Demicaust
12-16-2007, 02:15 AM
CHeerio mates, anywho me and lyrica_rogue will be doing some collaboz... I been doing a lot with him lately cause we compliment each other's styles well... we are gone working on a new one.. I thought about how poor veterans are treated but he wanted to deal with something more third country.. so we are doing one about "How it is to be a solider in iraq"
So if you want join in... just sign in here, we will doing more collaboz here and there so if you sign, you are done for atleast 3-4collaboz
Peace: DM
Han Solo
12-16-2007, 05:15 PM
i think the poor veteran one is more interesting to me really, everyone knows being a soldier is already but if you want i'll do it..that's an easy few bars to write.
Demicaust
12-17-2007, 05:09 PM
Eh i'll see.... i'll have my verse done by this week and put up on here, along with rogue's anyone who wants in on it just drop a few bars
Archaic
12-18-2007, 06:21 PM
good stuff fellas cant wait to see what this looks like...
Demicaust
12-20-2007, 05:45 PM
Ill get done by this weekend... if anyone else has a verse PM it to me
Kay B
12-21-2007, 06:39 AM
Topic is kinda unoriginal....but i needa show what i can do...so im down if ya need me
Archaic
12-23-2007, 02:36 AM
guess this aint happening for a hot minute...
Sir.Ree.Brawl
12-23-2007, 11:55 PM
I can do something for this, just give me the final topic...
Crackavelli
12-26-2007, 10:03 PM
already sent my verse to him
so i guess that collabo aint happenin till he gets back
PayRoll
12-26-2007, 10:07 PM
i think DM's gonna b gone for a lil bit so i dont think he can run this ne more...but if ne one wanna step up n run wit the topic...feel free 2 do so...i cant get in on this one tho...gotta lot goin on...so hold it down w/out Me
Crackavelli
12-26-2007, 10:11 PM
ight man
here's the verse if anyone wants to collabo:
gunshots delivering red ink blots of quiverin/
soldiers whose eyes are shimmerin/
bodys gettin colder as they realize something's glimmerin/
as their gettin closer to their surprise it's gettin dimmer-in/
takin a step back from the cold dry blood of his shoes imprint/
makin macks unfold cries as their pupils become a dim-tint/
breakin enemies backs because he's told lies from this militant/
shakin hennesey racks in celebration as the battlecry's are evident/
forsaken memories from the eradication ordered by his president/
flashbacks to when his squad tortured an innocent village/
trash-sacks full of bods ordered to be stricken with pillage/
roaring the intact bomb which he'll willingly make them disappear/
completely ignoring the fact of a muslim martyr-to-be has appeared/