7. Insanvevillian 38-7 vs. 8. Nique 22-5

MC4SiGHT · 07-04-2006, 03:35 AM

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Insanevillian · 07-05-2006, 02:51 AM

In...

Nique... · 07-05-2006, 07:15 AM

Uh Oh.

Insanevillian · 07-07-2006, 01:24 PM

BOOM!!!

The Stranger...

Part I

Barb Wire...

I've been wicked since i crossed the picket fence...
With sick intense urges to find this woman of innocence...
But i was in a fix, pockets that only carried fifty cents...
And i had 21 questions about all of her benefits...
So in a sense I was on the brink of insanity...
She had the power to turn my tragedies into fantasies...
I've suffered calamities to reach her, clothes weather worn...
The barb wire surrounding her left my flash forever torn...
But she will never mourn my pain like i was never born!...
Cuz im in debt and poor, she decided to let her door...
Slam in my face, but i wasn't taking this setback...
I reopened America's door, after the rain drenched my wet-back...

Part II

Struggles...

Here i am in the land of the free, home of the brave...
Where my people worked and was known as the slave...
Of modern times, sometimes working for less than minimun wage...
Forced to steal, like i took Em's multis with venom and rage...
When i engaged the path to find good work it was met with anguish...
I was told," U live in the USA, learn the language!"...
My pride vanquished, helpless like gettin shitted on by seagulls...
What makes THEM regal in a country knitted by Illegals?...
We should all be equals in the land of oppurtunity...
Where u and me can come together in unity...
But they've shown immunity to our cries, it's their error...
Now it's our time to unleash our reign of terror...

Part III

Lost in Illusions...

To unwind my soul, i searched the streets high and low...
To find a mold of people that are also dyin' slow...
Who kind of know through real eyes america tells real lies...
And despise the government watching as our ill dies...
Then i realized what i had to do to change the world...
I'll bang the door of america down, by taking a gang to war!...
To arrange the gore and bloodshed i decided to join a group...
of mexicans flexin them rifles, Ha! we're going to shoot...
Up all these muthafuckas, we'll be rich a nation...
Then they told me, "Holmes, first u must pass the initiation"...
I had no patience, no takeover was got in disgrace...
So on the fourth of July, I shot a cop in the face...
...
...
My firework blew his head off, they said i was in though...
I can now fight the northerners, as a Soreno...

Part IV

What I didnt Expect...

I sported a blue rag, a rebel without a clue...
till they gave me drugs to sell, that powder blue...
crystal meth, but i refused, this was no solution...
Giving drugs to our poeple wont start the revolution...
It's self pollution, we NEED to go after the Government!...
They said, "Fool, us and them have a covenant...
We sell this crack to our people and their lovin it...
so they let us run these blocks, so dont be insubordinate"...
"I'd rather shovel SHIT! Fuck This Revolution!"
I guess ill go back home, it's my only solution...

America has taught my people to kill themselves...

And i want no part in it...

Nique... · 07-08-2006, 12:05 AM

Three Days
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Drowsiness sets in, my eyes fade in and out. .partly, clearly,
And humidity takes captive the air I breathe, my body's weary,
Cotton ball taste, mucus glossed teeth, and a tender feel,
While the brush of my tongue on the roof of my mouth replinished my inner guilt,

The first night, focused and my stance stood frozen, but yet,
I watched her sleep, stroking my manhood over the bed,
So viciously brave, she embraced a bear full of cuddled lies,
While my tentative moans drowned out her muffled cries,
She was only 6, and my breakdown, 'cause she was my slave now,
My only reason to live, my daughter became my figurative playground,
Soon admiration was hands on, her fears were my astonishment,
And these sleepless nights would forshadow years of punishment,

I regain consciousness, but she wants me to rot nightly,
Because I'm still trapped and abandoned, the door locked tightly,
A choice, not likely, she was an object, a sudden relief,
So her abundance of grief died with her puddle of dreams,
See her tears of hope were in a path of past loss,
And her wrath, flaws fused THIS being the last straw,
Now brolic, her wit has given her a marvolous itch,
To be in complete control while I lay in a bottomless pit,

Six years of mutilation, and I bargained twice,
Cuz it only takes the first time, to be scarred for life,
Drifting emotions and wondering moods, so foolishly revealed,
That left her with bruises and puncture wounds that soon couldn't be healed,
An inexistent childhood that she couldn't relive, and sadly won't,
Just midnight screams from sexual trauma, and 'Daddy DONT's,
I was selfishly ashamed, so I repented in guilt,
But soon after constantly, repeatedly, I reinvented the FILTH,

She was calm, but intentional, and her grudge was intact,
That caused me to stumble simultaneously, with a nudge in the back,
Corruptive in fact, her remorse was so torn, empty,
That the ripped pieces swarmed against me for every forced entry,
It was my choice, simply, to neglect the one,
That made me place the shame I WAS supposed to PROTECT her from,
And the respect? Was none, crying was a miserable touch,
A pitiful fuss literally crushed with the belittle of trust,
Love was a critical MUST, I violated the power,
Now I pace back n forth rioting, parading for hours,
The face of a coward, burdens, the servant awaits,
But for now, her and Satan gave me my personal space,
Never refurnished, the place, will be vacant soon,
Pearly gates of hell, the basement was the waiting room,
I can't escape, I'm doomed. .and she sits on the floor, sobs,
The tears of revenge/pain, the chair propped under the door knob,
Her tears smeared, her gestures, her wishing to feel together,
Because three days won't eclipse MY six years of pleasure,
She'll fear, forever, but for now she won't stop for more,
Cause life is a lot safer, until she unlocks the door.

7. You've been locked in a basement by your child. Expand.

-Nique.

MC4SiGHT · 07-08-2006, 03:15 AM

Over No Shows

KareLess · 07-08-2006, 02:08 PM