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    Posted: 31 March 2008 at 2:13pm
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  • Lines = 16
  • All Verses Due In By Monday 7th April - PM Them To Me, Entitled 'Round x - Battle x'
  • Votes Will Commence As Soon As The Verses Are Up, In A Seperate Thread Which I Will Link To. Voting Will End On Monday 14th April, And The Two Emcees With The Most Votes Will Go Through.
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  • Topic = your a kid whose about to go into school and shoot

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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 08 April 2008 at 11:38am
Originally posted by Verse 1 Verse 1 wrote:



Let me paint the picture
tolerance ain't an option when mind's thoughts begin to disfigure
from acts of cruelty, till u got no option but to stand there n deliver
your message, nigga...the pain...how can else can u face it
when death crosses your mind n you doubt you'd ever make it
past grade nine, and that's why, i was sick n tired of all this shit
but i was never gonn give-in, planned on taking everything on the chin
which meant for the next muthafucka that called me a prick
i'd bring in a nine and plot murder on his life till i ended it
shit...i was meant for this, now i'm on the brink of dispensing clips
why? cuz i was singled out for discrimination even by hoes n tricks
and when the fateful day camee, i said 'they could've ended this befo it started'
a massarc with bodies departed, for oncd the bullet would soon tear them apart it
so with no hesitation i hid the pistol in my pants
and thought to myself, 'it was time for these bitches to dance'
as i moved into the lunchroom, my thoughts executed with proof everywhere
screaming, 'told u i couldn't bare' and like that lives were took...this just ain't fair

Originally posted by Verse 2 Verse 2 wrote:


A Kid About To Go To School And Shoot...

"Got up, loaded up" and sped off to destination
Whirling through traffic, fed off anticipation
Stop outside the school, figuring what should i use
"Flipping through" my weapons, what would i choose?
12-gauge shotgun, or the Tec-9 semi-automatic handgun
Maybe some CO2 bombs to make it problematic, and fun
Hold up, clothing needs to be redone and displayed
 Trench coat, check and some Armour, how bout grenades?
All works in the end depending on the perspective
Then "quickly pause" to go over all my objectives
I'm fully protected so i "press" to get out the car
Crossing to the school but i really didn't get far
As i look to my left i can clearly see with purely a jerk
My mom bursting through the door early from work
That's when i shut the Xbox 1080 down rather quick
And put away my GTA VI before mom can see i have it

Originally posted by Verse 3 Verse 3 wrote:


Awoken to cold sweats, perspiration on his pillowcase.
Time for school, his destination atop the hill awaits.
Chills and hate, course through this courrupted young mind.
Caught in a deam, all he wanted was to earn trust and bust rhymes.
But at lunchtime, he had a mission, a kid on a mob hit,
His life crashing and burning, as he's locked in the cockpit.
Hot clips, and weaponry, stashed in his backpack.
No schoolbooks, or coldlunch, back in his knapsack.
"Clack clack", his bag ruffled, as he stumbled,
Up the stairs to his humble school where his soul crumbled.
Troubled, and innocent, as he shuffles past little kids.
Grumbles at idiots, his brain is on vacation, subtle and illiterate.
Shudders a little bit, then comes to his senses,
Thinking of the hard time, and life-long sentence.
Consequences, of the act,he drops the bag and starts crying.
Because in his school of victims, he was the only one dying.

Originally posted by Verse 4 Verse 4 wrote:

*Sat alone in the playground before school*

Dear diary...

It's finally come, final diary entry that ill leave at last
Sick of these damn bully's, fuckin' father wouldn't believe my past!
Iv lost all my friends bar one since they all claim that i lied
They don't give a fuck im alive, an' they'd feel the same if i died
It's a shame an i cried at mental images drawn of my plan
Im gun' approach slowly, an' get revenge with a sawn in my hand
Every time i close my eye's all i hear is the word revenge
It's scary, everytime i try to block it out the same shit's heard again
Can i really do this, can i punish others for the pain i feel?
No-one believes that im hurting, they should listen ill explain it's real
I need to fight these thoughts and battle demons from hell
I know this is wrong, jus tryna convince myself i believe it as well
Who am i to play to god,  can't even pretend that it's fair?
Jus' look at my possible victims, im beginning to tremble an' scare!
My only friends over there, sweats rollin' down my scalp
Making a huge mistake, im dropin' the bag that i hold around, im out

End of entry...

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