ok this was a qwicc collab done on aim earlier...........yo here goes........its about a plan gone wrong............


MiCsYcKlE: yo WordzWhite, we MC turned Murderahs/ everyone done heard of us/ now we on national tv cause we jackin foolz plunderous/ vision this scene so damn obscene/ stabbed a kid in his mid-teens/ damn now I'm realizin kid was only eighteen

WORDZ: im panicin, thiz catz stiff liek a maniqan, so i try to form a plan// gorgin man, my mental flaws left me to float with the hand// pulled out the burner and looked between his retnal placement// his face went, stark white when he saw me open gun chasen//

MicsYcKle: yo i feel guilty but that it aint gonna get a life back/ tha souls left and i think i was high offa crak/ evidence is obvious, it dont lack/ Five-O be chasin us 'till we in jail and back/ it sumthin i dont wanna live wid, tha wrong path/ i repent to tha lord and ask him to save-me/ hope he listens, cuz if he didnt care he would take away everythin gave-me

WORDZ: the grave-be...........nuthin gravy..........so i move on launchin grenades at sqwad car// fucc the long arm, to me they only eqwal long harm// i aint tryin to see a box or a cell// god send me to hell, only "bars" i wanna see r these written to tell...//...my plight, look at how i fucced up my life// catch a hostage and take charge with my knife// catch anutha body, gotta get rid of it and have it buried//...my bacc tensed up from all the wait i carried// so far got blood on my hands and my mind shackled by 2 corpses//........and im on the run, bein chased by ruthless task forces......
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MIcSyCkLE: swat or tha fbi, they still unfair/ cop brutality?? i could smell that in tha air/ Wordz we gotta run faster but ma sweat keeps drippin in to ma eyez/ is that a msg from God to help me realize/ maybe, maybe not/ but tha cops are gainin on us surroundin every block/ i'm visionin my self locked/ but i cant figure cause ma vision is blurry/ and im thinkin about ma families worries/ i got no more energy i might just have to go/ once was an mc, and now I might be an inmate thinkin slow
...and all this just for some dough

WORDZ: oh fucc Mic we gettin close to escape, even closer to fate// if one of us trips then we made a mistake// the cops will surround us and well be locked or shot// ayo illa round this corner............we near my spot//......oh shyt go bacc, they must have figured we go this way cuz they waitin at the buildin// didnt know we was killin, a kid with woman and children//.....shyt they shootin, jet into that alley, my pants fallin, i grab and hold em up// told to stop, so we flip over the fences and and fold our guts// stretch bacc into place and sharp turn left// shit son i musta been hit, im bleedin from the chest.......

MiCsYcKlE: yo take ma shirt and hold it against your wounds/ just a couple more blocks son, cant give up so soon/ here hold ma shoulder we gotta make it thru/ damn this rain, slippin and its gettin hard to breath/ shoulda learnt ma lesson tha first time i was victim of greed/ shit a fence, here climb on to ma hand and reach tha top/ make sure u dont fall, and i aint gonna go down to no cop/ here take right/ in tha middle of this rainy night we trapped in this scene gettin harder to survive....

WORDZ: i aint afraid to lose most of my life// keep goin we almost there but im stumblin// they catchin up runnin, accurate gunnin// cant believe it fam, we fucced up the plan// we was only supposed to rob not kill no man//........damn, we within site of bein home free// they zone me, police got a barrier set up so let me hold heat// i run at em firin and fall--- watch yu make ya escape// as bullets punish my torso and face, hope ya live ya life better than me and mo more mistakes.......

MiCsYcKlE: NO! i can't let you go but i got no other choice/ once we dreamt of rollin in bentleys and a rolls royce/ i run thru a couple more streets and get shot in tha leg/ had some shots to ma shoulder but fortunately not ma head....(next month)...we was a team, alwayz workin togetha/ never intensionz to kill but now we fuked, and i'll always rememba/ u ma dawg son, your soul still lives/ keep yo hopes up high, and take whateva God gives/still cant believe you died/ i was arrested and sentenced, for weeks i just cried/ pain took ma body and ma mind turned wild/ you was tha prodigal child/ this letter is from the prison cell to u, half of ma brethren/ hope you ight up on the 7th Heaven.....


its on the real tip...........dont sleep yall reply..............

this was sumthin me and my mans thought would make a dope song

Holla

UPPN

UPPN

here's a favour, I'll give you your first reply... not bad... I mean, the flow lacked, but it could just be how I was reading it.. space out the lines nore, easier to read... this was a really long collab tho, so I can see why you did it that way.... WORD'z got a better pop to his bars, an' follows tha story better.. mic, u had some nice lines I gotta give u that, your wordplay needs improvement.. an' tha's about it... 1....

and btw... i don't get so calky 'cause I think I'm "Mr.Hip-Hop" as you so blatently put it... my calkyness is just my way of pushing people to get better... so when I'm rude or seem like I'm hating I'm not, just giving that extra little push...

reply to one of my pieces, either in open mic.. or one of the audio's in my sig... 1

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