Kritikal try-outs

it used to be psykoasis but decided to change the name hit me up wit a try-out or a link and i look at ya shit

my flows are critical//
i crush emcees with each sylible//
you cant see me in rhymes cuz im so damn invisable//
every one dies a virgin cuz life fucks everyone and everynight//
my poetic themes is deeper then barry white//::Ya heard me right::

aight you straight i work wit room for improvement but i work wit ya put kritikal in ya sig

Resistance was futile, panic assimilated the plane,
Pessimism rose when a blade crossed the throat,
Of the crew, the new pilot lost his staff and coach,
Terrorist and passengers, fear engulfed them both,
Fear thins the air like smoke, watching children choke,
On their own cries, almost blind with the tears in their eyes,
Time slows as if the battery in the clocks dying,
Parents lying to keep their children from crying,
In hope that the silence will help kill the violence,
But the four men, two with a knife the other two with a pen,
Kept telling us to look out the windows again and again,
But no one did, till something shook the plane,
Some in disbelief had to twice look again,
But they couldn’t see the other inbound Brooklyn plane,
Two men disappeared to the cockpit,
One leaving a knife, in the shakes he must have dropped it,
I bent over and grasped the knife,
Only to find a pen being held to my neck,
And thrown orders to raise from the deck,
I was one of their people but out of disrespect,
He took the pen to my back and half slit my neck,
For not perusing my faith and family in this savage act,
For my face love for Allah, but I didn’t have his back,
He took the cloth from his face, wiped the wound,
I don’t know what possessed me, I was consumed,
I took the knife and stabbed him,
Like he stabbed the cabin captain,
I was being strangled by anger,
Not the anger of being in danger from a stranger,
But as if I was stabbed by the child who I once cradled in his manger,
What went wrong with Muslims why we here?,
Why do we think the route to paradise is through western fear,
Why do some interoperate it so so wrong,
Killing for Allah is no less ignorant then those who think we wear sarongs,
But the connection was deeper than to who we give our prayers,
The blood moving down my arm pulling on hairs,
My own blood on my face, but cut nowhere,
He digressed from evil to being o, so scared,
Wondering how the woman who put him there,
Would be the one to leave him with a vacant stare…
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BUT ME AND MY HOMMIE DEF BY MOUF STILL COOL

you want in you in put it in ya sig

what

dawg you spelled my name wrong..its ReNaGaDe not ReNeGaDE...but its all cool

dawg you spelled my name wrong..its ReNaGaDe not ReNeGaDE...but its all cool

iight

ight homies im out 4 da night.....rap ya lata:P

my bad i fix it yall dont free post till we get our own forum

yo voetsek posted up in our forum sayin he wanted to crew battle whats up

we aint got enough peeps but wunce we stack that shit is set

yo am so dope u gotta let me i mane
am so great//1
i bring hate//2
ure pain //3
is my gain//4
i eat u up//5
so shut up//6
ama kill u//7
ure a poo//8
please die //9
u fat pie//10
yo that shit was ill ... u know am so dope homes

right let me see somethin real first