Jon
Whateva
TOPIC: we need someone to give us one. first suggestion given in this thread is what we'll use
WORD: see above

BarTek
daniemuse
TOPIC: you are posting on Okayplayer while hiding in a remote location in your home while occupying forces from another country/city/planet are trying to find you and everyone like you.
WORD: bengal

ToeJam
muddywaters
TOPIC: being a turntable
WORD: nightchild

blaksilence
MiracleRic
TOPIC: being a teardrop
WORD: pasta

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now that everyone has their topic, you all have until next Sunday to inbox me your pieces
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Whateva (or anyone facing me in a given round) still sends the piece to me like everyone else, but can also send it to MiracleRic (who offered to help) and ANY OTHER PARTICIPANT of his/her choosing so he/she can be assured i'm not tampering or cheating.
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PLEASE FOLLOW THE FOLLOWING INSTRUCTION (to make life 10 times easier):

when you send your piece to my inbox, put your name AND the person you're facing in the SUBJECT line like "Auriz Deep vs BarTek".

then inside the content area, title your piece with your name, like this:

ToeJam:

sfdsajfidojoijojojo
fsdjioasdjifosjoaa
jidsoajfosidajafoi
jfdioajfdiosjfaoa

jdfioajdoifajofidaj
jdfoiajdfoajofdsj
jfdisoafjsdoaifjosad
jsdioafjasoiasjo

dsfahduifhasifhsdai
dshfuidahiufhasifhda
dfhauifdhifahidsia
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which brings us to LENGTH:
-the piece can be as long or short as you want. just be aware of the risks you take making something extremely short (people might not be impressed if it isn't very very potent) or extremely long (people might start skimming if they have to read an entire novel)
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if and when i get eliminated, i'm still going to be here for you folks. i still, after all, get the fun job of choosing words and topics and reading this stuff.
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if i left anything out, reply here with the much needed guidance.

>now that everyone has their topic, you all have until next
>Sunday to inbox me your pieces


So if it comes ON Sunday, that's cool, right...

just for everyone's own reference


KNOWLEDGE:
1.a love-story(how many mcs can do this w/o being corny)
2.alien abduction
3.a story from the perspective of a cartoon(or tv show) character
4.how u spend your time
5.how u started rappin
6.your definition of an mc or who you think are great mcs
7.bush or politics in general

WILLI DUDAT:
-how bout plastic surgery (ie botox, fake tits *can i say tits...oops i said it again*...LOL)
-which brings me to another topic: censorship...
-science
-addiction

TOE JAM:
a)animal instincts
b)the boondocks
c)christmas
d)the almight dollar
e)earth
f)flesh
g)genocide
h)homeless
i)innuendo
j)jedi
k)karma
l)the lox
m)media
n)n-word
o)outer space
p)pasta
q)quid pro quo
r)running for president
s)sabatage
t)oeJam
u)underwear
v)vision
w)weed
x)xenophobia
y)your job
z)ummm, how 'bout the zoo

DANIEMUSE:
nichtophobia (fear of the dark)
ice cream
your first love
the Simpsons
trees
mirrors
if you had x-ray vision
being a turntable
your biggest regret
being a teardrop

AURIZ DEEP:
-Sittin, maybe anxious, waitin for somethin to happen during which you can make a HUGE decision---(Yeah that's a lil specific, but we're lookin at how the conveyence of the two verses compare, so...)
-Makin the whole underlyin meaning/plot of a given movie into a verse-
-Bein Unconscious- -Right before, during, and right after sleep-

WHATEVA:
-Money
-War
-Sex
-Suggestions: add a few "must use" words or subtopics to each topic that have to be incorporated into the rhyme. Like if the topic was "war", for instance, the words you would have to use are Fallujah, Nazis, preemptive, and genocide
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Jon speaking: I'm going to use this suggestion, but for extra fun, it will be a word that is NOT an obvious fit to the topic.

THE BEST PART:
-a tree
-a bird
-a river
-water
-fire
-earth
-youth
-community
-gentics
-history
-anxiety
-death
-forbidden love
-guilt
-pleasure
-parenthood
-childhood
-family
-picking a song and writing a verse to it. or writing a dedication verse to your fav artists.
-roll playing? write from the perspective of a person, a place or thing.

