Topic started by Joe Pilgrim (@ webcacheh02a.cache.pol.co.uk) on Fri Dec 12 07:23:44 EST 2003.
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And now it was his turn, airless fumes filled the air, wisperings from beneath him were untold into nothing ness. He clenched it, sweat oozing down the long black voice master in whiuch he held with such dignity. They stared each other down, man to man.
Eyes pumping, killing with murderless intentions. It was now, he seized the moment... There was tention in the atmosphere, he could feel it, he was sure "They" could to. It was now, this was it, his time was running out, he was losing the momentum...but then, with the odourless breath of his own, he spoke:
It's time to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up
Evil that's still in these streets still won't allow me to put the K up
When the dope don't weigh up, these b**ches wanna lay up
All in the D Spot and get the streets hot
The narcos roll around here lookin' for the crooks
The hatas live around here give me dirty looks
I heard some hatas plottin' wanna kick my door in
'Cuz I gots more ends then all of ya hoe-a*s kins
Oh no, can't trust nobody, this game is deadly
And murder's on my mind inside my musical medley
And I Skydive, just to stay alive Maximum overdrive, some don't survive
I need some 'Therapy' but ain't nobody helpin' me These b**ches think I'm crazy
I'm fallin', I hear the demons callin' I'm fallin', I hear the demons callin'
Silence furfills the sweet smell of success, he sees his partners eyes cryin, he knew it was over. Never to rap again, hes dreams were gone. Why? He wasnt sure, he turns and SHOT! He hits the floor .End.
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