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The Section Watches, Episode #1
Welcome to this district's first meeting, a series of sessions
our city streets are sick and we need the medicine there are doctors indeed present, but their means go beyond what we can accept as decent methods we are the police presence, but at this point we are faced with hard choices our city is besieged by a new terrorist breed, instead of threats of greed they request the reigns of regime a rain of screams followed by a reign of uncaring kings they are more than prepared for our best fleets often our best bet is retreat but from these defeats rise men in masks with passion and steel, through battles and newsreels they are revealed to be merely mortals in costumes this brings me to the dossiers in front of you your task is to review the evidence and give a report to your fellow officers, I expect this in the morning..... MARKED INADMISSIBLE EVIDENCE AT TRIAL. TAPED INTERVIEW SUBJECT: BONES There is little difference between justice and revenge, Dead weight primal end tapesaved by enemies only to be gunned down by friends where's the fairness? life is a hair trigger against a schizophrenic off his med list there's no question what I do is illegal and sadistic, but I measure my sins against what was done my wife and kids one life to live, gun, knife or spit seen through my mask's slits, my eyes show a soul pushed to it's limits I am a stone molded by Pharaoh's apprentices, shown a scarecrow as my image, I wrote my own ticket as a royal physician between twisting scrolls and idiot's visions, I put terror into local hoodlums and their ignorant minions anti-hero or admirable villain? I prefer to not make the decision, as you know, the jury's decision is still pending.... just got bushed by someone who think he's a god, just a man with powers/ masked on, Sheep Lord back on while prostitutes solicit me as I stroll down the block waiting to clock/ police band raided five blocks before they get delayed get cha game face on Nixon, Carters, Regans and Bushes ain't got this, they're just devilish dead fish floundering politician corrupted vision fiscal situations get vigilantes up in ruckus with this mask law on top of us/ stand up stand tall fixed rolling through alley ways got a hunch hit S-9's underground place/ they already fled switch back cross rooftops grappling gun boom never stops get the drop on bad guys in the night hour, midnight scour pure power rage fit quit cha tough talk break limbs in shimmy shanks/ closed quarter combat lummox gets done back down to fried beans now hide means those don't know my face without my mask on/ bask in glory hated to see this story the fiend I was after got his means by stuffing his face full of kerosene sometimes sick twisted bastards deserve torture/ not soft on crime no more after than kiddy porn addictive rapist tactical radical off the hook back to move this rook into position/ gotten my name from the streets I claimed cleaning with fists so easily replayed my life though videos and audio tapes rehearse what I just did/ hit the beaper it's cheaper than a call to my celly now i'm a tell all you bad guys GET IN MY BELLY of JUSTICE/ hated the way the news portrayed Sheep Lord saying I was a lunatic proven quick this is the season of the vick speak your mind/ I might be a vigilante ripping mouths off those pieces now your gon have to act funnier than any comedian/ Born into this wonderful nightmare, number 1 rule no one fights fair, with a slight stare incite fear, I see through their dark hearts, conniving schemes, plots, and brash thoughts, overcomed by visions of the sinister ripped apart, brings a smile to my face that once was lost, as faith and hope is now defined by cost, I soak up the feelings & pain of millions, pull over the mask and its the rorsach villian, im a chameleon that walks undetected through the public, administering beat downs, the haymakers crown, who wants it? birds sing as stars revolve around heads of my many victims, devils capturing cream preying on our dreams In this system, class rape by way of special interests, monopolize hate WAR addiction condition, globally we've succumbed to this big business!, bear witness!! i'm so sick of this sickness, inflict hits quick hope your not on my shitlist, left listless from my punishing physics, Commitment! to leave you littered with stitches, enrichment of your soul by way of my swift fists, resist this and be sprawled out like bitches, just listen... Im the Prosecutor, Judge and Jury! There's no parole just pain and purgatory! kidnappers, pedophiles, rapist and murderers you better worry, hurry up scurry about! I'm truley devout, Pain is what i'm balancing out, blunt trauma blood splatter Dexter can't figure it out!, The agony felt is so severe, you can't treat it with needles alcohol or pills, Pain so agonizing you can feel & hear it, Barrage of fists so bad it bruises spirit's! the Sections watchin, temple tower clocksmen trackin movements formin pure undiluted, fumin disillusioned populace, defended by unknown risks compact disks calculated the procedures, the merger of corparate and governemnt, democrat, republican businessmen and servant, unified dictatorship undetected radar blip, seance with a say on shit slayed from beyond a sea bound crypt stowaway on a sea bound ship, sabotage, evac to a helicopter lift, dynamite sticks rock the core of politics, chaos ensued splits pitfalls of society translated through glyphs locked grips, the Section remains in the mist |
