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[Avery Jones]

I wish I had more time
but I'm
as it seems
wanted like intel's dreams
more needed
then preachers need jesus
my part in this world seems
impossible to be deleted

but I would love to give you a good run
but times of the essence
like finding ways for the money to c**
life in turn gives lessons
keep'm safe like presents
in case you hear a pressence
intruders will gun
for the salad and the dressins

[Sushi~X]

Connect the dots to your heart thats where your shot
Lay on cots while son evades the cops while maintainin props
Chop ya block with chiseled rock and stop the beat
Record spins off the track as you face defeat

[Old Prince]

Fly when I step like I'm high where I slept.
Imagine when I wake, Cloud 9's getting left.
Me with a pen is a drop when in depth.
Still a style stays empty handed, no help.

[Lyrikal Freedom]

my mind slips
as i continue to sip
intoxicated
my pen bleeds
the ink drips
weres my head at
i dont know
truth be told i lost it along time ago
in bitter slums smokin blunts
above a broken bottle were blood mixis with rum
every day they screm were you from
the block gives birth to hav soildiers
no helmets just guns
and they wonder why we kill each other in are sllep
it basic definition moderen warfare the streets

[Old Prince]

I will say this one time for you young minds.
Unwind if you come to rhyme. Don't come blind
Running. Combine the slums and some line
And what do you get next? UPSET! Sometimes.
But sometimes it is best for some to run rhymes
Through because lines true to one's grind
Sums the signs of experience to later comply
With visions insistiant upon being sun shine.

[El Nino Eduardo]

Common Sense - I Used To Love H.E.R. Instrumental

Damn, what has to be done to stop cats from killing my girl
It gets quite annoying hearing verbal assults upon the world
Chasing these hoodlums up a tree like a squirrel
'94 I beat on the garbage can for riddim giving it a whirl
While at public school I put classmates in the toilet for a swirl
During lunch my homegirl is giving her bubblegum a twirl
Sending me signals but I'm too busy jotting
Playing with the drum machines and plotting
I told her I don't wanna be a rapper that's s**t-crop
I want to be a true MC, that's where the real hip-hop
She told me maybe at her house I can let her hear a instrumental
So I got acquainted with her mom who's hispanic and father who's oriental
But they don't like the music I'm already into
I explained it has nothing to do with South Central
Put their minds worth for something ornamental
They apologized refraining what they said was accidental
But I knew it was gonna happen coincidentally
Now we're back wanderering the streets
She tells me in my ear true lyricism is the key
And if I have that she said they might be something 'tween her and me
Maybe if that's the case, I might ask her to marry me
But all these current abuses she endures
Years later she might end up killing herself
And I can't live with that on my conscience
It might make me put rappers beyond unconscious
But that neither I don't want to make a promise
And said that I did what I had to do, that won't be honest
We do have a music of choice to seperate the best from the weak
On the headphones go listening to real hip hop everyday of the week

[SFIGHTER87]

SUP

[Lil_Demyn]

blegh

[Old Prince]

Better to rule in hell than serve from your kitchen,
As the second bus boy employed with supervision.
From the height of any hype, life and superstition
I'm not that angered, taking to dishes and spitting.
Everything I serve has been bitten. Yet afterward
Loose teeth testify, plastered to a b*****d's word
Kicked from the dome, literally. I've mastered first
Techniques like brain washing with a bat, perferred
Some fun is sought in the art. "Then let me start."
Likewise fom the cook, taking open books to heart
Disrupting its function like a junction of spare parts;
More lost into this voyage than a million Airhearts.
Their part is to teach. Mine seeks immune systems
Interacting with your vitals like its tuned wisdom
To move venom through you like it's a new given
Hostile nature taken so lead me to your children.

(Mess was forced.)

[Old Prince]

I am on the edge you catered to the education
Of your vitality's weakness. Seems a little empty
To assault the weakest of supposed emcees
Who thrive on weekends like the weak end of a
Debate. With hot topics, I prematurely cremate
The supposedly great before their first birthday.
It is a timed attack with my reaction botched
Only for the comfort to slay in the worst way,
The womb of whom? Your moms. Yes. As. It.
Seems I am responsible for turning songstress
To Fury. But like Nick, my night endeavors stick
Forever and ever if she's after the lever. Still
Regardless of your need for validation of
Value, I more than ensure there is nothing special
About you to date by dishing out late bits of
Information of just how you can reach my level.

Simply observe since the process is triggered
Through conscious accounting of not being a...
If you can figure where that one is heading
Maybe I can afford to provide the leeway to a
Free way of thought. There's no toll needed
Except for a bit of your soul to be repeatedly
Depleated, recovered, reprocessed. Repeat it
Until you are the fiend you want to be. It's
Sad how some seem to sell the entirety
Of their soul to fall foul from the variety of
Styles on the mic that the divine write before
Hand, not to abort man but to shead light
So heads won't be dead right? And yet fatigue
Mentally mapped cannot articulate the need to
Live. My style stays positive, like AIDS at your
Doorstep to "Accelerate Your Life" like T2.

(Music: [Things Fall Apart] The Roots - Diedre vs Dice

[Old Prince]

Aiming to be "Decent" and to frequent the weak mentality so that I can guide them to a reality rought with the wrongs of the right hand so that I may play them away like a pill on their night stand.

[x-kimberly-xlovable]

what do i do in this forum ?

[Lil_Demyn]

x-kimberly-xlovable

what do i do in this forum ?

freestyle ....to your hearts content