MIRACLE RIC:
-bruised and fat eyes
-black tribes
-crack ties
-building blocks
-squeeling glocks
-precision persistence
-the decisions of infants
-love lost
-lust found
-grub costs
-and bust downs
-nightchilds
-and nice smiles
-chill times with ill dimes
-blood and ink
-drugs and drink
-skills shine

JAY FEVER:
-Butter
-Waterguns
-Grafitti
-Boob Jobs
-Staples
-Genocide
-Care Bears
-Frankenstein
-World Hunger

BARTEK:
-Love
-Energy
-Revolution
-Knowledge of Self
-Tormenting Thoughts
-Rage
-Growing Up
-Dying
-Family
-God
-Religion

BLAKSILENCE:
-Nature (you said not to take any of yours but i have to at least include this one)

MADNIS:
-being in the shoes of someone in a tragedy

Subject: Dangerous Sex
Word: Hotdog

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I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them fall away. ~ Tool

True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this even without a record contract, knahmsayin? ~ Nas
No question! ~ AZ

http://www.soundclick.com/djbartek/

that was some hot shit, for real
the second verse had me dyin
i was gonna go with jon's joint, cuz it is ill, but this stuck to me more...






shawn aka boocho mcfly
part of adult film stars
www.isound.com/adult_film_stars

or just up

>dirt&water<

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

I had sooo much fun writing it.
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D. Scott
http://www.dscottandthefamily.com
http://anewqueendom.blogspot.com

In like Flynn

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I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them fall away. ~ Tool

True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this even without a record contract, knahmsayin? ~ Nas
No question! ~ AZ

http://www.soundclick.com/djbartek/

(please read both then vote for your favorite with the person's name in the subject line.)
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TOPIC: dangerous sex
WORD: hot dog

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Jon:

lush flora, dark floor
we be 40 feet above it
lust for her spark. Flore:
she be horny, we get rugged

baby grabbin' jungle trunk
for life while i slam it
rumble funk; every shift shakes
the make shift hammock

...faking fight;
love-branding each other silly
Jacob ladder city as
canopy light dance on titties

...net, knots, and threads
shred, and pop
panthers and jaguars
grab bark and watch

blue azure climaxes:
the clouds bust
bangin in God shower,
foot of the bed...busts

we wack the tree back
splack my sweety verticle
fertile girl knees wrap, i
spunk in her gully tulip

climb to safe spot then
grind her hot, doggie bent
prime scented body
send mami naughty crescen-

doe low blows in
oh so copacetic strokes
tremble-ing she sings
ending avec tremolo

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Whateva:

Over in Johannesburg, yo they handling a scourge
a potential world threat, got the population scurrrred
AIDS-H-I-V, babies, stay plugged to IV's
And she ain't playing hard to get like High-V
the whole community, their mothers is so important
in the matter of a minute, a bush becomes an orphan
that dangerous sex that disease is complex
it's more to getting it on than getting ya dick wet
Now I like to get wreckless, consider me a ridah
I did business wit a hookah in Las Vegas, Nevada
she spread her cooch, and poof, oompa loopas inside her
I spotted crabs on Puss beach, an I ain't talkin bout lobster
Now you might be gettin laughs out of chickens burnin me
but this is a serious line about a chick from Germany
S&M miss told me to deficate on her lips
she opened up, choked, and croaked, now that's some dangerous shit
I told the judge "I plead the fif, I ain't saying shhhhhh...!!"

not to stop you or me, from doing ya thang
but the places that I been, and the people I seen
yo, getting ya fuck on is the American Dream
but sex is dangerous, if you know what I mean

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
I said sex in the city is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Illadel is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in NY is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Chi-town is dangerous

setting it off we boeing jetted off to the dirty
Mississipi, the dirt roads, po show no mercy
we loss gas and crashed at a shack in the boondocks
white jawn said pops coming, who knew he would soon knock
she fixed beans and hot dogs, and listened to smooth rock.
she said she saw girls gone wild a while back and wilded out
I'm spoutin inside her mouth, she dropped knowledge down south
outside of her house, pop pulls up, pops the trunk
pulls out a buck, rifle, bucked shots, my heart sunk
He took off his hood, a damn klansman, grand dragon
He didn't beat around the bush about killin, he was braggin
laughin, about blastin my head off for gettin head
I'm shook, now I know I'm half past certainly dead
shorty was sad, the cum dripped, her grill looked bad
I panicked, grabbed a banner, didn't know what to grab
and wiped his daughter's face off with a confederate flag........damn

