The Story Cypher [skilled pros only]

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  1. ProjectEnglish

    ProjectEnglish free beer tomorow

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    IF YOU CANT FOLLOW DIRECTIONS DONTPOST
    keep the stroy intresting.
    4-lines each

    ill start it

    born june, thru a street whore womb/
    he walks on torn shoes, from his mouth hate grew/
    Joined a gang called the A-crew, he gonna make loot/
    this is where his fame grew... listen to the story, its the plain truth....
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  2. Ignorant

    Ignorant Village Idiot

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    "listen to the story... it's the plain truth..."

    ...he's not an insane youth, just a little confused
    and the neighborhood bully? he left brittle and bruised
    if you belittle his crew, then prepare to meet death
    he's tyrone wit the chrome, the #1 street vet
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  3. iceheart

    iceheart The Frozen Poet

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    taught by the streets how to make ends meet
    this nig thinks sin is a beat and always packs heat
    and a vest on his chest cuz even tho he's the best
    he just aint blessed nuff to pass the bullet's test
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  4. Etebom

    Etebom New Member

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    So it pulls his vest, till his breasts is exposed and shattered
    blood explodes it's splattered all over the roads,it mattered
    he's a sacrifice to the gods, who loathed his notes and chatter
    so they're eating his corspe like hungry toads on batter
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  5. Etebom

    Etebom New Member

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    now he's soaking gross in lather, his soul's supposed to gather
    DNA information, but chose to spit prose like Mathers, had adders
    not ripped open his vessels and slaughtered the dude?
    he would've still had a life, but his wife was so rude
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  6. Etebom

    Etebom New Member

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    sent him to the desert to die a hot death,so sly she bought meth
    put a charm in it to rot breath, to see how bad this jock could clot yet
    Like N.O leaving holes in his brain,his soul's in disdain
    his wife puts it on to mock him- his slit bowels on a chain!
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  7. ThePussyMonster

    ThePussyMonster no 1 does it better

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    some say thats what he gets 4 puttin trust in a dame,
    especially 1 with so much glutiny and bane,
    now his broken and lost spirit walks a plane,
    where he has 2 witness over and over himself being slain,
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  8. KronikMage

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    And he wishes these images would change^
    But they remain for they were his receipt for grief when his life exchanged
    And these days his wife's estranged, She lay's up in drug dens with thugs N gays
    Put's a stem to her lip's, cup's N hit's then is dazed
    These horrible things continue to haunt his vision portrayed thru the gates
    He want's another fate, but hate had taken control
    He couldn't move past the way she made his heart break and fold....
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  9. ProjectEnglish

    ProjectEnglish free beer tomorow

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    nice job guys
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  10. KronikMage

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    God then sends him back down to his body to remake the mold
    He takes a cold...breath then death loses control of his soul
    He regains consciousness in an arid and hostile waste
    Prepared for anything, he looks left N right and sees walkin in sand for days
    The plan is made to begin stammering down the hills and cascades
    Till he starts to see a mirage with plenty water and a shimmering babe
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  11. TonyRome313

    TonyRome313 ROMEssiah

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    But the image it fades, just as quick as it came
    As the kid is enflamed, pained and livid wit rage
    He envisions a sane, plane for livin' his days
    But his vision is strained, Strays to his ignorant ways
    Hits a river and takes, it to a crib on the lake
    Where the kid is amazed, by it's infinite grace
    Just an inch from his gaze, sat an influent Ray
    Who told him of his sin, as he sits in dismay
    with an intimate bass, as his instrument
    Did the indigent lay, all his wisdom in vane?
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  12. KronikMage

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    It's towards the end of the day
    He's sittin dismayed, vision if slain
    Lay's down on the ground, gripped in a pain
    Mist comes, then rain, he swallows the water
    Pain relieves and he hears thunder claps, then laughter
    God speaks, lightning strikes the sand
    He takes the fetal position and shits in his pants
    The wind swirls, he then earls and feels sickening
    Get's up and realizes it was all a dream, he'd passed out missing things
    Now his feet sting and their blistering and he hasn't gone anywhere
    Because he wasted a day laying stiff N deceased
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