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Confirmed, I'll have a selection by wednesday
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Cool, thanks.
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Are we all signed into the league at present?
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wut iz thiz? u gai's r kwazee
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I'm not @Brian Bryan
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LOL you should read what Pinot Grij did with your verse this week haha!
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I did, shit was hilarious. Excellent battle, not surprisingly considering the source of inspiration
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I got a new OM up if any of you wanna check it out.
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O Brother
so similar. i saw myself inside of your face even the features that you tried to forsake everything i love about you heartache. mine to embrace, another memory to drown away & try to erase. we never took the time to relate - you were speechless, i was lost for words, lying awake playing games, drawing segments of a line to a blank i never let you see me cry or silently pray that one day we might communicate. connecting the bridge run, argue, fight, or people-watch like regular kids what i've come to realize and since accepted is this - we'll never know each other. brothers, destined to live in different planes of reality, or sanity.. shit you've redefined my view of what a family is. i held your arms, piercing screams, each spasm & twitch reminded me that i'll do anything to have you exist. they'll label you wrong. call you deviant, a savage amidst a hoard of human animals recanting a script prescriptions for those sedatives to make you relax doctors kept you tied, speeding trains ablaze on the tracks you sat patiently. a simple, silent face in a mask your empty gaze, a porcelain vase. surface waiting to crack hating the facts, hoping for more, wishing for evidence shared moments never captured in a picture development alas, self-deception doesn't make it alive, you're disabled. i'm a monster, full of hatred and pride wrestling with ancient demons, aimed to collide all anger aside -- ashamed to feel so shameful inside. so i'll hide. though i love you more than words can describe, we're strangers. sharing faces, bedrooms, parents, and eyes. your blank stare, it haunted me. that fragile visage frozen only with a kodak, photographic mirage. Papa said you always understood, But never had the ability to speak. He said you'd talk forever if you could, instead of staring back until this life repeats. |
dope shit, Black
oats i got you on feedback tomorrow the braggadocio joint, right? i read it earlier but couldn't type up the reply i wanted from outside my own office |
that's one of my favorite verses of yours, Black.
@Lars thanks, appreciate it. |
oats? uk head from RB?...
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lmao i don't think he from the UK bruh
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From RB, not from the uk though lol. A couple generations off.
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I think I'm the guy from the UK he's speaking of.
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Or maybe he remembers me for one of my early punch lines in the FL:
After I'm done voters'll ask "U K?" Like they questioned Europe |
Terrible/brilliant
link me to that piece of yours talked about on page four i can't find it now, need the name... |
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