Not to stop you or me from doing ya thing
but the places that I been, and the people I seen
yo, gettin ya fuck on is the American Dream
but sex is dangerous, if you know what I mean

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in De-twa is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Bankhead is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Third coast is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in L. A. is dangerous

now you a smooth pimp hustla a domesticated player
you a good man, the Iceberg is tucked beneath the layers
slipped off the wedding jewelry, sick, ya wife called in
you tried to dip in the babysitter, she dipped an did you in
ya wife and mistress standing hip to hip smacking they lips
they ain't the Re-up gang, but they loading two Clipse
two wrists shakin, two trigger fingers reachin
A married man creepin, two rican divas Dee-Ah-boliquin'
they licked off a few rounds as he stuttering speakin
they started tonguin him down, lickin, while his brain's is leakin
it's not for the weak hearted, I speak my peace and
teach that even safe - sex is dangerous of recent
fiendin, be careful where and when you skeetin
if it ain't over eighteen, it ain't clean, I'm not preachin
you'll be believin when da charges you receivin statutory
she sayin "no" and you beatin her, well........that's another story.


Not to stop you or me from doing ya thing
but the places that I been, and the people I seen
yo, gettin ya fuck on is the American Dream
but sex is dangerous, if you know what I mean

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in London is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Tokyo is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
sex in Sau Paulo is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
sex in Kingston is dangerous

EDIT: forgive me for the above error. forgot to put the match in the title (its Christmas). also, i changed the layout of my lines back to how they were when i originally wrote this, i hope you all don't mind.
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TOPIC: dangerous sex
WORD: hot dog

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Jon:

lush flora, dark floor we be 40 feet above it
lust for her spark. Flore: she be horny, we get rugged
baby grabbin' jungle trunk for life while i slam it
rumble funk; every shift shakes the make shift hammock

...faking fight; love-branding each other silly
Jacob ladder city as canopy light dance on titties
...net, knots, and threads shred, and pop
panthers and jaguars grab bark and watch

blue azure climaxes: the clouds bust
bangin in God shower, foot of the bed...busts
we wack the tree back splack my sweety verticle
fertile girl knees wrap, i spunk in her gully tulip

climb to safe spot then grind her hot, doggie bent
prime scented body send mami naughty crescen-
doe low blows in oh so copacetic strokes
tremble-ing she sings ending avec tremolo

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Whateva:

Over in Johannesburg, yo they handling a scourge
a potential world threat, got the population scurrrred
AIDS-H-I-V, babies, stay plugged to IV's
And she ain't playing hard to get like High-V
the whole community, their mothers is so important
in the matter of a minute, a bush becomes an orphan
that dangerous sex that disease is complex
it's more to getting it on than getting ya dick wet
Now I like to get wreckless, consider me a ridah
I did business wit a hookah in Las Vegas, Nevada
she spread her cooch, and poof, oompa loopas inside her
I spotted crabs on Puss beach, an I ain't talkin bout lobster
Now you might be gettin laughs out of chickens burnin me
but this is a serious line about a chick from Germany
S&M miss told me to deficate on her lips
she opened up, choked, and croaked, now that's some dangerous shit
I told the judge "I plead the fif, I ain't saying shhhhhh...!!"

not to stop you or me, from doing ya thang
but the places that I been, and the people I seen
yo, getting ya fuck on is the American Dream
but sex is dangerous, if you know what I mean

