseball team Lost and confused in a cold world Just looking for a stupid little girl Blonde hair, Blue eyes, Fair skin But i dont know where to begin Taking a left at jackson street Three houses down, is where we meet Now there is nothing to fret Who is she, i need to know, yet I cant seem to see her anymore Present See when i was just ten years old I came across a book and in it, it told About a boy who is not really a girl As i read on, my mind begins to swirl The scaples slice smoothly threw skin Yet no blood comes out or goes in This isnt right but i am drawn to it And its not like my parents give a shit Future I've just turned twenty one Looking back i see nothing Nothing that i could have done To change the way things unfolded I made the book my life and lived The past eleven years was a lie And in all honesty i wanted to die The book gave me something to live for Something more then this world And all of the bullshit in it Yesterday i was Tom Ryan twentyone years old and dead Today im known as Jessica Ryan Dad i want to thank you for the book Because of that, my identity was born
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Fuck Yuu Productions
5x PS HOF 2004 Poet of the year 3X writer of the month |
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05-11-07, 11:33 AM
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IP: 923C BD7B
A Born Identity
Past A simple boy, Just turned thirteen Hell i had even made the baseball team Lost and confused in a cold world Just looking for a stupid little girl Blonde hair, Blue eyes, Fair skin But i dont know where to begin Taking a left at jackson street Three houses down, is where we meet Now there is nothing to fret Who is she, i need to know, yet I cant seem to see her anymore Present See when i was just ten years old I came across a book and in it, it told About a boy who is not really a girl As i read on, my mind begins to swirl The scaples slice smoothly threw skin Yet no blood comes out or goes in This isnt right but i am drawn to it And its not like my parents give a shit Future I've just turned twenty one Looking back i see nothing Nothing that i could have done To change the way things unfolded I made the book my life and lived The past eleven years was a lie And in all honesty i wanted to die The book gave me something to live for Something more then this world And all of the bullshit in it Yesterday i was Tom Ryan twentyone years old and dead Today im known as Jessica Ryan Dad i want to thank you for the book Because of that, my identity was born
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Fuck Yuu Productions
5x PS HOF 2004 Poet of the year 3X writer of the month |
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05-15-07, 02:29 PM
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IP: 9E56 974F
I think both of you did a hell of a job and deserve a reward or some shit. I don't do good at feed on topical shit cuase I don't know shit.. But um I think it's a tie and you should have another match.
Ok ok ok at least I typed and gave you guys something  |
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05-15-07, 02:29 PM
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IP: 9E56 974F
I think both of you did a hell of a job and deserve a reward or some shit. I don't do good at feed on topical shit cuase I don't know shit.. But um I think it's a tie and you should have another match.
Ok ok ok at least I typed and gave you guys something |
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05-15-07, 03:30 PM
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IP: 90E9 CB25
word thanks kid
lol but not another one that would make for like the 3rd one now
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