49.visual. vs. 50.spitswell

Discussion in 'The Rapmusic Storytelling/Topical League' started by Omen, Oct 12, 2003.

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  1. Omen

    Omen O Luh Da Kids

    Jun 16, 2001
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  2. SpitsWell

    SpitsWell ...is godly

    Sep 18, 2003
  3. SpitsWell

    SpitsWell ...is godly

    Sep 18, 2003

    You Receive a phone call that tells you there will be murder. Where does this murder take place, what do you do, and do you try to stop it? Who's getting murdered?

    grabbed a glass from the unit, as soon as i sat down, 'ring', i knew it...
    the phone, can i ever getta rest?, finished the glass then threw it...
    i shout, "whos it?", a voice anwsered back "somethings gonna happen"
    "yo mav is this you?" i was askin, "nah it aint" the voice said laughing...
    so i started scratchin my head, tryin to figure out who the voice was
    the voice coughed then splutered then i heard my girls voice mutter
    "please come quick theres gonna be a murder"," move! before i cut her"
    "where are you?"," im under the bridge", suddenly it all went dead...
    this shits bent my head, is this a joke between my girl and a friend?...
    this cant be the girl im gonna wed, i grabbed my coat and ran round
    like i was tryin to catch rain drops before they even made a sound...
    with long strides i galloped the ground, got to the bridge n there she was
    throat cut, my tears jus dropped, couldnt breathe, oh no please god...
    couldnt move, my knees just locked ,looked for help n saw these three cops...
    "help"....."freeze you cock"!!!, "but...."face the floor, spread your hands"
    "it wasnt me...this man", they approached guns facin me like damm...
    im askin god, whats your plans?,cops picked me up and put me in the car
    i see them searchin from afar, i lean back speachless n stare at the stars
    it wasnt me, i shake at the bars....."we've found a weapon, shardes of glass"
    "yeah over there by the pass", "covered n blood we'll get prints that'll match"
    "thats bullshit its trash", son your comin with us, we need to know it all...
    "why'd u do it","why we've found your medication over there by the wall"
    "why you phoned us makin crank calls", suddenly i snapped into a zone
    it all came back, thats not my girl or my house where i picked up the phone
    im seperated i live alone, the doctor said this would happen if i quit the pills
    he said this kid could kill, he said im 2 different people my real name was bill
    i felt pain and chills, i remember now i wanted her to have my daughter
    to be with her at the alter, i could have done to if i wasnt her stalker

    ....kinda rushed this week but there it is
  4. Nebz

    Nebz R.I.P. Point Game

    Nov 21, 2002
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