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Ritter
12-23-2008, 02:58 PM
DOPE - Delivery on point everytime


Imagine this, I slit my wrists, and ressurrect
Like a touch of death, a fatal kiss and a snake's hiss
Take this, and blaze this if you got a lisp
My shit deep, like the abyss, the way this raises
The dead from the living, count your blessings
Like it's Thanksgiving, I don't make a living
I'm driven by the thought of smiling in the face of death
And waving it goodbye, a catcher in the rye
Who criticizes guys who tell lies, I'd rather die
Than speak something that isn't true
I'll catch you like a bad case of flu
Influenza, call it whatever you like
But give me that mic, and I can handle it
Give me the atomic bomb, I'll dismantle it
I burn and melt like a candlestick
My scripts lift high like the battle pin
What's the matter kid? I'm underaged?
I burn woods without the thunder aid
I'm the meaning of deranged
My range is a thousand pages
The ages passing like the rage of mages
When I use my magic, it's tragic
Strike like a dagger, massive like the hammer
Burst through the virtues like a bullet spammer
I drop grammar lessons with suggestions
Always strike me with caution
Failure is not an option, I'll make sure you suffer
If you're a bluffer, I'd call it like it had a number
My perfect deck never loses, I travel at magic paces
I turn faces when I show them my five aces

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-23-2008, 03:15 PM
DOPE - Delivery on point everytime


Imagine this, I slit my wrists, and ressurrect
Like a touch of death, a fatal kiss and a snake's hiss
Take this, and blaze this if you got a lisp
My shit deep, like the abyss, the way this raises
The dead from the living, count your blessings
Like it's Thanksgiving, I don't make a living
I'm driven by the thought of smiling in the face of death
And waving it goodbye, a catcher in the rye
Who criticizes guys who tell lies, I'd rather die
Than speak something that isn't true
I'll catch you like a bad case of flu
Influenza, call it whatever you like
But give me that mic, and I can handle it
Give me the atomic bomb, I'll dismantle it
I burn and melt like a candlestick
My scripts lift high like the battle pin
What's the matter kid? I'm underaged?
I burn woods without the thunder aid
I'm the meaning of deranged
My range is a thousand pages
The ages passing like the rage of mages
When I use my magic, it's tragic
Strike like a dagger, massive like the hammer
Burst through the virtues like a bullet spammer
I drop grammar lessons with suggestions
Always strike me with caution
Failure is not an option, I'll make sure you suffer
If you're a bluffer, I'd call it like it had a number
My perfect deck never loses, I travel at magic paces
I turn faces when I show them my five aces


damn so u on point man this was madddd vivid son ur imagery is spine chillin
damn shizzah u gotta be one of the best rookies on this site man

Ritter
12-23-2008, 03:20 PM
Thanks man, I'm just trying to swing the pendulum to a constant forward.
My first rhyme ever was about cans of spraypaint, and you can clearly see the evolution. And I wrote that just 5-6 months ago.

Peace

Prince Rai
12-23-2008, 05:12 PM
that was "DOPE" bro,

keep up the good work!

War and Peace
12-23-2008, 05:51 PM
yo thanks for the quick fix of that dopium g-

Guarded By Martyrs
12-23-2008, 06:39 PM
Burst through the virtues


...Oh Dear

Certainly was D.O.P.E.

Nice drop Chief.

THE MASON
12-23-2008, 08:35 PM
Killa bars all over the place

Shizzah you DOPE!

Salute to the Capt

Ritter
12-24-2008, 09:05 AM
Peace, peace S9 comrades.

Feel free to add on your verses if you like here.

DR. NICK RIVIERA
12-24-2008, 01:19 PM
weird-disasters is where dopeness happens
wera the host, the bastard master speakin' fashion
yall rap bitchez wanna take law in your hands
wut u gonna do? jerk a policeman ?
I'm sick, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes
spittin' spirits of cyanide ghouls at my mic foes
got more sweet bars than a mars factory
that chocolate ish, Willy Wonka is just a wannabe
man, it's easy to feel me, like a pulse
of hyperactive child runnin' wild without rules
fans of wack cat raps are abusing the term selective perception
I'm the Corp's Cappa, I speak with fashion



just to add lil' something. but just u wait for my xmas shit Shizz will post haha....me n Shizz holding it down peace prosperity pussy

Ritter
12-24-2008, 01:56 PM
That's right, big shit for '09. Peace weraziel.