MC....vs...i. -topical-

[.i.]

-Topical- 300 posts.

Topics'...
1. whispers....can u hear it
2.whats the issue with colour
3. faces in the dirt trail

Due sunday. Midnight..



g/l

[Mc SuFFeR]

whispers...can u hear it
chekin drop by tomoro middy

[.i.]

Whats the issue with color is my topic...i might have it by tommorrow.....




g/l



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[Mc SuFFeR]

Night after night crawling the streets for answers
Lookin in my mind for clues yo why did it happen,
Gun shots ringin out the ears of the neighborhood
understand that the whispers need to be understood,
walkin the curbed corners feelin the soulz thoughts-
all I get in my mind is chalk stains ‘n’ gun shots,
‘n’ kids screemin with no good reason their pops-
On the ground heavin tryin ta stop the bleedin,
His heart stops – the whispers of his soul rise-
Mouth open lights flailin, towards the skyez,
Could it be scytz - or am I just trippin-
Hearin voices lookin at the page but no words written,
Whispers in my head of rappers like a automatic pen spitin,
Like a dope bomb in my brain jus wait till it stops tickin,
Feel the street as you pass through your final stages-
Your whispers are detained like doves locked in ruthless cages,
You take your final breath and your brain counts the pages-
Of wise words scriptured as you fell through the endless ages,
Sometimes if you listen softly voices appear through the mist-
Recalection of dope times, times that you might have missed,
Souls are around us all just alive in the one that spits-
Spittin dope bars –wait- ..whispers……. can you here it….

Suff3r

[.i.]

Faces in the Dirt Trail..…


Alone, drifting with the wind, a silent spirit in the loose night,
Feeling parts of my comrades, resting on rocks open minded to dim lights,
Sick roses, from a sick fight, dreadful sight embracing freedom with stained hands,
Covered with airborne, swallowing pieces of history like quicksand, faults of one man,

…..George bush….shh!!! Thinking absent as weapons don’t exist in the dessert caves,
Bullets rapture sons from either way, leaving bodies stopped’ before signs’ litter the day,
Farewells’ never, entered his mother pray,’ as grains soften the floor in which the glass stood,*
Nothing prepared his ability, “poverty, ghetto, nor hood,” eyes never fore saw a nail in wood,’

Naw, but now, as dirt gleams from fallen angels, with broken wings,
Unprepared for the loss, like blood from under the swelling bosom of the female with the ring,
Torn from emotion, never really hearing the crying sound of the deathly thing,
..unseen in the shadow of death, feeling helpless mom’ like the actors death, an her eyes on the screen,

Useless, like cold irons and wrinkled seems, it seems Bush just smirks with joy, satisfied,
Dirt falls from his shoulders, as it tides a bed for another, covered in oil unsatisfied,
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And the trail goes on, with soldiers that slumber on the dirt, with stained cloths an eaten stomachs,
Question, isn’t it illegal to kill? So why is bush killing kids? ….his answer still no comment?


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[Mc SuFFeR]

nice drop yo uppin (1)

[Mc SuFFeR]

c'mon yall dont sleep on this shit uppin (2) for votes

[Creepz]

both of u came strong in this...i dont yet have enough posts to vote, but stil u both cum dope in this...i liked the personification used in both and the structure was nice also....but i feel that I came with better verse...much more imaginative n a lot of emotion....a really nice peice

[Mc SuFFeR]

ppl wit 300 posts yo lets get sum votes uppin (3)

[.i.]

Votes please/.....

[.i.]

UUppiin #1.....

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Uuppiinn........

[.i.]

UUppin this.....#2

[Axe.]

umm...i...

yout at you 4th up

im tryin to save you a lost cause your bout to over up...you got 1 more left

{sorry to freepost}

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UUppin #2...