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
I said sex in the city is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Illadel is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in NY is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Chi-town is dangerous

setting it off we boeing jetted off to the dirty
Mississipi, the dirt roads, po show no mercy
we loss gas and crashed at a shack in the boondocks
white jawn said pops coming, who knew he would soon knock
she fixed beans and hot dogs, and listened to smooth rock.
she said she saw girls gone wild a while back and wilded out
I'm spoutin inside her mouth, she dropped knowledge down south
outside of her house, pop pulls up, pops the trunk
pulls out a buck, rifle, bucked shots, my heart sunk
He took off his hood, a damn klansman, grand dragon
He didn't beat around the bush about killin, he was braggin
laughin, about blastin my head off for gettin head
I'm shook, now I know I'm half past certainly dead
shorty was sad, the cum dripped, her grill looked bad
I panicked, grabbed a banner, didn't know what to grab
and wiped his daughter's face off with a confederate flag........damn

Not to stop you or me from doing ya thing
but the places that I been, and the people I seen
yo, gettin ya fuck on is the American Dream
but sex is dangerous, if you know what I mean

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in De-twa is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Bankhead is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Third coast is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in L. A. is dangerous

now you a smooth pimp hustla a domesticated player
you a good man, the Iceberg is tucked beneath the layers
slipped off the wedding jewelry, sick, ya wife called in
you tried to dip in the babysitter, she dipped an did you in
ya wife and mistress standing hip to hip smacking they lips
they ain't the Re-up gang, but they loading two Clipse
two wrists shakin, two trigger fingers reachin
A married man creepin, two rican divas Dee-Ah-boliquin'
they licked off a few rounds as he stuttering speakin
they started tonguin him down, lickin, while his brain's is leakin
it's not for the weak hearted, I speak my peace and
teach that even safe - sex is dangerous of recent
fiendin, be careful where and when you skeetin
if it ain't over eighteen, it ain't clean, I'm not preachin
you'll be believin when da charges you receivin statutory
she sayin "no" and you beatin her, well........that's another story.


Not to stop you or me from doing ya thing
but the places that I been, and the people I seen
yo, gettin ya fuck on is the American Dream
but sex is dangerous, if you know what I mean

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in London is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
uh, sex in Tokyo is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
sex in Sau Paulo is dangerous

It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous...
sex in Kingston is dangerous

I respect that whateva made a song but Jon's verse and the style he chose is bananas...

Vote =Jon
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"My salvation is salivating"---Rass Kass

"Consider me fear because I shear ideas"--Kool G Rap

"Really dope needles are needed to inject this"--Kool G Rap

Nice work from both, but Jon got the CRAZY wordplay and scenario, IMO.
D

D. Scott
http://www.dscottandthefamily.com
http://anewqueendom.blogspot.com

but whatever, you need to quit teasin e'rybody wit these songs and not recordin nothin man...that shit is tight...i know im not alone in requestin an audio of this one...

"It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta..."

-du

props for Whateva

>dirt&water<

He ripped this ish, man. Jon's was cool but I didn't think it was a challenge to him. Whateva just had the clowning stories and took the theme way farther than I expected, plus I could hear that being a real song.

Good ish from both...

jon's was definitely ill i liked the style, how u used words and rhythm. and whateva's was long, which would usually be bad considerin my 3rd-grade attention-span. but it was written well, had wordplay, and was funny. good job to both
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www.theunion.gwgaming.net <---The Union=my group
on the mic I'm Murs, Peter Parker, not a thespian/
these other rappers on the same shit, its all pedestrian/
-knowledge

so im going to concede...nice idea and management Jon

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

TOPIC: being a turntable
WORD: nightchild
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please read both then vote for your fav with your winner's name in subject line
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(muddywaters will be deducted 1 point for being a day later than ToeJam, who was also late with his late ass!)
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MUDDYWATERS:

a new year is rising, i reflect on my past and
realize i'm so different from i was crafted
a vampire bastard, forever living beyond
the one who created me at my lifes dawn
motion clockwise, move forward like timelines
native language heard, at thirty-three and a third
was fed sounds naturally, regurgitated them static-ly
having no options, i knew progress would come gradually
i met music and for the record she was multi-layered
cats came to know me as an automatic player
cause it seemed like i played her, on the surface
but underneath, i was just a tool for her purpose
times change, she switched styles, i switched appearances
i played her, she used me, but here’s the differences
masterful classical, spiritual miracle, razzmatazz jazz, lower-class bluegrass
afro junk funk, honkey-tonk country, uncontrolled rock n roll, and slave stroll soul
if a party went down i was around and crowned
essential, without me your shit’s a ghost town
made asses shake from short skirts to evening gowns
figured one day music and me would settle down
our progress reversed, i would scratch her with diamonds
or speed up her pace and fuck up her timing
looking back now, we both did wrong
what doesn’t kill you only makes you strong
the year is at the bottom of the inning, i'm spinning wild
a night child, restyled my baby to move the night crowd
the next three hundred and sixty five dawns
i hope music doesn’t mind me keeping her under my right arm