no doubt this is dope
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[/COLOR]Dead weight primal end tape
just got bushed by someone who think he's a god, just a man with powers/ masked on, Sheep Lord back on while prostitutes solicit me as I stroll down the block waiting to clock/ police band raided five blocks before they get delayed get cha game face on Nixon, Carters, Regans and Bushes ain't got this, they're just devilish dead fish floundering politician corrupted vision fiscal situations get vigilantes up in ruckus with this mask law on top of us/ stand up stand tall fixed rolling through alley ways got a hunch hit S-9's underground place/ they already fled switch back cross rooftops grappling gun boom never stops get the drop on bad guys in the night hour, midnight scour pure power rage fit quit cha tough talk break limbs in shimmy shanks/ closed quarter combat lummox gets done back down to fried beans now hide means those don't know my face without my mask on/ bask in glory hated to see this story the fiend I was after got his means by stuffing his face full of kerosene sometimes sick twisted bastards deserve torture/ not soft on crime no more after than kiddy porn addictive rapist tactical radical off the hook back to move this rook into position/ gotten my name from the streets I claimed cleaning with fists so easily replayed my life though videos and audio tapes rehearse what I just did/ hit the beaper it's cheaper than a call to my celly now i'm a tell all you bad guys GET IN MY BELLY of JUSTICE/ hated the way the news portrayed Sheep Lord saying I was a lunatic proven quick this is the season of the vick speak your mind/ I might be a vigilante ripping mouths off those pieces now your gon have to act funnier than any comedian/ CHECK OUT SHEEP WITH THE INKBLOT FLOW. NICE. Born into this wonderful nightmare, number 1 rule no one fights fair, with a slight stare incite fear, I see through their dark hearts, conniving schemes, plots, and brash thoughts, overcomed by visions of the sinister ripped apart, brings a smile to my face that once was lost, as faith and hope is now defined by cost, I soak up the feelings & pain of millions, pull over the mask and its the rorsach villian, im a chameleon that walks undetected through the public, administering beat downs, the haymakers crown, who wants it? birds sing as stars revolve around heads of my many victims, devils [COLOR=pink]capturing cream [/COLOR]preying on our dreams In this system, class rape by way of special interests, monopolize hate WAR addiction condition, globally we've succumbed to this big business!, bear witness!! i'm so sick of this sickness, inflict hits quick hope your not on my shitlist, left listless from my punishing physics, Commitment! to leave you littered with stitches, enrichment of your soul by way of my swift fists, resist this and be sprawled out like bitches, just listen... Im the Prosecutor, Judge and Jury! There's no parole just pain and purgatory! kidnappers, pedophiles, rapist and murderers you better worry,hurry up scurry about! I'm truley devout, Pain is what i'm balancing out, blunt trauma blood splatter Dexter can't figure it out!, The agony felt is so severe, you can't treat it with needles alcohol or pills, Pain so agonizing you can feel & hear it, Barrage of fists so bad it bruises spirit's! MAGMA ALWAY'S DOES IT FOR ME. DIRECT AND BRUTAL. the Sections watchin, temple tower clocksmen trackin movements formin pure undiluted, fumin disillusioned populace, defended by unknown risks compact disks calculated the procedures, the merger of corparate and governemnt, democrat, republican businessmen and servant, unified dictatorship undetected radar blip, seance with a say on shit slayed from beyond a sea bound crypt stowaway on a sea bound ship, sabotage, evac to a helicopter lift, dynamite sticks rock the core of politics, chaos ensued splits pitfalls of society translated through glyphs locked grips, the Section remains in the mist ITS A SHAME WE CANT CONNECT ON MORE PROJECTS LIKE THIS. I LOVE BRONZE'S FLOW. SECTION 9 STAND UP. |
this is a real fresh read.
if yall ever need some more rhymes for a collab hit me up. all i did was write open mic pieces and topicals for like 8 years before i even picked up mic. |
dopeness from everyone!
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