My RPTT Finals verse against Hypnotik/H.Notik
Mag...
First to the topic, wondering how I'l drop it
drop logic and knowledge.. you know I won't stop it
The name of this game.. is blood coloured rain
Insane yet again.. this topic's not plain
it's psychologically deep, and hypnotik won't sleep
Know he brought shit elite, though I've not yet chance peeped
his sheet, his script, so flipped, so ill on the tip
The ink in my veins better be ready to drip
to flow like mad, this trip ain't by over by half
so slow to be had, my lips are pursing to flap
and spit and relate and blood sprays on this joint
Oh shit! Can't be late! better get to the point!
LilMagMobsta187
Nickle PLaTes Click!~~and the SicKle sLays KiDs!
I'm SicK to Flay hITs~~WHen Da DJ's plaTeS Spin
sPin Rims~RocK tImBs~GLoCk bItcheZ in 4 LiMbZ *gunshots firing*
SiNg HyMNs oR pRaY to JeSuz to FoRgiVe aLL Yo` sINZZ!
One~8~Seven dEaDLy~~RoUNd da WoRLd tHeY DrEdD mE
JuDge, JuRy N' eXeCuTionaH is~ HoW tHey CreD mE
RaW like rEd MeAt! I'M MuLtI tO InTerNal SicK
InFeRnal tRicKs n' SucKed DicKz LiKe InTeRnz iN PoLiTiKs
PoRNo FLiks~ dOn't ShOOt BitcHeZ in Da FaCe LiKe I dO
YOuR a DisGRacE tO mY GroOVe, HoLd yA BReaTH tiLL I LoSe
AnD tiLL DeAtH Will I pROvE tO be CLoSe to yuRR plaNz!
ThE SpEctRE's ShaDOw~Don'T STanD a GhOsT of A cHaNCe
All hanDz on Deck As diSs FloW GeTz a LittLe Harder
All tHat Notik caN Do to kEEp hIS HeaD AbOve WaTER...
NoW Who's The MarTyr?! Az CrImsOn FlooDz CraSH!
CLenZ Da wOrLd In 4o DaYz~~BLooD RainZ doWn wiT dA AsH...
Mag...
What the fuck was that?! That was half assed
Hold my verse at half mast, cuz I'm surely outclassed
notik's gonna laugh his work is already completed
When Topic Gangsta's competed and left depleted
Backspace and deleted I should scrap this effort now
Well... maybe I'll leave it.. try another endeavour now
MagNotik
It's tasteless and faceless to rate this doom
I'm fateless to hate this and I pace this room
back and forth, forth and back again
future's blackened when
the apocalypse drips down the window pane
feel the pain, howling voices as the wind goes insane
haunting me and flinging scarlet paint on this
house which fits, in God's blacklist
He must want me dead for the things I've done
the decisions which lead me to the leacherous one
trechearous fun and now only regret and sorrow
can't reflect to borrow an umbrella til the morrow
a shield from the insipid and insidious joke
so hideous note as he drips it like the wittiest spoke
scripture it leaks from holy fixture
'I Can't see the Picture!'
'I Can't see the Picture!', I scream at the sky
try to dream why, he would speak in my mind
weakly I find
the strength to go out and face the torrent of red
Wonder why people around me can't see what's being bled?
What's that? What's being said?
Lord, Kill them all and I'm free?
All I see with these eyes that glisten with glee?
thank you
I'll help you cover this earth with this blood coloured curse
Then I sharpened my knives and got right to work!
Mag...
Kinda funny really.. Kinda gave me willies...
That's ok, forget it... it's just a verse you silly
twit, now just gotta hope it's close to the legit..
close to notik's writ, something lyrically comparable
But what if it's not? Maybe I better write another parable
Mag...'nificent
I cried into her eyes, such a prize of sighs
droplet size so wide and I tried to hide
the hurt inside as I hold her still frame
She still came without pride or ill fame
twirling and undulating, a dancer to the motion
purely an indundating love like water to the ocean
waves... and no matter what I say she's left me
brave to brush aside her strands of hair so deftly
and calmly, I shouldn't have lifted her so strongly
measured distance wrongly, how could God wrong me
for being naive? Well now I bereave, now I believe...
been siezed by the answer to my low situation
I take a dagger and plunge it to hearts infatuation
love's abrasion as tear drops gather crimson makeup
fear stops before she can wake up and break up
at my lifeless pose, ironic that she the dagger chose
to follow life's ebb flows to the bitter curtain close
the swell of ovation slows and we stand, not truly yet
appreciating elation of a perfect Romeo and Juliet
Mag...
That's it! Yup, that's my take...
not amazing, but not a fake
I leave it to my opponent who
skills precede what he can do
please be gentle with your talent
and only write to beat the balance
don't challenge to embarass me
because I've left it bare you see
it's poetry... it's poetry
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