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TOE JAM:

I dance w/ the most minute of seismic vibrations
thru my analogue catalogue if you exercise patience
I am magnetically connected to the earth’s poles
capturing hurt souls
recognizing that they’re worth gold
from the first sold, when they didn’t know the half
He changed the world son, yr Grandfather Phonograph
w/ a crank and shaft
he stirred a peoples revolution per minute
I miss his old voice, and the cracks that were in it
He taught us to listen, and to discern labels
many nights could’ve turned fatal
for your daddy turntable
But, son,
I A.C. adapted
then I started shooting up on wax
…just like gangsta rap did
I be feenin’, scratching thru the night child
searchin’ for that next hit,
to give my stylus a nice style
slide off my sleeve, belt tight, insert my needle
the voices curl themselves up my ears and in the fetal
Pumpin thru the mainline
‘til my RCA veins climb
my arm, but I’ll never hawk the diamond at the end
We went from gramophone to methadone to my son who’d rather blend
A C.D. than the wax the has left tracks up and down yr fathers limbs
you just don’t want to end up like him, sinning then singing the hymns
w/ two black circles beneath my spinning eyes
and both of us skip from time to time
Our family has been built upon an evolution
of intelligent designs known as electric music
that will turn the tables once more,
so feel free to explore
but don't think of Pops as a junkie
It's like pop music derived from poppies
I just like to get faded from time to time
but the blend is never sloppy
I never overdose and leave a crowd comatose
maybe someday, son, you'll come close
and though our family's past might be checkered
you ain't never gonna break my record...

very dope. it continually flowed round and round .. it was smooth, you really captured the essence of a turntable. nicely done...

That's what's up.
D

D. Scott
http://www.dscottandthefamily.com
http://anewqueendom.blogspot.com

i love the connection between the turntables and drugs, and the theme of family
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www.theunion.gwgaming.net <---The Union=my group
on the mic I'm Murs, Peter Parker, not a thespian/
these other rappers on the same shit, its all pedestrian/
-knowledge

TOPIC: being a teardrop
WORD: pasta

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(blaksilence wins by KO. MiracleRic bowed out)

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BLAKSILENCE:

me and my daughter await the order
to crawl over the wall and fall into absolved
praying hard that we're slaughtered for a cause

cuz last night this asswhipe hit the hashpipe and killed lil Tash
with a teary laugh at Van Dyke

Damn, I'd take the bad pipe
just for a chance for my daughter to dance in the romant-ic
sad light

and die proper outta the eye of a mobster
who finds his crimes to climb cult lines
chalk out-lined his mama and papa
to the soundtrack of crying opera
he'd grab a nine and a popper and pop them
until she's lying facedown in a pile of his mama's pasta

I-ronic.

TOPIC:
WORD:

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BARTEK:

Ahh shit! y'all will not believe what the bleep is happening
I looked out the window today, and I saw some people battling
It wasn't rap, nah.. don't get it twisted
They was alien's, and they was flexing green fists kid!
ahh shit!!!
So, I flipped and ran to the bassment... Lit up some green,
Sigh, the irony of that statement..
I hope they don't fuck with my spleen!
From East to West Bengal, the radio said they were vandals..
I need a Bengal Tiger from Bengladesh to fend of these mongrels..

