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![]() ![]() Season 8 Verses are due FRIDAY at 11:59 Voting ends SUNDAY at 11:59 Verses may not exceed 48 lines or 650 words Voting on 3 battles is required. Topic: http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=126253 @Mr. J vs @symetrik Goodluck! Last edited by Inno; 12-04-2017 at 07:16 PM. |
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Can you picture the crowd & their approval
Imagine the joy & how much it will move you. What would you do to keep it? What is the symbol you are leaving? Picture the treatment, the sweetness How you would flip to repeat it. Jesus... The nights are wonderful, day's inconvenience The high is beautiful you better believe it. The gestures the same as yesterday. There is no other tune left to play... When it's time to chime in...you will. Now you are diving right in to thrill. Who will appreciate it at the end of the day Who will you guide back whenever they stray. What lingers in your mind...who knows? Get planted in the concrete & you rose Smoke two packs and look to the future Change what you can wherever the put ya. It's all a matter of dealing with praise. Gucci Mane La Flare make 5 million a day ![]()
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![]() ![]() I gazed into the goddess as she opened up her prattle mouth. when shot from how it stood upon the silhouettes, with antler's out. dancer snout, raised into the skies of loud... raining bombs and cattle clouds, bathed in hottish dairy blood that launched from "Witness Battle!" cows. fairly dud, shoving bits of fur and cud into its grasping hurried lungs detonate!... or close enough to wrap the world in blurry mud, halve the herd in wormy guts, and laugh into the urn to quickly learn that death, today, ain't turning up. the hum and brace for falling graves was surely done. "honest news by honest man", yet edit out to understand. waking up, I set the sun. crop the ash from planes and plants, left with only magma fonts, and sorta sanguine shaking hands. pale, pasty tongue depressed, faux a London summer tan. gutter rat's been picking at the slowing down of moral code gums and teeth, a symphony of gnashing through my neural nodes, and forces out its pinkie snout from lower throat to throttle choke, I hope to God the popping caps are homeless storing bottled smoke. ... I've finally got the time, to load and lock and soak the walls with inner most. |
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