OLD monumental and fatalx collab

[FatalX]

this is something me and MONUMENTAL wrote like a year ago I found in my messages and I dont remember if anyone had a chance to read it....this is really a rough draft before we went back and edit'd anything but both of us came pretty solid for a collabo.....I dont think monumental would be upset about me posting this or if you already did but I think some people would really enjoy this...

Monumental verse 1-a
Barrel to barrel that's metal to metal, killa to killa,
I see the safety switchin off and the danger becoming clearer,
Got one chambered just waiting to drop the hammer and brain ya,
But just one twitch from ya finger and we'll both go with the angles,
From this one angle I'm peepin a drop of sweat on your brow,
And I would act on that vision except I'm sweatin too now,
So now we know that we're nervous because our death is the service,
That we're about to employ if we can muster the courage to burn it,

Fatal X verse 1-b

I watch the tension take its toll,as it paints itself a masterpiece//
we don't see eye to eye and yet we both face catastrophe//
oh how it atrophies,....this is the moment of truth//
as death makes his presence felt,the only soul in the room//
it was bold when it Q'd,now its damn near prophetic//
Monumental-Fatal X,pistols drawn shit is epic//
catch me pressing for the leverage,at any wince of weakness//
see we might be both sweating,but whose steady hand is speaking//

Monumental verse
Head up with Fatal pistol drawn I'm kinda tense behind the navel,
Aimin and prayin that when I spray it I do more than graze him,
Do more than phase him or else I'll be deceased, knee deep in shit,
Makin a switch to demon mode I think I've had anough of this,
Blast blast I'm firin fast takin aim for his mothafuckin dome,
No idea if I just hit him cause I felt my chest implode,
I've fallen from bullet damage tearing into my very soul,
Where is the bullet in my heart or my lung I don't fuckin know,
Poppin the fourty like pimples hopin a slug finds his temple,
From on my back like I'm a whore doin business I'm slingin missiles,
Till my ear detects a clickin depletion of ammunition,
I'm poppin another clip in still firing in his direction,
To no fruition I'm thinkin that noone is leavin livin,
I'm chokin on blood from something a bullet just finished rippin,
The flashin is over from packed in powder and burnin lead,
The smell of death is so heavy as my eyes roll back in my head,
On my last breath to my killer I sputter and mutter fuck you,
Knowin that if he don't die he'll remember he fucked with Monu.




Fatal X verse 2
My finger NUDGES at the TRIGGER,every URGE is that of HATRED//
with a STEADY HAND my BIRTHRIGHT PANS and SERVES IN PERFECT GREATNESS//
I have LEARNED the VIRTUE PATIENCE,I was BORN...for the WARSHIT//
thats why I KISSED MY GUN and SAID A PRAYER before we FORGED THIS//
....................mortal aggression.................................morbid obsession,//
where TERROR REIGNS and BULLETS SLAY," a portrait ...of the restless"//
I was FORCED to...be DECEPTIVE,now my bullets whistle as' they hum by//
and I know you saw me smirk, when the CONDITIONS...where JUST RIGHT//
to AFFLICT YOU .......with ONE LIVE,....."Round of ammunition"//
so I turned around and walked,thats when I found that I was hit with//
a pistols EMISSIONS,the PROJECTILE went UNNOTICED//
It was said like MERCUTIO "just a scratch", FEELING HOPELESS//
thats when started LOSING FOCUS,and BULLETS RAINED with a VENGEANCE//
I FELT ONE HIT my BACK,my LEGS went NUMB and I was FINISHED//
I COLLAPSE the GROUND is RIGID- the NIGHTMARE of BEING CRIPPLED//
so i RAISED the PISTOL to my TEMPLE,and SCREAMED "NOT by MONUMENTAL!!!!"//