These green alien things are messing wit tings on the planet...
Aight aight.. I'm high ... LOL ..
I'm about to die damnit!
So, guess who about to get some.. Im fucked but im not talking about pussy..
Im fearing this ray gun about to spark up like a kwik loosie..
So, what y'all doing? I know they messing with you..
It's a good thing were here together.. when our time is due..
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OH shit I heard a knock, what should I do?
Then again, why would they knock, they got guns bigger than you!
Should I check the door? what y'all think?
I'm on the brink of slicing my wrists in the sink!
I got problems! then again, we all do, I didn't think about that...hmm
Fuck it.. im going to get a wooden spoon and eat those rats!
They will not take me alive! I am human!
I'll quit smoking, I'll quit drinking, I'll even turn Morman!
So, is anybody out there? please answer... I'm lonely.

okay, I'm not laughing any more.. this shit isn't really real is it?
But, im on this damn keyboard typing this crazy shieet.
Well, since you aren't replying, I'll assume you're running for life..
somebody anchor this post.. cause this shit is gonna happen only once...
classic shit, but damn.. i wish it didn't have to be so erratic...
you know the culture, we live it.. from peaceful to fucking hectic..
Oh shit.. the light bulb just went out.. i need to get outta sight..
I wish I had a bengal light to illuminate my fright..
you know that movie, like when taht chick was in the woods?
With some crazy witch chasing her?
well, i don't know what to do,
I think I'll just... wait in here.

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DANIEMUSE:

This just in
news bulletin
To all okayplayahs:
Forces more ruthless than darth vadah and al quaidah
Are lookin to seize me and all other similar creatahs
Communicatahs, truth conveyahs, that expose perpetratahs,
Whether writers of fiction, musical masters of depiction,
Or poets with predilections for arguing stances in stanzas
Or preachah produce-ahs postin’ in The Lesson that demand tha
Proof to back up ya policy
All of us artsy-fartsy anomalies
Are being sought and destroyed
Plain-clothed armies already deployed
So we can’t protest the brain washin
Watch yo’ back and proceed with caution
I heard they already caught willi_dudat
(Looks like some of y’all already knew dat)
I’m hidin’ in a dark basement on somebody’s imac
FUCK THAT!
I’m not gonna run scared, shut my mouth, and play mute
I’m a social deviant, a rebel, always rhythmically refute
Let’s regroup
Organize, strategize
And defiantly verbalize against the lies
Of the enemy
Best believe that the pen’ll be
Sharper than the sword with lyrics that penetrate
Resonate, sparkin’ debate,
The plan’s starting to take shape
Get your MP3’s, CDs, mics, OG’s grab ya tapes
We ‘bout to stop this mental rape
Before it’s even begun
Y’all get ready, I’ll give the signal, start right on the “1”
Then spit the hottest freedom freestyle from the depths of your lung
Or sing the most powerful song that has ever been sung
Recite the piece that brings peace
Forget all east, west, north, south beef
From Bengal to New York
All membahs on all boards
Unite to “rage, rage against the night”
Fight for what’s right using what we have left
Ready, set,
Go! Everyone prepared for attack
The revolution’s here
And we’re gonna BE the soundtrack

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I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them fall away. ~ Tool

True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this even without a record contract, knahmsayin? ~ Nas
No question! ~ AZ

http://www.soundclick.com/djbartek/

okay...finally got to the tourney....Daniemuse I bow to you as the queen of the flock building kingdoms with stones made of words to constantly build up your readers....

Rev...a big time fan


**"don't ya blame yourself for ya failure..cus ya can't hold onto what's no longer" Lutan Fyah**



umm.....umm...tasty beauty.....plump with life...thick with breath...soft caress....in you wisdom I delight....

TOPIC: you are posting on Okayplayer while hiding in a remote location in your home while occupying forces from another country/city/planet are trying to find you and everyone like you.
WORD: bengal

props to BarTek

>dirt&water<

I thought BarTek had it locked, but it seemed to loose focus as it went on. Muse played it a little safe, but came out on top with a str8forward piece.

I thought both of you could have tackled the subject a bit bettah, though, but still good isht.

It's Christmas... The ironic thing is that I had my piece written the day after you posted the new topics. I was with family, friends, and wasn't really thinking about Okp. Oh well...

Peace

@}-,-`-

I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them fall away. ~ Tool

True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this even without a record contract, knahmsayin? ~ Nas
No question! ~ AZ

http://www.soundclick.com/djbartek/

its all good. i should have given this more devotion. oops! love you guys. payso

@}-,-`-

I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them fall away. ~ Tool

True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this even without a record contract, knahmsayin? ~ Nas
No question! ~ AZ

http://www.soundclick.com/djbartek/