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The Idea Of This Thread Is 2 See How Cre@T!Ve Everyone Is Lyrically. Although Your Scripting A Story Try To Create As Much Imagery Without Going Over 3 LINES. Here I'll Start It OFF..

I Met This Chick Uptown Who Had Dark Brown Hair Though She Was Lite Skinned.. A Nice Smile & A Nice Chin/ Despite This, I Was Told She's A Bitch.. So I Approached Her Cautious Slowly Pacing With A Slight Grin/ We Was At A Bus Stop, She Was Propped Up In The Bench At A Quarter Pass Noon The Next Bus Wasn't Soon Till After 1 O 'Clock/ I Was Feeling Confident So..

I did what the confident do.. Aint you maria from school? A quick set up ta fool gave me the look like da fuck are you?/ Time to reply quick..let me pop out this twix.. im sorry but i was mistakin you with../There goes the bitch..expected but diffusin wits quick..i drop a line like....

wait I thot u were my mans girl- told me u ruind his world/heart breaker made his friend ur new object/
and obsessed my boy is actin crazy- he's upset.
Feels like u betrayed him wit his bredren his best friend. Now u got him saying he hate black women.

by now shes sittin back thinkin.. "are you one of those crack children?"
tellin er "nah", its a pick up line gone wrong im a mack n villain
i just like to relax n listen to a track chillen with some jack spillin, your ass still in?

them jeans girl? what a wack feelin', I feel like I crap'd dealin', bad dice, bad hand chillin'
we cypher bad feelin's, release past inhibitions, she grabs the pipe and strokes with fast precision
but all them facts missin', I awake to a bad feelin', no chain, no wallet, where the fuck is that villian













ahhhh I soooooo want to continue this myself but....nevermind = )

Meanwhile I'm At The Pad Sickened Or Rather Rash, Bout 2 Grab A Trash Bag & A Bat. Boy Do I Feel Sad 4 That Victim/ "Oh, The Second Thought" I Rummaged Through My Drawer Instead 4 My Blade N Wad Of Lincoln's. "She Musta Got 2 The Stash, She Copped Everything She Passed" Which Included The Green N My Ticket 2 Suriname. "I'm A Kill This Bitch", I Was Mad..

Too bad the broad is livin' up two blocks past the scrimmage
the fact I pack sacks of crack and split em to the wack cats that pivot
let me backtrack a minute, scrimmage, pivot, damn man thats some sick shit
I grab the blade, the last of the cash I sit with and kick back to the limit
she gets tackled my a woman a man and a midget, I wake to a blunt and a can of guiness

Sippin i rid of the last witness.. she livin.. ? not after she waxed midgets/ she axed in it.. her intestines he lived in it.. playing peekaboo like birthed children..no got to get back she been spending...all that cash in a sqeezed lemon? not a big loss right i did hit it...when i feel my hip beepin

crawlin for that cheese and now ya mans turgid
rigger mortise set in and the whole crowds attention
i locked on to you people judging left their opinions

With their opinions Formulating theories for murder schemes/
Faces Awestruck, Confused, Akin to Deers in highbeams//
Lookin at ya man, Thinkin his Death is just a dream/
until I see this, Man in all Black, Eye gave off a gleam//

i took a breath and died off the steam
cried worth a stream then he flies off in theme
to remind of the time he slides off a fiend