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Lifeless my corpse twitches in the alleyway,
Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't a live for another day?
I stand lookin' at myself, starin' at my own eyes, as the skies run red,
The bell tolls and people come to the streets - "Welcome to the world of the dead"
Am I mislead or is this my new life, Is this my rebirth?
I look up to see a fist form in the sky - a spirit stirred.
Death slices and dices my soul into thrice,
Disabled soul my body fades into the ether... cries.
"You passed the test" the voice called,
"I know..." my voice replies - as time stalled.
New Topic - Conspiracy...
Peace
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these people plotting on me...im thinking its a conspiracy...
im like a mean step-father...as you see sons fearing me...
none hearing me...
would ever step to that level...go MEL GIBSON wit this shit...
i am DyMoNiK...you'll still go to hell wishing you spit this shit...
you bit this spit...
so why would i ever get paranoid...im annoyed...
that your overjoyed...
dont fucking get any ideas...stop your conspiracism...stop your plotting...
my dope spit...is the only pot your copping...
ive got a couple conspiracy theorys...ones that people trying to stop my dropping...
next topic... jesus
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I creep with da devil, but walk wit jesus
He speaks da truth and u niggas need this
U'll see them footsteps next to your own
When u come into conflict and u think ur gone
He'll carry you, then let u walk the rest
We answer him when he talk the test
I aint run when hammers bang hard
Cuz i know that in my corner i got God
N/T - A Killin In Church.
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god dammit dude...theres a killing in a church...
so many people visiting god...we're filling up the hearse...
best to get another one...just call up the county morgue...
imma send you to jesus...kill you once we around the lord...
wait til we enter sunday mass...beat you to death in front of the priest...
look at that sunday passed...still beating you to death cuz you fronting a piece...
sonning the priest...
in the house of the heavenly father...its a sin to kill in this place...
call you a vamp...holy water ya grill...now he aint feeling his face...
finally lay you to rest...outside the church in the ground...
if you ever say you the best...you bout to ride the hearse thru the town...
next topic... is there a heaven is there a hell which one you going to?
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Knowing that I die longer than I live
Makes this exinctence less than die or get rich
Yes,
Living in this world full of lifelessness
Makes me wonder about the ancient story of Y Christ lived
And,
Since u die loner thay u live it must be something after the hatred of men
Its got 2 B hell its got 2 B heven
Im hurting
Im im serching I got find what is lurkig
Cus it’s the truth and if I find my purpose
I will find heven Y cus I deserve it
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No topic for my opticks, New Life must of forgot it
But if there were a topic I would jot it
But before the ending I would do a text pause to stop it
Just freestyleing without anything not even a topic
Here's a new one and I'll be the person to drop it
Next topic will be um I m not so sure yet
nothing about a crew recking the whole set
next topic:Trench Warfare
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Fuck all the digging and hiding, come out of the trenches.
All this warfare shit causes nothin but death with no faces.
Random cats is dying for all the wrong reasons.
One of my boys is out there n' I ain't seen him in 4 seasons.
Parents over here is cryin', but voted for the wrong man.
I ain't here to get political...I just saw his whole plan.
Fuck it dawg!! discussing this shit is just a waste of fuckin time.
There are other numerous topics to display ur ryhmes.
Next topic: Hell on earth...
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Hell on Earth, shit, the devil is my boy
He'll cut your fuckin arm off and make it a toy
Throwin fire everywhere man it's really hot
It's a long fall to hell, man, I'm gonna rot
You can hear the wicked laugh, it's only the beginnin
People better panic, there aint no1 survivin
N/T = Hoo Ryda
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hoo Ryda?
the rich or poor?, -who's da ryda
corrupt politicians corporate enterprise's
that control the world and kills because they biases
or the hopeless ryden but really whishn they was dien
and $ from crack sell control they mind
because a major importer supplies the keys they buying
what kind of fucked up twisted world am i in
while hip-hop controls yall mind
im like fuck the matrix im going underground like zion
yall living liers pissed at wrong nigga, hoo-ryda
its all good me and my hood smite the tru ryders
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Next topic
how would tru justice look
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How would tru justice look? man it'd look great
I wanna get even so bad and have them learn their fate
The courtroom is so scary if you're the bad guy
You'd wish that you didnt fucked up and instead get high
So HA! Muthafucka I got my justice on you
When you go to civil court, bitch YOU LOSE
N/T = Purgatory (the state after death, stuck inbetween heaven + hell. The place where you need to be purified 2 go 2 Heaven...)
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stuck between the two spots...not moving towards satan or jesus...
this entire paper is on Purgatory...dude you probably hating my thesis...
this the STATE after death...it dont look like we in KANSAS any more...
theres like seven levels to this shit man...im only on three gotta go thru many more...
any whore...
who thinks they able to handle this...come and fill my shoes...
come and fill my shoes...still you lose...hurt or murk...its kill i choose...
think you can still manage to stay sane...that gay slang...
have you end up on the chain gang...my brains pained...
will i be purified...become an angel...maybe a DyMoN...
that would be a cold day in hell...well lately im freezing...
n/t ;;;; your favorite cigarette...
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Marlboros just arent gonna be a winner for me
I need something smoother for my source of nicotine
That shiny green and white packet is ecstasy wrapped
I tried to quit once but I almost snapped
I'll be upset if the amount in my wallet comes up too short
When all I really need is a pack of NEWPORTS
next - backstabbers
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only reason the kids back stabbing...
cuz of there wak rapping...catch these faggots...
while they be cat napping...my raps lapping...
yours maybe you need a diet...cuz your rhymes seem tired...
shhhhhhhh...be quiet...dude are you fucking wired...
why you snitching on me...giving the feds the evidence...
have to hide the body...cuz the fact he's dead is evident...
im the head of the presidents...
leader of all nations...but still people stab me in the back...
i was given the names of the bastards...when deep throat had me in the 'lac...
n/t... describe a life on your block
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on mah block, cops get sh0t....nikkas creatin pl0ts t0 take0va tha blok/
u'll get p0pped 0va s0me reeb0ks...where u w0nt wanna be caught/
wit 0ut the hammer and tha banana by the cl0th 0f ya s0ck/
gangbangin...niggas get w0pped....even bitches slang r0ck/
next t0pic-the art 0f drug-dealin